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strawberriianime · 5 months

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3-In-A-Row

♡ Kirara Hoshi x Reader x Kinji Hakari

♡ It was supposed to be a study session for finals but things took a turn~

♡ cw: college au, threesome, 18+ descriptions of sex, oral sex both giving and receiving, fingering, double penetration, Kirara has a pp but they/them pronouns (love them), unprotected sex, cum swallowing, nastyyyyyy just read!

A loud sigh rang across the room belonging to no other person but Kirara. When it came to studying Kirara was always the first to crack due to it being "boring". You closed the text book seeing you were the only one still paying attention to it as Kirara was laid out on the chair and Hakari scrolled on his phone. "I suppose we can take a break it is getting quite boring." You stood up deciding to stretch out your back hearing the satisfying crack. "Hey?" Kirara spoke gaining your attention. "Do you think people think we fuck?” The question made you choke on air. It wasn't uncommon for you to come to their dorm to study but you never really thought what other people would think. Yeah, you guys spend a lot of time together but that’s what friends do. “Well uh, I?…” you were lost for words honestly not knowing how to respond. “Hmm ever had the idea of fucking me or Hakari hmmmm?” Kirara leaned up propping themself up onto their elbows. You’d be lying if you said the idea hadn’t crossed your mind once or twice, it’s no secret really. A couple times you’ve gotten drunk and made out with them but hey it never went that far. You were in college and single you could do whatever you wanted to do. Making your way to Kirara, you sat crisscrossed bringing your face close to theirs. “I maybe had a fantasy or two” you spoke, they could smell the spearmint gum you were chewing earlier lingering in your mouth..

Hakari sat back quietly watching the situation unfold between you two. "How about we make that fantasy come true hmm? Or are you scared?" Kirara's face came closer to your own lips just centimeters apart. Without a second thought, you brought your lips down to theirs tasting the strawberry chapstick they had coating their lips. Hakari watched eagerly as Kirara pulled you in by your waist, causing you to straddle them deepening the kiss. Your tongues brushed against one another both battling for dominance. Your hands ran under their shirt feeling their slender waist, rubbing circles on their hip. With a quick tug, Kirara was quick to remove your sweater leaving you in your baby pink lace bra. "Oh, how cute!" they exclaimed admiring the fabric rubbing their finger across. "You can take it off if you'd like" You smiled as you felt their hands come to your back toying with the clasp allowing your breast to spring free. "Hakari would you like to join us?" you extended a hand to him watching as he shuffled in his seat. He was quick to sit on the other side of you leaving you in the middle of them. You felt a pinch of your nipple before feeling something wet on your right bud. You arched your back as you felt a similar feeling on your left and your pants being shuffled down. Placing a leg on Hakari's leg, he snaked his hands down your pants feeling the thin fabric that separated his fingers from coming in contact with your dripping heat.

Nodding your head you allowed him to pull the fabric down your legs allowing him to rub his fingers up and down your aching slit. The feeling of Kirara sucking at your nipples and Hakari playing with your heat was enough to get you moaning. Once Hakari gathered enough of your juices he began rubbing circles on your clit. His touch was rough, but rough in just the right ways. You felt two fingers poking at your entrance causing your to arch your back when they made their way inside. Based on the technique you could feel that it was the middle and ring fingers rolling along your insides. He began pumping his fingers inside the sound of your slick filling the room. Your legs twitch at the feeling pussy clenching on his fingers longing to be filled more. You moved your hands one to each of their laps and began palming them through their pants. Deciding that was not enough you slipped your hands under their pants palming them both with a steady pace. As your hips began to stutter against Hakari's fingers your climax was just about to peak he pulled his fingers out leaving you clenching around nothing. He brought his fingers up to his mouthing tasting the sweet saltiness of your essence.

Removing your hands from both their pants, you dropped to your knees in between both of them. With ease, you removed both of their pants allowing them both to spring free. Licking your palms, you grabbed both members taking one in each hand and starting off with slow stroaks. You teased at the tip rolling your thumb and collecting the precum that bubbled from the slit. You licked your lips eagerly as you moved over to Kirara, licking slow and steady strips along their member. You didn't stop stroking Hakari as you licked up and down taking Kirara into your warm mouth. They let out a low moan enjoying the feeling of your mouth licking every inch of them. With a pop, you released Kirara from your mouth and made your way to Hakari whom you swapped now using the saliva from your mouth to stroak Kirara. Following the same steps you were quick to lick at Hakari's dick, placing small kisses along the shaft. With a quick drop, you had taken Hakari's deep into your throat almost gagging considering how thick he was. He was quick to grip your hair pushing you down even lower, nose being tickled by his pubic hair. You continued to stroke Kirara as you felt them twitch in your hand knowing they were close to their release. You felt Hikari's dick pulsate in your mouth causing you to such even harder. "Fuck I'm going to cum Kirara don't you cum yet" You bobbed your head even faster feeling the build-up of his release coming. Within an instant you felt Hikari's release flood your mouth, his cum not too thick with a slightly salty taste. On queue, you were quick to swallow every drop not leaving any behind.

As you caught your breath, you felt Hakari pull you up and place you on the chair so you were on your hands and knees in front of Kirara. You were almost confused when you felt a sudden wet suck down in your nether realm. You gripped the couch not being able to shake the feeling of Hakari lapping at your pussy. You licked at your lips once more, ensuring Kirara did not feel left out. You licked slowly at their tip watching as precum began forming once more. Coating your hands in saliva, you use your hands to pump up and down to cover what your mouth wasn’t reaching in the position. Kirara let out a series of groans to pair with the moans you released upon them.

Hikari placed delicate kisses along your fold before hooking his hands on your underside roughly palming the fat of your ass. He used this leverage to pull you lower to his face as you practically sat on his face. His tongue moved fast as he licked up and down your fold collecting the natural juice that formed from your needy hole. This tongue made way from the ball of your clit to the warmth of your hole licking around the aching area. He was quick to thrust his tongue in causing you to let out a high-pitched moan.

Just as you knew you were about to cum, you could tell Kirara was as well. Hallowing your cheeks, you sucked harder going down deeper and grinding yourself onto Hakari’ face. With a few more pumps and a couple sucks you and Kirara were both moaning together. Your release coating Hikari’s face as Kirara came in your mouth. It took a moment for you all to catch your breaths

“Tired already?” a voice rang through the room. You were brought out of your thought feeling a poke around your entrance. You were pushed onto your back, your back meeting Kirara's chest. You felt Kirara grip around your waist raising you slightly, feeling a second poke at your entrance. "Think you can take us both?" Before you could respond you felt something hard poke around pushing its way inside based on the movements it had to be Kirara adjusting you and lowering you down onto their length. They let you adjust to the feeling before Hakari began rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a whimper feeling your nipples being played with once more, your pussy clenching around Kirara wanting to feel some form of movement. "Had to get you nice and wet" Hakari said as you felt another poke at your entrance, looking down you were already stretched so seeing Hakari attempt to stretch his way inside you. There was a slight discomfort as your leg shook with the painful stretch of having two people inside one hole. Once he was able to push himself fully in, he threw one leg over his shoulder and the other on the side of the chair allowing comfort for all.

Once they figured you were comfortable, they began moving at a push-and-pull rhythm allowing nonstop pleasure for you. "Shit you're soaking wet" You knew it was true you could hear the squelching of your pussy with each thrust. The amount of pleasure you felt was overstimulating considering you were taking both there wasn't a second gone by where you didn't feel pleasure. "You both feel so good inside me" You threw your head back on Kirara's shoulder. They took this advantage and began peppering kisses on your neck. "I don't think I can take this much longer, I'm going to cum." You whined out. "Hold on a bit longer we're almost there" You felt their movements pick up causing you to moan much louder than before. Taking your right hand you began circling at your clit making you clench down even harder. "Shit, I'm going to cum" you whined out feeling their thrust getting more jagged by the minute. With a few more pumps and the stutter of their hips, you felt yourself spasm warm liquids mixing with their own. Grunts, groans and moans filled the room as long-anticipated orgasm came over everybody.

A couple of minutes had passed before they both pulled out of you slowly making sure to not further overstimulate your body. It took some time for you to catch your breath and to calm your nerves. "Here you go!" a towel was put onto your body suddenly. it was Kirara where was Hakari? Speaking of, he walked back into the main room "Let's get you all cleaned up I was running a bath for you." What have you gotten yourself into?

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yangbbokari · 7 months

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Skz making a bet on you Maknae Line pt.2

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities, a little suggestive. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and FINALLY GOT ALL PARTS OUT YAY

Parts: Hyung line Maknae Line pt.1

HAN JISUNG Han sat there. He was stunned to say the least. He didn’t expect you to show up nor hear what he said. It wasn’t until Chan nudged his shoulder that he let go of the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. The older boy looked at Han disappointedly.

Chan held him by the shoulder as he told him, “Are you gonna be a dumbass and sit here or are you gonna chase after y/n and hope she’ll take you back?”

After hearing that, Han finally got up to his feet as he nodded his head. “I’m gonna get y/n back be-because I don’t know what I could possibly do without her. Yeah… that’s what I’ll do.” Then he bolted out of the room to go and find you.

As he ran down the hall and almost out of the building, a particular box caught his eye. It just so happened to sit on the top of the rest of the garbage. He could tell it was yours from the way it was made and decorated. Seeing the box there on a pile of trash made him tear up. He grabbed it and held it tightly to his chest.

You were walking down the street by now. Kicking at the rocks that stood in your way. All the hard work you put into everything just for him to turn his back on you. All the tears had already been cried and dried. Now you were extremely exhausted and your only goal was to get home.

Making your way through the crowded streets, you suddenly hear your name being called. You whipped around to see a very distressed Han racing towards you. Seeing the tear streaks on his face made your heart break. In that instant, you almost forgot the hurt he caused you. But when you did remember what happened earlier, your past anger returned and you decided to walk away from him.

When he saw you turn back around and just walk away, he became panicked all over again. He chased after you until he was right behind you. As soon as he could, he grabbed your wrist and made you face him.

“Y/N!!! I understand that you’re hurt and you don’t want to talk but please just hear me out! You mean everything to me and—”

You immediately covered his mouth. He tried to take your hand off but you put another hand over his mouth.

“Let’s talk about this at home. Please?”

Han finally eased down and nodded his head. The two of you were just a couple blocks away from home anyways. So you and Han walked side by side in awkward silence(insert song, sry I had to😭). He constantly glanced between you and the floor until he gathered the courage to ask you,

“Can I… mmm… Can I at least hold your hand? I’m scared you’ll run away and you won’t listen to me. Then I’ll never see you again! You’ll break up wi—”

You grabbed his hand so he would just shut up. So he did. The rest of the way was in silence with the soft comfort of each other’s breath and presence.

When you made it home, both of you sat on the couch. Spending a couple moments in silence. Eventually, you spoke up, breaking the uncomfortableness.

“Are you not going to explain yourself?”

No answer.

“If you don’t say anything, I’m gonna go to my friend’s house. I need some time. Food’s in the fridge so warm up something for yourself to eat if you get hungry.”

No answer.

You sighed as you rose from your position, almost walking away before you felt a small and gentle touch on the tip of your small finger. A soft voice of the one you loved spoke.

“Don’t go… I’ll talk. However much you need me to. Just don’t… leave.”

The last word made you feel a pang of pain in your heart.

“It was a stupid bet we made when we were younger. Hyunjin brought it up during our debut. The first girl we found the most attractive, we would ask out no matter the circumstances. It took me a month to even get to know you and a year to get close to you. I was scared but they made me confess. So when you accepted I was so happy. Nothing matters more than you. I promise. You’re everything I could ask for so please don’t… don’t leave me. I’ll do anything you ask. Just don’t.”

As much as he tried to keep strong for you, there were tears brimming his eyes. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. And the way he confessed the truth warmed your heart. How could you leave him?

“I forgive you. I’ll just need a little time. I promise, I won’t leave you alone. I just need to take a bit of time for myself, yeah?”

Han slowly nodded his head as you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Everything was fine though. You returned on the second day and boy did he make it up to you. In more ways than one. If you know what I mean. 😘 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE FELIX You didn’t hear from him for a few days. It angered you. He was the one who did the wrong thing and now he just thinks he can pretend you never existed!? It’s probably for the best. You don’t know what you would do if you saw him again. Forgive him? Probably not. You’d rather jump on him and claw his face right open. Wait, let’s backtrack that. Probably just punching him in the face was enough.

It had probably been a month since Felix last contacted you, and you to him. It hurt you, you admit. But you were slowly moving on. Finding people you could actually trust in.

Well let’s just say… things did not go according to plan.

On a late night out with a couple of you girl friends, you were drinking and getting hit on. It was fun. The freedom, you mean. You weren’t held back by the restraints of a relationship.

But I guess not everything goes like what you'd expect. Because while you were drinking a margarita, in walks in, no other than, Felix. And who did he just happen to walk up to first? You. The audacity to even take this action made you give him a hard slap on the cheek.

“Hey, asshole. How’ve you been?”

Felix just held his cheek in shame. He couldn’t exactly just yell at you. It was his fault in the first place.

“Hey, y/n… I’ve been awful.”

“Good.”

You were fuming. You were not gonna let some man walk back into your life after saying such hurtful words and then ghosting you for a month. You absolutely loathed him. That wasn’t really true though. Deep down, you still loved him as much as you used to. But, you were too scared to get hurt again.

Felix was equally as irritated but you mattered more to him right now, than his petty thoughts. So he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you out of the bar, ignoring your cries and pleas.

When you were finally outside, his grip loosened but he didn’t let go. You just sighed and rolled your eyes.

"The hell do you want?" You said as you yanked your hand away and began rubbing your wrist.

"A chance to explain myself to you."

"After you ghosted me for a month? Not a chance. Get a life."

"Wait, y/n-"

"Leave me the fuck alone."

"I still want to be with you..." He nearly said breathlessy.

"Well I don't." You were fighting every fiber in you to run back to him tell him how much you love him and never let go. But you didn't want to be the dumb, naive girl, who always ran back to the same man. The same person. The one who hurt them. But you stayed there and listened.

A moment of silence was exchanged until Felix said something.

"We were just immature little fucks when everything happened. Minho made a bet with me, that if I got the number of the roundest woman I could find then he'd give me 200 bucks. I was foolish, so I took up the bet. Had it never happened, I wouldn't have gotten to know the great person you are. I never expected to love you this much, but I do."

You looked up into the night sky to prevent your tears from falling. It was stupid of you to want to run back into his arms. To feel the warmth of his smile and presence again.

“That doesn’t change anything, Felix. You still think I’m a woman who weighs too much and looks… fat. You told me yourself that you love my body. But that’s all a lie because if Minho never made that bet then you would’ve never approached me. You’re just like the rest of them, Felix. Someone who only focuses on looks and not the actual person. You’re no different than Minho. It might have been just an immature joke to you but it meant everything to me.”

“Y/n—”

“No! Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to ever see you again. You ruined me, Felix.”

Felix could do nothing but stay silent and so you walked off. The emotions were too overwhelming for you. You may not have been able to punch him in the face but you were able to express yourself. A month of no closure and now you finally got it. At first, you thought that it’d make you hurt most. But surprisingly, it felt as if you lifted a weight from your chest and now you could be yourself again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN You weren’t walking for a long time before you heard another pair of shuffling feet right behind you. You began to panic. It was dumb of you to leave the house this late at night, especially in a big city like this. Your pace quickened and so did the person's behind you. Not only your pace but your breath too. Your fight-or-flight response immediately kicked in and you were definitely opting to flee.

Suddenly, the person ran up to you and grabbed your arm, yanking you back.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Your scream peirced through the night. "Get the fuck off of me! Leave me alone!" But the person only brought you close to their body and hugged you. Then, you heard the soft voice of your boyfriend. "Shh.. shh... y/n it's me. It's me, Seungmin."

You gladly hugged him and thanked him. "Oh god, thank goodness it's just you, Seungmin. I was so scared that someone was following me. That I was going to get abducted or something. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You stuttered out between shaky breaths.

Seungmin only continued to comfort you. "Shh... it's okay. I understand. You're safe now. Sorry for making you so scared, love. Shh..." He rubbed soft circles onto your back as you sobbed into his arms. "I came to find you because you didn't grab your coat and I got worried. Even when we're mad at each other, you shouldn't be out in the cold. I understand if you don't want to talk to me but please make sure you won't get hurt or sick."

It was moments like these that kept you from being mad at Seungmin. You could argue for hours but you would still be his highest concern.

With your hands still holding him to you, you whispered, “Can we just go home?” Seungmin nodded his head, still rubbing your back. “Yeah, let’s go home.” He kissed the top of your head before taking your hand and leading you back to your house.

When the two of you arrived, the once comforting silence became awkward and insufferable. You patted the sides of your arms as you stared at the ground. While Seungmin rubbed the back of his neck and looked everywhere but at you. The uncomfortable silence was eventually broken by Seungmin.

“I’m sorry for saying that. I shouldn’t have taken my stress and anger out on you when you had nothing to do with it. I should’ve talked it out with you instead and I’m so stupid for taking you for granted.”

“What about the last part, where you said… you know.”

“I said that out of anger. But it was mainly because me and a few of my friends made a bet to take out the first girl who walked through the door at that party we met at. Lo and behold, it was you. But then I really fell in love with you and I became thankful that that bet was made. Because if we never made that bet then I wouldn’t have found you, the wonderful and amazing person I love.”

You couldn’t help but tear up at his words. Seungmin didn’t get upset easily but when he did, he would argue with you for days on end. But he always came back around when he all too quickly became worried for you. That’s what made you love him.

When Seungmin didn’t get a reply from you he suddenly asked, “Are you going to break up with me now?” But then he heard your sniffles and his heart broke. He constantly kept making you cry even when he didn’t mean to.

Unexpectedly, you ran to him and hugged him. “I can’t even think of ever leaving you. I love you so much and your way with words just makes me want you even more. You know me too well, Seungie. I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head before resting his head on yours. “I love you too.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YANG JEONGIN Jeongin waited outside the bathroom for you to come out. It wasn’t like he could go in. He’d be casted out of the restaurant for being a creep and a pervert. So he patiently waited.

Eventually, you did come out but you had washed all your makeup off. The crying left streaks of mascara running down your face so you washed it before exiting. As soon as you saw Jeongin, you turned the other way. But unfortunately for you, that way just so happened to be a wall. You sighed before turning back to him. You were being a bit dramatic but you didn’t know how else to deal with it.

Jeongin spoke up quietly. “Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You slowly nodded your head in response and he held out his hand to you. You silently took it and followed him into a more quiet and private room.

“I’m sorry for walking away instead of listening to you.” You said.

“No.. no, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier and this was a horrible way for you to find out about it.”

He paused to see if you had anything to say. But when he got no response, he continued.

“Umm… so I used to have a big fat crush on you…”

You giggled at that, a little surprised that he could admit it so easily.

“D-don’t laugh at me! I’m being serious!” He said out angrily. "I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You said as you kept giggling. Jeongin was happy to see you smiling again so he kept going.

"When my hyungs found out they constantly teased me about it. But then the teasing turned into bets. They were betting on me to see I would ever confess or not. I told them I would but I never actually stayed true to my word. One day, they got bored with each other and came to me. They said that I should confess to you. If I succeeded they'd get me the latest Bruno Mars album and if I didn't then I'd have to give each of them 80 dollars. So we shook on it. I didn't want to lose so of course I mustered up the most courage I possibly could and asked you out. When you said yes, my whole world suddenly brightened as if this was what I was waiting for for my whole life. After I took you on a date, I told them of the success."

Your heart swelled at his words. You never knew he was so in love with you. It was almost as if the past event never happened. Now you were smiling from ear to ear as he told the story. Upon seeing your smile, Jeongin did too.

"I thought they'd stop teasing me after we got together but they never did. Calling me a simp and stuff. I'm not saying I'm not because I'm glad that I love you so much people can see it. But I hate being titled that."

Your eyes were full of affection for each other and it was clear as day. Every word that came from his mouth only reminded you of why you loved him so much. So how could you not voice it?

"Innie?" His ears perked up, indicating he was listening to you. "Have I ever told you how much I love you." He immediately pouted his bottom lip and opened his arms as an invitation. You slowly made your way over into his embrace. "Have I ever told you how much I love you too?" You chuckled as you nodded your head. You looked up at him and saw that he was still pouting. So you took it as your responsibility to kiss it away. Glad to say it worked as he laughed at you antics.

How could you ever doubt him when he loved you this much?

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randomstoryenjoyer · 8 months

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Hey I love your stories and your 'white lily's fall' gave me an idea for a request...for a story!

Imagine a witch (y/n) at first baked cookies to try to make a friend but as they kept running away...it gave y/n an idea! If they run away...why not make a track and make em race? So now y/n bakes them to either run a normal race or an obstacle course race to the window to escape amd y/n even put something under their window to cushion their fall so they wouldn't crumble and can simply run out to join the cookie world! Also the obstacles are harmless and not deadly like if they fail an obstacle, they just land on something soft and can walk over to some stairs or a ladder and try again! Ofcourse the finish line is the window!

Oh and whenever they race, y/n chooses one cookie to cheer on as they sit to the side, watching, and hopes that said cookie wins the race...again for entertainment! Maybe they even pretend to be a racing announcer as they race!

And imagine if other cookies found out...like, one possible idea is DE flying along, plotting against the witches when they suddenly hear hearing like: "AAAAAND RED ICING COOKIE MANAGED TO JUMP OVER THAT MASSIVE GAP! SO IMPRESSIVE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!" followed by y/n trying to impersonate a crowd cheering like crazy! So DE goes to investigate aaaaand finds Y/n racing cookies instead of eating them! Or maybe some other cookie like gingerbrave finds them! Just some ideas but can't wait to see what you come up with for this concept and curious what ideas you'll have lol!

Possible to add on, putting this possible add on here incase ya wanna add it: Y/n also keeps track of the races and the winners in a book and also timed it to see which cookie they've baked is the fastest and if a cookie read the book, they'll know that y/n raced cookies LOTS of times!

The Witch’s game

Rugelach Cookie’s breath hitched as they swerved left to right, their little legs scuttering as fast as they ever had before… he was so close to the end… all that was left was to…

”AAAAAND TRAGEDY STRIKES! RUGELACH COOKIE HAS FALLEN DOWN! HERE COMES COCONUT FLAKE COOKIE TO SNAG THE WIN!”

With the finish line crossed and window reached, Coconut Flake Cookie stood proud and delighted as he received the witch’s praise, eventually jumping out the window. Rugelach Cookie was left to get back up and head back to his place, however, if one looked closely, they could see that he was hiding a giddy smile…

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Due to being a witch, your life consisted mostly of isolation, except for the odd meeting with other fellow witches here and there. Thus, you came up with the idea of creating your own friends by baking cookies to give life to! It was an easy goal to achieve… if not for the fact that every cookie you baked always ran away and jumped out the window.

This kept going for multiple baking sessions, each one making you more annoyed when the results showed no sign of changing. Eventually though, it began to make sense to you. No matter their size or origins, living cookies were still as much as individuals as anybody else, little creatures with a desire to leave the nest and live a life of their own, instead of being stuck inside a witch’s kitchen with a giant being looming over them. It was just something you had to accept.

This led to a new idea develop: if they insisted on running, why not put them through a race? From then on, your lair became a small race arena. All you needed to set up was a long path that led to the window as the finish lane, and then fill it with many different types of (non-lethal) obstacles for each race. The first cookie to reach the window would have the prize of being able to jump out of it and live in the outside world! You didn’t actually know what the cookies did in the outside world, but it didn’t really bother you.

Between races, the cookies you baked would get their own resting village inside your lair, where they could all gather around and interact with one another, most conversations being about what laid outside the windows of your lair… what existed below the glimmering moon and stars they saw every night…

As for you, you decided to make the most out of your idea, sitting to the side during the races and choosing a specific cookie to cheer on, acting like a wild crowd. The first contestant cookies you baked were a bit confused at your odd actions, but eventually began to even enjoy them.

Oh, enjoy them they eventually did. It soon got to the point where the racing cookies would begin getting weirded out if you didn’t act like a crowd going wild over the contestants. Your cheers and howls of excitement directed at them soon became the main motivation for being willing to take part in the races, to the point that they sometimes even forgot what they even were originally racing for!

Slowly but surely, talks amongst the cookies every night in the resting village shifted from wonders about the outside world to gushing over the the witch in the audience seats, mostly led by the very first racing cookies that you had baked. More recently baked cookies were swift to join the talks about you, but it was the older ones who truly prided themselves knowing the most about the witch who baked them.

Many cookies soon began seeing the races in a different light: why would they want to go to the outside world when they had you and your praises in this cozy home? Surely staying with you wouldn’t be that bad as originally thought!

During these last few days, you’ve started noticing how… clumsy some of the cookies were during the race. A bit slow of slow running, a few of them missing a some.simple jumps, and taking extra long to get back to the racetrack once they failed an obstacle… and the numbers of the cookies doing it increased day by day. Despite the fact that it opened up a bigger chance for cheers and announcements from your audience stand, it still felt a bit suspiciously random.

If only you knew just how much your presence and cheers meant to your cookies at this point…

However, these didn’t end up being the only cookies that were aware of your races, as new ones would soon know about you…

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Dark Enchantress Cookie was busy scouting out the area with her cake witch carrying her as always, looking for more places to build her cake army in while the rest of the cookies of darkness were busy with her other demands, when she suddenly heard a loud cheer from not too far away.

Her instincts very much telling her that this voice she heard was a dreadful witch, she made her way to the source of the sound a fast as she possibly could, expecting to see what she had seen during the fateful night of the witches.

Instead, all she found was a witch… watching cookies run from one place to another?

She stood there, just watching the scene unfold. The excited look on the cookie’s faces, the enthusiasm of the witch, the complete lack of any cruelty of mischievousness on the witch’s voice and actions. It didn’t make any sense to her at all. Witches weren’t like this. They weren’t meant to be! She saw it all in the night of the witches!

She remained still for so long that her cake witch had began to stare at her with slight discomfort, wondering why its master had gone stiff for such a long time.

Dark Enchantress Cookie remained quiet within her mixed thoughts. Seeing cookies who weren’t baked with the intention to be eaten seemed to have rattled her mind a bit. After all, her view on the witch’s uses for cookies was the whole reason she had become who she was. But now, her initial plans for Earthbread seemed to have a small flaw in it. Unprepared for this extra factor in her equation

Leaving the area before she got any more hooked onto the ongoing scene, Dark Enchantress Cookie planned to order her subordinates to come visit in this place frequently… and to inform her all they find out about you specifically.

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With sightings of the cookies of darkness having been reported around this area, Gingerbrave had decided to come check this place out, trying to find out what the COD’s plans in this area were.

What he didn’t expect to run into however, was the lair of a witch! His mind already bringing him flashbacks of his very first living moments, he felt tempted to just run away instantly, and yet, something in his mind kept telling him to explore this new landmark. The vibe he got from this place was… unexpected, for lack of a better word.

Imagine his surprise when, instead of seeing the worst kind of cookie torture devices or other scariest stuff that he could think of, the first thing he saw was a small village full of many cookies who were all excitedly discussing something! He was too far to hear them properly, but judging from all the chatter, it was clear they were all discussing about the same thing.

Deciding to keep exploring, he’d carry on sneaking, now laying his eyes upon every nook and cranny of his surroundings, until he jumped in surprised at the sudden loud voice:

“GOOD MORNING, COMPETITORS! WHO’S READY FOR THE NEXT RACE?!”

Peeking out of cover, Gingerbrave’s eyes widened as he took in the view. Many of the cookies from the small resting village were all lining up to the race track, all cheering and looking up at the witch that had announced the start of the race.

Once it began, his eyes almost sparkled when he saw it all. All the cookies running, looking like they were having the time of their lives, and the loud cheers you were giving towards the racing cookies, it almost made him feel a bit sad and jealous that he wasn’t a part of it…

Too distracted by the ongoing event, Gingerbrave accidentally knocked into a book that fell down in front of him and opened. Curious by your handwriting on it, he skimmed a few pages and realised that this book recorded all the races you had ever had… you’ve been doing this for a long time! And he and the rest of his fellow cookies of Earthbread weren’t aware of you? The very first nice witch in probably forever?

Beginning to see this place in a new light, he began coming up with a plan to tell his friends about this new discovery… and possibly to sneak into your lair again and maybe try to disguise as your racer cookies too… all for the chance of getting to participate in on the fun, and receiving your wonderful cheers too…

Now you have two groups of cookies sneaking into your races, trying to blend themselves in as a part of the cookies you baked. They were all confident you wouldn’t notice the difference.

You did.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cr kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #gingerbrave #dark enchantress cookie #crk #crk x reader

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Killer x gn!reader (afab) a/n: hopefully it's okay considering i wrote this slammered at the bar lmfao. also mo leannan and mo chridhe mean my love and my heart in old scots gaelic

“Killi, would you look at that view?” you said with a small gasp as you ran over to the window of the shared room the two of you were renting. Your crew was currently on some kind of resort island while the ship received repairs. They were deep repairs too, so everyone needed to be off the ship. Everyone spread out in the multiple resorts that the island had, wanting to try everything.

However, the only downside was that it was a wintery island, so you couldn’t exactly go outside and enjoy the sun too much without becoming absolutely frigid.

You felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle. “Mm, the view is nice, but I still think the view of you is better.” You snorted as Killer spoke, rolling your eyes. “You’re such a sap,” you mused, leaning into his touches.

“If it keeps snowing like this, we might end up getting stuck here. I think the only other two in this particular resort are Hip and Gig.”

You let out a gentle sigh as you felt his lips find their way to your neck, you tilted your head to the side to give him better access to your skin. “That’s fine,” he mumbled against you. “I didn’t plan on meeting up with anyone tonight anyway.”

“Is that so,” you mused, pressing against him. You could already feel the man starting to get riled up. After all, he’d already taken his helmet off the moment the two of you entered the room. He had been wanting to jump you since the moment you two were alone. You weren’t going to complain, you wanted the same thing.

“Mhmm,” he hummed against your skin, pressing a kiss to the spot where your shoulder and neck met before biting it softly. You gasped softly, chuckling. “I’m not going to argue with that.” You turned your head, kissing him hard.

He let out a small growl against you. You turned, sliding your arms around his neck and he pressed you against the cool glass of the large window. You let out a small whimper when you touched it; between that and the heat radiating off the man before you, it felt really good.

You pulled away from him for a moment, both of you panting heavily. You could see that the heat of both of your bodies was already fogging the glass on the window. You wondered just how foggy it was going to get.

You dropped to your knees, surprising Killer slightly with your sudden movement and change of pace. Considering the fact that he had treated you with extra care the last time, you figured you’d return the favor this time. It didn’t take you long to pull the man out from his cloth prison and, you were right, he was rock hard already.

“Already this riled up?” You had a light tease to your voice and licked your lips slightly.

His face was already flushed and he was panting just from the sheer anticipation and excitement of seeing you down on your knees. “You just do things to me,” he mumbled.

You just grinned before pressing a kiss to his tip, mostly just to mess with him. You knew taking it slow drove him even more wild, which would pay off in the end for you. He grunted softly as you pressed another kiss to the base of his shaft before dragging your tongue along the side of it, listening as he let out a shaky breath. He put a hand on the glass window behind you to support himself as the other hand found its way into your hair, giving a light tug that made you groan a bit in response.

You couldn’t help but tease him, it was your favorite thing to do. Mostly because it made it harder for him to hold back, which is exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to go wild on you. So, you took his cock, slowly sliding it down your throat as you pressed your tongue against its underside. He let out a long groan. “Oh, you’re being slow on purpose,” he ground out, knowing exactly what you were doing. But, he fell for it every time.

Or maybe he couldn’t just say no to you. He looked down at you as you looked up to him and winked. He gripped your hair firmly and you felt your heart race as you pulled off of him. You were panting slightly as you looked up at him.

“Ah, ah,” he mused in his gravelly voice. It always grew deeper when he was riled up, making you so excited. “What do you think you’re doin’?” You could hear as his accent was slipping through, making your heart race.

“Open.” You obeyed, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him. He grinned. “Good, mo leannan.” A shiver ran down your spine as he used the native tongue you both had. It wasn’t long before he had his cock deep inside your throat once more, both of you groaning as he did so. Your entire body felt like it was on fire with how turned on you were in this moment.

“Now, move.” Once again, you obeyed, beginning to move your head. He grunted, his grip tightening and pulling on your hair more, making you whimper around him. You moved your hands to his thighs to steady yourself as you found a good pace to bob your head.

Though, you wished it would-

Your thoughts were interrupted as he did the very thing you were thinking about. He began moving his own hips, thrusting in and out of your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you let him essentially have his way with you, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Despite his rough movements, he was calculated enough not to actually cause you harm. Not that you’d be upset with a bit of aching from an activity like this.

Eventually, you could feel him twitching and his movements growing more erratic before his hips stilled as he shoved himself deep down your throat and came hard. Your eyes widened slightly as he reached so deep, but you welcomed it. When he pulled out, you made sure to swallow every bit, panting as you tried to recover for a moment.

He was panting as well, pulling you up so he could kiss you again. You hummed against him, wrapping your arms around him. “I always love it when you do that,” you mumble and he just grinned. He knew you liked it when he was rough, it was just pushing him to that point because he didn’t want to hurt you. Sometimes he forgot just how much you could really handle.

He pressed you against the glass once more and your entire body shivered and you whined. The shock of the cold only turned you on further and you could hardly stand it at this point. “Fuck, Killi. I need you,” you whined against him.

In one of the quickest fashions you’ve ever seen, he had your lower half completely clothing free. You yelped in surprise as the cooler air hit you, but more surprised when Killer turned you around and bent you over slightly. You pressed your warm face against the cold glass, eyes rolling back slightly as you whimpered.

At this point, you were sure he was doing this on purpose.

You shivered again as you felt his fingers trace along your folds, circling your clit. You let out a breathy moan, eyes rolling back slightly. “Killi,” you whined. You weren’t surprised that he was going to be the one teasing you now. You gasped, moaning loudly as he slipped one of his thick fingers inside, moving it around to start stretching you out.

It seemed he was just as impatient as you were because it wasn’t long before he had three fingers moving around inside of you, all kinds of noises of pleasure coming from you. However, between how turned on you were from earlier and the way he was handling you now, you could feel yourself being pushed towards the edge and that coil tightening from deep within your abdomen.

Only he pulled his fingers out before you could cum, making you whine in protest. “That was un-” You were cut off as you felt Killer begin to push himself inside of you, your words turning into nothing more than garbled moans. You leaned into the glass more, your eyes glued to the back of your head. Fuck, he always felt so good. Your toes curled a bit as your insides stretched for him and once he bottomed out, you were panting heavily, trying to keep your head from spinning too much yet.

“You’re doing well, mo chridhe,” he crooned in your ear in a low voice. All you could do was muster up some small moan in response, your brain already clouded with lust and the need to have him absolutely rail you against this window. His praises only riled you up more.

You opened your mouth to finally say something when he started to roll his hips, slowly pulling out of you before absolutely ramming himself back into you. You cried out, your entire body tingling as you felt that coil tighten and snap all at once, clenching around him as you came. You were panting heavily, your head spinning. “Better,” he teased lowly, playing off your statement from earlier that he had cut you off for. You just glanced at him over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes the best you could, but it only made him grin.

He enjoyed seeing you like this. The usual dominant doctor of the crew, a submissive and blubbering mess below him. And just for him. He leaned down, the movement somehow pushing himself deeper inside of you, forcing a mewl to come from you. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before he absolutely began to destroy you. His hips moved fast and rough, the squelching noise of him rapidly moving in and out accompanying the sounds of skin against skin bouncing off the walls around you.

Not to mention you were far from quiet. The moans and cries for the other slowly became less and less coherent with each thrust. His grunts and growls sending shivers down your spine as he also left hickies all over your neck and shoulders. You definitely weren't going to be able to cover those without being suspicious.

At this point the window was fogged apart from where you were touching it, but as soon as you moved slightly, whatever glass was newly exposed was instantly fogged up. Much like your mind right now. It also wasn't very cold anymore, you had completely warmed it up. You were also glad there was a blizzard, no one could see you getting your insides rearranged from down below.

Between Killer holding on to your hips and being pressed into the glass, you were glad for the support because you weren't sure that you'd be able to stand on your own.

You felt him begin to twitch inside of you before his hips stopped and he filled you up quite generously, you weren't long after, crying out as you did so. Both of you were panting but you noticed that Killer didn't seem done quite yet.

Oh man, you were going to sleep good tonight.

You felt his arm snake around and his hand gently wrap around your throat. Ah, fuck. Your heart started racing even faster, if that was even possible. He lifted you up, standing with you as he pounded in and out of you. The window where you had been pressed against already fogging back up.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, mind blank with the pure pleasure you were feeling. With his hand placement and the sheer force of his thrusts, he squeezed the sides of your neck to cut off your oxygen just a bit to give you that perfect high. You were a blubbering, drooling mess at this point. Your legs numb, body buzzing with pleasure as he had his way with you - and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You reached up behind you, grabbing at his hair and tugging it. Honestly, you were just moving without much thought. Killer let out a low groan as he bit into your shoulder roughly causing you to cry out his name. The first coherent thing you've said in the past half an hour.

He didn't last long this round, stilling his movements once more as he filled you up once again. You also came again, your head spinning rapidly as your body went slack against him. You were panting, trying to catch your breath. You felt Killer doing the same. He held on you you around your waist, his other hand on the window before you as he tried to keep both of you steady.

You mumbled something completely incoherent and you just felt him smile against your skin as he pressed soft kisses to the newest bite mark. That one wasn't going to be disappearing for a while.

After a few moments, Killer turned your face towards him and kissed you softly. “Mm, I think this view is my favorite,” he mumbled against you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you grinned.

“You're so cheesy.” You kissed him again, slowly gaining your strength back.

Honestly, if you were snowed in for a few days, you wouldn't exactly be upset about it.

#i didn't even go through and edit these btw #im so fuckin' gonezo garbonzo #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #one piece smut #am fics

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The Curveball Part 7 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob is experiencing things he never thought he would. Safe words and submission and love. He was happier than he had ever been, but that was before things with Molly took an unexpected nosedive. Without any warning, he felt everything he wanted start to slip away.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, pregnancy test, 18+

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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When the Tiny Eagles tee ball season ended with them going undefeated, Bob really liked how Molly ran down onto the field at the end of the game. She was smiling and laughing as he held her in his arms, and Bob blushed as she slid her hand up inside his jersey.

"I'm so proud of you, Coach Cute Glasses," she whispered against his lips, and for the briefest moment, he was completely lost in her. The way she smelled, how good her body felt. Then he heard his sister and Piper screaming his name, and he pulled away from Molly a bit, but held onto her hand as he scooped Piper up with his free arm.

Rebecca kissed his cheek with tears in her eyes. "Thank you for agreeing to coach the team," she whispered. He knew it meant a lot to his family that he did this primarily for Piper, but Bob had loved every minute of the season and was already thinking about coaching again.

He felt Molly pull her hand free, and he scrambled to reach for her. But she just simply said, "It's okay," with a soft smile, leaving Bob with his sister and niece for a few minutes. She went over with Bradley, Everett and her sister instead.

And that was just the thing about Molly. She did everything right. She was sweet and courteous, and she never made Bob feel rushed when he needed a moment to think. She was also absolutely filthy in the bedroom, which he never knew was exactly what he wanted. But the rest of the time when they were alone, she was endearing and funny and loving and sometimes a mess. She could barely cook anything, and she misplaced her stuff all the time. But Bob couldn't wait until she moved in with him.

"You ready to go?" he asked her, taking her hand once more. She led him up to the parking lot with a smirk on her face. "What's that look for, Mo?"

"Well, Bobby, you know how we talked about using a safe word?"

He swallowed hard and started sweating as he opened his truck door for her. "Yes."

She crawled across the seat, and he climbed in after her. "And you know how you told me that you really liked being the dominant one in bed?"

"Yes," he whispered, turning the key in the ignition. It was always surprising to him how blatantly she could talk about sex, but he was starting to love it. Love the way she got him all wound up, even in public.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, Molly's breathing was getting a little heavier as she moaned and whispered, "I want you to show me who's in charge."

Bob was hard as a rock already, and when he accelerated to five miles per hour over the speed limit, he thought Molly might orgasm right there. "Oh god, Bobby! You really love fucking me! You're speeding!"

She was actually moaning his name as he ran a yellow light. "I do, Mo. I love everything about you," he promised, screeching to a halt in his parking spot. She was out the passenger side door and sprinting up to his building before he had the key out of the ignition. And as soon as they were inside his condo, Molly unzipped his baseball pants and started stroking him.

"You know the safe word?" she whispered, kissing his neck and licking his chin.

"Sushi," he replied, head tipped back in pleasure.

When she stroked her hand down to his balls, she said, "Go as hard as you want, Bobby." Then she was strolling away from him, pulling her dress over her head, leaving herself bare. He followed her into the bedroom that they would soon be sharing for real, yanking his jersey and undershirt off on the way. And then he was standing there, just looking at her while his cock hung out of the front of his baseball pants. She spun in a slow circle, gesturing to herself as she said, "Anything you want."

He took a few deep breaths, studying her tattoos and basking in the way Molly toyed with her nipple piercings, giving him time to respond. "Get on the bed, Honey. On your back."

She sighed at him with an open, loving expression, and she did as he asked. He knew now that her physical response to him stemmed from the love she felt, and he was no longer afraid of what he felt in return. So he toed off his shoes and removed his socks. He pulled down his pants and underwear and tossed them aside, all the while watching Molly writhing around on the bed.

"Bobby," she moaned, pressing her thighs together. He climbed into bed and kissed her knees before pushing her legs apart.

"I love you," he promised, settling between her legs and kissing her lips and cheek. "And if you say sushi, I'll stop."

When she bit her lip and nodded, Bob guided her thighs open wider and pushed her knees back closer to her shoulders. She was wide open for him, anticipating what he was going to do as he said, "Hold the backs of your thighs."

She nodded and wrapped her hands around her legs just below her knees. Then he guided himself inside her, and she felt insanely tight in this position. He had to go slow as she squealed about how big he was and shook her head from side to side. But she was smiling, and Bob had the craziest desire to see tears in her eyes as he snapped his hips against her.

"Fuck!" she screamed, head tipped back in pleasure as her tits bounced. Bob dug his knees into the bed for more leverage and snapped his hips again. "Yes!"

The harder he went, the more incoherent she sounded. And when he put his hands over hers and pushed her legs back some more, she howled. He fucked her so hard and so fast, Bob felt like he was living in the dirtiest fantasy he'd ever had. He had a gorgeous woman beneath him, fully submissive to his desires, and she wanted him to keep going.

"Do you like that, Mo?" he asked, panting as his pleasure built.

"Yes," she said, the word ending in another keening howl. Bob realized it was Saturday afternoon and his bedroom window was cracked open. He knew his neighbors were probably home and that they could undoubtedly hear what was going on.

"What's my name?" he managed in a ragged voice as his balls slapped against Molly's ass with each thrust.

"Bobby!"

"Who am I?"

"Lieutenant Floyd!"

His body snapped against hers until she was shaking her head harder, and those first tears in her eyes were beautiful. Bob watched one drip down along her temple and into her hair as she howled for him one last time as he came inside her.

He couldn't tell if she orgasmed, but it didn't matter. This was for his own pleasure. Sweat dripped down his face, and his glasses were crooked as his movements slowed. He eased himself off of her carefully, but kept himself inside her as he reached up to wipe away her tears.

"I love you," she gasped, pulling him down for a soft kiss and whining into his mouth. Bob's hand found her piercing and stroked her softly as her chest heaved.

"You didn't say sushi, so I'm assuming you liked that?"

"I loved it," she whispered, knocking his glasses back into place when she kissed him again.

"You were so loud," he informed her. "You were howling, Honey."

"Was I?" she asked softly, running her fingers through his hair.

He nodded, helping her ease her legs back down to the bed. "You were. If you were an aviator, I'd make your call sign Howler."

Molly gasped and giggled as he finally withdrew from her perfect pussy. Bob watched with hungry eyes as his cum oozed out of her, and he caught it with his fingertips and fed it to her.

"Howler is such a cute call sign," she murmured, licking his hand clean. "I want it."

"It's all yours," he whispered. "Everyone can know I gave it to you."

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Molly started moving some of her things into Bob's place, little by little. She adjusted his Coach of the Year trophy on his bookshelf so she had room for some of the breakable ornaments Everett had made for her. "That looks nice," Bob remarked, walking through the living room with some boxes of her shoes and clothes.

"You mind if I move your photos up to this shelf? So I can fit my photo collage down here?" she asked.

He just smiled and said, "Rearrange whatever you want."

Molly smiled and ducked her head, secretly very pleased that he was being so accommodating. She'd never lived with anyone other than her sister briefly and then roommates during college, and right now she was feeling very giddy. She even overheard Bob on the phone with his mom earlier, telling her that Molly was moving in and how happy he was.

The only problem was work. She loved what she did, and she was in the process of switching to daytime shifts in an effort to be able to spend more time with Bob. But it was exhausting getting used to a new schedule and new doctors. And there was one that rode Molly like she didn't know what she was doing. For some reason, he just didn't like her.

She yawned, ready to call it a day and just go to bed. Tomorrow was Everett's birthday at the Padres game, and Molly had offered to take him to the zoo beforehand. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend the day with her nephew, but she really needed some sleep. She was contemplating asking Bob to fuck her silly so she could pass out for the night, but she hadn't even eaten dinner yet.

"Hey, Uncle Bob?" she called out. "What's for dinner?"

"Something special," he replied from the bedroom.

Molly smiled. "Is it a surprise or something?"

"Kind of."

Then there was a knock on the door, and Molly went to open it.

"Hi," Phoenix said, dashing inside as soon as the door was open. She was carrying a cooler, which was just really strange.

"Nat! I didn't know you were stopping by," Molly said, looking down at herself. She was once again in Bob's oversized shirt and his old gym shorts. Aside from the night at the Hard Deck, this woman had never seen her in real clothing.

"I'm not. Not really. I'm just dropping this stuff off for Bob," she said, taking the cooler into the kitchen and setting it on the counter. "Just doing him a favor."

"What is it?" Molly asked, trying to peek inside, but Nat swatted her hand away.

She looked Molly in the eye for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Bob's in love with you, okay? He's going to do anything you ask him to do, because that's the kind of guy he is. So please don't take advantage of my friend in any way."

"Oh," Molly gasped, but then Nat was pulling her into a tight, albeit brief, hug. "I won't."

Nat nodded and then headed for the front door, shouting, "Bob! The stuff's in the kitchen!" on her way out.

"How very strange," Molly muttered as the door closed and Bob came out to the living room.

"You ready for dinner?" he asked, pulling her along by her hand.

"Is that what's in the cooler? She wouldn't even let me look! Bobby, I hate surprises. Just tell me what's in the cooler," she whined.

He rolled his eyes before he kissed her. "We're making sushi."

She blinked at him in silence. "We're making sushi? Have you forgotten that I don't know how to cook?"

"It doesn't need to be cooked," he replied, opening the cooler with all of the fresh supplies. "I watched like a hundred YouTube videos and practiced at Nat's place the other night when you were at work. And she offered to bring everything over fresh so you'd be surprised."

Molly peeked inside the cooler and gasped. There were containers of fish, sticky rice and seaweed, along with some imported Japanese beers and plum wine.

"Bob! It's not even my birthday! It's just a Wednesday!"

"I know," he agreed, "but I'm just really excited you're moving in. I wanted to celebrate."

Molly kissed him senseless for about five minutes before her stomach started growling. And then they pulled up one of the videos on his phone and made the ugliest looking sushi either of them had ever seen while they sipped the beers. Despite how the rolls looked, they were actually tasty. Molly plated the ugly sushi in the most appealing way she could and carried the dishes to the coffee table. Bob followed with two glasses of wine and turned on a serial killer documentary for her.

She picked up her chopsticks before setting them back down again and wrapping her arms around Bob's neck. "I love you a lot, Lieutenant Bob."

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Bob really knew better than to let Molly drive, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. She made some plans with her sister to take Everett to the zoo before the baseball game, and he had agreed to let Molly pick him up afterwards. Now he was holding onto the door handle while she weaved in and out of the lanes. But the truly astounding part was that Everett was in the back seat, completely calm, asking Bob to turn the radio up. He must just be used to this.

When Molly pulled into the parking lot, she groaned, "I thought we'd never get here."

"We got here in like ten minutes when it should have taken thirty," Bob muttered as she paid the parking attendant.

"Don't be salty that I'm a better driver than you," she said as she finally parked and turned off the car. Bob looked at her like she must be kidding, but she looked very serious.

"RIght," he said, climbing out of the car and unbuckling Everett. Bob ended up giving him a piggyback ride until they met up with Bradley who had a car full of birthday presents. Bob would have said Bradley was just buttering up his girlfriend by doting on her son, but he knew better. Bradley was kneeling and pulling a custom made baseball jersey over Everett's head. The back said Grand Slam which was the honorary call sign all the aviators had given him. And then Bradley scooped him up in his arms.

After they found their seats inside Petco Park, Molly offered to share her ice cream sundae with chocolate sauce, marshmallow fluff, melted caramel and sprinkles with him. "Absolutely not, Mo," Bob replied, kissing her forehead. "But thank you."

"You have terrible taste in food," she said around a huge spoonful. And then she moaned, and Bob had to adjust himself in his seat.

When Everett leaned over him and asked, "Aunt Molly, have you ever visited the airplanes and got your own call sign?" Bob's eyes went wide.

Molly met his concerned gaze with a little smirk. Then she messed up Everett's hair and said, "Not yet! But I'm going to try to visit Bob at work next week."

"You can get a call sign if you do!" Everett told her, clearly still excited about his.

Molly leaned closer to Bob and licked his earlobe before saying rather loudly, "Bob already gave me one."

"What is it?" Everett asked.

Bob was shaking his head, trying to keep her from answering when she blurted out, "He calls me Howler."

He covered her mouth with his hand, but it was too late. "Mo!" he whispered, turning beet red.

Bradley choked on a bite of his food on the other side of Everett. Her sister scolded her, but Bob knew it was useless. He just sat in his own mortification while Molly cackled and kissed his cheek.

"Sorry, Bobby," she whispered, kissing his ear. "Maybe you shouldn't be so good in bed if you don't want me to talk about it." His blood felt too hot as she casually held his hand and let her head rest on his shoulder. And suddenly it occurred to him that maybe he should just own up to the fact that he was doing a good job of keeping a woman as spectacular as Molly satisfied.

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Absolutely nobody had ever satisfied Molly the way Bob could. When she was pinned beneath him in bed that night, he whispered, "Come on Howler. Show me what you got." And then he proceeded to fuck her for no less than forty minutes without stopping. And then he came all over her face. And then he drew a bath for her. And then he made her a late night snack.

Although Bradley was going to help move her furniture in a few days, she was really already living with Bob in her mind. She never wanted to leave. She was giving up her lease. The only problem was the way he dodged her questions about paying him rent.

"Bobby," she whispered in bed on Friday night. They had just had the most wonderful evening out at that pizza place everyone loved so much. Nat joined them, and Bob and Bradley drew all over the paper tablecloth with Everett. When the bill came, Bob paid for everyone like it was nothing. And that wasn't fair. Because Molly wouldn't become that person who took advantage of someone like that.

"Yeah, Honey?" he murmured, stroking her cheek with his rough fingertips.

"How much is your mortgage? So I can pay half of it starting next month?"

His hand stilled, and this time when it took him a little while to answer, Molly started squirming uncomfortably. It was one thing accepting charity from her own sister in the form of money for nursing school, but this was different. She needed to figure this out for her own peace of mind.

"Bob?" she whispered, planting her palm gently on his chest and sitting up a bit.

"Hey," he replied softly. "I don't want you to think I asked you to move in with me and expect you to pay for anything. I've got all my expenses under control, Mo. It's not going to change much by having you here all the time. We can split groceries and maybe the utilities. But I've got all my expenses in a spreadsheet, including my bills and my retirement plans and everything else. It's all worked out."

"Bob," she whined, rolling over in the bed and covering her face with her hands. "Why do you even like me? I don't make spreadsheets, and I don't know how to save for retirement, and sometimes I forget to pay my rent on time."

He pulled her hands away and kissed her. "I love you, because you're perfect for me. Because I know how to do all that stuff too well, and I'd be really boring without you."

She gasped and pulled him in for a hug. "You could never be boring. And if you don't agree to let me contribute at least five hundred bucks a month on top of groceries and utilities, I'm not moving in."

As soon as he balked at the idea, Molly knew she was going to have to blow him. And since he had never been edged before, she was able to get him to agree fairly easily. As she licked his cock clean, she kissed his thigh and said, "I'll pay you the first of the month. And I won't forget."

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At first, everything was perfect. Well, other than the fact that Bob now had four couches in the condo. But it didn't matter, because Molly said she wanted them. But it seemed like as soon as she moved in, she started getting a little distant. Work was wearing her out, he could tell. She didn't get along well with one of the doctors she was regularly scheduled with now, and he wasn't sure how to help her with that.

"He's just a douche," Molly told him, over and over. "Nothing I can do about it."

But Bob noticed the way she was spending more time reading alone before bed instead of bugging him to watch the shows about murderers. She was quieter, citing exhaustion and headaches as her reason for going to bed early. And if she hadn't looked so worn out, he might have questioned things sooner.

Bob asked her sister if Molly was mad at him. He asked Bradley if this was a sign he was about to get dumped. He even asked Nat for help, but everyone kept assuring him that Molly loved him, and that she wasn't going anywhere.

But he knew he wasn't wrong. He knew she was acting strange. The worst part was, Bob had been thinking about buying an engagement ring. Not that he would pull a Bradley and propose the next day, but he thought he should have one. For when the time was right. Because he definitely wanted to marry Molly, and he wanted to propose in a spontaneous fashion. He thought she would like that.

But now he was thinking he'd never get that far. There were some bright spots here and there. They had sex in the bathroom at the Hard Deck which Bob was sure to remember until his dying day. He could get hard just thinking about the way her moans echoed in the stall, not bothering to hide what they were doing whenever someone else walked in. And she tried to make him dinner one night, even though she looked exhausted. The smoke detector went off, and Bob ordered a pizza instead, but he could feel in that moment how much she loved him.

There were some spots that weren't so bright though. One evening, Molly fell asleep on him while they were watching a documentary mini series. When he woke her up before bed, she started crying. "Mo? What's wrong, Honey?" But she just shook her head and kept saying nothing was wrong. And then she stormed into the bedroom without another word.

Bob was at a complete loss.

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Molly was at her wit's end. The doctor who was constantly riding her ass for no reason was up for a promotion. As much as she didn't want him to be rewarded for anything in life, she hoped he got it so he would be out of her hair. At least as a coordinator, he would be sitting at a desk making pointless decisions instead of terrorizing the nursing staff.

"Uh, Nurse Molly? Did you forget to log out of the computer?" he asked her yesterday. As if her first name was Nurse and her last name was Molly. Who addressed people that way? It's not like she went home and called her boyfriend 'Aviator Bob'. It was so dumb, she nearly snapped on principle alone.

But she in fact had not forgotten to log out of the computer! She had merely walked across the room! She was allowed to do that! But she bit her lip instead of calling him an obnoxious prick like she wanted to.

More distressing than anything else was the fact that she was so tired after work, she could barely keep her eyes open. Had night shift been that much easier? Or was her new birth control pill really messing with her? Now she wished she hadn't switched brands.

She needed to plan a bachelorette night. She needed to go wedding dress shopping with her sister. She needed to babysit Ev, because she missed him. But she was so cranky and miserable every night, she couldn't even stand herself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Bob wanted to know what was wrong with her. Hell if she knew!

When she offered to watch Ev one night to try to cheer herself up, she cried hysterically while the two of them watched The Lion King. Like she had never cried so hard in her entire life. "Are you okay, Aunt Molly?" Everett asked as she wiped her eyes on her shirt. She nodded, but she wasn't so sure. And then after he went to bed, she dug around in the back of the freezer and ate an entire gallon of the expensive ice cream her sister always tried to hide. And then she realized that her sister must know by now that Molly was the one who always ate it. But she kept on buying it. And that thought made her cry hysterically again.

She was an emotional, exhausted wreck. Thankfully she had Monday off work, and she could spend the whole day resting and sleeping while Bob was on base. He kept looking at her with a sad puppy expression, just wanting to try to make her feel better, but Molly couldn't even figure it out herself. When she woke up on Monday feeling like she had the flu, she started to panic. And after she barely made it to the toilet before she threw up everything in her stomach, she curled up on the bathroom floor and cried for an hour.

She had to force herself to stand up, get her keys and drive to the pharmacy a few blocks away. She had to force herself to look the cashier in the eye as she bought five pregnancy tests. And when she got back home and peed on the tests, she had to force herself to walk around the living room for three minutes while her brain buzzed. Subconsciously, she knew she should have taken a test about a week ago. But she blamed her weird cycle on the new birth control pills. At the time, it had seemed better than blaming herself.

Even before she walked back into the bathroom, she just knew what the result was going to be. There was really no other explanation. She checked the tests and burst into tears. This was all her fault. She was going to lose the person she loved over this. There was no coming back. She sank back down to the bathroom floor, thinking about Bob as she curled up into a tight ball and sobbed until she gave herself a migraine and fell asleep.

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Oh, Molly. Sweetheart. You didn't do it on purpose. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

PART 8

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in1-nutshell · 1 month

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More thoughts so how about Predacon buddy going back to the earth spark universe and just more interaction's with the others specifically Megatron I sort of feel like old predacon buddy would most likely try burning ghost to the ground and mandroid because no one messes with the sparklings on old Predacon buddy's watch I can just see product on buddies just saying don't you dare mess with my grandkids while just beating mandroid up and possibly suplexing him

Had a lot of request for Old Predacon Buddy coming back to Earthspark so here it is!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon finding out about Mandriod's bots

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFP/TFE

Another day, another random dimension drop off.

Buddy landed on top of a haystack next to some apple trees.

They groaned as they felt something lick the side of their face.

They opened their optics to find a familiar looking calf.

Floppy ears.

Oh!

This was the dimension with the Terrans!

And their home was right there!

Buddy quickly got up and started walking over to the home with the calf mooing happily behind them.

Buddy peaks into the kitchen spotting Alex cooking something on the stove.

“Hello there Mr. Malto.”--Buddy

Alex shrieks a bit holding the spatula in his hand as a weapon.

He looks closer at the optics of the Predacon before recognizing them.

“Buddy? Buddy, it’s been so long! Hold on one moment.”--Alex

Alex turns off the stove and runs outside to meet Buddy.

Alex hugs their pede as Buddy gently rubs his back.

He lets go.

“What are you doing back? Not that it’s a problem, but—”--Alex

“No, I get it Alex. And to answer your question, it was another portal.”--Buddy

“Yeesh! How many times does that happen to you?”--Alex

“…Way more than you might realize. Anyways where’s Dot and the kids? How are they?”--Buddy

“They should just be getting back from work right now.”—Alex

Buddy tilts their helm.

“Work?”--Buddy

“From G.H.O.S.T.”--Alex

“The creepy organization Megatron mentioned last time?”--Buddy

“That’s the one.”--Alex

“Something doesn’t settle with me about that organization…”--Buddy

“I feel you Buddy. How about I get Dot or one of the kids on the phone so you can talk to them?”--Alex

“That would be great Alex.”--Buddy

Buddy loafs on the ground as Alex begins to call Hashtag.

“Hello—”--Alex

“DAD THE SPIDERS ARE BACK!”--Hashtag

Buddy immediately gets up.

“Spiders?”--Buddy

“They are Mandriod’s bots. Sweety where are you all right now? Where’s Mom?”--Alex

“WE’RE—WOAH!—WE’RE IN THE WOODS NEAR THE HOUSE—WATCH IT! I DON’T THINK—”--Hashtag

“Hashtag!?”--Alex

Buddy leans down to Alex’s height.

Their optics holding steely determination.

“Climb on.”—Buddy

Buddy gains altitude as fast, while being mindful of Alex sitting without any protection on their back.

Buddy right now didn’t care that they would get seen.

They were worried about the kids.

Whoever this Mandriod was going to be a pile of burning ash when they were done with him if any of the kids were hurt.

Soon enough they found some bots.

Optimus, Megatron and Elita were struggling against the pink spider webs.

Buddy descending from above.

“Buddy?”—Elita, Megatron, and Optimus

Buddy leans down to let Alex come down.

They look at the restrains on Elita’s frame and dig their dentas into the webs and with one swift pull yanked most of them free from her frame.

“Thanks!”--Elita

“Where are the kids?”--Buddy

They heard screams.

Buddy mad dashes through the vegetation to the sound.

They spot a dozen robotic spiders start to corral Nightshade, Thrash and Mo.

Buddy lunged from the trees taking out most of the spiders.

Some managed to attach themselves onto their back, but Buddy quickly got rid of them before any permanent damage could be done.

They spewed fire at the remaining, reducing them to melted metal.

“Buddy!”--Maltos

The three ran to them and hugged their friend tightly.

Buddy wrapped their wings around them in relief before remembering the other.

“Where are the others?”--Buddy

They heard more yelling.

“Nightshade, Thrash, Mo follow my path and head back to Megatron and your father.”--Buddy

“What about you!”--Nightshade

Buddy had already started running before they heard the rest.

Thankfully, the others weren’t too far either.

Twitch, Hashtag, Jawbreaker, Dot, and Robbie were all being suspended by one of the webs as the spiders closed in.

Buddy leaped on top of them shaking the earth bellow as they swiped the other spiders with their tail.

Buddy stood in front of them wings spread in full display and roared before spewing the robots with fire.

Once they were done, they turned back worried at the children.

“Are you all okay?”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Maltos

Buddy nipped the webs and caught them as they fell.

They ran to give Buddy a hug as Buddy finally sighed in relief.

The danger was over.

The others soon appeared from the rather large opening in the forest their frame caused.

Everyone looked relief to see everyone safe and sound.

The group decided to return home.

As soon as they convinced Buddy to stop looking for Mandriod himself.

Optimus and Megatron trying to stop Buddy from going any further in the forest.

“You two need to let me go right now. That monster needs to be found and—”--Buddy

“So what? So, you can light him on fire?”--Elita

“The offer is on the table.”--Buddy

Dot gets in front of Buddy.

“Buddy… lets just go home. It’s been a rough day for all of us. Anyways there is no way of tracking down Mandriod. Not even G.H.O.S.T. can find him.”--Dot

Buddy huffs in frustration.

Mo comes over to Buddy’s pede and gently grabs it.

“Please?”--Mo

“…”--Buddy

Buddy sighs in defeat and soften their optics at the child.

“All right. Let’s not make my visit all about revenge. I want to hear everything that I missed.”--Buddy

Buddy gently opens their wings and herds the group out of the forest.

Elita looks at Optimus and Megatron.

“…They aren’t going to let this go.”--Elita

“Nope.”—Optimus and Megatron

A few more days passed with Buddy staying at the Maltos home filled with activities and more reunions before the portal came back.

There were more tearful goodbyes and promises to return whenever the portal came back for them.

Buddy exiting the portal, slightly stumbling on the ground.

Ratchet spots Buddy shaking their helm.

“Buddy?”--Ratchet

“Ratchet. How’s the work coming along?”--Buddy

“Good, but are you okay?”--Ratchet

Buddy huffs a bit.

“I’m fine Ratchet.”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

“… I have a little bit of a dent on my side. Would you…”--Buddy

Ratchet pats the med slab next to him.

“You know the drill.”--Ratchet

Buddy smiles a bit.

“Whatever you say Doctor.”--Buddy

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wanderingxiao · 5 months

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Whiskey, Leather, and Sex

Xiao x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: unprotected sex, curse words, pet names, begging, slight mention of alcohol, reader is a female. MDNI! 18+

The scent of exquisite leather and bitter whiskey invaded your nostrils, the taste of alcohol on his tongue coming to intoxicate you to his touch. His strong hands ran up the sides of your waist, warmth spreading from the touch. Lustful goosebumps rose riddling your skin, your own flushed fingers gripping the sleek leather of his jacket. Sharp pointed teeth slowly etched into your bottom lip, tugging lightly before his tongue slid over your lips.

“Xiao-“ The sound of his name rolling off your tongue so softly caused the man to shiver in anticipation as his internal arousal grew by the second. His palms rose, sliding over your bra before his fingertips firmly landed against the swell of your breasts. You couldn’t help but swoon in ecstasy at his touch. In a swift and fluid movement, he had your bra pushed up, letting your breasts bounce into his predatory grasp. With kneading hands, he squeezed against your breasts gently before sliding his fingers to ghost over the sensitive buds. “Ahh, Xiao, l-love you, love you so-“

“Hush.” He ordered sternly, yet there was a gentleness in his voice that made your heart accelerate and your cheeks flush with gorgeous shades of rose. Warmth cascaded down your chest to trace down your curves, defined fingers hooking on your pants and panties before the scent of whiskey invaded your nostrils again. “I’m sorry, forgive me, but I can’t fucking wait anymore. I… I need…” His lip caught between his teeth, his cheeks flushed lightly with his golden honeyed eyes looking deep into your eyes with blown out pupils dilated in lust. “I need to be inside you. To please you.”

“Xiao-“ Your lips connected once more into a passionate battle of hot tongues. Xiao swallowed your soft moans while his hands worked your lower half, pulling your pants and panties down without faltering the hypnotizing movement of his lips. The bed creaked under the shifting of Xiao’s weight, his hips coming to straddle you, pulling away and removing his leather jacket and undershirt. Scars littered his toned abdomen, a divine bird tattoo adorning his right arm, and piercings accenting his god-like face. He was truly crafted with the most exquisite materials to become this sexy.

Your hands traced his sides up to rub over his firm chest, enjoying the feel of his warmth under your fingertips. His rough hands came to grab at your shirt and bra, uncomfortably pulling them over your head to get you completely naked beneath his thin yet toned frame. His hands traced down your body until his fingertips dipped between your lovely thighs, golden eyes never leaving yours as he eagerly watched your expression shift once his fingertips made contact with your glistened folds. With a breathy sigh of bliss from your lips, Xiao’s fingers began to trace up and down your slit, biting the inside of his cheek at the feel of your arousal coating his slender digits.

“X-Xiao, please, hmm, please.” Your begging was too adorable for him to resist. With a clenched jaw, he sunk his fingers into your sopping insides, cock twitching in anticipation at the way your walls wrapped around his fingers, sucking his fingers in. Angling his fingers, he curled his slender digits to reach that blissful spot that always made your toes curl. The gorgeous moans that fell from your lips spurred him on, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt with increasing desperation, relishing in the wet noises your drooling sex made. “Shh, your doing so good, taking in my fingers so well. Do you want more, (Y/N)?”

“Mhm! Mhm, please, Xiao, I need mo-RE! Ugh!” God did your voice turn him on. Your voiced broke into choked moans and desperate whines as his thumb came to lightly ghost over your puffy clit. Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing the divine pleasure only Xiao could give you. You could hear his soft humming, thumb firmly finding your clit to rub precise and quick circles. The ecstasy was overstimulating, absolutely mind-numbingly amazing. His lips came to kiss along your jaw, the scent of whiskey once more intoxicating your senses. "Xiao! Xiao! I-It's-! Its too m-much...! Mmm!"

"So needy and desperate, you know I always take care of you, angel. Be patient." It felt like an entirety before he pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and throbbing for more of his searing touch. His posted tongue slid seductively around the curves and dips of his knuckles and slender fingers, savoring the taste of your arousal on the tip of his tongue. "So good... Can't hold it in anymore." You could barely register his words, only perking up when you heard the sound of his belt buckle clacking open and the sound of the bold leather whirring through the denim loops.

His hands roughly grabbed your legs, pushing them open further to slot himself between them, pants pushed down just enough to spring his leaking cock free from the confines of fabric prison. A breathy sigh left his mouth, Adams apple bobbing lowly as he swallowed thickly at the cool air hitting his flushed erection. His veiny yet strong hands held onto the base of his throbbing arousal, a strong arm propping beside you as his eyes cast lower to focus his sights on the way his flushed tip rubbed up and down against your slit up to bump against your clit.

"Xiao, please baby, I need you." Your soft pleas and breathy whimpers for him made his throat rumble with a groan, applying slight pressure to your entrance before sinking it in, removing his hand to place beside you. His eyes remained focused on your barely joined sexes, slick already coating his cock as his tip ebbed in and out of your welcoming cunt. HE returned his attention to your antics-tied expression, smirking before he pushed himself past the tight squeeze of your sweet and fluttering walls. A relieved moan left both your mouths, finally feeling that full and engrossed feeling of lust being fulfilled. "M-Mmm, Xiao, so f-full... deep."

"It feels so good." His low groans were music to your ears. Xiao rolled his hips outwards before he pushed his pelvis flush with yours once more pushing himself as deep as he ocuold before setting a steady rhythm. The beds creaked beneath the shifting weight of your heated bodies. Moans flew from your mouth freely, no longer composed or caring how loud they were. Any whine, whimper, or lewd mewl was cherished by Xiao's keen ears littered with sexy piercings. "Fuck, its been so long... I, nah, I've missed you."

"M-Me too, Xiao, hah, me too...! Ngh..." His body loomed over yours, one of his hands grabbing your hip while the other propped himself on his elbow beside your head, moaning deeply into your panting mouth as your breath collided. You could smell his cologne, the whiskey he always drank, and the expensive leather of his jacket resting beside you. Everything was overwhelming. Everything was Xiao. His moans, his scent, the wet noise of your sexes meeting over and over again, and the firm snap of his flesh against yours once his pace increased.

A light sweat coated your body, your fingertips on fire as they dug into the toed muscles of his back, your legs hanging in the air on either side of him, toes beginning to curl as his tip smushed against your cervix without fail. A creamy ring began to form around the base of his girth, your arousal mixing, sticky smacks echoing as your arousal and his leaking tip overflowed your insides. With faltering movements, Xiao growled out a flurry of curses, and strained whispers of his emotions.

"Fuck, im so close, hah... I want to c-cum with you. Please, (Y/N). Cum with me, angel." His lips pressed against yours, sloppy and needy. His knees dug into the bed deeper, his rhythm disorganized and desperate, flushed and glistening tip hitting your sweet spot and the edge of your cervix with every erratic thrust. You could only cry and cling to him as if your life depended it. Your head curled into his shoulder, moaning and drooling over his collar bones, legs shaky as they wrapped around his body, encouraging him faster. "Xiao! Xiao! C-Cumming...! Mmph! O-Oh god...!"

"Cum for me. Cum all over me, damnit!" With a final deep thrust and animalistic growl, ribbons of his cum spurted inside your fluttering and spasming walls, milking him for all he's worth. You could feel the muscles along his back tense, shoulders arching to hunch over you at the euphoric climax of his release. You clung to him, your own orgasm washing over your body with loud cries and whines of sensitivity. He fucked his cum inside slowly, his open mouth leaving pants across your face as he rocked his hips through your releases. It left you both breathless, his body collapsing on top of you briefly. "S-Sorry... was I too rough?"

You smiled, and reached over to kiss his sweaty forward, combing his dark evergreen locks accent by dim turquoise out of his face to look into his honey-cambered eyes. "No, it was perfect. Just like you, Xiao." His lips curled ever so slightly, his strong arm wrapping around you before burying his face into the crook of your neck, enjoying your company once more within his arms. "Thank you... for being here." You sighed in bliss, snuggling him closer to you, basking in the warmth and comfort his presence brought you. "Of course, I love you, Xiao."

"Mhm... Yeah, I... I love you too, my sweet angel.

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ninereadytoanswer · 1 year

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Just went to a bookclub and holy shit Mo Ran handing Chu Wanning Jiangui (while cwn is angry and doesn’t have Tianwen) ahhhh

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cumulo-stratus · 5 months

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Love Like a Fathers

Request: Hello, hope you're having a good day/night, I was wondering if I could request Spencer x Father figure reader, theyre On a case the unsub tries to kill Spencer but reader protects him and gets hurt himself.

Pairing: platonic!Spencer reid x Father figure!reader

Summary: Y/n gets hurt protecting Spencer from an unsub, and y/n and spencer spend some time together at the hospital

warnings: cannon typical violence, gunshot wounds/blood, swearing, s1 spencer being an adorable little cutie-pie <3

A/N: Friend I'm so so so sry this has been a WIP for like month😭- I've had like no motivation to write :( thank you for the patience and for the lovely request, and although ive never written platonic for spencer, i did my best! btw the lovely dividers are by @cafekitsune (not proof read)

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Spencer Reid and Y/n L/n weren’t related by blood, but if you asked anyone that knew them- they would tell you that it doesnt matter. y/n treated spencer like the son he never had, and spencer treated y/n like the father he lost. Even if you didn’t know them, you could tell the pair were close. Spencers intellect bounced well of y/n’s wisdom. Hotch knew this, and often paired spencer with y/n because of it. And when they got called to a case in the small town of Trutney, Alabama, it was no different.

As soon as the plane landed l/n and reid had been paired off to go to the M.E.’s to look at the one body they had so far. And so the next 2 days went by as uneventfully as they could go on a case with the BAU. Interviews, and case files - take out around a conference table and calls to garcia- just a regular BAU case. Until the last day when they were sure they had the right guy; Daniel Wilson, he fit the profile perfectly. And so the team was spilt into 2 groups; one going to the house and one going to the workplace. Hotch sent y/n and spencer to the back knowing y/n would have spencers back if anything happened.

As they crept through the long hallways silently the pair would share glances every now and then. When they reached a split Y/n made a silent flick of his wrist ordering spencer to take the path to the right while y/n would take the path to the left. Y/n stalked down the hall with his gun raised leaving Spencer to do the same with the other hallway.

Y/n was clearing the final room at the end of the hall when the distant sound of grunting and a gun shot. Without another though y/n raced down the hall toward the continuous grunting yelping. Y/n just barely remembered to call for back up as he ran- Morgan's voice sounding through the phones speakers.

"What's up L/n-"

He was interrupted by y/n's out breath voice.

"I heard a shot from Reid's side of the house I need backup"

Before Morgan could respond y/n hung up, stuffing the phone in his back pocket. When y/n reached the source of the sounds, he found a door slightly ajar. He pushed it open all the way to find Spencer on the loop ground with the unsub above him. They were pushing against eachother trying sway the barrel of the gun in their favor. Spencer was trying to push the barrel away from his head while the unsub did the opposite. Without hesitation y/n crossed the room and grabbed the unsub roughly by his shoulders throwing him away from spencer. Spencer took no time at all the scramble away, his feet sliding as he fumbled to push himself away. Meanwhile y/n and the unsigned were in a struggle for the gun. And almost as if in slow mo, spencer saw a bullet leave the barrel and enter y/ns shoulder- right where his neck met his shoulders. The resounding bang that came with it caused spencers ears to ring. but caused everything to come back to normal speed was the second gunshot, from y/n to the unsubs chest. He fell to the ground, bleeding out.

“Spencer! spencer i need you to put pressure on the wound- okay?”

Despite the many filed first aid books he’d read, spencer couldnt recall a single bit of information- and was only listening y/n’s instructions.

“alright now use my sweater- ya its right over there. We need something to stop the bleeding-“

Y/n interrupted himself with small grunts and grimaces every time his shoulder moved. But luckily spencer was in it enough to properly use the sweater y/n had provided.

At this point spencers hands were soaked in blood, and so was the sweater. It was warm, and sticky- drying and cracking on the back of his hands. Just then Morgan came storming in, a mix of swat and paramedics trailing behind him. A paramedic took the sweater from spencer’s hands and he was pulled away by Morgan to checked out- despite his protests. spencer was quite insistent he stay with y/n but Morgan settled him enough to get checked out by telling him that he would be updated if anything happened.

Spencer stood in front of the open doors of an ambulance- restlessly wringing his hands together while an EMT patched the small gash on his forehead. Spencer had resisted saying anything about how he thought it was unnecessary- as it wasn’t even bleeding that much. But spencer knew better than to argue with Morgan at this point.

Spencer practically ran- which he didn’t do very often- to the nearest large black SUV. As he walked/ran across the lawn he called out to morgan.

“St. Mary’s right?”

“on 32nd street-“

spencer didnt allow morgan to finish- instead climbing into one of the FBI vehicles littering the street.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital burned spencers retinas as spoke the woman at the desk.

“excuse me where is Y/n L/n’s room?’

as he spoke, spencer drummed his fingers against the desk- anxious to see y/n. Make sure he was okay.

“Down the hall and to your left, room 328 sir”

Spencer barely managed a curt thank you and nod before he was speed walking down the hall. the lights in the hospital clashed with the stark white of the hall when spencer entered. They were dimmed to be only slightly brighter than the dark sky through the glass. spencer found y/n asleep soundly with a large bandage across his shoulder and butterfly bandages littering his exposed chest and face. Spencer could feel some of the weight lift off his shoulders when his eyes met y/ns closed ones.

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Despite the dim light it still took effort for y/n keep his eyes open once he woke up. The first thing he noticed was sleeping form of Spencer draped over an uncomfortable looking chair. His back and neck were bent forward in what looked to be a not very comfortable position to sleep in.

Spencer stirred when y/n grunted quietly from the pain of sitting himself up. Spencer immediately rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went to help y/n, and as always y/n tried to tell Spencer he was fine and didn't need help. But y/n always made an exception for Spencer- especially he insisted with his innocent honey brown eyes.

"Spence I'm fine bud- come sit with me"

Y/n had a smile on his face and patted the spot next to him which he had now made by scooching over. Spencer shyly climbed up next y/n, his slacks and blazer looking out of place to the hospital gown y/n was wearing.

"You know you really scared me back there-"

Spencer was staring at his hands as he spoke- remembering the blood that had once coated them. Y/n took the opportunity to place a comforting comforting hand on Spencer's back, rubbing back and forth the way y/ns own family did.

"I know- but you can't rid of me that easily bud"

They both laughed lightly at that and instead of responding verbally Spencer leaned his head on y/ns shoulder, appreciating the warmth of y/ns excess internal heat. Spencer was often the one to take advantage of the human heater of a person y/n was. And this was one of those moments.

No more words were needed for the rest of the evening. They weren't needed for anything- the team could handle it (and it helped that Hotch knew how stressed Spencer was and let him know he could stay at the hospital with y/n).

And there; in the dimly lit hospital room, that smelled of disinfectant, Spencer felt more comforted than in his own home.

The End

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Bikinis and Tattoos - J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Wife word count: 800 warnings: smutttyyy and slutttyyy. Mentions of sex, Jake can't keep his hands to himself. Suggestive language. A/N: A lil celebratory blurb for hitting 2k with the characters who got me here:) || Masterlist || Opposites Attract Masterlist || library page ||

It wasn’t very often that Jake and Y/N had a moment by themselves, let alone a whole week kid free. But it was their 10th wedding anniversary and her parents had bought them two non-refundable tickets to the Amalfi Coast. Y/N almost declined and pushed her parents to go, or even Rooster and Dragon, but Jake told her there was no way in hell they were going to miss out on a free trip. So now they were laying out in the sun, catching some much needed R&R.

Jake leaned against the side of the pool, feeling the sun on his shoulders. The villa they had booked had a private pool, and Jake was loving every minute of it. Their first night here resulted in a midnight dip in the pool, followed by passionate sex against the side of it.

“Here,” Y/N said, setting a new drink down in front of him, “Looked like you needed a refill.”

Jake looked up at his wife and smiled, “Thank you, sweets.”

She nodded and walked over to one of the sun loungers, spreading out her towel. Jake couldn’t help but look over her body, the red bikini she wore left little to the imagination. Her body had changed over the years from having three kids, but she was still breathtaking. Her skin was perfectly sunkissed, and the suntan oil on her skin made her glisten just a bit. Jake had memorized every single curve, line, blemish on her body from the years they have spent together. He knew where to kiss, where to suck, where to touch her to make her go crazy. He liked his lips as he leaned up a bit more, as she bent in front of him, her ass on display. He reached up to smack her ass cheek but faltered, seeing the faintest black cursive ink on her skin.

Jake squinted his eyes, trying to make out with the words on her skin said, and smirked when he realized what it said.

“Sweets,” Jake said, as she sat down on the towel covered sun lounger, “When did you get a tattoo?”

“Oh!” She blushed and lifted her right hip slightly, “It was uh. . . dare.”

“A dare?” Jake’s bright teeth were on display as he smirked.

“At girls night, a couple months ago. Phoenix, Val, Dragon and Halo dared me to get a tattoo so I got-”

“My callsign on your ass?”

“Yeah,” Her ears were burning as she tried to look anywhere but at Jake’s electric green eyes.

Jake bit his lip as he placed his palms flat on the concrete before pushing himself out of the pool. Y/N looked over the top of her sunglasses as he walked over to her, swinging his hips just slightly. She bit her lip as he leaned down, resting his hands on the armrests of the sun lounger. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, running a hand down her side to her right hip. She gasped as he roughly flipped her over onto her front.

“Why would you look at that,” Jake smirked, and ran a delicate finger over the tiny cursive writing on her ass cheek, “Hangman.”

“Do you like it?” She looked over her shoulder and Jake looked up at her, his green eyes blown wide with lust. He shamelessly adjusted himself in his swim trunks, keeping eye contact with her as he bent down and placed a kiss on the tattoo. She moaned at the feeling of his warm lips on her skin, her back arching slightly.

“I love it sweetheart,” Jake said, “Cause it means that you’re mine. All mine.”

“All yours. . . daddy,” She bit her lip and Jake let out a groan. She couldn’t even process what was happening as Jake quickly picked up her body and slung her over his shoulder. Y/N let out a squeal, followed by a series of giggles as she reached down and smacked Jake’s ass.

“Hey!” Jake exclaimed, and delivered a smack back to her’s.

“Oi!” Y/N giggled as Jake tossed her down on the California king bed. Her body bounced slightly off the mattress, making her tits move. Jake wasn’t sure when she bought this swimsuit, or where she had been hiding it, but it had quickly become one of his favorites.

“God look at you,” He said, feeling himself strain against his boxers. She bit her lip and ran her hands down her body, squeezing her tits slightly and running her hands lower. Jake had loved how confident she had grown over the years. It turned him on like none other.

“Touch me, please. . . Hangman.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Jake groaned and leaned down to place a bruising kiss on her lips.

And nine months later. . . Jasper and Maxwell Seresin were born.

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yoonzinuhh · 5 months

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what kinda future ?

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : seungcheol x reader

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff,romance,angst,possible reincarnation

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : mentions of death

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : for entertainment purposes only. might sound so dramatic and rushy but i rlly love this tbh. and yeah it’ll just have 2 parts ! thanks @asyre !!

the first time when he saw you,the girl of his dreams. girl of his dreams as in literally. his dreams always had the same pattern.

him as a knight climbing up the balcony to meet the princess,the love of his life. her voice and laughs were like a melody to him,her eyes that spoke million words,her smile that gave him assurance.

the second time he saw the girl of his dreams. she had her hair tied up,some of them falling onto her eyes,as she ran behind a balloon that was flying towards him. but he couldn’t care about the red flying whatever. his eyes were on her,just her.

she sees the balloon fly towards someone tall,hoping he’d catch. he smiled and let it pass. she gives him the weirdest look before running towards it.

for a second seungcheol thought his world stopped but was interrupted by her disgusted look. he chased her,the balloon,her steps and finally held the string,smiling. and her clumsy self tripped onto him. cliche but god he swear he hears something romantic playing behind as he held her,eye contacts being passed,like the whole world paused,again.

but his dreams always had a pattern. he would fall in love. fall in love so bad that he was ready to give his life away for you,his love. so would she, but the only difference was she does as she said. you always gave up your life for him. not once,not twice. but in every single dream of his,always without showing your face but a small mark on the right side of the shoulder. thats all he sees in his dreams.

seungcheol never believed in second life or reincarnation. he never believed in soulmates either in contradiction to his dreams.

it was another weekend where he is on the other side of the counter,putting up a fake smile for his side savings,to take care of himself. with rain being harsh the shop was more crowded.

cliche again. the door opened with the sound of the bell ringing,cold breeze hitting his face,drops of water on the glass as he looked at the direction of bells. he swore time stopped.

the prettiest girl he has ever seen,your hair little messy and wet from the rain,little shivers over your shoulder as you came upto the counter. hands hugging yourself you look through the menu board biting your lower lip trying to decide on something hot to drink.

“hi..can i get the hot cocoa andd..” you eye the bakery counter and give out a sigh.

and stupid seungcheol did not hear a word. his whole attention was on you. your hair,your lips trembling and little droplets on your nose. he snapped when you wave a hand at him with a confused look.

“um..do i have to repeat my order ?”

oh god. is he in love. he is in love. he is.

you sit in the corner of the cafe,sadly looking through the window while sipping your cocoa. the rain doesn’t seem to be kind to you. sighing you get up walking towards the door until a voice,little too familiar but you don’t know who it is from.

“hey ! here..you can carry this..” the clueless handsome guy from the counter handed over his umbrella to you.

“no..thats fine i can manage thank-“

“i insist. and i have hours more for my shift it’ll stop by then.”

and something doesn’t make you deny.

his eyes were fixated towards the door. maybe you’d come in to give him his umbrella. maybe he could shoot his shot. maybe he could- oh god..there she is.

walking in you smile at him. everything feels slo-mo to him. with romantic song playing behind. just like his dreams.

“hey ! thank you so much..uh..”

“seungcheol..you can call me cheol” with a stupid smile.

“thanks seungcheol. oh and im y/n” you giggle out.

y/n. such a pretty name. he thinks.

“two minutes. it’s on the house” he rushes as if it was most expensive order he has ever taken.

“no no seun- cheol.” his heart skipped a beat.

“you’ve already done enough yesterday. if at all anything it should be me who should be getting you something” you laugh.

“lets do it” oh. he cant believe he just said that. to be honest he’s little too proud of shooting his shot.

the day ends with him dropping you off at the bus stand,too many stories and laughs. he is giggling and kicking his feet off at bed thinking about you. and it goes on for almost a month and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fall more and more for you.

and right when he thinks about having a peaceful sleep it returns. tears streaming all over his face as he screams into a void. a image of his lover trying to smile a goodbye as the beeps of the little screen next to her ends. he begs,cries,asking you to stay but just like the other dreams of his,you choose not to.

at first cheol thinks of it as a nightmare. once twice nothing scared him. but everyday ended up the same. him falling in love. him being in love. him losing his love. the pattern was always the same. it was too real and often for it to be just a nightmare. but honestly he cant take it anymore. waking up with a bead sweat slipping down his neck he looks at the clock. 4:02am. the same as every other day. and something in him always asks him to get flowers every time he gets the dream of her passing. for some reason,the daisies.

his usual go to shop is closed so he just walks where his phone takes him to.

‘must be here’ he mutters to himself.

“good afternoon sir how may i help yo- cheol !?” your eyes widen then softens.

“you work here !?”

“uh yeah..not too long ago..” you smile. “soo how may i help you?”

“i’m just..looking for some flowers..”

“oh really ? i thought you were here for laptops” you say high pitched earning a laugh from him and you.

“well..do you have daises?”

“daises ? my favourites” you smile. “just a minute”

billing it for him “it’s in the house” you wink.

“oh come on y/n-“

“i insist ?” you laugh mocking his tone something’s on up your head.

“do you know..daisies mean new beginnings ?”

“really ? i just..”

“thats why i really love daisies. it’s like..” you stare at the flowers and he stares at you. a few seconds go silent.

“anyways..are these for..someone?” you eye at him. hoping for a no. god you don’t even know why but you just want it to be the answer.

“uh yeah” he scratches the back of his head. wow.

“see you later ?” you nod a smile.

running back home from work he sets the flowers onto the little water jar on his desk. he just stares at them. for a minute,or minutes. and something in him tells him to run. run to her. and he does.

running to the flower shop he sees you with your bright smile getting out while waving at the old woman inside.

“y/n ! y/n wait !” you turn around to see breathless cheol resting his palm on his knees while the other had his little flowers from earlier,little dull still beautiful.

“cheol- whats wrong is everything alright ?”

he shakes his head into a no. still breathless he hands over the flowers to you. “for you” he says trying to catch his breath.

“me ?..why-“

“y/n look..i’m..i just want to be straight forward..oh my god what am i..just hear me out for a second okay..?” he says taking your hand in his.

“okay..” you whisper.

“look..i know its so sudden but god..i like you..ever since you walked through the door. felt like my whole world..just stopped..it sounds cheesy but yeah..i really like you..i’d..i’d like to..like you ?”

“woa- damn yes that really did sound cheesy” you chuckle looking down. but inside you felt everything heat up. the handsome guy from cafe just asked you out..or the only friend you made who you might have a little crush on just asked you out..wow.

breathing out he tries to find your eyes “so..?”

“so ?”

looking up at him for several seconds you tip toe to peck him on his cheek.

“bye then ! ” you laugh as you rush away.

my god. thats all cheol could think you. his big ass grin,he bets you saw those tomatoes on his cheeks. he was down bad for you.

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dating cheol was pretty simple. you both made sure to meet almost every day with him dropping you home or take you out for a coffee. and friday evenings meant a movie and cuddle at one of your places. it was peaceful. it was loving.

and just like another day there were you trying to make a meal without burning the kitchen down while cheol is just walking behind you like a puppy.

“no way he did that !?” he exclaimed at another story of yours tonight. that’s what you loved about him the most. growing up you never had attention which made you a reserved person but he was always ears. always ready to listen to everything you say out. blabbers rants worries..everything.

gently pacing away the hair that fell on your face “let me tie it up” he smiled while tying your hair with your band that’s always on his wrist just in case you needed it.

hugging you from behind he places his chin onto your shoulder and places a peck. at the very moment his eyes widen. his eyes widen at the mark on your shoulder. the one that always haunted him.

“y-y/n..how did you get this mark..”

“uh i dont know but i remember my mom saying it was a birth mark ? pretty unique right” you tilt your head back to get a glimpse then peck his lips.

the whole night during the movie seungcheol was unusually silent. all he could think about was the mark. it could be a coincidence right ? the stupid dreams he had could be just dreams right ? it should be..right ?

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trickphotography2 · 4 months

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'tis the damn season | Chapter 4

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Julie/Cece (OC, no physical description)

Word count: 6.5K

Synopsis: After six years away from home, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was finally going to make his parents happy and surprise his family by spending Christmas in Magnolia, Texas. Introducing his pregnant fiancee to his family is a culture clash, with rural Texas meeting California influencer. Though unhappy in his relationship, Jake knows he has to buckle down and do the right thing with a baby on the way.

The last person he expected to run into was his high school sweetheart and the one that got away, Julie.

The holidays are already going to be hard enough for Julie. Her home baking business, which had started as a fun side project, exploded after a few TikToks went viral. Just when she was getting the hang of juggling her job and business, tragedy struck. Facing her first Christmas as an orphan, the last thing Julie expected was to hear that once familiar nickname - Cece.

After almost a decade apart, Jake and Julie can't help but feel that old familiar spark. Even with the realities of their lives pressing in, they can't help but wonder what might have happened if just one of them had fought for their relationship all those years ago.

Chapter 3 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 4

A benefit of military training was that Jake could now fall asleep anywhere and under almost any circumstances. After months on a carrier listening to hops overhead, shaking his bed, collapsing into a steady twin-sized mattress wasn’t an issue.

When he closed his eyes, he could only see Cece’s shocked expression after they’d kissed. But when he drifted off, he dreamed about holding her, pressing kisses to the nape of her neck as she decorated her cakes before lifting her onto the counter and standing between her knees. The unhurried kisses they’d share as she ran her fingers through his hair the way no one else seemed to be able to do. Her soft mo -

“What are you doing?!”

Jake bolted upright at the sound of raised voices, feet hitting the floor before he was fully awake. Not pausing to grab his shirt, he ran from the bedroom and flew down the steps, jumping the last few as Ally yelled again.

“You inconsiderate b - ”

“Inconsiderate?! I’m helping!” Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, Jake stared wide-eyed at the scene before him.

“You’re ruining it!” The back door swung open as Mama stomped to clear the snow from her boots.

“What’s going on here?” she demanded. Cool hands brushed Jake’s bare skin, and he glanced down to see Cece trying to get past him.

“What…” her exhausted voice cracked, taking in the scene before them.

The counter was littered with crumbs. Bowls of ganache and buttercream had knives resting on the rims. The macaron shells that Jake matched were scattered about, some with filling that spilled past the rims of the small cookies. A few cupcakes Cece had carefully decorated and boxed were sitting back on the cooling racks, icing swiped from the sides.

And, standing there with flour artfully brushed on her cheeks with her phone set up on Cece’s tripod was Shayla. A red-faced Ally glared daggers at her from across the counter, one hand resting on her stomach while the other clenched into a tight fist. “You need the get the fuck out of here RIGHT NOW,” Ally snarled, “before I knock you on your ass, you selfish - ”

“Allison Rae Seresin,” Mama snapped, toeing off her boots and stepping inside. Her eyes quickly surveyed the damage, widening the more she took in.

“Jake, you’re going to let her talk to me like that,” Shayla demanded, planting her hands on her hips. It took a minute for him to realize that she was wearing Cece’s discarded apron.

“What were you thinking, Shayla?” he asked, attempting to keep his voice steady but unable to stop the anger from creeping in. His eyes darted to Cece, who stood silently beside him, a shaking hand pressed to her mouth. Shay’s gaze shifted from him to her, and he could have sworn something flashed in his fiancée’s eyes.

“I was just trying to help. I know you and Jake were up all night, and I’m going to tag you in the video so you’ll get plenty of viewers from it.”

“Y-you…I…” Cece stuttered before pressing her lips into a thin line. Jake could see the gleam of tears in her tired eyes and felt his heart break. But when he reached to touch her shoulder, she jerked away from him. The anger faded from Ally’s face as she turned to Cece.

“I’m sure we can salvage some of it,” she said. Shaking her head, Cece forced a smile onto her wobbling lips.

“I-it’s fine. I can fix it. I…I just need to go to the store.”

“Shayla will pay for the damages,” Mama said, glancing at the woman in question. When she opened her mouth to say something, Jake cut her off.

“Of course. I’ll go with you - ”

“No.” The word was loud in the near-silent kitchen, but Cece wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“I’ll go,” Ally said, glancing at her watch. “I don’t have any appointments this morning, so I can help out - ”

“No.” It was softer this time but just as firm.

“Julie - ” Mama said softly, walking toward the trembling woman who took a step back. Her shoulder brushed Jake’s chest, but she took another quick step away when he reached to steady her.

“Please don’t. I-I need to go. The ganache needs at least two hours to set b-before I can use it.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and brushed past him, working hard not to touch him before darting upstairs.

“You fix this,” Mama ordered, hard eyes meeting his before following Cece upstairs.

“Get out of the kitchen,” Ally demanded.

“You can’t - ”

“In case you didn’t catch on,” she cut her off. “This is my family’s house. This is my future house. And just because my brother-in-law had the misfortune of knocking you up and putting that gaudy ring on your finger before any sense was knocked into his thick skull doesn’t give you any right to stand here until your last name is Seresin. So get. Out.”

“Jakey!” He scrubbed a hand down his face, turning to watch Cece barrel down the stairs and out the front door.

The grocery store parking lot was empty when Julie parked in a spot closest to the door - it wouldn’t open for another fifteen minutes. With a sigh, she leaned the seat back and stared up at the car ceiling, willing away the tears that pricked her eyes.

She was so tired. And hurt. And mad at herself.

The idea of going back to the Seresin house - one of her safe havens - made her stomach twist with guilt and dread. A small part of her wanted to call Lucy to see if she could use her kitchen. Still, the rational part of her knew it would be a huge imposition to ask her best friend to give up her kitchen with two little ones running around, and she would never get the work done.

But working with Jake again couldn’t happen. Julie had let her guard down last night, lost in the nostalgia of spending time with the boy she’d loved and learning about the man he’d become. It had been too easy to slip back into the familiar, trading long-forgotten inside jokes and teasing one another. His warm laugh had kept her going, and she’d even trusted him enough to watch over things and take a short power nap on the couch. She’d been too comfortable with the casual touches they’d traded, his hands on her hips to gently move her out of the way to wash his hands or how his fingers had curled around hers when they high-fived when the macarons finally came out right.

And when they’d kissed… it had felt like finally coming home. Like stepping into a hot shower after a long day, letting the warmth wrap around you and ease all of the tension from your body.

“Baby, I missed you.”

Those words echoed through her head, bruising her heart.

There were few things that Julie regretted in life, and leaving Jake in Virginia wasn’t one of them. For the first time, she had put herself first. She’d stood up for herself when he kept lying to her face. Julie needed time to figure out who she was when she wasn’t waiting for Jake Seresin to accomplish his goals.

What she did regret, though, was ignoring his text message after running into him seven years ago.

It had been a shock to see him two years after breaking off their engagement and moving back to Austin. Ally had texted her to ask for bar recommendations since she and Will were going to the Texas versus A&M rivalry game, and she’d given her favorite local spot. After spending hours in the sun, screaming for her team to kick the Aggie’s ass, she and her girlfriends had retreated to their watering hole to celebrate their win. The last thing she had expected was to see her ex-fiancé standing at the bar, the black Longhorn hat she’d bought him years before on his head as he ordered a beer. When his green eyes had lifted to find hers across the crowded room, she’d been pinned to the spot.

The night had ended with them sneaking away from the group and fumbling with the bar bathroom door lock, unwilling to stop kissing long enough to secure it. She could taste beer and longing on his tongue, and she let herself get lost in the feeling of him and the nostalgia of the Spring Break nights that had ended just like this. Once the lock clicked into place, he backed her against the walls, his hands sliding under her burnt orange skirt as he mouthed at her breasts through her white t-shirt. Guiding her legs around his waist, he’d lifted her, pressing her against the wall while tugging her panties to the side.

“I missed you,” he panted against her neck as he slid home.

A month later found Julie in her apartment bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test on the sink. Jake had texted her a few times, and they’d even spent one night talking into the early hours. Still, ever since realizing her period was late, she had limited contact. Just that morning, he’d texted asking if she was alright.

A small part of her wanted to tell him she might be pregnant. But the last time they’d been in this predicament, he’d made so many promises, and she wasn’t sure if she could do the same. The memory of sitting on the phone with him during their sophomore year of college, waiting for the timer to go off as he promised he would drop out of the Academy and move home, and enlist in the Navy rather than commission as an officer so he could take care of her and the baby, was too much. As much as she still loved Jake, Julie wasn’t sure she could promise to move back to Virginia if she was pregnant this time. Those two months had been a black hole of loneliness and depression, and she’d only clawed herself out of it by coming back to Austin.

So when the test was negative, Julie promised it was over. And she kept that promise when she’d seen him in Magnolia the following year when she visited her daddy for Christmas. It had been hard to speed walk out of the store, ignoring Jake calling for her, but it was for the best.

And now… now he was engaged and had a baby on the way, exactly what he’d always wanted.

And who was she to derail that? Even if the woman he chose to spend the rest of his life with was evil? That was his choice. There had to be something good in her if Jacob Thomas Seresin chose to spend the rest of his life with her. For all of his faults, Jake was a good man who would do anything for the people he loved. And if he loved Shayla, that had to mean something. So kissing him was now on the list of regrets.

It did mean that she needed to distance herself from the Seresins. As much as she loved them, it wasn’t fair to Jake, Shayla, or their baby for her to be around. Once she left Magnolia, it would be easier to separate herself. It would hurt to lose her family, but it was the right thing to do. The idea of this being her last Christmas with them was…a sob caught in Julie’s throat, and she pressed a hand to her mouth to keep it from escaping. She’d already promised to be Tyler’s godmother - she could still make sure to have a close relationship with the little boy while keeping his uncle at arm’s length.

The grocery store lights turned on. Sitting up, Julie took a few deep breaths, brushing away any tears that had escaped her tight control and ignoring the dark circles that seemed permanent these days. After gathering her purse and putting her coat back on, she exited the car and hurried across the parking lot, mentally reviewing her shopping list.

The tears started to escape again when she stood in the baking aisle, trying to find more than one bag of almond flour. There was no telling how many macarons she needed to redo, and only having a bag and a half made her anxious.

“Jules?” Taking a step back from where she was moving bags of flour on the shelf, she looked up the aisle to see Drew smiling. It slowly faded as he took in her appearance, and he quickly walked toward her, his cart wheels rattling loudly. “Hey, everything alright?”

Maybe it was the genuine concern in his voice or the way his brown eyes softened as they took her in. It could have been the familiar firehouse uniform that her daddy had worn or just the exhaustion of the last week, but Julie couldn’t fight the tears any longer. When the first sob escaped, she clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle it, squeezing her eyes shut and wishing the floor would open and swallow her whole. “Aw, honey,” Drew murmured, shifting his radio over his shoulder before tugging her into his arms. His blue fire jacket held the faintest whiff of smoke and muted cologne, and she found herself burying her face into his chest as she cried.

Julie wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but Drew didn’t seem to mind her using him as support during her breakdown. Instead, he held her tightly, telling her it would be alright. That whatever was wrong, they would figure it out. And when her sobs dissolved into hiccups and sniffles, she pulled away and wiped at the dark spot she’d left on his uniform. “S-sorry,” she whispered.

“It’s fine,” he replied, ducking to try and catch her eye when she wouldn’t look at him. “What’s wrong, Jules? Talk to me.”

“I-it’s just been a spectacularly shitty last few days.”

“Yeah? What happened?” And that was how she found herself spilling everything to him - overextending herself between work and baking to try and block out the fact that this was the first Christmas without her daddy, not sleeping for more than a few hours per night over the last month, her oven going out, and waking up to find out that Shayla ruined a lot of the hard work she’d done overnight. “So let me get this straight, honey,” Drew said, brows furrowing. “You’ve been runnin’ yourself into the ground and not sleeping. And your oven went out, so you went to the Seresin’s. And your ex-fiancé’s new fiancée is a bitch who messed with the stuff that you need for the mayor’s party tonight?”

“That’s the gist,” she nodded. A soft smile crossed his mouth as he brushed away her tears with his knuckle. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Drew had only been in Magnolia for about four years and hadn’t had a front-row seat to the saga of Jake and Julie that some folks in town still liked to gossip about. Gossips like Betty, who pushed her rattling cart past them, not even bothering to hide her curious stare.

“Mornin’, Mrs. Roberts,” Drew said, tapping the bill of his cap.

“Mornin’,” Betty said. “Everythin’ alright, Julie?”

“Peachy,” she lied, forcing a smile and trying to ignore that her face was probably red and splotchy.

“Jules was just helpin’ me pick out the best stuff for pancakes. Gotta get back to the house and make sure we get one last good breakfast in before shift ends.”

“Of course,” Betty said, glancing in their baskets. Her gaze caught on the dark blue spot on his jacket. Drew reached up and twisted the radio belt, so it covered the spot, hand resting on the radio to hide it further.

“Merry Christmas,” Julie said, turning her back on Betty, reaching for a bag of all-purpose flour, and putting it into Drew’s cart. “You should do them from scratch rather than using the box stuff.”

“Right. Just figured it’d be easier for the rookie,” Drew said, turning his back on the older woman. The rattling of the wheels alerted them to her departure, and they both glanced over their shoulder to see her hurrying down the aisle. “Ten bucks says she calls someone from the parking lot.”

“Twenty says she calls someone before getting to the register,” Julie countered, reaching into his cart to retrieve the flour.

“You can leave that. What else do I need for pancakes from scratch?”

“Baking powder, sugar, salt, milk, eggs, and butter. You sure you don’t want to go the easier boxed route?”

“I have a feeling we’re gonna need a good breakfast to get through all the work we have to do.”

“I thought your shift ended soon. Expecting any fires?”

“You never know,” Drew grinned down at her. “I’ve been known to start a kitchen fire or two when trying to make something. Good thing there’ll be a professional on hand to supervise.” At her confused look, he shrugged. “Come use the kitchen at the firehouse.”

“I-I… Drew, that’s - ”

“We’ve got a huge kitchen, the guys can help out, and you won’t have to worry about seeing the bitchy fiancée or ex-fiancé.”

“All my stuff is at the Seresin’s place.” He shrugged again.

“Not an issue. I can run over and grab it while you take a nap.” He held up a finger when she opened her mouth to say something. “Honey, I hope the next words out of your mouth are some form of ‘yes’ or ‘thank you,’ ‘cause I don’t think we have a whole lot of time to argue. I got one of those invitations to the mayor’s party, and I know that we’ve got about” - he glanced at his watch - “thirteen hours until the party starts, and I’m sure you want to be done before that. So we don’t have time. Unless you want to go back to the Seresin’s.”

Julie paused for a moment before speaking, “Thanks, Drew.”

Jake carefully wiped the paper towel over the macaron shell, removing as much of the ganache as possible before setting it aside. Shayla had only managed to make about forty of the cookies before getting caught, so even if he couldn’t salvage all of them, at least Cece wouldn’t be starting from scratch. It was the least he could do.

After Cece had left and Ally kicked her out of the kitchen, Shayla stomped up to the guest bedroom. He reluctantly followed, finding her throwing things into her suitcase and demanding to leave. “I’m happy to drive you to the airport, but I’m not leaving,” Jake had said, crossing his arms over his chest. Shayla spun on her heel and glared at him, putting a hand on her stomach.

“You would abandon the mother of your child? On Christmas Eve?”

“If you want to go, that’s fine. And we can talk about this when I get home - and we are going to talk about this, Shayla.”

“About what?!” she spat, throwing her hairdryer into the suitcase so hard that the attachment flew off. “For trying to help some little bumfuck creator wi - ”

“Stop!” It was rare for Jake to raise his voice to her, so it shocked Shayla into silence. “You have no idea how hard Cece worked last night. You had no right to do that.”

“Oh, because it’s precious ‘Cece’s,’” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Funny how everyone else calls her Julie, but you call her Cece. ‘Cause she’s just an ‘old family friend,’ right?” Cocking an eyebrow, she smirked. “We’re even, Jake.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you.” Jake felt a jolt of panic and fought to keep his expression blank.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you kiss her.” The smile that graced her face could only be described as vindictive as she rubbed her stomach. “We both screwed up, but we’re gonna put that behind us for the sake of our baby, right?” When he didn’t answer, too stunned to respond, she walked closer and cupped his cheek, guiding his hand to her stomach. “Right? Because we’re a family. And I forgive you - ”

“Shay - ”

“As long as you don’t see her again.”

Gentle chiming woke Julie, and she blindly slapped for her phone to turn off the alarm. Her body ached for sleep, and she indulged by hitting the snooze button. Rolling onto her stomach, she buried her face into the pillow and inhaled an unfamiliar scent while tugging the blanket higher over her shoulders.

There was a gentle rapping on the door, and Julie groaned when it opened. “Jules?” Drew said softly.

“ M up,” she grumbled, forcing one eye open.

“I just wanted to let you know I’m back with your stuff. Did you want me to get the oven going?”

“I - ” she yawned, slowly sitting up. “Can do it.”

“Watch your eyes.” After pausing to let her cover them, Drew flipped on the room light. Squinting at the sudden brightness, she caught the fond look he gave her at the sight of her sleeping in one of his shirts and pair of sweats before schooling his expression. “Coffee’s ready whenever you are.”

“Did… did they say anything when you got to the house?”

“Well,” he said, leaning against the doorframe and scratching his chin, fingers rasping against the stubble. “Mrs. Seresin wanted to make sure you were alright. Mrs. Roberts called her to let her know about… uh… you were upset.”

“Well, at least we know who she called in the dairy section,” she sighed, rolling her eyes - Drew had handed her a crisp $20 bill after checking out.

“Yeah. Didn’t see Mr. Seresin or Will, but I met Jake.” Julie gripped the mattress, somewhat dreading what he would report.

“And?”

“He, uh…” Drew scratched the back of his neck. “Wanted me to tell you that he tried to save as many cookies as possible. And that he’s sorry.”

“Any sightings of the wicked witch of the West Coast?” she asked, pushing to her feet. The floor was cold, and she quickly shoved her feet into her sneakers.

“Thankfully, no,” he chuckled, stepping aside as she neared. “I can grab my shampoo and stuff if you want to jump in the shower before starting.

“You trying to politely say I’m lookin’ rough?” Julie teased.

“I’d never say that about a beautiful woman.” Blushing, she dropped her gaze and shook her head.

“Daddy told me about the water pressure here. I’ll wait ‘til I get home.” With a nod, Drew tilted his head toward the kitchen.

“I just tossed your clothes in the dryer, so they’ll be done soon. And I may have stashed some of the leftover bacon for you.”

Stepping into the main room, Julie was greeted with a round of hellos from the firefighters on shift. She quickly made the rounds, hugging some oldtimers who had worked with her daddy and trading smiles with the rest. In a town as small as Magnolia, she regularly saw them at the store or work and - except for a few - had gone to school with them. Drew handed her a coffee mug when she stepped away from a conversation with Travis, whose wife wanted a cake for their fifth wedding anniversary.

“Let’s see the damage,” Julie sighed, glancing at the tray of paired macaron shells. She quickly spotted the damaged ones, even with Jake trying to salvage them. A handful were cracked, and the silver cookies were stained with chocolate. All told it looked like she would maybe have to do four trays - much less than expected. Thankfully, it looked like Shayla had only messed with six cupcakes, which had been extras, so she didn’t need to touch those. Mentally revising her to-do list while sipping coffee, Julie realized that she would have plenty of time to finish all the work, even with testing the new oven.

“What’s the plan, boss?” Drew asked, leaning against the counter and watching her.

“I’ll whip up some macarons to test the oven, make some royal icing for the cookie kit, and decorate the macarons. The ganache should be set by then, and my stuff will be up to room temp for the buttercream. I can fill macarons pretty quickly, and after that, it’s boxing and doing the sugar cookies.”

Which was exactly what she did. It only took three rounds of tests to get the macarons right, by which time she had an audience sitting around the kitchen. Drew, who had been observing from the table while doing some paperwork, put them to work after raiding the EMT truck for gloves. They quickly assembled her packaging and placed her advertisement stickers on the cupcake boxes. After doing a small drizzle of icing on the macaron shells to make it look like the Christmas bulbs had a cap, she stood back and laughed as they doused them with edible spray glitter.

With their permission - which she enthusiastically received - Julie set up her tripod and filmed. And it was the most she laughed in a long time. As much as the guys were messing around, they ensured their assigned tasks were done. Given how much counter space there was, she made the sugar cookie dough while the macarons dried before baking. Once rolled, there was some good-natured shoving to see who would get to cut out the cookies while Julie worked on filling the macarons. Drew volunteered to package them, his arm brushing against hers when he reached for one of the finished cookies.

Somehow - miraculously - everything was done by 3:00PM. The guys were already off shift but stayed back to help her finish up, and the second shift also joined in. When she started to plan on moving everything to her car, they helped her wash and pack her equipment but insisted on her coming back to get the baked goods before the party so she wouldn’t have to repack the car again in a couple of hours.

“I’ll come by,” Drew offered. “Gonna be headed to the party anyways, so I can help you set up. And then maybe you’d like to stick around with me?”

So, just before 4:00PM, Julie trudged back into her apartment, collapsed into bed after setting an alarm, and quickly passed out.

“Get up,” Will said, throwing open the door to Jake’s bedroom. “We’re goin’ out.” Lowering his phone, Jake looked at his older brother and sighed.

“Don’t feel like it.”

“I wasn’t asking, squirt. Get your ass up and get in the truck.” Rolling his eyes, Jake shifted onto his side, turning his back to his brother.

“Later, Will. I’m - ” A hand clamped around his ankle and tugged. Caught off-guard, he scrambled to catch the mattress as Will pulled him onto the floor in a tangle of blankets and limbs. Hands on his hips, his older brother glared down at him.

“Get your fuckin’ shoes on. We’re goin’ to get a beer.”

Which was how the Seresin boys found themselves at Mikey’s on Christmas Eve, staring one another down over a beer while country versions of Christmas classics played on the jukebox. The bar was moderately full of folks catching up, those - like Jake - who had moved away from Magnolia and came back for the holidays, greeting those who had chosen to stay behind. He’d seen more people from high school tonight than since graduation when he and Cece had snuck out to a field party. That night, he’d slipped his class ring on her finger, promising they would get married as soon as he graduated from the Academy, celebrating their commitment in the backseat of his truck. After too much to drink, they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms in his truck bed and woken to multiple missed calls from her daddy. Mr. Ryan had tried to ground Cece, only for her to put her foot down that she was an adult and wouldn’t miss time with Jake the last few weeks he was home.

After catching up with another former classmate, Will took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and pushed his glass away. “Jake.”

“Why do I feel I’m not going to like what you have to say?”A smile tugged at the corner of Will’s mouth before he schooled his expression.

“‘Cause you can be moderately intelligent when you’re not thinkin’ with your dick. But yeah, you’re not gonna like it. We need to talk about Shayla.”

“My fiancée? Jake asked, sipping his beer and raising an eyebrow.

“Not many other Shayla’s around here,” his brother shrugged and sighed. “Ally told me about what happened this morning, and I’m sure Mama told Pops.”

“She has. You saw the way he looked at her at dinner.” It had been a tense affair, with Ally choosing to stay home rather than join while Mama kept her answers clipped when asked anything. Will and Pops had carried on the conversation, and Pops had pointedly told Shayla to put her phone away when she tried to film them eating. Jake had taken it from her and put it in his pocket, only returning it when the meal was over. When Will grabbed a plate of leftovers to take home for his wife, Pops stopped him to ask if Ally would be joining them for breakfast, to which Will said he wasn’t sure. Jake had caught the irritated look that Mama had thrown at Shayla.

Will nodded, crossing his arms over the table. “Yeah. She’s not making it easy, especially doing that to Julie.” Jake took a sip of his beer to avoid giving his brother more reason to hate her. If he found out that Shayla had done it intentionally to hurt Cece for his mistake, there would be no coming back from that.

“She’s… not comfortable here. She’s not like this when we’re home.” Raising an eyebrow, Will gave his brother an unimpressed look. “She’s not. Shay is...complicated.”

“So uncomplicate it for me. Why are you with her? Other” - he cut Jake off when he opened his mouth - “than because she’s pregnant.”

“I love her.” The words sounded hollow even to his own ears. “She’s…she’s…”

Sitting up, Will counted on his fingers. “Ally’s the love of my life. She’s funny, smart as hell, feisty as shit, protective of the people she loves, and is one of the most caring people I’ve met.” Holding up his hand, he sighed. “Five things about the woman I love in less than 30 seconds. It’s not a trick question.

“Shayla’s funny in her own way,” Jake said, holding up his thumb. “She can be caring. Um…She’s good at what she does, and her fans love her.”

“And time,” Will said, glancing at his watch. “Just for comparison's sake, if I’d asked you that question about Julie back when you were together, would you have been able to answer it?”

Jake gave his brother a flat stare. “It’s easy to say good things about someone you’ve loved since seventh grade.”

“Should be even easier to say it about the woman you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with.”

“What do you want me to say, Will?” Jake demanded. “That I don’t want to be with my fiancée? That I wish I hadn’t been stupid and slept with her one more time before breaking up? Because I’m not going to say that. Not about the woman who is having my baby.”

“Ja - ”

“I’m going to marry her. We’re going to be a family, and we’re just going to have to…figure out how to…”

“Be happy?”

“I am happy,” he snapped.

“Then maybe tell that to your face.” It had been years since his last bar fight, but it took everything in Jake not to deck his big brother. Scowling down at his beer, he forced himself to take a deep breath. And then another. Sighing, Will shook his head. “I’m not tryin’ to piss you off. But you don’t have to marry her just ‘cause she’s pregnant.”

“If Ally’d gotten pregnant when you were dating, you would have married her.”

“You’re right. I would have married her because I love Ally, and we already talked about it. But if you think that stubborn woman woulda let me marry her out of some sense of obligation, you don’t know my wife.”

“It’s not…” Jake ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends. “I have an obligation. And I’m not willing to risk not being part of my kid’s life just because…”

“You don’t love their mother?”

“I’m having trouble trusting her,” he finished, glaring at the other man. “If I don’t marry her, I might not have access to them.”

“You can set up a custody arrangement if you need to,” Will suggested.

“But I’d still miss a lot. And what happens if I get orders? No court is going to make her move so I can be close to them. I only get to see my kid grow up if I marry Shayla.”

The doors opened, letting in a cold blast of air, and Jake sat up as Cece stumbled in laughing, snow dusting her hair and shoulders. She turned, looking up at the man he recognized from earlier at the house, who grinned back at her and nodded toward the bar. Taking his hand, she led them through the crowd, taking up a vacated spot.

Will followed his gaze as Jake watched him help Cece take her coat off, folding it over his arm. She wore a tight green dress that clung to her curves and a pair of black tights, snow coating her black boots. Jake's grip tightened on his glass when the guy reached up to brush the snow from her hair. And then his view was obscured as Will shifted to block them. “If you’re set on marrying Shayla, maybe you shouldn’t look at your ex like that,” he said gently. Jake forced his gaze down onto his beer.

“How long’s that been going on?”

“Ally said that Drew’s asked her out a couple times. He’s a good guy - worked with her Pops and was there for her when he…But I think this is the first time they’ve gone out.” Jake’s eyes shot up when he heard her laugh, watching Cece tap her beer glass against his. Plucking a pretzel rod from the dish before him, he crushed it to dust over a napkin, tracking the two as they retreated to a table. Drew pulled out her chair and pushed it in before draping her jacket over the back.

“He deserve her?” Will lifted his beer, pausing for a moment before taking a sip.

“Jake, you gotta let her go. It’s not fair to you or her or Shayla.”

“Easier said than done,” Jake muttered. His brother glanced over at the two of them and sighed.

“I don’t see it going anywhere. Julie talked to Mama and Pops about looking after the house when she leaves if she doesn’t sell it, and I don’t see her staying for someone.” Jake let out a sad huff, downing half of his beer.

“Yeah, she tends to not do that.”

“Don’t start that shit,” Will said, his tone sharp. The brothers traded a look before the younger shrugged.

“She’s the one that left.”

“After she waited for your dumb ass for years, and you lied to her.”

“What? I didn’t - ”

“Let her know you were deploying?” Jake froze, eyes darting from Will to Cece and back again.

“What?” Wills’ eyebrow rose.

“Julie found out you were leaving after she moved up to Virginia. You didn’t know?” Dread pooled in Jake’s stomach as he looked back at the woman he’d loved for most of his life. He’d tried to figure out what had been the breaking point for them for so long, but he’d never…

It had been the hardest secret for him to keep when they’d planned for her to move. Once he’d gotten his orders, Jake called Cece and told her they were Virginia-bound. It wasn’t until he was in processing into the unit that he found out they were scheduled to head to the Middle East six months later for seven months. By then, she’d already given her notice at work and packed up her apartment. He had gotten approval to fly to Austin and drive the 23 hours back to Virginia Beach with her.

There had been so many times during that drive that he could have told her, but he didn’t. He let himself enjoy getting so much uninterrupted time together, laughing and getting to know her again. And, once they got to their new home, he wanted to let her settle in. There was plenty of time to let her know.

But then his hours got longer as they prepared to deploy. It was his first time going into combat, and - even with all the training he’d gotten in flight school and TOPGUN - he was worried. And he couldn’t talk about it because Cece didn’t know he was leaving. So he went out with the guys to the bar and spoke to some older pilots, trying to get advice from them about flying in a warzone. At home, he tried to avoid talking about the wedding. Cece wanted to plan it so badly, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he wouldn’t be there to do everything a groom was supposed to do.

Four months. Jake had to let her know, but as the days ticked by, he found it harder and harder to say anything. The minute he told her, he knew she would be crushed. So he waited for the right time, but there never seemed to be one. And he watched as little by little she shut down as she struggled to find a job and a group of friends. But things only worsened after they went on a beach day with some of the other junior officers. He’d hoped that she could make friends with the other spouses and they could help her find her footing. Then she’d asked him that fucking question.

“If I said I wanted to get married today, what would you say?”

He’d known that he couldn’t marry her without telling her. That it wouldn’t be fair to her. But he didn’t want to lose her.

And in the end, that’s exactly what happened.

Jake watched Cece follow Drew onto the small dance floor, laughing as he spun her before pulling her in close. Her hand rested on his shoulder as they swayed to Please Come Home for Christmas, his hand spanning her lower back. They were too far away for him to hear what they were saying, but he could see she was giving him that sleepy, happy smile she’d gifted him so many times.

And then Drew looked up and said something, and Cece did as well. Jake followed their gaze and saw they were dancing under a sprig of mistletoe. Cece’s smile turned shy, and he could see her blushing. He said something, and Jake watched her nod.

Drew spun Cece again before pulling her back in, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. She dropped his hand, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him again, his hands wrapping around her hips and tugging her closer.

Jake stood up, hitting the table and making Will’s beer slosh over the rim. Ignoring his brother’s curse, he yanked his jacket from the back of his chair and stormed toward the door. Snow pelted his face as he stomped down the street to the truck, forcing away the memory of his first kiss under the mistletoe at the Winter Formal with the woman he’d once thought he’d spend the rest of his life with.

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Author's Note: A huge thank you to @mamachasesmayhem for letting me run so much of this chapter past her while writing, and helping flesh out some of the story points. You're the best!

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