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daisyvisions · 4 months

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Between the Lines - (c.ch)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: roommate!Chanhee x afab!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: In which Chanhee finds a book on your bed as he goes inside your bedroom. And what he finds inside the book sparks something deep within his soul that he HAS to confront you about it.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 2.1K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), enemies to lovers (implied), mean!Chanhee (but secretly sweet), fingering, edging, hair pulling, marking, rough sex, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), calls reader princess a lot (but says slut once), brief aftercare, some manhandling if you squint. Mentions of making out and being watched. A very whiney Younghoon makes an appearance. Proofread twice. Let me know if I missed anything! Bolded lines were smut prompts used from this list.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: My late birthday gift to my lovely moot @ilovechanhee and a treat for all the Chanhee stans! Been so stuck in a rut but thank god I found the inspiration and motivation to write this out. Something different but was totally fun to write! (wow look at that, a fic that doesn’t involve creampies hahah)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network & Tag: @deoboyznet

You never should've said yes. Especially when Younghoon was on his knees begging for his life like he’d never done before.

“Please let him stay…” Younghoon looks up at you as he hugs your legs.

“And what makes you think I want him here?!” You try to push him away.

“Just give him a few months and he’ll be out of here in no time.”

“The answer is no-” You try to wiggle your way out of Younghoon’s embrace but his arms wrap around your legs tighter, nearly making you trip over him.

“He has nowhere else to go. Please he’s my friend!”

“And I’m also your friend! And I said no!”

“He’ll stay in my room the entire time and I'll tell him to be out of your way I swear! Please let him stay with us…” He pleads like his life depended on it.

You’ve never heard Younghoon sound like this, not even when he’s drunk out of his mind (which you’ve witnessed quite often). But when he’s looking up at you with those cute baby boy eyes, how could you say no?

And that’s how you ended up becoming roommates with the person you hate the most in this world… Choi Chanhee.

Contrary to what everyone believes, there was a time where you did like actually Chanhee. A time wherein you wanted become his friend. But it seemed like every time you tried to interact with Chanhee, he wanted nothing to do with you.

Always giving you the cold shoulder, rolling his eyes, making snarky remarks, and etc. That’s how the whole rift between you two started.

Every hangout you guys would have, you two would never stop bickering. It was annoying to everyone at first but eventually it became background noise. Just letting you two argue it out until you both started getting tired.

Arguments between you and Chanhee would get incredibly heated especially when he was invited to come over to the apartment that you shared with Younghoon.

He would just come barging in your room unannounced just to annoy the living shit out of you. Commenting about your boring life since you’re cooped up in your room all day or whatever pajamas you decided to wear that night were worn “just for him”.

Even when you’d walk into the kitchen to get some water you could feel his stare burning right through you as he slowly ate whatever snack he had in his hand. The way his smirk would make you feel something weird bubbling in your stomach. But you would push down that feeling deep within and continue to ignore him as he kept on staring.

“C’mon princess, don’t act like you hate having me here…” Chanhee would tease. And on cue, you’d roll your eyes at him and talk back before walking back to your room.

It was already bad enough that this was the usual routine you two had with one another while he was a guest in your home. But to have him as roommate for nine months? It was going to drive you to the point of insanity.

You should’ve never fell for Younghoon’s pleading eyes. Because now everything Chanhee did to annoy you was a hundred times worse than you could ever imagine.

Hogging the shower when he knew you’d be late for work. Waking you up way too early when he’d blast his music as he was cooking. Seeing him make out with some stranger on the couch as you got home, keeping his gaze on you as his neck was being kissed.

The list goes on.

You started hating him more and more as each day passed, wishing he would just leave you alone. However, a part of you secretly liked the way he would give you some sort of attention. Even if it was the kind of attention that made your head ache, it was still better than nothing right?

But you would rather drown in a lake than admit that to anyone… especially to him.

“Y/n! Your turn to use the washing machine! Hurry up already!” Chanhee calls for you from the living room. He lets out a big sigh before making his way into your room, wondering what the hell was taking you so long to respond to him.

As soon as he swings your door open, he doesn’t find you in your usual spot on the bed. He does notice however, the book you’ve been reading during the past few days lying open. He walks towards the book, grabbing it to see what had been so special about it.

You do nothing but stick your nose into the pages, so hyper focused on the story that you don’t even pay attention to him like you usually do (which would make him huff out of frustration.)

“Fucking nerd.” Chanhee mumbles to himself as he inspects the book cover before reading into the page you had stopped on.

As he carefully reads each sentence, his eyes grow wider and a smirk starts to form on his lips. His smile slowly becoming similar to that of the Grinch during Christmas.

“Oh she is so dead.”

You turn the shower knob off before stepping out, grabbing your towel to wipe off a few extra drops of water on your body and squeezing the water out of your hair before you wrap the towel around your body.

As you make your way back to your room, you yelp in surprise. Clutching onto your towel from unfastening as you see Chanhee sitting at the edge of your bed reading the book that you left behind.

Oh god… the book.

“I gotta say princess… you keep on finding ways to surprise me.” Chanhee smiles while his eyes stay glued on the page he’s reading.

You walk quickly towards the edge of your bed, one hand still clutching onto your towel as your free hand attempts to reach out for the book in Chanhee’s hands.

“Give that back!” You exclaim.

But Chanhee’s movements are much faster than yours. He holds the book far away from your reach, holding your waist with one hand while you inserted yourself between his legs and attempted to grab the book.

“Not so fast now, I was getting to the part where the knight takes the princess against the wall of a hallway.”

‘We can’t. Someone might see us.’ the princess gasps.

‘And what if I want them to see us?’ The knight inserts his thigh between her legs, pinning her wrists above her head as he leaves tender kisses on her neck.

‘Let them see how good I make you feel’ He whispers into her mouth.

Your cheeks turn bright red as Chanhee reads the excerpt from your book out loud.

“Chanhee, please!” You tip-toe to try and reach for the book.

“Fuck- Can’t believe this is the kind of stuff you read. Who would’ve known you’d be such a dirty little thing?” He looks up and smiles at you.

“Chanhee I swear to god if you don’t give me my book back and get out of this room I’ll-ah!”

You squeal as Chanhee pulls your wrist towards him, accidentally landing on his lap before he quickly flips you under his figure. He grips your wrists and pins them onto the mattress, the book way beyond your reach now.

“And you’ll do what? Hm? Gonna make me fuck you like the characters in your porno book?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Huh? No! That’s not what I-”

“Because that’s exactly what I want to do to you…” He looks at you dead in the eye. His eyes blown out and full of lust.

“What?” Your eyes widen. Did he really just say that to you?

“Not gonna lie princess, I’ve thought about this moment for so long.” Chanhee lowers his head, lightly brushing his lips against your cheek before whispering in your ear,

“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”

You feel your spine shiver with how his voice deepens one octave lower. Feeling your core slowly dampen as you clench your thighs together. And Chanhee notices your movements too.

He slightly pulls his head away, the tip of his nose lightly kissing yours. His breath fanning against your lips in the process.

“How about we make those scenes in your book come to life?”

“C’mon now, beg for it princess.” Chanhee taunts. He had been pumping his long fingers inside you for what felt like hours. His lips leaving marks all over your breasts as you sweetly moan for him.

Every time you’d get closer to the edge, he would immediately pulls his fingers out of your wet hole. Tears would form at the corners of your eyes every time he would deprive you of your sweet release.

“I-ah! I have been begging! Please Chanhee-” You whine out.

You feel your orgasm fast approaching as your walls tighten around his fingers once more.

“You want to cum?”

“Y-yes, I— please—”

“Hm, but do you really deserve to?”

“Please, I’ve been good. Really good! Please- wanna cum so bad!” You desperately beg.

“Yeah? Want your greedy cunt cumming all over my fingers?” Chanhee asks as he vigorously pumps his digits inside you. You nod your head rapidly in response, feeling your orgasm just teetering at the edge.

But before you’re about to let go, he pulls his fingers out of you.

“No! Wait-” You cry out.

“Shh…” Chanhee presses his wet finger against your lips. “Want you to cum around my cock instead.”

Before you can even respond he flips you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart as he inserts himself between. He hastily pulls out his aching member from his boxers and aligns himself against your wet pussy before pushing his entire length inside you.

“Holy shit- you’re way tighter than I thought you’d be-” Chanhee groans as he pulls your hair and begins to rapidly pound himself into you.

You want to tell him to fuck you harder, but all the words die in your throat as you start to babble out incoherent sounds instead. You mind becoming foggy from all the edging earlier and the way his cock drags inside your velvety walls.

Chanhee pushes your face into the mattress, pressing his entire weight on top of you to lock you in place.

“Keep it down. You wouldn’t want our dear roommate finding out about what I’m doing to you right? Or are you such a slut you’d let him watch me fuck you til you can’t walk?”

You let out a whined moan, shaking your head instead of giving him a proper answer.

“Good. Now cum for me princess!”

And like clockwork you do. Gushing all over his member as you moan into your mattress, muffling the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth as much as possible. Chanhee follows after you, quickly pulling out and shooting his load all over your back as he deeply grunts.

You feel like you're floating on a cloud as the pleasure slowly subsides. Trying to catch your breath as you try to calm your senses from feeling too overwhelmed by everything that had happened tonight.

But you’re suddenly pulled out of your trance as soon as you feel sensitive from your core being wiped with a warm towel. Chanhee continues to wipe away his spend on your back and slowly flip you onto your back and wrap your towel around your body again.

“You okay?” Chanhee checks on you as he brushes the loose hair from your face.

“Yeah, I think so. T-thank you by the way…” You awkwardly reply.

Chanhee chuckles, amused by how cute you’ve become again even after he fucked your brains out just moments ago. You watch him as he adjust his clothes, your eyebrows knitting in confusion as you see him making his way to the door.

“W-where are you going?” You innocently ask.

Chanhee turns around and smiles at the way you pout. He walks back to you and leans down to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

“Gotta continue with the chores princess. Some of us actually do our chores remember?” He smiles, playfully teasing you.

He walks back to the door, before he completely heads out of your room his head pops back in,

“And by the way, if you ever need to reenact more scenes… I’m just a few feet away.”

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satorubrain · 11 months

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Hiiiii hope you are doing good(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

This is my first time requesting, so i am sorry if I made a mistake jshdjdj

I wanted to request gojo's reaction(?) to a s/o that bites him out of nowhere 😭. Like nothing serious, its just a silly thing they do where they will randomly grab his hand and just *big chomp*

Thank you, have a nice day<333

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. SILLY. Crack. Both are teacher sorcerers working at tokyo jujutsu high

Synopsis: As your relationship progresses and the more you open yourself to him, the more he is able to discover your silly little habits. He can't help but fall in love with you more.

A/N: BITING IS THE GREATEST LOVE LANGUAGE. ITS PEAK ROMANCE!!!!!!! I hope you don't mind me adding a few more elements to the story! Also anon don't worry you made no mistakes while requesting 💕💕

It had been two months since you started dating and Satoru couldn't help but fall for you harder and deeper. How can he not, especially when you were so cute. Whenever he thought he couldn't find something new about you, especially after knowing you for years, you somehow managed to surprise him with your quirks.

You had been staring at him, or rather his cheeks for a solid minute now, thinking intensely about something with your eyebrows furrowed. It was getting harder to resist. You've controlled yourself for years and now that he's your boyfriend, your brain forgot about it.

"Babe, you've been drilling a hole in my face, did something happen?" Satoru inquires.

"Your cheeks are so bitable Satoru." You answer. Before Satoru could respond he felt a soft chomp on his cheeks. It won't leave a mark but it was cute. He's sure his heart is going to jump out of his throat, you're way too adorable.

"soff" you mumble nomming on his cheek a bit before releasing it quickly after a few seconds and wiping it down giggling "well that was pretty satisf-"

He couldn't help but pull you into a deep kiss there and then, pulling you onto his lap, uncaring of anyone who might walk into the empty classroom. He soon breaks the kiss, cupping your cheeks.

"god y/n, you're driving me insane here" he whispers breathlessly, his mind numb and cheeks flushed red by your actions.

As time passes and your relationship finally gets public, your pda also increases.

He loves how you would greet him by running up to him, standing on your tippy toes, raising your arms to cup his cheeks and squishing them before pulling him down to give him a quick peck on his nose "G'morning cutie!!" you'd squeel and run away before he could react in return.

His heart flutters when he sees you open the door to the empty classroom he's sitting in, tapping every inch of his face for no reason before giving a peck on his nose, causing both of you to giggle.

He's calm and peaceful, his heart full of love when you hold him in your embrace, gently swaying you both, softly humming to a tone on the cold and dark nights when Satoru finds it hard to even breathe. But your warmth blows air into his lungs and your sweet sound calms down his senses. At this moment, for him, only the two of you exist.

"What are you doing, my sweet kirby?" Satoru asks with a stupid grin on his face as he lovingly looks at you who is making circles with your index fingers in front of him

"hmmm.... hypnotizing you" you chuckle, your eyes crinkling as you think of a reason for your actions "perhaps to make my fiancé fall for me even harder?"

"is that so? Well then I think it's working very well" he giggles as he pulls you closer to him by your hands, making them wrap around his neck as his cling around your waist.

The lovestruck man named Gojo Satoru didn't lie, since he did fell deeper in the bottomless abyss of your love every passing second.

ANONNNNN I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ILY FOR REQUESTING THIS <3

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callsign-rogueone · 10 days

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older - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x younger!reader some thoughts about Bren + a sweet innocent younger partner!! [kinda requested] words: 1.9k 🏷: NSFW, descriptions of sex. no spoilers. afab “girl” reader who is younger than Bren. canonically, he’s 29-ish, and I’m implying the reader to be in her early 20s, and a scribe or healer, someone who isn’t combat-trained but is still part of the revolution. discussion of ethical concerns of a relationship like this, dom/sub dynamics in both sexual and non-sexual contexts, and traditional gender roles. I swear I’m a feminist woman in stem with career goals but it would be so nice to be his cute lil housewife 🥺 the daddy issues definitely came out here... oh well. that’s what the pseudo-anonymity of the internet is for, right?

Brennan can’t help but be drawn to you and your bright-eyed innocence, the genuine smile you give him every time you pass him by… the way you wear your uniform, playing things fast and loose + ditching the traditional robes for something more form-fitting and comfortable, especially during Tyrrendor’s hot summers…

he struggles to stay composed every time you call him sir or Lieutenant Colonel — which is every time you speak to him, because you’re so sweet and respectful and eager to help him with whatever he needs, and it drives him absolutely insane because you don’t even seem to realize how captivated you have him. you’ve wrapped him around your manicured little finger without even trying.

he resigns himself to suffering in silence because he knows this is wrong, that he’s your superior officer, that you’re closer to Violet’s age than to his, and there’s a clear maturity gap there — yes, you’re an adult, an officer in your own right, but a freshly graduated lieutenant who’s never seen combat and hopefully never will, and you clearly don’t have much relationship experience, either.

he’s a good guy; he doesn’t want to take advantage of you in any way, especially because you’re so sweet and innocent… but he can’t live like this forever. it’s only a matter of time before he snaps, and snap he does. you do something incredibly stupid and dangerous — putting yourself at unnecessary risk, associating with someone who is only going to hurt you… whatever it is, as soon as he sees it, he’s forcibly removing you from the situation and ordering you into his office to give you a talking to, because he doesn’t want that happening again.

he’s stern with you, disciplining you how a Lieutenant Colonel should when something like this happens, but he’s especially upset because it’s you, because you put yourself in harm’s way. do you have any idea how dangerous that was? what could have happened to you, had he not intervened?

he doesn’t realize how harsh he’s being until he sees that you’re crying. his heart breaks when you sniffle and nod and apologize with a quiet yes sir, those pretty eyes full of tears. he stops his lecturing to pull you into a warm embrace and apologizes for raising his voice at you, strokes your hair gently and promises that he’s only so stern because he cares about you, that this is for your own good, that he couldn’t bear to lose you or see you hurt.

you aren’t that close — this is the quite possibly the longest conversation you’ve ever had, because he can’t be around you for more than five minutes without needing to go splash some cold water on his face and give himself another lecture in the bathroom mirror about how wrong this is — but you already trust him so deeply, and believe his every word, you feel so warm and safe with him… you’d do whatever he asked.

it’s this kind of naïveté that landed you in that dangerous situation in the first place, but he’s not going to lecture you about it further, not when you’re this fragile, still hiding your face in his shoulder and sniffling quietly. he settles into his desk chair, sitting you in his lap and holding you for a while, murmuring soft assurances that you’re safe with him, and promises that he’ll take care of you. he’s so tender with you. dries your tears and mends any injuries you’d gotten, kisses your forehead…

it’s clear that you need someone in your life to guide you and protect you from all the bad things in the world, to guard that sweet innocence. he’s happy to provide that for you, and you’re happy to be taken care of. but he’s still a little worried about taking advantage of you, because you’re not very experienced in the relationship department, and because you’ll have to keep this quiet for the sake of his reputation and yours. he doesn’t want anyone thinking he’s a sleaze or that you’re sleeping your way to a promotion etc. but of course, those thoughts had never even crossed your mind — why would they?

it starts slowly, just him dropping by the infirmary/archives more often than usual to check on you, taking your lunch breaks together, spending some time with him outside of your responsibilities with the revolution, maybe some secret hand-holding and more cheek/forehead kisses, you hanging out in his office and reading quietly while he does his paperwork, because you just want to be close to him…

you meet Marbh, which is a little scary, because you’ve never been that close to a dragon before, but Brennan holds your hand and reassures you that he’s nice, and you believe him, because Brennan is so gentle and kind with you that his dragon must be nice too. (he definitely asks Marbh to keep an eye on you when he can’t, and even though Marbh is the aloof, distant type, he agrees and takes the task seriously, because he knows how deeply his rider cares for you.)

slowly, and then all at once. you’re just too hard to resist — he’s wanted you for months, and he finally has you exactly where he wants you; curled up in his lap like a cute little kitten, all sweet and cuddly. gentle kisses quickly turn into something more heated because it feels so good, so much better than you’ve ever felt before. you’re so needy, more than you ever have been in your life, whimpering into his mouth and grinding your hips down onto his thigh subconsciously, desperate for more but too shy to ask for it properly.

he pulls away and tilts your chin up with a gentle hand, makes you look at him, makes you use your words, because he needs verbal consent from you before this can go any farther. you manage to tell him what you want in a shy whisper, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, and he smiles at you, gives you one more soft kiss and then he’s leading you out of the office and up the stairs to your room because he’s not going to do this in his office — you deserve to be taken care of properly, in a nice, soft bed.

he shows you how a real man should treat you, pleasing you better than any idiot college boy your age ever could — gentle but thorough, no part of you left untouched or unkissed. he doesn’t even fuck you, just giving you his tongue and fingers, but it’s so good. the best sex you’ve ever had, without a doubt. he nearly busts right then and there when you tell him that, that you didn’t know it could feel this good, that nobody’s ever made you cum that hard, nobody’s ever gone down on you before…

he spent another half hour eating you out after you told him that. he loves feeling your legs shake while he sucks on your clit, using a strong arm to hold your hips down against the mattress while you whimper and squirm. you taste so sweet and sound so pretty when you cum on his tongue… he just can’t get enough.

of course, after he’s done, he’s scooping you into his lap for more cuddles and sweet kisses and reassuring words, telling you how good you were for him… you could have fallen asleep in his arms just like that, but he’s coaxing you up and out of bed to brush your teeth and put on real pajamas and get ready for bed before he tucks you in and kisses you goodnight, promising he’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.

he’s unbearably horny at this point, and definitely has to sort things out himself in the shower before he falls asleep. baby steps, he tells himself. baby steps.

there’s no question that you’re both deeply attached to one another, and you make things official, even though it has to be kept secret for both of your reputations’ sake. you don’t call yourselves girlfriend and boyfriend, because he’s getting a little old for that, but also because this relationship is a little different than most — you’re just his and he’s yours, no need for labels.

you call him Bren in that cute, breathless voice as he eases into you for the first time, holding his hand tightly, and his heart just melts. that’s the ultimate reassurance for him, that in your head, behind closed doors, he’s no longer your superior officer, he’s just your Brennan. he’s so tender and gentle with you, nice and deep and slow — truly making love rather than fucking, because he wants you to feel safe and warm and fuzzy, wants you to know that you can trust him.

and you do trust him, one hundred percent. you let him set some rules for you, mostly about you taking care of yourself and staying out of harm’s way, not straying too far from the fortress without him and/or Marbh… etc. you’re happy to follow them, because you know it’s for your own good, that Bren cares for you deeply, and you just adore the praise and soft kisses he gives you for being such a good girl…

you slowly move in together after a while, because his room is nicer, and you love being able to fall asleep next to him, all safe and warm in his arms, and it’s so nice for him to have a soft, pretty little thing to come home to after a long day of preparing for war, someone to melt all his worries away with sweet kisses and to take care of him — no one has done that before, doted on him and prioritized his comfort and treated him so kindly, made sure he’s not overworking himself, worked all of the tension out of his shoulders and helped him take his stress out, if you know what I mean 🤭

he is so genuinely caring and nurturing and makes you feel safe. he loves you so, so much. however, comma, he won’t hesitate to teach you the lessons you need to learn, the hard way, if he has to — edging you until you cry and promise to not break his rules again, until he’s convinced you mean it. he’ll always take amazing care of you after, giving you what you need, wether that’s soft, slow, loving sex, a rough and thorough fucking, or something in between.

your relationship becomes a very poorly-kept secret around the fortress, but nobody really cares, or if they do, they don’t dare say anything about it, not when Brennan is literally one of the three most powerful people in the entire revolution. he does not give a single fuck what anyone thinks about your relationship -- you love and support each other, and that’s what matters most. however, if anyone is stupid enough to make any negative remarks about it to you, and if he hears about it, they’ll find themselves getting assigned overnight watch or the worst tasks that absolutely nobody wants to do, for a full week with no explanation.

that’s all I’ve got for now, but you know I am always down to discuss my main man, so please don’t hesitate to share with the class if you have any more thoughts about this or literally anything for any of our beloved riders 💗 muah.

#brennan sorrengail #brennan sorrengail x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #mine #18+#smut

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aziraphales-library · 26 days

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Hello!!! Thank you guys for everything you do, especially with having to navigate the insanity that is ao3 for all of us.

I was wondering if you had any fics of Crowley and Aziraphale being overly cuddly/touchy? Like just kisses cuddles the most tooth rotting sweet stuff ya got?

Thank you <3!!!

Hi. We have plentiful #cuddling & snuggling and #kissing tags, so check those. Here are some more fics to add...

Wrap Me Up in Your Arms by flowing_river (G)

Crowley and Aziraphale discover the joys of cuddling after 6000 years of being forced to keep their distance.

Save water, shower together by moonyliaa (G)

Did you know? Taking a long, warm Bath or shower can help fight feelings of loneliness? (Bonus points if you are not alone in the shower in the first place...) Crowley feels cold. He always is. But today he's particularly cold. (I wonder if the cold is a metaphor for something?) Aziraphale wants to warm Crowley up. A hot shower seems to be the most plausible solution. A Story about gentle hands and many many feelings

Move a little closer by Angelica_Tree (G)

Aziraphale is delighted, and surprised, to discover just how much Crowley enjoys embraces. But it’s also very apparent that the demon is waiting for something to, once more, go wrong between them. As Christmas approaches, Aziraphale finally find a way to assure Crowley that he has nothing to worry about. This fic is set after season 1 and is not season 2 compliant.

Our Precious and Peaceful Existence by Chillax_92 (T)

Aziraphale falls asleep with his head in Crowley's lap. Crowley marvels at his angel, and a thought pops into his head as he's examining Aziraphale's hands..

What You Two Need by kaliawai512 (T)

Aziraphale is sitting next to Crowley on the sofa, and now Crowley kind of wants to lean into his side. Aziraphale would love him to do exactly that. This would be a lot simpler if they could just figure out how to ask for what they want. (Or: an angel and a demon come up with separate, convoluted plans to reach the exact same goal.) (Or: Crowley introduces Aziraphale to modern cinema and accidentally changes the trajectory of their entire lives.)

Hang a Shining Star (Upon the Highest Bough) by kaliawai512 (T)

When the apocalypse is averted (for the second time), there comes the After. The Earth keeps on turning. Animals go about their lives. Local humans bustle about in a holiday season they almost didn't get. And an angel and a demon, together once again, figure out what After is going to look like for them. This time, with a new bonus angel to join in. (Or: Crowley, Aziraphale, and Muriel celebrate their first Christmas without Heaven or Hell hanging over them, and the Ineffables take some long-awaited steps forward together.)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #cuddling & snuggling #mod d

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he-calls-me-kitten · 1 year

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Random brainrot: my guilty pleasure is the concept of Solomon with vampire!mc :(. He gives me the vibes of someone who gets off on toying with danger and likes a little pain in the right circumstances so I can't help but imagine him getting so turned on when mc bites his neck. Especially when mc is normally cold, apathetic but for some reason, Solomon just seems to press their buttons with seemingly no effort. It's frustrates them, annoys them beyond measure how they've spent decades with the perfect self control but this little sorcerer fuck just waltz in their life and makes them want to pounce on him. I could be bias bc I like vampires and I also like the idea of Solomon having someone he wouldn't have to worry about losing to mortality.

"Say, you're looking a little extra pale over there MC, when was the last time you fed yourself properly?" He grins, walking next to you in the corridor.

Almost 2 months now. But you wouldn't tell him that. You were disgruntled he even remembered.

"I'm fine, thank you, Solomon."

"Come on now, non-human blood supplements hardly work as good as the real thing." Solomon clicked his tongue. "You know I'm always a willing volunteer-"

You stopped in your heels and faced him. "Listen, last time was a one time thing, you just caught me at a bad time, okay? It's never going to happen again."

"What a pity. I've been filling myself up with pomogrenate juice to replenish more of blood for you." He dares to stroke your cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Like I said. No thank you." You swiftly rushed off to potions class. The tantalizing smell of his skin and the rich, magical blood underneath it was driving you crazy.

It didn't help that he was paired up with you during the class anyway. You groaned as he stifled a laugh at your annoyance, while cutting poison apples and dark berries.

"All that effort to walk away from me only to end up with me." He chuckled, playfully waving the little knife he was using for the fruit.

"3000 years old and still don't know not to play with knives so carelessly-" You retorted and paused. You smelt it again. Overwhelming and inviting.

"Oh trust me I was extra careful with it." He smirked, turning sideways, a little cut on his neck bleeding into his collar, driving you insane.

You clenched your fists and looked the other way. Solomon leaned in closer. "You don't need to try so hard to hold back."

Fucking hell. He always made it so hard to resist him.

Now you were back in the bathroom stall again. Him undoing his collar for you, sitting on the comode, leaning back, inviting you with open arms.

"Come on, MC. Let go of that stubborn pride, won't you?"

He pulled your hand, sending you stumbling onto him. His lucious neck inches away. You felt his hand grab the back of your head and push, your lips were on his skin.

"Don't blame for your dizziness later." You warned before sinking your teeth into him, lapping up the stream of blood from the previous wound.

He let out an erotic groan, his hands grabbing your waist, hips bucking into yours. This was the only time he could embrace you like this and he was going to take full advantage of it.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me solomon #obey me solomon brainrot #did i do your thoughts justice?#inspired from vampire knight a bit :p

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illicitlimerence-writes · 1 year

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a love story | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 3.4k words request: nopewarnings: fluuuuuuff and maybe some angst? kinda? this was inspired by a dream i had last night 🫣 a/n: me? actually posting something? no way!

my masterlist

(i'm so proud of my boy but honestly wtf did they put in the water during roc they were all INSANE)

the gray clouds looked threatening, they covered the sky completely, leaving the sun nowhere to be found. it was a cold morning, with the crisp air causing the curtains of her bedroom to dance, even if her window was open just a tad bit. she usually loved days like this, being bundled up in a cable knit sweater, watching the raindrops hitting the windows as soft music played in the background, a cup of warm tea in her hands and a good book on her lap.

but those days were usually accompanied by a warm embrace around her shoulders, a hard chest allowing her to rest her back against it, soft lips grazing her neck, her cheeks and lips.

today was not one of those days, for he was not with her, but hours and miles away. after years of being with him, she still couldn’t get used to the idea of him being gone. but she couldn’t be selfish, she had to support him and his dreams as much as he did for hers.

just two more days.

she started her morning as usual. shower, get dressed, light makeup, brush her hair, make breakfast and grab the lunch she made the previous night before leaving her apartment and going to work.

the small book shop downtown sat peacefully, waiting with its pastel yellow walls for customers to arrive. she ate her breakfast as she sat on the bus on her way there, a simple bagel with cream cheese and jam bought from the farmer’s market. she finished just in time for her to skip down the bus steps and onto the streetwalk.

she did her usual routine to open the book shop, like picking a quote from a book to write on the chalkboard wall by the kids’ section, checking that everything was in its right place, collecting the flowers from the shop next door, to brighten up the place. she was so lucky she found that spot for her book shop, with a café on one side, a flower shop on the other, it was quite possibly the perfect combination. every so often she’d receive customers with a coffee cup in their hands, looking for a book to enjoy while relaxing from the day. or people looking for a book as a gift, having already bought a bouquet of flowers.

once the clock turned its hands to tell her it was 9:00 am, she turned the lock on the door and flipped the sign that hung from it, now reading ‘open’.

it was a quiet morning, the rain started around an hour after opening and just picked up from there, with the winds picking up strength as well. she couldn’t spot a soul out there, the town she called home was a ghost town, everyone much preferred staying home than going out.

she wished she’d done so as well, that rest of the day was probably going to be just as slow as the morning.

but a few hours after midday, a young couple entered the book shop. they apologized profusely as they dried their shoes on the carpet she’d placed especially for that.

she smiled at them, waving their worries away as she informed them they could hang their jackets on the coat rack to dry and avoid making a mess. they thanked her, and she noticed how he was the first to reach for his girlfriend’s hand after having to separate to take off their jackets. she watched them walk further into the shop, and she grabbed her phone, opening the music app and changing the preloaded queue, adding a few soft, romantic tunes that fit well with the ambiance of the day, the bookshop, and the couple. songs that reminded her of him.

book shops had always been a special place for her, she could get lost for hours on end, reading the back cover of paperback books, running her fingers along the hardcover spines, sighing over beautiful covers and sprayed edges. but especially, she loved book shops because that’s where she met him.

she was in college, longing for ways to escape the real world. books provided just that, a chance to get lost in fictional places, with words that described endless possibilities and worlds where everything was possible.

the local bookstore was her most frequented place, the owners and workers knew her and trusted her, they knew that the books she took were safe and that she’d take care of them as if they were the most delicate rose petals.

she sat on a velvet sofa, her favorite. it fit two people, but she always claimed it as hers, and no one ever bothered her. not even on that day, when all the other available seats were taken. she was reading a poetry book. she had a lot on her mind and needed something that was quick to read and kept her mind occupied. she had her legs crossed beneath her, the book on one hand as she rested her head on the other. her eyes scanned the pages quickly, re-reading verses that caught her attention and often writing them down in her own notebook. she never was a fan of writing on books, but did like taking notes and scribbling down her thoughts.

her quiet peace was interrupted by a tall body standing in front of her.

“sorry-” she looked up, seeing blue eyes looking down at her. “is this seat taken? all the other chairs are busy and i- i haven’t seen anyone here, so-”

“yeah, it’s okay,” she answered, grabbing her bag and placing it on the floor beneath her.

“thank you,” he smiled at her as he sat, she did the same, returning to her book.

they didn’t speak more that day, he only thanked her again and said goodbye when he was ready to leave. he looked about her age, and she found herself staring at his frame as he left, with his back toward her.

two days later, he was there again. he had the same book he was reading the previous time, whilst she had already finished her poetry book and was now reading a classic tragedy. the routine was the same, none of them talking, simply sitting next to each other as they read and saying goodbye when it was their time to leave. unfortunately, she couldn’t go the rest of the week because of school work, but finally, after a hard week, she walked through the doors, breathing in the familiar scent of ink and pages. she walked straight to her spot, stopping in her tracks as she saw the same guy sitting there already, his backpack on her side of the sofa. he looked up, a smile on his face.

“you’re back,” he said, grabbing his bag and placing it on the floor, like she’d done for him that very first day. she smiled, unable to stop a light flush to rush to her cheeks as she walked to him.

“yeah, school was being a pain,” she said, dropping down beside him.

“well, i’m happy to see you again,” he placed a bookmark between the pages he was reading, closing the book to pay attention to her.

“thanks, i missed being here. this place… it’s like a home away from home.”

“i get it, i only found out about this place a week ago and felt an instant connection, and i’m not an avid reader. or, i wasn’t before coming here for the first time.”

she smiled, nodding her head, that was exactly how she felt.

“i’m mick, by the way,” he offered his hand. she sat up, shaking his hand. she told him her name, and looked down at the book he was reading.

“the great gatsby?”

“yeah, i saw you reading it last week and… you seemed so lost in the book and the pages, you gasped and your eyes widened every so often… you made me want to read it,” he spoke, hoping he didn’t sound like a creep. but he was an observant person, he noticed things.

“oh,” was all she said, crossing her legs beneath her, a position she often found herself in, it was comfortable and meant she was at ease. “and what do you think?” she asked, looking down at the way his fingers delicately tapped the cover of the book.

“it’s really good,” he chuckled, nodding his head to confirm his words. “i’d seen the movie but-”

“it doesn’t compare. it’s a good adaptation but… it’s not the same,”

“yeah,” he agreed.

and then he asked her a question, she answered. then she did, and he answered. and the hours passed but neither of them read the books, they got to know each other, talking and laughing and confessing their favorite tropes, books and even discussing their different stands on a controversial topic in one of their favorite books.

before they knew it, the day turned to night and the owners started getting ready to close the shop. she looked around, noticing they were the only two customers there.

“i’m guessing that’s our cue to leave,” she said, chuckling softly, but didn’t stand up.

“oh- yeah,” he replied, playing with the edges of his book. they both stood up, walking to the exit. she said goodbye to the owners, waving her hand.

“see you tomorrow,” she told them, the words she said every night. “i guess i’ll- see you tomorrow, too,” she smiled.

“yeah, i’d like that.”

“okay. good night,” she said, looking straight at him as she took a step back.

“good night.” he nodded his head, walking backward too, the other way.

after that day their afternoons were spent getting wrapped up in sentences, verses, rhymes, the times new roman font, and each other. they’d walk along the shelves, point to books they’d already read, book they recommended to each other, and books they promised to read together. at one point as the days passed, the distance between them disappeared, they now sat side by side, leaning into each other to read from the same book. other times, one of them would read aloud while the other stared at the ceiling, or at the person reading.

the bookstore was witness to their first meeting, the time they exchanged numbers, their first real goodbye… their first kiss.

their first goodbye. he explained that besides books, his biggest passion in life was racing. he explained the extent of his rising career, the stakes and responsibilities that came with it. and how he’d have to leave several weeks of the year. she remained quiet, taking in his words, understanding that his life was so different from hers. their first goodbye included soft smiles, a gentle touch of hands, a hug that neither of them wanted to end, and a tear streaming down her face as she turned her back to him as she walked away.

their first kiss happened two weeks later. two long weeks he’d been gone, and even though they could count on technology, it wasn’t the same as having him sitting next to her, feeling his warmth and hearing his laugh echoing through the wooden walls of their little nook in the bookshop. mick arrived unannounced, saying hi to the people behind the counter, asking for her. he walked to their spot, seeing her belongings there, but not her. he walked down the long corridor, one shelf after the other, and finally spotted her, leaning against the wall, book covering her face.

"the great gatsby?" he asked. she dropped the book, looking up at him as a smile broke on her face.

"you're here!" she got up, leaving the book forgotten on the floor as she flung herself towards him. "how are you? how did it go?" she said as she threw her arms around his neck. he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close against him.

"it was good, but i don't want to talk about that right now," he replied, putting her down, but she still kept her arms on his neck, he kept his hold of her waist. "you're re-reading the great gatsby already?" he raised an eyebrow.

"yeah, i… this was the first book you read because you saw me, and we started talking because of this book. it's… special."

"that feels so long ago," he said, turning so he had his back against the tall shelf.

"a month and a half."

"hmm…" he smiled, "and what have you been up to these past weeks?" he asked.

"oh! i found the perfect greek mythology retelling, it's about hades and persephone, and all of their struggles, and he loves her so much, it's so beautifully written and-" her rambling was cut short by a pair of soft lips on hers.

it was soft and slow and tender and so delicate, he moved his lips against hers as if they were a sugar cube that could break with the wrong movement. she was left breathless as he fully circled her middle with his arms, turning them so her back was against the hard wooden shelves.

their first kiss was perfect. there was no other way to describe it. it was shared in the place that had a special meaning for both of them, they were both eager and devoted to the kiss, not wanting it to end, loving the feeling, the rushing heartbeats and flushing cheeks, the shivers and goosebumps after a particular sensitive touch, it was magical, and no words could ever even begin to describe it.

they'd try to find poems, verses, lines, paragraphs that could put into words everything they felt at that moment, but nothing could ever come close to fully capture the electrifying energy that surrounded them.

and five years later, after endless kisses, touches, intimate moments, book after book, their love only grew larger and larger, deeper and deeper, an undeniable and undefiable connection that could overcome everything.

but sometimes that was easier said than done, and as she stared at the young couple, that reminded her so much of them, she couldn't help but wish he was there. she never said it, she didn't want to make him feel bad, but everytime he walked out the door was hard on her. he was her rock, the one person she could count on to always be there for her. and sometimes all she wanted was him. just his presence made her feel at ease.

and especially in slow days like this, when her mind was left free to wander and think endlessly, she couldn't help but wish she could just wrap her arms around him and keep him close forever. he was so kind, so gentle with her, everything she longed for in a partner and so much more, traits that only made sense because of him.

but she powered through it, picking a high fantasy novel to keep her mind busy, building the images on her head and creating the characters she was reading about. every so often her eyes would find the couple, sharing kisses and giggles as they scanned the books.

maybe that was the magic of bookshops, the chance to escape the real, rainy world outside and be consumed by the endless possibilities the stories inside had to offer.

once the rain died down, the couple left, they bought a couple of books and she dropped a couple of bookmarks in their bag as a gift. the rest of the day was the same, with only two or three more customers arriving and leaving quickly, not wanting to get caught under the rain once it started again.

with about an hour left until closing time, she decided it was enough. she highly doubted anyone else was coming anytime soon. so she flipped the sign on the door, locking it as she began to clean up. the playlist had finished playing, and the only sounds were that of her footsteps.

until a knock on the door startled her. she could only make out a tall body, head covered by the black hood of a jacket, her immediate stranger danger siren went off in her head, but she still approached the door, grabbing the nearest thing she could find as a weapon.

a hardcover copy of les mis.

she unlocked the door, opening it just wide enough for her to peek her head forward.

"sorry, we're closing early because of the weather." she explained, hands clutching the book against her chest.

"really? i wanted to buy that new emily henry book," the man said, looking up at her with a smile on his face.

"mick!" she said, dropping the copy of the french novel and skipping down the few steps leading up to the shop. she wrapped her legs around him, hands over his neck, pulling him close.

"get inside! you're not wearing a jacket," he laughed, walking with her on top of him. "it's nice to see your habit of dropping books when i stop by unannounced hasn't gone away."

"i've missed you so much," she said, keeping her face buried in his neck. "all day… all i wanted to do was be near you." she mumbled against his skin, feeling him walking with her in his arms.

"i'm here now," he placed her on the counter, beside the cash register, and softly placed his hands on her face, leaning back to look at her. he tilted her chin up, getting lost in her eyes.

"you're here." she whispered, her fingers playing with his hair. "how are you here?" she asked.

"got done early. took a flight. i was going to wait for you at home but… i wanted to see you. i missed you too much." she smiled at his words, feeling butterflies in her stomach as he ticked a strand of hair behind her ear. even after so many years together, he still made her feel like they were falling in love for the first time all over again.

"how was everything?" she asked, tentatively. she knew that sometimes he wasn't in the mood to talk about his job, he liked leaving racing on the paddock and just enjoy their time together.

"good, talks about next year are going well," he said, squeezing her hips. she smiled, knowing how much he deserved a seat on the f1 grid.

"i'm happy to hear that. did you get any reading done?" she asked, changing the subject.

"finished 'little women', started 'circe'."

"ooh, you really want to complete your reading challenge this year, don't you?"

"i only have two books left." he smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"well done, my love!" she said, kissing his cheek, too.

"and you? how many books did you finish?"

"night circus and i'm halfway through anna karenina."

"a big book?" he raised his eyebrows. "i'm proud of you, baby."

"thanks," she blushed under his stare, her hands finding his, locking their fingers together.

her eyes met his, soft smiles painted on their lips, chests rising up and down in sync. he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers softly. he rubbed his nose against hers, then placed his lips on top of hers.

the first kiss after a goodbye was always a special one. there was so much longing, love and pure emotion poured into a reunion kiss, it always brought them back to their very first kiss shared a few moons ago.

the first kiss after a goodbye always left her breathless after. it was like her body was getting used to having him close again, and no matter how many times they said goodbye and hello, it always felt like the first time.

"what do you think about going home… turn on the fireplace, make hot cocoa, and read a good book?" he suggested.

"i'd love that," she smiled against his lips, leaning forward once more. "what are you in the mood for?"

"hmm… a love story?" he raised an eyebrow.

she nodded, pushing him back to jump off the counter. she held his hand and led him to the first book that crossed her mind.

"how about a tragic love story?" she said, grabbing a copy of the blue paperback book. "quite possibly the greatest love story," she teased.

"impossible. ours is way better," mick said, grabbing the copy of 'the great gatsby' and holding her hand.

and he was right.

out of all the stories she'd read, theirs was her favorite one. and the best part was, it wasn't fictional, and more importantly, it didn't have to end.

-- take a shot each time you read the word 'book'

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kaeyx · 7 months

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In any monster au chuuya would 1000% be a vampire. Blood in wine glasses, dark moody reds and black, hates bright lights, lives in extravagance with a night time job. Hes the refined, elegant type that has successfully integrated into human society but misses being an old romantic. Chuuya closely monitors the modern era, absorbing all kinds of information from technology to ethics. Initially it was to better blend in but now he has an appreciation for human tenacity and ingenuity. When he falls in love he falls hard, he cannot bare to part from you but he cant stand turning you into a cold monster such as himse-"but if im a vampire we can fuck forever" .....you make a good point and he will think on it. In all seriousness though he is a gentleman who considers your happiness and wellbeing above everything. If you come to the conclusion that you want to remain human he is absolutely going to dedicate an entire mausoleum and garden to you inside his castle- he leaves the city behind to stay with your corpse until he also returns to dust. Its the hardcore romanticism in him. For as long as your alive though, dont expect him to ever leave you alone

Dazai is harder for me to pin down but i feel like he would be genuinely unsettling/inhuman. Thinking drider/jorogumo, kelpie, jinkininki. I think kitsune also fits very well for the trickster aspects but the monster side needs to be beefed up for me to appreciate. Regardless he is found in the dark, dangerous, and empty corners of cities. On the surface he is completely adjusted to life as a human, especially when he is able to present in human form. But at his core he is still a monster who doesnt expend empathy or kindness to humans. His tricks, his traps, his appetite for human flesh are still alive and well. Thankfully at some point someone instilled in him the idea of morals so dazai's diet consists of human scum. He isnt romantic like chuuya but is devoted and tender. Unfortunately a true monster fell in love with you and he will find a way to make you immortal. There are plenty of talented witches and taoists that owe him favors. Theres no existence without you, he will bind his soul to yours so he never has to be alone again

Suffice to say both monsters are yandere and the sex is intense

LMAOOO CHUUYA WOULD BE SO TAKEN ABACK POOR THING

But yes that's me you're telling me I get to sleep during the day and wander around in low cut shirts with puffy sleeves?? Forever??? And also this hot man will bite me??? Sign me UP I'll work graveyard shift somewhere

Ugh it suits him so well tho,,,, big cold corridors, nice clothes, fancy wine glasses, yearning from a distance, love letters sealed with wax, lots and lots of blood,,,,,, ehehehe I need him

And YEAH KITSUNE DAZAI LIKE THAT ONE MAYOI CARD

This bastard definitely embraces the more unsettling, inhuman aspects of himself. Being a little too tall, limbs a little too long, teeth a little too sharp even if he's mimicking a human. You look into his eyes too long and get a little dizzy, like looking over the edge of a cliff. Weird shit is always happening around him, though it's unclear whether that's because of his magic or because he's just Like That™.

And my god the sex. Absolutely insane sex on both sides. Chuuya has endless stamina and would want nothing more than to turn you while he's fucking you, drinking your blood until you're lightheaded and can barely move, letting him go as many rounds as he likes. Dazai digging his sharp teeth and claws into you, fucking you in weird places like alleyways or in the middle of the forest, chasing you through the city before pinning you to the ground and fucking your brains out. Plus he has a knot

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #vamp!chuuya #kitsune!dazai

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flightless bird | bradley bradshaw x reader

masterlist | ko-fi

hehe, happy valentine's day! surprise! it's a bradley-tastic holiday with lots of smut. this is part two to my fic songbird.

summary; after spending a week in a snowy cabin, rooster finds himself deployed over the holidays and well in to the new year. with the help of nat, maybe he can still make your valentines memorable?

warnings; 18+ explicit smut, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, songbird universe, yearning, frantic, pussyjob, cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, shower stuff, fingering, l-bombs, food mention, dd/lg(?), sleepy sex, pussy spanking, choking, hair pulling, cunnilingus, blowjob.

word count; 8.3K

tagging people who might like; @mak-32 @roosterforme @roleycoleyreccenter @theharddeck @lt-bradshaw @rhettabbotts @hangmanbrainrot @laracrofted @mothdruid @notroosterbradshaw

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The week spent in the snowy cabin with you before the holidays had been just what Bradley had needed. A week where he could curl up in front of the fire with you, stay in bed during cold mornings watching snow whirl outside the windows - nights spent hearing his name sighed from your lips as he loved your body.

It felt extra special seeing as Bradley had been called out on his first out of the country mission the day after Christmas. For once, he had requested to not get put on lengthier operations, and had asked to spend the holidays state-side. However, as it was, not all requests could be accommodated - and he knew that after the dagger squad was formed, many of their new found skills in the air were coveted.

Which meant that his contact with you had been minimal. He managed to snag a video call for New Years, his eyes raking over your dolled up form as you blew him kisses, a tear rolling down your eyes as you smiled and said you missed and loved him. But other than that his superiors were quite strict about contacting home.

It was now the beginning of February, and Bradley was starting to lose it just a little. He would spend hours in the gym, enjoying the distractions they could provide him, letting out the steam that his mind plagued him with. It felt like every time he closed his eyes, the image of your blissed out form on top of his abs softly mewling his name played again and again. His gruff groan resounded in the small gym as he lifted the weights with more force than before, needing to shake the image from his head before he lost it.

It felt weird, spending so much time in such a cramped space again. The body and mind quickly got accustomed to space and the luxuries of being on land - and his claustrophobic little bunk didn’t exactly give him peace of mind to… take care of his problems. Especially not when his bunk mate, Growler, most likely had freaking sleep apnea or something. Damn the man snored loud. So now, after six weeks of grueling night flights, paired with snoring bunkmates and the tantalizing thought of your voice, your face, your embrace and body - Bradley felt like he was on the brink of insanity. He needed to come home to you. He needed you.

Sighing heavily, he trudged through the narrow corridors of the ship he was on, making his way to the small space reserved for showering. He’d spent the whole night in the cockpit, navigating as the stars twinkled happily back at him. Some constellations reminded him of you, in the way they would form a particular shape that would remind him of one of the scars or spots he’d loved during your time in the cabin.

Bradley knew you’d strangle him with your bare hands if he ever confessed that he thought of you when he was supposed to be focusing on navigating his jet. The thought made a small smile quirk on the corner of his lips. He could almost hear your scolding voice, reprimanding him and saying something along the lines of ‘keep your eyes on the road, Bradshaw! or… well, the clouds or whatever it is you watch!’

Even imagining your voice sent a stitch of longing through his chest. Seeing as this was not a ‘long stint’ as one admiral had expressed (Bradley had grumbled below his breath at that), he hadn’t heard your voice since New Years, and that was the longest Bradley had gone without hearing your sweet voice saying his name since he met you. It felt like torture, and he had been working since mid January to make it possible for him to deliver a surprise to you.

Bradley was relieved that during the time that you’d been in a relationship, you and Phoenix had found a friend in one another - often spending nights gossiping and painting your nails or whatever girls did together when Nat was home. It made it easier for her to help him arrange this surprise for you.

Stepping under the spray of lukewarm water, Bradley groaned softly, letting his eyelids flutter shut as water ran across his face. He couldn’t wait to stand under the warm water at home with you. Sighing heavily, he finished up his shower quickly heading off to get some sleep. Soon, he would be putting his plan into action.

Natasha had been absolutely relentless all week. You had suggested that maybe the two of you could spend Valentine’s together, but she just shook her head, revealing that she had a date with a pretty girl she had met at a cute little coffee shop in downtown San Diego earlier this year. She had, however, spent the day before the fourteenth going to different lingerie shops with you - hinting at sets you could buy for when Rooster made it home. The notion just made you feel a sad, longing ache for your boyfriend. Shaking your head, you told her that maybe you’d get a set when the time for his homecoming was a bit closer.

“C’mon, doll” Nat had taken to calling you many of the terms of endearment Bradley did when he wasn’t around, knowing you missed hearing them when he wasn’t home. “Maybe Roos will be able to sneak in a little video call during the day? I would hope his superiors aren’t completely heartless?” Natashas raised brow and tilted head had you furrowing your brows slightly. She was right. What if Bradley managed to get a video call slot? The thought immediately brought a smile to your face, and giddy excitement filled your every pore.

“Nat! Wouldn’t that be amazing?” you didn’t want to get your hopes up, but if he did manage it, you sure as hell wanted to treat him with a mighty fine visual. You had honestly had such a hard time ever since Roos had left - your fingers and toys just couldn’t compare to him, and more often than not your tries would only end in frustrated tears and unsatisfied feelings.

Phoenix smirked softly at you as you dragged her along now, looking at different bras and sets of various intricacies. Licking your lips you looked at a fairly simple set - Bradley was a simple man, and you knew that more than anything, he just wanted to see your body. You weren’t too comfortable wearing too many garters or complicated get-ups with ribbons twisted all around your body. In the end, you chose a simple red bra and panty set that looked good against your skin, cute little red hearts dotting it.

The rest of the day was spent plotting with Nat, giggling and speculating as to what would happen on her date tomorrow, and if Bradley would be able to call you. Going home and going to bed that night, you felt warm and happy for the first time in a while, the set sitting ready for you to wear tomorrow - not knowing what time Bradley might be able to get a call in, you figured you’d just wear it for the duration of the day.

As darkness fell, you sat by the kitchen table, a small pout on your lips. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, but Nat had been so convincing in her ideas about Bradley calling you. Stomach growling, you just sighed softly - you didn’t really feel like cooking today, perhaps you’d just have a sandwich and go to bed. Just as that thought entered your head, your doorbell went off. Furrowing your brows, you went to open the door. A man stood outside the door, a large bag of food in his hands.

“Delivery for you, ma’am,” he spoke, and you shook your head. “I think you have the wrong house, I haven’t ordered anything.” the man only smiled.

“Nope, got clear instructions from a Natasha Trace that this was the right house, and she said you might be a little confused,” that made you laugh softly, accepting the bags from yours and Bradley’s favorite restaurant. As the door closed again, you couldn’t help the tears that accumulated in your eyes - Nat was truly the best friend a girl could ask for. She knew you so well.

Unpacking the bag, your eyes widened at the sheer amount of food. Both yours and Bradley’s favorite dishes, along with a bottle of wine, and chocolate covered strawberries. Furrowing your brow, you reached for your phone, about to text ‘Nix and ask her why on earth she had ordered for a whole army, when you heard keys being inserted to the door that you’d just locked.

“Natasha? Aren’t you supposed to be on your date? If this is you coming over to confess your undying love for me, I’m sorry but–” your tone had been teasing, a smirk playing on your lips as you made your way towards your front door to greet her - seeing as she was the only one with the spare key to yours and Bradley’s home.

“Happy Valentine's Day, doll,” you stopped dead in your tracks, a gasp tumbling from your lips as your eyes widened in shock.

“Bradley?” your voice quivered, along with your lower lip as you took in the form of your boyfriend, standing in your hallway, his khaki uniform stretching deliciously over his upper body. It was not that tight when he left, and the thought of your boyfriend’s body getting even more toned had your insides buzzing with need.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled softly, it looked as if his whole body had relaxed as he heard his name rolling off of your lips. His arms had spread wide, inviting you into his embrace. You didn’t need any more convincing, and you surged forward jumping into his arms, soft happy noises leaving you without you being actively conscious you were making them - Bradley’s name falling from your lips over and over again as you kissed at his face. A low, rumbling groan resonated deep within Bradleys chest as he wrapped his strong arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head as he squeezed you tighter.

“God, baby… I’ve missed you,” he groaned, burrowing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply.

“How are you here right now, Roos?” your legs were wrapped around his waist now, and Bradley’s hands had settled underneath your thighs to hold you in his embrace. Your hands had found his face, cradling it as your eyes roamed happily over his beautiful face, taking in all of his features greedily.

“I pulled some strings, contacted some people,” Bradley joked, smirking softly up at your elated face.

“Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw…” you spoke jokingly, almost reprimanding in your tone, and to your surprise Bradley groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Don’t say that to me right now, doll,” he growled, surging forward to attach his lips to your neck. A breathy moan rolled past your lips as your fingers moved to tug at the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Bradley,” you spoke breathlessly as his lips left kisses and licks to your exposed throat “food, Nat—” Bradley broke away from your neck, smiling that lopsided smile you loved so much “I know baby, I had her help me make sure you were home,” blinking a couple of times in disbelief, laughter bubbling in your throat, and the way Bradley smiled at you like you hung the moon had your body heating up slightly.

“Rooster,” it seemed as if you couldn’t get enough of saying his name, almost wanting to make sure he was real - his name carried such emotion as you uttered it, tears gathering in your lashes, threatening to fall as you took in the adoration in Bradley’s amber eyes.

Slowly, he released the hold he had on your thighs, gently letting your body slide down his own until your feet were planted on the floor again. His large hand moved to cradle your cheek, his thumb slowly soothing the tear stained skin.

“I missed you,” you whimpered, and Bradley nodded, furrowing his brows as he leaned down, his other hand swiftly moving to your neck before his lips connected with yours in a searing kiss. Bradley inhaled sharply, a soft moan slipping out as he moved his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly licking at your lips - loving the way you yielded to him, his tongue stroking languidly against yours.

Your hands, that were planted on his chest, fisted the material of his uniform in your fingers - tugging slightly as Bradley pulled whimpers and moans from you as his tongue caressed yours, as he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, as his teeth gently nipped and tugged at it.

“Fuck” he swore, voice raspy as one of his hands moved to grip tightly at your hip, the other reaching into your hair. A breathless gasp left you, knowing what was to come. Rooster pulled away from you slightly, smirking at your obvious reaction before his fingers slowly closed around your strands, enjoying the way your breathing instantly picked up in anticipation.

“My pretty baby,” Rooster cooed as he finally tugged softly at your strands, and the desperate cry that spilled from your parted lips made a drawn out groan rumble deep within his chest. “Bradley,” you whimpered, eyes filled with desperation as you looked up at him - you needed him, needed to feel his skin against yours, needed him to hold you, to make you feel safe.

“I know, baby,” he murmured softly, tilting your head back to let his lips attach themselves to the sensitive skin of your throat. “I know,” he mumbled again as you gasped at the sensation. “I haven’t been–” you struggled to get the words out, your whole body felt like it was on fire at your boyfriend's touch “You–” licking your lips, you tried to gather your scrambled thoughts.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” Bradley murmured, letting his thumb stroke along your jawline, up to your cheek and then settling on your chin, his large hand holding it gently, tilting your face up to gaze into your starry eyes. “What’re you trying to tell me, sweet baby?” his voice was like honey, dripping over your senses and making your mind hazy.

“I– they– my,” you whimpered, frustration filling you and tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to find the words to express how much you needed him “Aw, baby” Bradley cooed as his large form towered yours “Are you trying to tell me your small fingers haven’t been enough, hm?” your eyes widened at his words, nodding eagerly, a soft whine leaving your throat as you pawed at his chest, needing to get this stupid uniform off of him.

A soft chuckle made his chest move slightly, making you feel all the more how much more defined his pecs were. Your fingers moved to work at his buttons, and he smiled fondly down at you as you fumbled a little in your eagerness - finally managing to get it undone enough to tear it over his head, exposing his broad shoulders and large, muscular arms to you. Before you had a chance to let your hands roam over his warm skin, Bradley had once again scooped you up into his arms, walking towards your shared bedroom.

“As much as I would love to ravish you where we’re standing, I plan on taking my sweet time with you baby - I’ve missed you too much,” he grunted, kicking the door open more before entering with you cradled in his arms. That promise made a small smile appear on your lips, and you hummed in pleasure at the thought of being able to feel your boyfriend's warm body again.

The soft light from the bedside lamp had Bradley’s skin looking all the more warm and tan, the shadows accentuating the dips of his collarbones and his defined muscles. He had placed you gently in the middle of the bed, making quick work of his pants and undershirt, leaving him in his black boxers. Seeing his almost naked body had your breath hitching in your throat, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your eyes roamed over his defined abs.

“Like what you see, baby girl?” Bradley smirked, once again gently grabbing hold of your chin, his thumb resting against your lower lip. You nodded, eyes locked with his as the motion made his thumb drag your bottom lip down slightly.

He slowly swiped it back and forth across your plump skin, and you opened your mouth eagerly, brows coming together slightly as his hungry eyes took in your obedience. Slipping his thumb between your parted lips, it softly moved to press down against your tongue, and your eyes fluttered closed in relief as your lips closed around the digit, suckling softly at it, small mewls leaving you sporadically.

“Fuck, baby - I’ve missed your pretty little sounds so much…” Bradley groaned, letting his body cover yours, grinding his hips into your still clothed thigh, and the feeling of his rock hard cock against you had your eyes flying open and a muffled whimper coming out around Bradley’s thumb.

Releasing Bradley’s thumb, he leaned down, nudging your jawline with his nose before placing a kiss below it - alternating between licking and sucking marks into your skin. His hands trailed down over your collarbones, a soft groan leaving him as his large hands covered your breasts.

You had worn a white top, cut so that your decolletage was visible, your new bra pushing your tits together to create a nice visual of the swell of your breasts. Bradley moaned at the feeling of your soft flesh once again in his palms, kneading and massaging them carefully, letting his thumb stroke over your hardening nipples.

“Bradley, feels so good–” you moaned softly, letting your fingers tangle into his slightly curled strands, scratching your nails lightly against his scalp. He hummed softly, not wanting to leave the comfort your skin provided him.

Kissing down your chest, he soon reached your breast, his mouth tonguing at your hardened nipple over the white fabric, wetting it and sucking at it - drawing soft whimpers from your lips as your thighs clenched together. His other hand had slipped under your top, letting his fingers pinch slowly at your nipple over your bra.

As he drew back to take in his work, he raised his brows as the dampened white material gave way for red to shine through. “Baby… what do we have here?” you smiled bashfully, heat filling your body as Bradley removed your top, leaving you in the bra that you and Nat had picked out the day prior.

“Did Nat tell you I’d come home?” he seemed a little sad at that prospect and you shook your head, “She made me buy one because she said you might be able to video call me, and that it would be a nice treat for you,” your voice was small, your fingers now tracing over his exposed collarbones, over his shoulder and down his flexed bicep.

“Thank fucking god for Natasha fuckin’ Trace,” Bradley groaned, his forehead falling to rest in between your breasts as he kissed and laved his tongue all over your skin, one hand running down the length of your abdomen to undo your jeans. As his large hand splayed on your lower abdomen, he inhaled deeply, reigning himself in slightly to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Hi, baby,” he spoke softly, making you smile softly as he gazed down at you “Hi,” you whispered back, stroking his cheek lovingly. “Would you stand up for me, love?” he continued, moving so that you could stand. As you shimmied out of your tight jeans, Bradley sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, showing off his muscular thighs.

As you stood in front of him, in only the red set, he smiled softly at you. “Would you give me a twirl, doll?” he never wanted to take his eyes off of you, you were a vision in red, and the tiny hearts that scattered across the fabric honestly drove him a little insane in their cute sensuality.

“Look so beautiful… I’ve missed you so much,” Rooster confessed as you stepped in between his legs, his hands immediately coming to rest against your hips, slowly moving further back until he was kneading your ass cheeks, his face scattering kisses across your abdomen. Letting your head fall back, you gripped tightly at his hair, every move of Bradley’s making your knees grow weaker and weaker “Roos,” you moaned, about to warn him - but he already seemed aware, and gently guided you to sit on his lap.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” Bradley cooed, holding you close to his body, finally feeling your skin against his own. Sitting on his lap, you wriggled closer to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, letting your lips kiss and suck at the junction, moving further down to his muscular shoulder where you nibbled and suckled softly. Bradley moaned softly at the sensation, hands gripping your hips as you started to grind them down against his cock.

“Bradley,” you whined against his skin, his cock dragging deliciously against your clit, the sheer fabric of your panties only heightening to sensation. “I know, doll, I know,” he rasped, arms wound around your midsection as he rutted against your wet core, one hand splayed on your lower back to press you harder into his clothed cock.

“I need you,” you whined softly, followed by a harsh whimper, teeth biting down on his skin to keep you in the moment, to not slip away entirely.

“How do you need me, baby?” Rooster spoke gruffly, gripping your jaw firmly to make you look at him, the sting of your bite still felt in his shoulder. At his rough movement, your eyes rolled back slightly, craving this type of touch so badly. Breathing labored, you couldn’t get the words out until his fingers wrapped around your throat.

“Answer.” he commanded, and a soft mewl left your mouth before you began to beg “I need you in my mouth, please - please, want your cock in my mouth so bad, Roos,” Bradley hummed softly before releasing his hold on your throat, letting the back of his hand stroke along the side of your neck “Good girl,” he whispered, placing a kiss to your jaw.

“Get on your knees then, sweet girl” he murmured, stroking your cheek before spreading his legs further, so you could sink to your knees between them. Shuffling, he removed his boxers and tossed them aside before turning his attention to you. You looked like a dream, sitting back on your heels, waiting for him, putting your trust entirely in his hands as you gazed up at him with your hands folded in your lap.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he praised, letting his palm cradle your cheek, loving the small smile that appeared on your face as you nuzzled into his palm. “What did I do to deserve you, huh?” he murmured mostly to himself, his other hand reaching down to stroke his cock languidly. He looked on as you blinked slowly, biting your lip as your eyes followed his every movement.

“Please?” you breathed out, glancing up at him. “Come, baby,” he motioned you closer, and without prompting you eagerly let your tongue run along the underside of his dick, moaning at the feeling of his soft skin. You took in every vein and ridge, kissing and licking along his length over and over again, relishing in hearing Bradley’s every soft moan and grunt. Licking at the tip, you felt yourself moan softly at the taste of his precum, letting your tongue swirl around the tip, your lips only ever so slightly wrapping around the very edge of him every now and then.

One hand held the base of his cock, squeezing slightly as the other rested against his thigh. Finally, you took him into your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as you felt his heavy cock rest against your tongue. Arousal flooded your entire body, feeling yourself get more wet by the sounds Bradley was making as you took him further into your mouth.

Soft whimpers were muffled by his cock, and you felt so deliciously dizzy at the feel of him stuffed deep into your throat. Your nose was almost down to his abdomen, his pubic hair tickling your nose as you inhaled his heady scent, another muffled moan leaving you as you felt him twitch against your tongue. Hollowing your cheeks, you managed to suck on him as you let up a little.

Bradley had been leaning back on his hands, his head tilted back at the sensation of you taking his cock so well into your mouth. Small gasps and moans leaving his parted lips as he felt your tongue swirl and suck at him.

You slowly dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock as you pulled away, licking at his tip before you inhaled deeply, one hand pumping his hard dick in the absence of your mouth. Looking up at him, you whimpered at the sight. Bradley’s broad chest was heaving slightly, his abs slightly tensed as he sat leaned back, fiery brown eyes gazing down at you - a thin sheen of sweat covering his upper body.

Breaking eye contact, you had to feel him heavy on your tongue again, and you moaned as he entered your mouth, letting it rest heavy in your mouth. Bradley’s large hand came to rest at the back of your head, looking down at you with a soft smile playing on his lips as he let you take what you needed from him.

His palm slowly stroked over your hair, and the feeling of your muffled whimper had his cock stirring against your tongue. With his hand on the back of your head, he gently rolled his hips, fucking into your eager mouth, cursing softly at the sounds you made as he slowly sank deeper into your throat.

“Look so pretty warming my cock baby, doing so well,” he murmured as his hands tangled into your strands. He knew what it would do to you if he tugged ever so slightly, but he had a feeling you wanted it as much as he did. How much you needed it. Your soft moan and the way your body shivered and twitched slightly let him know he was right.

Feeling Bradley slowly fuck his cock into your throat, you let your eyes flutter shut, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling of his hand resting heavy on your head, letting saliva slip from the sides of your mouth down onto Bradley’s abdomen. Swallowing involuntarily around your boyfriend’s cock, you were rewarded with a throaty moan and the softest of pushes against the back of your head, paired with Bradley’s hips rolling ever so slightly, stuffing your mouth so full of him.

Tears rolled down your cheeks from feeling him so deep in your throat, and the lack of oxygen, but you loved it - loved how hard and silky he felt in your wet mouth, loved the way your lips were stretched to accommodate his sheer size.

“Fuck, baby,” Rooster growled, tugging at your hair to make you ease up. As much as he loved having your lips wrapped around his cock, he needed to be inside you - had waited so long to feel you and hear you fall apart on his cock for him. You took a shuddering breath as Bradley easily maneuvered your body so that it was splayed out for him on the bed.

He had you on your stomach, face pressed into the pillows as he kneaded at your ass cheeks again, “Such a fucking lovely ass,” Bradley groaned, gripping the globes of your ass hard, separating them and letting spit drip from his lips down to your holes, making you moan loudly at the sudden sensation.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling them back slightly so that you were rested on your knees and with your face still pressed into the mattress. “Mm, and this pretty fucking cunt,” he continued, letting his fingers slide between your soaked lips, gathering up your slick in his hand, loving the needy sounds you were making.

“Who’s pretty little pussy is this huh?” Rooster teased, letting his finger softly grace your clit, your moans only getting louder as you gripped the sheets. A harsh slap made a strangled cry leave your lips, eyes flying open in surprise at the fact that Bradley had slapped your puffy cunt with his fingers.

“Yours!” you cried out with a sob, squirming against the sensation of Bradley circling your sensitive clit again. Bradley hummed deep in his throat as he settled behind you, his breath hitting your clothed cunt before he harshly pulled them down to your thighs, not wasting any time before his mouth was all over your cunt, his skilled tongue laving over your clit, fucking into you, swirling around your wetness like a man starved.

Your cries of pleasure only seemed to make him more eager, and you soon found yourself grinding your hips back against his mouth as he gripped your ass in his hands, letting his thumb rest over your sensitive hole. That, along with the quick flicks of his tongue against your clit had you tumbling over the edge, crying his name over and over again.

Bradley wasted no time in flipping you over, slotting himself between your thighs, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips, the scent of you lingering on his mustache. His cock, now aching from how hard it was, was leaking precum onto your swollen clit, and the sensation of his hard, silky cock so close to where you needed him had you mewling softly.

“You like that, baby?” you could only nod feverishly “Like feeling my cock against that wet cunt of yours?” you nodded again, whining slightly as he let his cock drag between your folds and up to your clit again. “Please!” you whined, canting your hips towards him, wanting him to slip into your warm heat.

“Please what?” Rooster murmured into your ear, repeating the action of letting his cock grind and slip just out of reach of your weeping hole, letting the tip tease at the entrance when he drew a particularly loud moan from you.

“Please, please– fuck me, oh god, fuck me,” you chanted, squirming underneath him, breath coming in short spurts, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. “I need you so bad, fuck, I need you, need you to fuck me, please, please” you sobbed, wanting him to understand that you needed him to fill you, needed to be one with him again. Bradley loved when you begged for him, it didn’t happen too often, as he would feel too bad to tease you for too long, but right now he couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful.

The red tip of his cock slowly circled your clit, and your panting increased, more whines and mewls falling from your lips as tears once again burned in the corners of your eyes “Please! Please!” your words were turning into cries, soft and drawn out, chest heaving slightly.

“What do you want, baby?” Bradley smirked, letting his tip sink slightly into your needy hole before withdrawing again, making you sob out right. “I need your cock, I need you to fuck me– please! Please! Please!”

At your words, Bradley let his cock sink deep into your cunt, the sensation so overwhelming he almost spurted his cum instantaneously into your core. You were moaning loudly, the sound almost echoing in the room as you babbled “thank you, oh god - feels so good, fuck, wanted to feel so full, missed you,” Bradley groaned, rutting into you slowly, relishing in your cries as his tip massaged at that sensitive spot within you. “Missed you too, pretty baby, feel so damn good around my cock”

Pulling down the cup of your bra, as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, Bradley started to thrust hard into you, needing his release so bad after being apart from you for so long. His other hand snuck down between your bodies, drawing tight circles on your clit. As you fell apart on him, he groaned deep in his throat, spilling all of himself into you.

“Fuck,” his voice was strangled as he collapsed on top of your body, chest heaving as he felt his cock pump the last of his seed into you, your soft moans gracing his ear as he kissed at your neck.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, rising up on his elbows to look at you. Tears were streaming down your face, but a smile was on your lips as you sniffled “I missed you so much, Roos,” your voice was small and vulnerable, and Bradley’s heart clenched. “I know, I’m so sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” he let his arms wrap tight around you, cradling you in his arms as he laid down on his back, taking you with him to rest on his chest.

“I love you,” he continued, pressing kisses all over your face as more tears fell from your eyes. You nuzzled your face into his chest, kissing softly over his heart “I love you too, Bradley. I’m so happy you came home to me,”

He smiled down at you, his hand drawing soft circles on your back. “You have no idea how happy I am to have you in my arms again,” he murmured lovingly, letting his nose rub softly against yours.

“Want to take a shower with me, baby? I’m Navy gross,” Rooster joked, kissing your lips softly. You nodded happily, placing soft kisses against his jawline before moving to stand up. Bradley kept close to you as you padded into the bathroom, always having a hand lingering on your skin, or his arms wrapped around you as you waited for the shower to turn warm, his lips attached to your shoulder and neck, pulling soft sighs of content from you.

Warm water engulfed the two of you, and Bradley sighed deeply as he felt his muscles relax gradually under the steam, low moans rumbling in his chest. “Are you hurt?” he looked down at your concerned face, and he smiled reassuringly “No, sweets, not hurt - just been crammed into the cockpit a lot,” he mumbled against your lips, letting his lips linger against yours, letting you take the lead this time.

Your arms wound around his neck, stretching your body out against his. Your tongue gently prodded at the seam of his lips, and he let you softly caress your tongue against his. At one point, the tip of his tongue fell between your plump lips, and you were quick enough to give it a soft suckle before letting it go - that drew a low moan from him, cock stirring again at the sensation.

“God, I’ve missed my beautiful girl,” he sighed softly as you broke away, still leaning your naked, wet body onto his as your fingers played with the wet hair at the nape of his neck. His hands caressed your sides, gently grasping at your tits every now and then, earning soft mewls from you. You kissed him lazily, feeling your body react to his touch so easily - he’d made you cum less than five minutes ago, and you were already feeling your core slick with arousal again.

“Please, baby,” Bradley pleaded against your mouth “Can I make you cum again, pretty girl?” nodding, you kissed him again, as he pressed your back into the cold tiles of the wall. His hand left it’s perch at your breast, caressing one of your thighs softly before hitching it over his hip, letting his thigh help support you as he used his other hand to cup your sex.

“Wet for me again, baby?” he cooed, smiling softly as he planted an open mouthed kiss against your mouth “Yes, all for you,” you sighed, feeling your body relax as he let his index rub slowly against your sensitive cunt.

“Have you missed my fingers, doll?” he hummed, letting one of his large fingers sink into you “Yes,” you mewled, letting your head tilt back against the tiles “Haven’t been able to get myself off since you left, Roos,” you pouted “couldn’t work myself with my fingers like you can,” you whispered, and Bradley groaned “Baby,” he moaned “you haven’t cum since I left you?” you shook your head, still pouting as that reality settled in.

“My poor baby,” he murmured, kissing at your neck, letting his finger sink in and out of you, your soft moans like music to his ears. “I’m home now, baby - I’ll take such good care of you, okay?” he reassured you, kissing your forehead, looking into your eyes, that held so much love and trust for him. You nodded mutely, and he knew you were thankful he was home, not only for him to take care of you like this.

“Feels so good when you touch me, Bradley” you moaned breathlessly as he added a second finger, the heel of his palm giving your clit just enough stimulation so it wasn’t overwhelming. “I always want to touch you, sweet girl,” Rooster replied, placing another sweet kiss to your swollen lips. As his pace picked up, you wound your fingers around his neck again, keeping his forehead pressed tight against yours as you felt that familiar tightness in your stomach.

Needy whines and whimpers fell from your lips as your breath stuttered and you tensed under Bradleys fingers “Shh, baby - it’s okay, let go for me, I’m here - I’ve got you. Give it to me, pretty baby,” he whispered against your lips, and that’s all it took for you to reach that high that had been building and building until it now finally snapped.

A long, drawn out, relaxed moan echoed over the sound of rushing water as you came on Bradley’s fingers, who were still pumping them slowly through your orgasm. “God, you’re so beautiful when you cum for me baby,” Rooster smiled, pecking your lips. You smiled, a little dazed from the high he just gave you. Bradley only smiled, slowly pulling you under the stream of water again, washing your body and hair with the products he knew you liked.

He made quick work of washing himself before he stepped out of the shower, retrieving two towels, quickly patting himself off and slinging the towel around his hips, before he gently wrapped the fluffy towel around your form as you exited the shower after him. He gingerly dried you off, taking his time to peck your lips every so often.

“C’mon, honey - should we heat up some food?”

As night fell, you found yourself perched in Bradley’s lap, talking softly about your time spent apart, eating the food Natasha had made sure you got, slowly sipping wine and sharing soft kisses.

“I love you,” Bradley mumbled for the umpteenth time, and still, your heart fluttered helplessly in your chest “I love you, too,” you smiled, placing a lingering kiss on his lips. Your hand was resting on his neck, sporadically stroking the hair there, alternating between small tugs and soft caresses. Reaching for a strawberry, Bradley slowly held it up against your lips, a small smile on his face that told you to indulge him.

He traced the strawberry slowly across your lips, pushing it between them, letting you nip the top off, before he brought the rest to his own mouth, biting off the rest. Reaching up, his lips captured yours in a kiss after he swallowed, tasting the sweet juice that lingered there.

The two of you sat cuddled in each others embrace for a long while, not wanting to succumb to the exhaustion that trickled into your minds - wanting to stay with each other. But ultimately, after your fifth yawn, Bradley slowly steered you towards the bedroom.

Climbing into bed, you whined at the loss off contact as Bradley rid himself of the robe he’d put on earlier, he smiled as he too climbed under the covers, turning the lights off before he quickly made his way over to you, letting his arms drape over your form.

“Please, don’t leave me,” you murmured sleepily as you snuggled into his embrace, and Bradley felt his heart lurch “No, I’m home now, sweetheart - I’m not leaving,” he kissed the top of your head softly, settling into the embrace and letting himself drift off to sleep.

It was one of those nights where neither of you got much rest, waking every so often to share soft sleepy kisses and whispered words of love. Sometimes you’d wake and find you’d rolled over to your side of the bed, and you’d have to seek out Bradley’s arms again to settle down, and likewise Bradley would find himself waking up every once in a while a little cold, seeing you sprawled out of his arms.

As moonlight filtered in through the windows, Bradley woke up once again, now spooning you. He blinked slowly, inhaling the scent of your hair before gingerly brushing it to the side to place soft kisses along the column of your neck. Your soft noise of pleasure told him you were in between sleep and consciousness too, and he gently sucked at the warm skin beneath his lips. Your hips instinctively canted backwards, your ass pressing into Bradley’s crotch, where his cock was already half hard from feeling your soft forms under his hands.

“Bradley,” your sleep ridden, needy whine had him groaning with pleasure “Yeah, baby?” his sleepy rasp shot straight to your core, and you licked your lips as his hand sneaked up to squeeze your tit. “Need you,” you confessed breathlessly, once again grinding your hips into his erection.

“Fuck…” his fingers pinched at your hardening nipple, drawing soft mewls from you as you ground your soaking cunt into him. Bradley’s lips ghosted over the bare skin of your shoulder as his fingers reached down to your pussy, spreading her open with his fingers to gather the slick there with his middle finger, circling your clit slowly as you moaned for him.

As a finger sunk into your wet core, you whined in frustration, brows furrowed and a pout forming on your lips “What’s wrong, pretty baby?” Rooster murmured against your skin “You okay?” you whimpered, needing something else, needing more. You squirmed a little as his fingers stilled “Do you want me to stop?” he kissed at your shoulder.

“No,” you felt petulant, almost, but in your sleepy state it was hard to pinpoint what it was. “Okay, baby” Bradley mumbled patiently, letting his fingers continue dragging against your slick walls, his thumb lazily circling your clit as you gathered your thoughts. “So pretty for me like this,” he spoke softly against your ear, catching your lobe in between his teeth, licking gently - making you whine again. “My pretty, pretty baby,” he breathed out, his fingers working in and out of your weeping cunt.

“Daddy,” you whined hesitantly, reaching your hand up to his hair, rocking yourself against his fingers. A drawn out moan flowed from Bradley’s parted lips, his body relaxing even more against yours, burrowing his face into your neck as he grunted, pressing his cock harder into your backside. His chest felt like it was exploding, his feelings catching in his throat, overwhelming him.

“Yes, daddy’s here, pretty baby, daddy’s got you,” Bradley’s voice was raw, his grip on you tighter as his fingers sank into you again. A soft sob tore from your throat as you cried out for him again “Daddy!” tears flowed freely now, and you were desperate to turn around, to see him. “I’m here, baby, I’m here,” Bradley cooed “Daddy’ll take such good care of you,” you nodded, a soft noise of agreement leaving your throat.

Your mind felt fuzzy as you relaxed in his strong arms, mewling as he cradled you, one hand softly massaging your breast, and the other slowly fucking into your pussy. His hand slowly retracted from it’s spot between your legs, before he pulled you up with him, settling you between his spread legs as his back rested against the headboard, and your back against his chest. Large hands graced your inner thighs, spreading them and splaying them over his own, kneading lovingly as your head fell back against his shoulder.

His fingers sank into your core again, his other hand tweaking your nipples and groping at your breasts. “Daddy,” you whimpered softly, squirming in his embrace “Hmm?” he tilted your head up towards his face, his fingers resting against your jaw as you moaned softly into him. He captured your soft lips in a slow kiss, swallowing all of your soft noises.

“Tell me what you need, sweet girl,” he whispered against your lips, his fingers still leisurely pumping in and out of you.

“Need you,” you licked your lips, nudging his nose with yours, needing to be so much closer to him. “You have me,” he smiled, placing another kiss to your parted lips. “Need you to fill me again, daddy,” you whimpered, clenching around his fingers at the thought.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, letting his fingers slip out of your slick heat, your legs still spread over his own. He held them up against your lips, and you eagerly sucked at his two fingers, swirling your tongue around them.

“Good girl.” Rooster praised, low in his throat, and he relished in the soft moan it pulled from your lips. Gently, he pulled you off of his chest, lifting you so you were facing him instead, guiding your legs apart with his own so that you were straddling him.

“You want daddy’s cock, is that it?” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips. “Want daddy to fill you up so good you forget your own name?” you closed your eyes and whimpered at the thought “Yes, daddy, please” you sounded so sweet for him, and he groaned softly. Taking his hard cock in his hand, he pumped himself slowly before helping you position yourself over him.

“Go on, sweets, take it,” he encouraged you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Your smaller hands settled on his broad shoulders, and slowly you sank down on his length, moaning at the stretching sensation.

As he bottomed out, you felt so stretched out, so filled to the brim by Bradley that you could barely think - your heart was pounding in your ears, breathing a little shallow as you took in the sensation of Bradley’s cock so deep in you, his pubic mound rubbing against your clit as you rutted your hips ever so slightly. The shooting pleasure made you shudder, and a small cry of ‘daddy’ left your lips again. You had slipped so quick, and it had been so long, you couldn’t quite grasp what to do to scratch the itch that you needed.

“C’mere, sweet girl, daddy’ll do the work,” Bradley rumbled, sitting up slightly, letting his arms circle your waist, hand splayed on your ribs as he slowly fucked into you. “That feel good, baby?” he murmured and you nodded “Uh-huh” biting your lip and squeezing at his shoulders.

“My little baby feeling so good stuffed full of daddy?” he was smiling, and it felt so good to see him smile at you, you were doing good. You nodded again, mewling softly and sighing in pleasure every time he bottomed out in you.

“Missed you, daddy,” you mumbled, letting your arms wind around his neck, his smile and his voice helping you out, your hips now moving in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, I missed all of you, fucking… beautiful girl, I love you,” Bradley moaned against your skin, overwhelmed by the emotion, overwhelmed that you gave your trust and love to him so quick, so freely after he’d been gone for so long.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he confessed softly, moaning as you pulled his face closer to your chest, letting him lick at your nipples as you rode him. “S’okay, daddy - I’m close too,” you murmured, tugging at his hair, the friction of his body against yours enough to have a slow heat flowing through you.

“I love you, daddy,” you moaned as Bradley rutted into you, his cock twitching as your core clenched around him “Fuck,” his voice sounded strangled as his hips stuttered, emptying himself into you for the second time that night. At the feeling of his hot seed coating your insides, feeling his cock so deep in your cunt, you came with a soft cry as Bradley held you in a tight embrace.

As you caught your breath, Bradley managed to scoot down so that he was lying, with you curled on top of him, fingers tracing sleepy patterns on his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bradley,” you sighed softly, kissing his sternum, and Bradley chuckled softly, humming slightly as he traced your spine with his fingers. “Should probably let you sleep,” he murmured and you nodded, already drifting off a little. “C’mon, should we clean you up?” he suggested but you shook your head. Morning would be here in only a little while. “Stay with me.” you said sleepily. “I am here, baby,”

“Sleep.” you mumbled “In me.” you pressed another kiss to his chest, laying your head down, letting your breathing even out. Bradley chuckled again, letting his hands rest on your back as he too closed his eyes.

“Whatever my pretty baby wants.”

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anadiasmount · 9 months

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someone requested i do a part two of bf! christian head cannons, so here you go! 🤭❣️

here’s part one.

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i just so know he’d find every reason to pull into bed in the morning. he’d groan and pull by the hand or waist into his embrace, where he repeatedly just kisses your head until you give up and fall asleep. “it’s cold without you baby. just stay here with me… a few more minutes…”

bf christian finding any reason to bring you back your favorite flowers and reece’s. we know he has early training so let’s say after he comes home from that or having a day out, he tells you to close your eyes as he sets the bouquet in front of you. “for the most beautiful girl in the world. i love you.”

bf christian where he begs for your attention. you could be working, reading, cooking, just sitting there watching tv, but he’s literally begging for your touch, claiming it calms him. and when you do, he’s so quick to relax and let go for you, wrapping you closer into him. “i needed this. hate when you ignore me baby…”

bf christian where he begs you to watch the rain with him. the day starts off sunny but i’m sure he’d pull the “it smells like it might rain love” and true to his word he’s right. but you can’t help it, the smell, the grey skies, the rain and thunder sounds, and most specifically how he kisses your knuckles.

christian finding any reason to visit you during work and bringing your favorite food for lunch. he’s come in on his day off or after training, with bags filled of food for both of you. spending the remainder of the day with you there. “the house is so dull and lonely without you. need to be with you at all times love.”

after sex, he’s just so cuddly and loving. taking care of you especially if he went to much. but you especially love when he draws shapes and scratches slightly on your bum. “so soft and mine… did so good for me… my good girl always…”

since christian has experience with tattoos he would persuade you to get one. a small one that means a lot. imagine if one was dedicated to him? he’d go insane, im sure if it… “baby whaaat? you did this for me?”

you surprising christian with a nipple piercing 😵‍💫😵‍💫 after being some time apart like now during pre-season, he’s undressing you and his eyes bulge at the small jewelry on your nipple. he’d be gentle and kiss around it not wanting to hurt you, all while you just grab the hairs on the back of his head, biting your lip. “this is so sexy… you have no idea y/n…” (you can ignore this if you’d like, but i saw a tiktok about it and thought of him 😂😂.)

when hanging out with his friends or yours, he’s either behind you, one hand hugging your waist or, him sitting down and your on his lap. he so clingy ik it 🫠😵‍💫

buying a polaroid camera together, and taking it everywhere you go. pictures of you two at the park, in the car, you at his games, friends and family. you just having albums and albums of pictures of every moment together 🥲🥲 “look here chris… look at your freckles baby! love them so much…”

him trying to impress you by making drinks he saw on instagram reels or tiktok, and you find it absolutely adorable at his concentrated face or him watching you taste test. his brows furrowed in, a hand under his chin.

him posting you anytime he gets the opportunity, captioning them with the cheesiest words or emojis. “my 🌎🙏… #1 since day one 🤞… look at her, isn’t she gorgeous? 😍”

him being nosy and wanting to know every move you make. “where are you going?… who are you talking with? can i go with? who texted you?” and you just being suspicious or not telling him to get him annoyed 😂😂

you hate it but secretly love it, but he tickles you whenever he has the chance. he loves hearing you let out a fit of giggles or snorts. he loves the sounds, and all he can do is laugh with you.

before he leaves for a away game, he makes sure to leave his hoodie smelling like him, because he knows how much you love his scent, and how you wear his hoodies around the house. you’d text him, thanking him for being such an amazing boyfriend, and him all shy, his teammates teasing him. “wear them please. just make sure to think of me…”

after a heated argument or fight, which rarely happen, your so quiet and ignore him, because you aren’t sure if he’s still upset or if he even wants to talk to you. crying and hiding in the guest room, attempting to distract yourself. all he can do is go crazy and tug his hair bc you aren’t speaking to him, because he’s desperate to fix things between you.

he would make it up to you though, or bise versa. but he would knock softly, hearing you shuffle around, and when he sees you wiping your tears he just holds you, his heart wrenching at your sobs and the way you hold onto him. “please tell me you forgive me? i can’t help but you not talking to me y/n… i’m sorry baby…”

him finding a funny meme or video and sending it to you. him just finding any initiative to just make you laugh or make your day better 🥲🥲

during a work event from a job, he’s just whispering how proud he is of you, and congratulating you of all your work. kissing you, despite wearing red lipstick, his hand rubbing up and down soothing your nerves before making a speech or etc. “i’m so proud of you and all your hard work baby. look how far you’ve come to today…”

christian always making you feel included and never left out. people just overall loving you and your personality, especially how you put other first before you, and how happy you make other feel. “come here baby… this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n… this is y/n my future wife…”

while doing your makeup he makes fun of you and tease you on how your positioned and sitting in front of the mirror. “aren’t you uncomfortable love? ik you’re trying to get pretty but i can get you a vanity with lights?”

refusing you to pay even for the smallest things. he loves to pay for everything but you have to convince him every now and then that a relationship goes both ways, but you appreciate it for him spoiling you 😵‍💫🫠 “no. i’m not letting you pay.” … “you payed last time christian!” … “idc. but you aren’t paying pretty girl…”

randomly giving you love letters he writes and listing the thing he loves about you. “i love the way your hair smells after the shower… i love the way you kiss me like no one is watching… i love when you randomly tell me stuff about your day… i love the way you love me…”

him and you sharing a shared playlist, but you being picky sometimes at his country music since you don’t really like it. but knowing christian he’d force you to listen to them to have a laugh. “oh cmon… it’s not that bad, just listen to the lyrics.”

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mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake · 1 year

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.:. A Ghost's Embrace .:.

Even though the rest of Task Force 141 understood that you were in fact with Simon, the two of you never displayed any affection in public. Feelings were dangerous and a liability in your line of work, having that information slip into an enemy's hand was a death sentence. And even though you and Simon had this agreement, he couldn't help but want to show everyone you're his, especially when Konig found comfort in your presence and would always be by your side. And it certainly didn't help when Price had paired you and Konig up for several upcoming missions. Ghost said nothing at the announcement, but his death glare was obvious.

The mission was successful, but not without civilian casualties and bloody injuries. An enemy had come up from behind you through the window, so you pushed yourself backward and out, the two of you tumbling down the roof. The plan was to use him as a cushion for your fall, the plan didn't involve him getting impaled on a steel rod and you barely able to move in time. The sharp protrusion sliced through your side like a hot knife. The gash was deep and the blood wouldn’t stop pouring, causing your vision to go blurry and dizzy. König grabbed your vest and pulled you to the side behind a concrete cover. Labored breaths left your lips. From all the screams the Austrian had heard in his military past, yours was the most heartbreaking when he secured the tourniquet around your midriff to keep you from bleeding out. Soap and Ghost showed up at the last minute to dispense the rest of the enemy soldiers, Ghost kneeling beside you.

»Simon,« he could see the fear in your eyes, he could hear it in your voice. »I don’t wanna die, Simon.«

»You won’t, sweetheart.«

The doctors in the Los Vaqueros infirmary worked tirelessly on your wound, making sure to keep you alive and stable, but you hadn’t woken up in a week, which was beginning to worry them and your teammates. And even though Ghost didn’t show his worry, he was internally panicking. He needed you in his life. You were the only sane part of his insane lifestyle, he couldn’t lose you.

You wake up attached to a machine that monitors your heartbeat. It shows a slight increase in speed as you wake up from your neverending slumber but quickly goes back to its regular rhythm. The hospital room is crude in design, you assume you’re in some army base hospital rather than an actual hospital. Your side is stitched and bandaged, and you can’t even feel the pain, but that must be due to the painkillers in your system. They make the room spin slightly as you stare at the ceiling. You wonder how long you’ve been out cold, are the others still here, or did they continue their lives and missions like nothing happened.

The door opens and reveals a woman in a white coat, her long brown hair tied in a high ponytail. Her eyes connect with yours and her serious expression changes to a wide smile.

»You gave us quite a scare, Mrs. Ri- sorry, I was told you prefer your call sign; Shock. I’m Josele Martinez, the chief medical doctor.«

Nodding absentmindedly, you wonder what she wanted to say before she corrected herself. Maybe she confused you with another patient, that could happen if the hospital is busy.

»How are you feeling?«

»Tired, like I was run over by a truck. And high.«

»We had to dose you with medication, even in your coma your heart was going crazy from the pain. You mind if I look at the wound?«

You slip your legs from underneath the covers and over the side of the bed, lifting your hospital gown enough for her to check.

»You’ll be good as new in a few weeks. It missed your vital organs.«

She changes the bandages and you take a few deep breaths to keep from moving too much. You ask her where you are and if anyone else is here as well.

»Yeah, Task Force 141 just came back with Alejandro.«

»I want to see them.«

She leads you down several corridors, your ears picking up a conversation between Ghost and the others when you’re near the mess hall. A man with a Spanish accent seems to be the loudest. Josele opens the door, all their eyes suddenly on her. Alejandro was just about to ask what the emergency is when you appear from behind her. Soap and Price smile in greeting, happy you’re finally among the living. A large smile adorns your bruised features and it’s what prompts Ghost to wrap his arms around you.

You snuggle into the warmth his strong body provides, your own hands on his chest. You hear him breathe in your scent and you do the same, exhaling a blissful sigh. He believed he would never hear or feel you again, a burden suddenly lifting from his shoulders.

Later that evening and after several meetings with the doctor almost calling you something other than your nickname, you get a visit from Ghost. He sits down beside your bed and rises you from your slumber. You turn the bedside lamp on and sit up, a tired smile on your face.

»You’re staying here for another week, no missions.« He sees you’re about to protest and hums, »that’s an order.«

A chuckle escapes your lips, »you know my rank is higher than yours, right?«

His gloved hand caresses your cheek, »I need you safe.«

His words make your heart melt, leaning into him for comfort. The door suddenly opens and a nurse enters, carrying some medication for you. She addresses you by your last name, except it’s not yours. Ghost goes rigid. The nurse finally leaves and you look at Simon.

»Riley, huh? I don’t remember marrying you.«

For a long moment, Ghost says nothing. For the first time in his life, he’s too afraid to look you in the eyes, too afraid to say something because his voice would betray him. You gently pull his mask off and touch his cheek, blue eyes now watching your every move. Closing the gap between you two, lips almost touching, you breathe out a single word. Ghost reacts by pressing his lips to yours.

»Yes.«

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adiluv · 4 months

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✦ : ❝ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 !

꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which he sees his first snow. 826 words.

꒰warnings꒱ possibly ooc, reader is inazuman, not fully edited.

꒰adi moment꒱ merry christmas and happy new years @realkavehgf! you're an insanely kind person, and i'm frfr wishing you the best for 2024! this was my first time writing anything specifically for kaveh, so i do hope that i did him some justice. hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀི১

Sumeru, as one might come to assume upon learning of the nation’s typical climate, has never exactly been known to experience cold weather. Quite the opposite, really, if you were being entirely honest with yourself; if your time spent traversing the Dendro Goddess’ domain were to ever be considered a trustworthy testament.

Hot was… an understatement, to say the least. A crude one, at that, almost akin to a dry joke that you might overhear while attempting to navigate the bazaar during one of the more unbearable summer days, sweaty palms just barely managing to maintain their grip on your groceries, the sun beating down on you with such intensity that you’d fear that your clothing would become soaked by the time you managed to return to the comfort of your small apartment.

Truthfully, it was no surprise that Kaveh had never once seen snow. Expected, even, long before he came to admit the fact of his own accord, the both of you lying within his bed as you mourned your first winter away from home, gentle hands pulling you close, almost comfortable enough within his embrace to disregard just how uncomfortably warm the temperatures remained during—what should’ve been—one of the coldest months of the year.

It was convenient, then, that he’d receive an invitation to Mondstadt City during the midst of the season, the Favonius library (of which you’d heard its librarian was a rather mysterious woman who’d attended the Akademiya alongside your lover) eager to host such an accomplished Kshahrewar scholar like himself.

The both of you jumped at the opportunity, albeit for different reasons. The notion of inspiring future architects did, after all, hold quite a large appeal, doubly so considering the scrutiny that the arts had faced under the previous Grand Sage’s rule; and you’d never before been given the chance to visit the Nation of Freedom, either, what with the Vision Hunt Decree weighing so heavily over your ability to sightsee.

Besides, getting to witness your beloved’s face practically pressed up against the window of your shared hotel room, expression overtaken by sheer admiration as he admired the snowfall… Certainly was an added bonus. Especially so when it landed the both of you where you were now, gently tugging at his gloved hand as the both of you took a stroll through the desolate streets, the moon having long taken its rightful place within the sky.

Especially so when his cautious inquiry finally melted away into a gentle sense of elation, arms fully outstretched for second-long intervals before being pulled towards his face, gorgeous crimson eyes admiring the designs of the tiny flakes tangled up within the scarlet yarn.

Yes, especially so when you’d impulsively moved to gather up some snow as his back was turned towards you, hitting him directly between the shoulder blades as he admired the latest batch caught on his clothing, the both of you soon running to find cover from the barrages of snowballs being sent each other's way; initial inhibitions wholly abandoned as you fought to gain the upper hand.

… Not that it was even that hard. Kaveh had certainly been put at a disadvantage, shuffling through the snow like a fish out of water, the heavy layers he’d simply insisted on wearing only serving to drag him further down into the snow.

“Dearest,” he huffs, breath wisping out of his mouth as he moves to duck behind the fountain, mittens haphazardly grabbing onto as much snow as they can as he makes his descent. With the distance, you miss the way that his golden hair has begun to stick onto his forehead, the way that he has to readjust his scarf in order to allow more air to flow through as he pulls himself back up. “I love you, truly, but please do go a bit easier—”

His final words are cut off by the sound of a snowball slamming directly onto his face, your own eyes widening as the excess falls to the floor, lips thinned in an attempt to restrain your laughter as you emerge from behind a crate.

Scrunching up the snow he’d obtained into one of his hands, the other moves up to wipe off the rest of the offending substance, shaking off what he can from his seemingly star-speckled clothing. His teeth chatter, pale skin taking on a pink-ish hue, and you’re halfway to stammering out an apology to his uncharacteristically stiff figure before you notice the lank smile that’s tugging at his lips.

You’re hardly even given the chance to react before he retaliates, shock written across your features as your vision is obscured, body reeling back just as another one manages to make contact with your arm, hurriedly retreating only for one to collide into your back.

… His aim might just be better than you give him credit for. Though it’s hard to be mad when his laugh sounds so melodic.

“Oh, it’s so on.”

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trickstarbrave · 3 months

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hi im insane still so i wrote smth up

its not rly proof read. sorry abt that.

this is from @mulberrycafe's fic fool's prayer. i just have evil!voryn on the brain REAL bad.

Nerevar blinked. He was no longer in his office, but outside in a courtyard. It was…. Peaceful. The rushing anxiety of being in his office was being washed away by fluffy white clouds passing by. It wasn’t cloudy or with an ash storm blowing, as it usually was in Morrowind, especially after Red Mountain’s eruption. A few birds could be heard in the distance too, adding to the soft, peaceful atmosphere.

Nerevar wanted to relax. He was tired. So very, very tired. Tired of running the country and fighting the council every step of the way. Tired of trying to make life better for his people and being blocked. Every time he wanted to try and do something good, there was endless squabbling. Distractions came up instead, as the houses fought with each other, refusing to put aside old rivalries for everyone’s benefit. It was like pulling teeth trying to get anything done--and when he did lose his temper, the councilmen pointing at him and blaming him.

“It’s your fault Red Mountain erupted, when you destroyed the tribunal’s rule.” Some would blame. “Why haven’t the Good Daedra resolved it then? If there is mercy from them, they would have solved the problem. We could go back to VVardenfell. We could be a great nation again. But instead we continue to beg for scraps at the altar of gods. The Good Three have made their point clear: we are to suffer the trials. Therefore, everyone suffers with us. It’s naivety to presume we can help them with stupid acts of charity.”

He had no energy anymore. His limbs felt too heavy to move. Vivec said he admired Nerevar’s ability to always be optimistic and hopeful, but Nerevar was beginning to run out of steam.

Things were easier, in the days of Resdayn; they had a common enemy to unite against, after all. The Great Houses could set their squabbling and infighting aside long enough to drive the nords out, and then welcomed the prosperity Nerevar brought afterwards as they rebuilt the nation.

“Neht,” Nerevar heard Voryn call for him, and he refused to turn.

He knew what this was. Another attempt to win him over. Another attempt to crack his resolve. Nerevar didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He didn’t know how many times he could drive him away. Nerevar hated how Voryn was starting to, in some twisted way, make sense. And even more importantly, Nerevar hated having to hurt the man he loved over and over, even if it was for the good of everyone.

Arms wrapped around him again, a cold chill, as always. “You won't even look at me now?” Voryn asked, nuzzling into his hair from behind.

“I’m tired of these games, Voryn.” Nerevar tried desperately to keep his voice level and firm. “I’m not changing my answer.” Voryn gave a dark, deep chuckle, the type of tone Nerevar adored.

He was afraid if he turned around, he would crack. He was terrified if he looked at the face of his beloved, his resolve would crumble and he’d throw his arms around Voryn, kissing him for all he was worth.

“I’m not playing a game.” Voryn whispered softly in his ear, breath tickling the sensitive skin and making his ear twitch. “I want to give you everything you have ever wanted, Nerevar.”

“No, you--”

“I want to give you a peaceful country.” Voryn cut him off, continuing with that slow, deep voice in his ear, rubbing circles on his stomach. “I want to stop those councilors from using you… Because I love you.”

“This isn’t love!” Nerevar stressed, his hands shaking fists at his side as he actively fought the desire to sink into the embrace.

“Yes, it is.” Voryn whispered again, sharper in his ear. “The love I have had for you for thousands of years.” Nerevar shut his eyes tightly now. “And I know you love this country, Neht. I’ve known all this time. That’s why I love it too. That’s why I want to help you.”

“This isn’t helping me.” Nerevar grit, fighting the urge to scream or sob.

“I want to give you so much more than just a peaceful country too, Nerevar.” That soothing voice was trying to melt the tension off his body, but Nerevar refused to relax. If he did, it would be over, he reminded himself. He couldn’t be weak in front of Voryn with what Voryn was capable of. “I want to soothe all your worries, love and support you in the way you deserve…”

Nerevar refused to respond. He couldn’t find the words--not when Voryn sounded so soft and sweet in his ear, whispering like a gentle lover. It was the same tone of voice he used to soothe all of Nerevar’s injuries in the past, the same tone when he reassured and comforted Nerevar, and the same tone he used when they would make love.

“Ayem hardly even took care of you back then,” Voryn continued, now bringing one hand up to rub his shoulder soothingly. “But she at least helped you govern. Helped keep people in line.” Nerevar shivered slightly as he felt teeth graze his ear ever so slightly. “I can help you with that. I can keep the council in line… All as you will it, my beloved.”

He knew it was a lie. A sweet, sweet lie. If it was Nerevar’s will, he wouldn’t have hurt the Good Daedra. If it were his will, Voryn would have stopped by now. If it was his will…

“I can even give you what she refused.” Voryn smirked against his skin now. “Love, devotion…” Voryn pressed a kiss behind his ear, watching it twitch again. “... And even a family.”

Nerevar’s eyes shot open at that, his heart racing in his chest, only to find himself no longer in the courtyard, but inside the temple. It was in a well decorated room, quite, a tranquil warmth radiating throughout the whole room that tugged on his heartstrings.

In front of him was a traditional chimeri hammock for infants, a little bundle inside it. Nerevar found himself unable to blink, his body all but screaming at him to move. His whole body shook and his legs felt weak, his heart beating even faster in his chest.

“Don’t you want this?” Voryn asked, his voice soft and pleading now, almost saddened. “I can give you the family you wanted, Neht…” Nerevar’s hands unclenched as his hands yearned to reach out. “A beautiful family, as large or as small as you wish… Raised with love and care, in a country that is finally full of peace and prosperity…” His eyes remained fixated on the small bundle, slowly beginning to move.

“Why don’t you hold our son?” Voryn asked him, and Nerevar found himself unable to stop his feet from moving, bringing him closer and closer as the infant began wiggling around and fussing in earnest, having woken up from his nap.

In his arms, they felt even more real: alive and the perfect weight in his arms, filling him with warmth. Soft black waves were on his head, as he blinked up at Nerevar with large, blue eyes and giggled, reaching for him. Tears rolled down Nerevar’s cheeks as he leaned down to nuzzle against the baby, overwhelmed.

Nerevar wanted this. He wanted it so badly it felt like his chest was being ripped out. He wanted a family with the man he loved. He wanted children of his own. He wanted to just be selfish for once, and have something all to himself.

When he was king in the past, he was denied being a father, despite how much he had always wanted to be. His marriage with Ayem, while politically beneficial, was strained in most of the personal aspects. Almalexia had her own lovers and concubines to tend to her, and saw little purpose in sleeping with Nerevar, even to produce a child. Even the Indoril council said they didn’t want to bother with having a child, not when they could pick a better heir that suited their political goals. Instead he was always just told to find someone else to have a child with if he wanted to be a parent that badly.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. He was king, yes, but he wasn’t of noble blood; he lacked the political power to fully protect them. Nerevar refused to selfishly have a child he knew he couldn’t protect and let them get hurt or killed just to spite him by some political enemies.

And yet… That wish never truly died. That desire never went away. It was always there, in the back of his mind, gnawing at his psyche. He was tired of being king only to create more problems and enemies for himself. He was tired of fighting off assassins and attackers. He was tired of going to bed alone. He was tired of giving everything he had for nothing in return.

And then the weight in his arms was gone, as Nerevar found himself not in a nursery but instead in complete blackness instead.

“No…” Nerevar begged, tears still rolling down his cheeks. It felt like his heart was being ripped out and crushed. It had been so real--Nerevar could still feel the phantom warmth in his arms, hear the sound of laughter. “Voryn, please--!” His arms instead curled up around him, trying in vain to comfort himself and failing as he openly sobbed.

“Shh…” Voryn whispered, stroking his hair from behind. “Why don’t I give you time to think about my offer instead?” Voryn asked. Typically, Voryn was pushy in these dreams, trying desperately to make Nerevar give in. Now that he was falling apart in front of him, he seemed to be taking a different approach.

Nerevar didn’t know if that was a good sign or not. Not when he was still grieving. Not when he was crying and sobbing, wishing more than anything that such a sweet dream was real.

“Nerevar!” Nerevar’s eyes shot open again, tears still running down his cheeks, to see a Vivec staring down at him rather than the piercing red eyes of Voryn as he half expected. “Nerevar,” Vivec, seeing as he had finally woken him up, wiped the tears from his face. “It’s alright…” He murmured, trying desperately to soothe him.

Nerevar, his emotions still raw, wrapped his arms around Vivec and sobbed once more.

He didn’t know if Vivec knew why he was crying. Nerevar was too ashamed to say, and too hurt to give a coherent answer even if he wanted to.

He didn’t know how much more he could take of this, even as Vivec held him close, rubbing his back in slow circles, trying to comfort him.

His heart was breaking.

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