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cavity-exe · 7 months

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Kiss me Animal

This has been in my drafts way too long with me very slowly updating it. I haven't written in a long time and this is honestly super self indulgent. I just need more plus size readers with Brian in my life

Warnings- Reader is described to have tits and cunt and is called pretty girl. P in V, praise kink, Brian definitely being ooc and a simp for soft chubby girls, fight me. I think that's it, I tried to make it friendly for all the plus sized girlies to read so if I missed any warnings or unfriendlies just lemme know :3

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It'd been a long day

A really long fucking day, anything that could have went wrong absolutely did. Brian sighed as he kicked off his boots, the soles making a heavy thunk as they hit the wooden floor. He flopped back onto their old couch, arms resting on top of it as his head leaned back. A hand wiped down over his face as he let out a groan recalling all the events that had occurred today.

It was supposed to be a simple mission really, take out two people and wipe up any evidence the two had gathered. This sort of thing shouldn't have even required all three of them, and yet it was the messiest job they'd done in a long while. Tim triggered the back door alarm which could have worked in their favor if they had known where in the house the victims were, they didn't. A chair got taken to the back of Tim's head collectively knocking him out for a bit. Of all things Toby had to be threatened with was a blow torch, the fire of course freaking him out and causing him to stumble into Brian.

Another groan left the man as he shook his head, cringing at just how clumsy all three of them had been. Of course they did what needed to be done, but the drive back was tense as fuck with the other two being royally pissed off about how everything had gone down.

Brian was over the whole thing, wanting to just let it roll off his back and move on with his day. The blonde lazily sat up, throwing his hoodie off and onto a chair as he walked into the cabins little kitchenette. It was almost a surprise to see someone else there, forgetting for a quick moment that it wasn't just him and the other two men in the cabin anymore. He eyed you as you didn't seem to notice his presence, which wouldn't be the first time for Brian anyways. You'd been here for a few months, the operator unfortunately having taken a liking to you and directing you to their cabin of all areas.

Brian's eyes washed over your plump form, it looked like you had just rolled out of bed, hair unkempt and a loose t-shirt falling off your shoulder. His eyes went lower, a tight lil pair of black shorts were hugging your ass and chubby thighs. He hated those tiny little shorts, though you obviously seemed to love them since you wore them so God damn often. Maybe if you hadn't Brian would have talked to you more, no excuses for his mind or eyes to start wandering, though even he knew that was a lie. The man still couldn't hold conversation with you even when out doing work, and you wore cargo pants for fucks sake.

Brian looked off to the side, not wanting to be a creep as he cleared his throat to get your attention. It seemed like that was always his goal though, not wanting to appear as some sort of creep to you. It annoyed him to no end, he was the smooth talker out of their group, if they had to talk to a victim he was the first to go without a problem.

"Hey, how'd it go?". You didn't turn to face him as he walked up to the counter, pouring himself a mug of coffee. Glancing at your face, you almost looked annoyed with the slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.

"It uh, definitely could've gone better, the other two went out to go cool off from it actually". You looked over to him amused, sipping at your own mug with a nod, eyes slipping down him for a brief second before quickly looking away.

"You alright? Look like you been sleeping all day, and doesn't look like it was a good sleep". He let out a soft chuckle, at the grimace that came over your face with a shake of your head.

"Yeah I'm alright, though sleeping would've been much more accomplishing honestly". You sighed out while setting your mug in the sink. Brian raised an eyebrow at that, more accomplishing?

Watching you walk out of the kitchen, his eyes trailed down once again, before letting out a cough to himself and looking away.

This was usually how it went since you started staying with the three of them. Sure the two of you had held a few conversations late at night on the couch, but you just seemed to hold much longer talks with Tim and Toby, Tim of all people? Brian felt like he was honestly losing his touch. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, thick comforter shifting underneath him as he stared at the ceiling. His body shifted as his mind easily wandered to past images of your body, his hand going over his face at how easily worked up he seemed to be lately. Maybe he just needed a good fuck?

Though, when even was the last time he got laid? Too long apparantly as he groaned trying to remember before slipping a hand down his sweats. He let out a huff as he wrapped a fist around his half hard cock, immediately an image of those tiny black shorts coming to mind.

He swallowed thickly as he slowly pumped up and down, wetting his bottom lip as he imagined your soft thighs spilling out of fabric. How they dug into your flesh when you sat on the couch across from him. He loved how when you sat down the soft skin of your tummy bunched up over your hip and spilled out of whatever bottoms you had on. He let out a low groan, imagining how soft you'd feel against him, thumb running over the head of his cock, smearing the drip of precum over his member.

His head tilts back against the pillow, a soft wet slap being heard around the room. He let's out a grunt, imagining the jiggle of your ass as you ran in front of him, fuck if only co-

Knock, knock knock

Eyes snapped open at the light rap on his door, an annoyed low grunt leaving him as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Trudging to the door and opening it, about to give whoever it was a fuck off.

"H-hey, um sorry I know it's late."

The annoyed look on Brian's face quickly fell, suddenly aware of how his sweats hugged around his crotch he leaned himself away from the door frame as best as he could.

"Oh no don't worry about it, I wasn't asleep anyways. Did you need something?" He smiled down at you as calmly as he could trying to appear as relaxed as he could. He scanned your body as quickly as he could, fuck you had another pair of those damn shorts? Another color but it didn't matter, you were at his door in those tight lil things with a snug tank top on. He gulped slightly as he watched your chest rise and fall, watching how your flesh threatened to spill out over the fabric. How it hugged your soft sides and hips and waist and holy fuck he could see your hard nipples clearly through it.

"You have a bad staring problem, yknow that Brian?."

Hazel eyes snapped back up to your face that held a small smile. Brian felt his face heat up as he coughed into his fist.

"Fuck sorry, could you repeat yourself? Maybe I'm more tired than I thought". Playing it off with a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, stepping closer to him and into the door frame.

"I'm not that oblivious, you know that right?" Your hand came up to rest on his chest with a playful smile. Brian had to stare at you for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of your hand on his bare skin had his head reeling.

The next few moments were a blur of you getting tugged into the bedroom, big hands gripping at the soft flesh on your hips. Your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into a kiss had Brian almost melting, pushing you against his door as he felt you up. Surprised as soft lips moved against his own excitedly.

It felt like Brian couldn't touch enough of you, wanting more of your soft flesh to squish between his fingers. A low groan left him as you tugged at his bottom lip, his hand pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hips. A shudder went through him as you ground yourself against his lap.

Lips trailed down your soft jaw and neck, his hands going lower to squeeze at your ass while he sucked just above your collar. The soft whimpers leaving your parted lips every time he sucked on your skin had him grinding himself back against you.

"Fuck pretty girl, don't know how long I've wanted to feel you like this." He pulled away from your marked neck. A hand was brought up to your face and he let out an amused hum at the warmth coming from your cheeks. You let out a little pant before smiling at him.

"I should've shown up at your door late at night a lot sooner then huh? I guess I just didn't ever wanna interrupt your lil one on one times with yourself." You had a sly smile as you scrunched your nose up at him. Brian dropped his head with a slight chuckle, quickly gripping your other thigh and hoisting you up. He let out a laugh at the the yelp that came out of you.

"What a fucking tease, you knew all this time and didn't even wanna help a guy out? Maybe I should just leave you high and dry tonight then." He gave you a serious stare but it was a fucking lie. There was no way Brian was gonna choose not to sink into your soft form and watch you come undone. Annoyingly you seemed to already know that as you smiled at him.

"Just take me to the bed already, we both know thats not happening".

Brian could have said something sarcastic but did as told anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed so you were perched on his lap all pretty. His hands couldn't help but find place on your soft hips, thick fingers sinking into the doughy skin. His fingers found the fabric of your shorts, tugging them down and off of you, a small smirk forming on his lips at the sight of the pretty little thong you had on underneath.

You rested your hands on his chest, gliding them up and down the bare skin before dragging down to the top of his sweatpants.

Brian had to hold back a groan as you shifted against him. A sigh leaving him as you held onto his shoulders, his own hands tugging you closer as you ground into him. Half lidded eyes glanced up to your face, lips parted and your eyes downcast as you watched yourself move against him.

He felt like he was a in a haze as he watched you, hands gripping onto you like they never wanted to let go. He brought a hand up to your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss your lips. Brian guided your hand back to his sweats, letting you tug them down to let his cock out. A sigh left him through his nose as you got right back to grinding against him, his cock catching on your damp panties every so often. A low chuckle goes through his chest at the sound of your whines, reaching a finger down to tug your panties aside. Rough hands gripped tightly onto your hips, beginning to guide your movements as his cock slid back and forth between your wet folds, the tip of his cock bumping against your clit every so often.

You found yourself on your back suddenly, head sinking down into a pillow as you blinked up at the blonde. It almost seemed predatory how he hovered over you, flushed lips panting as his eyes raked over your form. His hand almost smacks down onto your thigh with how rough he grips it, watching the fat squeeze through his fingers before moving your thighs apart and moving himself inbetween them.

Brian gulped as he watched your chest rise and fall underneath him, the way you looked laying there had his head racing with too many scenarios of everything he wanted to do to you.

"Please?". Just one word had him almost losing it, he'd imagined himself teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore countless times, but right now he couldn't seem to find the patience. Brian has to almost hold back a groan as he grips his cock, pushing it against your wet hole a few times before finally sinking in. The whine that leaves you has him huffing out a laugh as he catches his breath, grip tight on your hips as he lets you adjust.

It's truly a sight to see for Brian, thighs spread open around him, tank top bunched up on top of your soft tummy, the fabric stretched to the side and letting your tits almost spill out. He watched as your hands came up to paw at his chest, a lopsided grin forming on his lips as you mouthed his name. He didn't need anymore than that to start quickly putting into you, a grunt and a pant leaving him every few thrusts.

"Feel so soft under me pretty girl, fuck, just like I imagined." Rough hands squeezed at your thighs and hips, trailing up to your tummy despite the whines leaving you.

"Really don't understand how many times I've thought about fucking this soft cunt, so fuckin warm and tight and so god damn wet. Do you hear the filthy sounds your little cunt is making for me?." One of his hands left your thighs, coming up to grip your jaw in his hand so you could look up at him, smiling down at you like the cocky fuck he is. It felt like words were stuck in the back of your throat as he fucked you, your mouth opening a few times but no more than a moan leaving you. He grins with a harsh pant, hand leaving your jaw as it reaches down to suddenly tug at your nipple, a yelp leaving you.

"Oh I knew you could still talk, come on pumpkin, wanna hear you. Gotta use your big girl words for me."

The way he was talking to you was certainly doing something to you, talking in that sweet loving tone, his words drawn out, and yet it felt like he was mocking you. A louder moan leaves you as he moves to grip one of your thighs, holding it up against his hip so he can fuck into you deeper.

"Come on, tell me how it feels won't you baby?."

Fast pants and whimpers are leaving you before you can finally get your words to work. "S'feels good! Feels good Brian!."

He can't help but almost laugh at how whiny it comes out, rutting into you faster as he leans down against you.

"Aw atta girl, I knew you could do it pumpkin." The whine that leaves you before hiding your face into his shoulder is enough to make him finally laugh. Still gripping onto your thigh he slows down his pace, feeling himself getting worked up just a little too fast. He leans down just a bit more next to your ear, breathy voice the only other thing you can focus on other than his cock.

"You like when I call you sweet lil names huh sweetheart? Can't hide it with the cute sounds you make everytime I call you something. Is that all I need to do to get you to listen and talk to me hm? Call you baby, pumpkin or tell you just how good you are for me?."

Brian was really just rambling at this point, the slow drag of his cock slipping in and out of your warm cunt had his head feeling hazy. He was barely registering the way your nails slowly dug into his shoulders the more he talked.

"Don't worry baby, you can be my good girl every night." Finally leaning back up, he holds your cheek in his hand, taking a deep breath as he picks his pace back up again. He watches tears well up in your eyes, how warm your cheek is against his hand from embarrassment was going straight to his cock. His lips were on yours suddenly, the kiss messy and wet with drool seeping down your lips. Eyes were half lidded, watching the other before Brian pulled away, thumb coming up to swipe the drool back into your mouth. A heavy pant left him as he sunk his thumb into your mouth, resting it on your tongue as he groaned. He kept it there as his thrusts became short and quick.

"Need to feel you cum around me pretty girl, wanna watch you make a complete mess of yourself." Fingers slipped down in-between the both of you, two fingers coming down to your clit and rubbing in slow small circles. The arch in your back had him speeding up his fingers, grin never leaving his face as he watched your eyes screw shut.

"Fu-fuck, I-."

"Go ahead sweetheart, lemme feel you." Just one more sweet little name was all you needed apparently as you let out a whiny moan, thighs shuddering in his grasp. Both hands came to grip your waist as he grunted, quick curses leaving him before he was spilling into you.

Your hand ran over your forehead and layed above you as you panted, staring up at the ceiling as you listened to the blonde pant beside you. You glanced over at him, arm laying over his chest as he seemed to also be in a daze. Watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed before glancing over at you too. The boyish smile that formed on his lips was enough for you as you smiled back.

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Comments super appreciated cause I really wanna get back into writing, especially for marble hornets. Also yes this is set in an AU where they work for the operator, I'm sorry but it's easy and I'm dumb for them

#hoodie x reader #brian thomas x reader #marble hornets x reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #x reader #proxies x reader #marble hornets smut #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x chubby reader #creepypasta x plus size reader #yes ik they arent creepypasta but dont lie you know you bunch them together sometimes too LMAO

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ashes-writing-corner · 8 months

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So...I've been agonizing over whether or not I should post this, since I'm kinda new to this whole thing. I've written fanfiction in the past, but I haven't written a reader insert like ever, and I'm not really big on the whole CoD franchise, though I do find the characters intriguing.

That being said, I'm just gonna put this out here, and hope somebody likes it. I've seen a lot of knight Ghost AUs but I don't think I've seen anyone do this just yet: Dragon Ghost or Dragon-Shifter Ghost.

This was heavily inspired by the movie I am Dragon, which is an amazing film and I highly, HIGHLY recommend it. It's in Russian but the version I had was an English dub but you can also watch it with subtitles too I think. So a little bit of spoilers for the movie here. Sorry...

Warnings: swearing, Ghost drops the f bomb, and brief mentions/hints of burning alive but non-descriptive.

Hope you like. Please be nice, as this is a first for me.

Ghost of the North

Imagine the tales they would go on to tell. Older, less open minded folks would say it was a shame. A bride choosing to fly away from her wedding in the claws of a monster. But yet, you chose him nonetheless.

Your heart nearly soared as you saw him fly over the gathered crowds of people in your small kingdom. They parted as he approached, running in fear and terror. But not you.

Not you.

You knew better.

You parted your arms to the great black scaled beast as his talons seemed to extend, grabbing your waist to carry you off.

It didn't matter what you yourself wanted now. There wasn't any going back. You had sung the song, summoned him, and now only his ancestry spoke to him. It was time to take a bride, to continue the cycle of his people, the Ash-Born.

He carried you off like a rag doll, the world falling away at your feet as the dragon took you higher. From his talons you couldn't see his face, but you had seen the signature white scales that seemed to form a death's head when he came for you. You knew this was him. Your beloved Simon, the so-called Ghost of the North.

He carried you all the way back to the island you had become so familiar with, you could call it home. Your heart pounded in your chest as your beloved dragon flew into one of the caverns to a chamber with a large circular flat structure. You had done your damndest to avoid this particular chamber when you were here, especially when he had told you what it was. One part a marriage bed, one part a sacrificial altar.

Ghost practically threw you on to it, hardly a care that the landing was rough. Cold hard stone met your back and you landed with a loud "oof".

"Think you could've done that a little better" you wanted to say as you winced from the pain in your back.

But now was definitely not the time for humor. Ghost peered down at you, his eyes glowing in the dark, but they still held something remotely human. His growl was a low rumble, as his chest and neck began to glow with flame. You thought it was beautiful.

You thought he was beautiful.

Ghost leaned his large scaled and horned head down, ready to set you aflame. His muzzle was only inches away. Your sacrifice was necessary to the survival of his kind. From his flame and your ashes, a new life would be formed…

Or so he thought before he felt your hands on either side of his face and your lips touched his mouth.

Ghost went wide eyed, the glow in his neck and chest fading from the shock. What the hells did you just do?! What were you thinking?! Why did it feel so ni-

No! No! No! This was NOT supposed to happen! The dragon moved away, shaking his head from the shock, roaring and growling in discontent. No…no this wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen! You were doing this wrong! He looked away, wide eyed, roaring as he was struggling to process what in the hells just happened.

"Simon, stop! Please!" Your voice sounded with concern, getting his attention.

The name…his name. The name YOU had given him the first night he had brought you here. Ghost, no, Simon stopped his panic only a moment as you stood and slid from the altar. You were coming to him…

"Don't you FUCKING come near me!" He roared, though he doubted you understood him like this.

Your expression was so soft, borderline pity. He looked down and away, unable to bring himself to face you like that. He hated when you did that, even if it couldn't be helped. He growled low, a warning from deep within his throat.

"Simon…my poor, sweet Simon. You've been feared for so long that you really don't know or understand what it's like to be loved" you kept your gaze on the great black beast before you.

A beast you once used to fear. One that, by all rights, you still should have feared. But you knew Simon. Your Simon wouldn't hurt you. From the very beginning he hadn't wanted to. He had told you himself he had fought that instinct, as he could've burned you that first night.

Simon backed away, still growling. It wasn't you he was afraid of. The feelings you inspired within him were too much. Something inside seemed to switch, and he couldn't figure it out. Something was wrong. Something was broken and, for once, he couldn't fix it. Unable to fully comprehend it, the Ghost of the north lashed out again.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Get back on that altar NOW!" He roared, and you stopped moving.

Good, at least he scared you a little.

However, it didn't stop you. You didn't see some monster when you looked at him, especially not like this. He was struggling, something in him was hurting, and you wanted to help. He needed your help, whether he admitted it or not.

"Human…dragon…Simon or Ghost, I love you no matter who or what you are" you told him, keeping your tone soft and even, a soft smile forming on your face as you finally told him.

The dragon stopped panicking, either from intrigue or fatigue you didn't know. But at least now you knew he was listening. You had his attention. He was still wide eyed and breathing hard, but he was listening, trying so hard to understand. It was like a puzzle with jagged edges.

You kept your breathing calm as you started to kneel on both knees before him. Your arms extended slightly. The soft smile never left your face, and the dragon felt his heart race. There was a longing there. Those feelings you had inspired…they were so nice, although he was hesitant to say so. And you were willing to keep giving them to him? It still didn't make sense in his mind like this, but it was coming to him. He watched you, his gold eyes still shining in the dark.

"We can do anything you want" your eyes were a little wet at that, "I just don't want you to lose yourself or leave me. And you're not alone anymore. Please, Simon…let me help you understand. I want to help you understand. I mean it. I love you".

His expression was unreadable, and intentionally so. He didn't want to hurt you. Deep down, he never truly did. He was simply following the ways of his kind. It was instinct. But maybe, it didn't have to be that way. Maybe he didn't have to hurt you.

Maybe there was something better…

Simon took a hesitant step towards you, and then another. His gold eyes found yours once more, and there was nothing but love in them.

"Simon…I can't live without you. I can't. I tried but even back home, you were all I could think of. My time here was all I could think of" you paused for a moment, a loud thumping in your ears, "you're my home, Simon, and I want to stay home. Please".

His heart was throbbing in his chest, loud and hard. He was certain you could hear it. You had become a central part of his home. For countless years he had lived solely as a dragon, believing that was all he was. But you, this little human, this little temporary thing, had taught him what it meant to be so vulnerable and human. Simon inched closer, his eyes now staying entirely on you. You didn't even flinch as he came closer, didn't move at all. Looking up slightly, you noticed a faint pulsing light in his chest.

His heart. His once untouchable thing. Somehow you had weaseled your little way in and made it your home. The sound it made was a beautiful one to you, a mix of a heartbeat and a warm, crackling fire.

He truly was fire made flesh…

You were surprised as Simon gently put his great head into your lap. He was so careful to not crush you or get you with one of his horns. He took in your scent, resting his head on you. A soft sound like a purr rose from him. Simon blinked slowly, now putting his entire trust in you, in your word.

"Give me more…please. Let me feel that again…" he practically begged in his mind.

That soft feeling you gave him was so intoxicating and Simon wanted to feel it again. You smiled softly, your hands gently running down the sides of his muzzle and head. He was absolutely melting inside, an unfamiliar bliss felt at your every caress filled his being.

"Simon…my Simon" you whispered softly, though it echoed alongside his heartbeat throughout the cavern.

Your Simon. He oddly liked the sound of that.

He purred more, nuzzling your chest and lap softly.

"Let's just stay like this for a little while. I just need a little time to get used to you like this" you said, leaning down and putting your own head on his as your hands softly caressed the striking white scales of his face.

"I'd like that…I'd like that a lot" he replied internally as he closed his eyes.

Peace fell over the cavern, and for the first time in a long time, two souls finally felt like it was home. And home was where you both would stay…

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So yeah I hope you guys liked that. As I mentioned I'm seriously nervous about this, as it's my first ever reader insert. I tried to make it as neutral and non descriptive as possible so that anyone can hopefully enjoy it. Thank you for reading. Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated.

I will be going back to In the Heart of Winter very soon. I've just very much needed a break cause life has been super busy lately. Thank you again!

#fanfiction #call of duty #ghost call of duty #dragons #dragon au #fantasy #reader insert #ghost x reader

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dapper-shipping-forever · 1 year

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KISS ASK MEME 16 W GILLVASH??????

I've also been thinking about babies and well combined these two thoughts

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Gillian wasn't in their room when Vash came back.

He sighed; he'd kinda expected this. His wife knows she's supposed to be taking it easy right now yet she also, and he says this with incredible fondness, has the attention span of a worm and tends to wander away. He'd have to find her.

Several months pregnant, she can't get far, which helps him. Plus, he knows this place better than her, and knows he can find her quickly.

He steps back into the hall; they've been staying at the ship, Home, while she's pregnant that way the plant experts who live here can watch her since no ones seen a pregnancy from an independent before now. It's helped make him less nervous about all of this, definitely. Though her inability to not wander away by herself hasn't made him feel any better. Good thing he's become an expert in finding her.

Walking around the halls, he checks inside a few rooms for her, but each one was empty. Her usual hangout areas such as the garden and the library held no signs of her right now. He frowns, continuing his search. Where could her whims have taken her now?

It's walking by the open kitchen door that he sees her. Her back is turned and he sees her seemingly putting something together. He smiles, glad to have found her finally. He steps inside. "There you are."

She turns when she hears him, wide eyed expression turning into the bright smile that makes him feel like the sun is shining into him. "Vash !" When she fully turns, he can see her rounded stomach, carrying their first child. "Hi, my love. You finished?"

"Yeah." He says, cocking his hip with a hand on it. "What're you doing in here? You know that you shouldn't be on your feet this much."

She makes a little motion with her hand, knowing he's right, but preparing to defend herself. "Right. Well, I figured you would be hungry when you got back and that's why I came here to prepare you some food and also I made myself some food."

He shook his head; she's incredibly sweet, and always makes admonishing her a hard task. Though he knows she never feels actual hunger, he also stops himself from pointing that out, knowing she simply enjoys eating sometimes. "I could've made us some food myself, dearest."

"I know, but I was bored." She pouts.

There it is, he knew it. "Love," He starts. "You can't just wander off on your own like this whenever you're bored; not right now. You should be in bed now. Remember?"

"I know." Her frown deepens, and she looks to the side, arms behind her back; almost like a child with her hand caught inside the cookie jar. "But," she struggles to find the but. "It's just tedious sitting there by myself sometimes. All I can do is read and draw and stuff and I like it but sometimes I just feel like walking around too."

"Yeah, I know, and I hate trying to tell you what to do and keep you cooped somewhere. But think of our baby now. It's best for all of us if you can take it easy for right now, pretty please." It takes nerves of absolute steel for Vash to not immediately cave to her and actually enforce this, but he needs to do that.

She's quite. "Alright, alright; I'm sorry, baby." She says to him.

"Good, now let's get back to our room." He gestures with his shoulder that way.

"Yeah, alright. But I haven't finished the food and it's almost done how about I just finish that super super super quick." She says in a flurry, already turning back to the counter.

Vash sighs, again. He'd also kind of expected this too. Looks like he's got no choice now.

Walking towards her, he gets behind her and quickly hooks an arm under her legs and secures the other around her back, scooping her off the ground in a quick, but also careful, movement. "Gotcha."

"Woah ! Hey, Vash ! What're you doing? Come on, just let me finish this and then I promise I'm gonna go back to the room."

"Not a chance; sorry, but I need to keep you off your feet." He makes sure she's secure in his arms, no part of her uncomfortable anywhere.

She pouts again, an adorable frown gracing her face as she folds her arms. "I just wanted to cook." She mumbles.

He smiles at her; he does feel bad seeing her a little upset, but also he finds her cute when she's like this too. "You're pouting." He says.

"Am not." She pouts.

"Yes you are. Come on, you know I'm right here, dearest. Where's that smile now, hm?"

She turns her head to the side, little frown on her lovely face. "Hm."

"Awe, please? You know I love seeing it. Can't you show me your smile again, please?" When she keeps her frown, she quickly dips his head in and gives her a kiss. "Come on, dearest." He gives her another kiss. And another. And another and another, a storm of quick kisses along her lips, cheek, and jaw with a smile.

"Vash, quit it." She says without any conviction, trying to fight her elation.

But he keeps kissing her again and again and again along her beautiful face. "Never." He says.

As he kisses her more, she finally caves. He hears her little giggles emerging and keeps kissing as he feels her smiling, squirming slightly in his secure grip. "Vash !" She giggles.

He pulls back to look at her, his own gentle smile in place. "There it is." He says.

When her giggles subside for now, she huffs a small breath, looking at him. "You're crazy." She teases him.

"Yeah, crazy in love." He adjusts his hold, bringing her closer.

Her little laugh fills him with pure, loving joy. "What a coincidence, same with me." She leans her head onto his bicep, kissing his shoulder. Her eyes stay looking at him with a smile.

"Now, how about I finish putting together the lovely food you made, thank you for it by the way, and then get you back to our room? Where I'm going to be with you and keep you company. That sound nice?"

"It does, darling."

With that decided, he gets to work. Setting her briefly on the counter, he keeps one arm around her waist while using the other to cook; this is part because he likes having her close, and part caging her with his body to keep her from trying to help or wander around again. The counter allows her to sit, and also while her shortness wouldn't normally deter her from trying to jump off it, her belly does. It works out, all in all.

She was right when she said she was almost done with their food, he finished plating it quickly. He put away the excess ingredients but decided to leave the dishes for now before Gill got too bored again, mentally promising to clean them soon.

"Here we go." He grunts, gathering her from the counter and holding her the same way again after some little adjustments. "Can you carry the food?"

"Mhm." She says, grabbing the tray and using her belly to balance it.

"Good; let's head back then." He starts walking out of the kitchen.

"I can walk on my own, you know, darling." She says.

"Yeah, you can." But they're both aware how much he just loves an excuse to carry her; he'd carry her everywhere if he wasn't afraid it'd be weird somehow.

She hums. "You're going to be a great father." She says, reflecting.

Her confidence in him always brings him joy, the warmth she gives him swirling in his body. "Thank you." He says, trying not to sound overly emotional.

Just then, there's a little kick from her belly; Vash feels it hit him where her belly touches his chest.

She laughs. "The baby agrees !"

He laughs too, glancing at where it came from. "Seems she does." He says, his hand brushing the side of her belly.

Gill snuggles into his chest. They're quiet for a minute, before she talks. "I'm sorry I keep running off and worrying you like this; I'm not trying to, darling."

"Of course you're not, dearest." He reassures her. "I can't blame you for getting restless sometimes. I'm here to help remind you of stuff like this. I am tempted to just tie you to the bed to keep you there." He's joking. Eh, mostly joking.

"Hm, sounds hot." She says.

He stutters, face blushing. It's his turn to frown, shy as he turns his head away. "You, stop it." He groans.

She laughs, and he joins in.

They get back, Vash gently setting her on the bed. She sets their food on the bedside table. For a minute she just looks at him, head tilted back as he stands a lot taller than her, with a little smile he matches. "I love you." She tells him.

"I love you." He says. He leans closer, nuzzling her face, one hand going on her belly. He feels it's warmth, picturing their baby forming inside.

It never matters if she finds herself wandering off, because no matter what, no matter where, no matter when, Vash is always going to find her. She's the woman who showed him true love, the woman he's forever tied to. He'd never let her go.

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