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Para: Galentines

Who: Gwen & Kyla

Where: Gwen’s suite

When: Feb 14, 2024

What: A massage, sweets, and a movie leads to a smutty scene

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God. Why was she such a damn mess? She'd arranged for everything she promised Kyla - a pair of masseuses all theirs for an hour long massage, fluffy robes to lounge in with matching silky soft pajamas, pink frosted sugar cookies with pink and red sprinkles among other sweet snacks and a plethora of classic girly movies saved on her Prime playlist to get them through the evening. Had she gone overboard? Was she being too obvious? Granted, Gwen was the type to spoil her friends when she had them so it wasn't like she was acting out of character but - ugh. Okay. Be cool, dumbass. She heard the soft knock and answered the door with a smile. "Hey there, sweetness. You ready to be pampered?" she said, holding out a hand to help Kyla from where she was kneeling.

Kyla was a little nervous herself as she made her way to Gwen’s suite. There wasn’t a reason for it as far as she knew- just some random butterflies. Totally random. She messed with her hair several times, leaving with it in a ponytail but deciding to pull it down by the time she got there. She put her overnight bag down on the ground outside the door, kneeling down and knocking. “Hi, Miss,” she said excitedly, the Domme’s presence calming her immediately as she was helped to ger feet. “I’m very very ready.” Being led inside, she looked around, taking in everything in sight and scurrying over to the cookies she could see. “Oh look, they’re so cute!”

She was inexplicably pleased that Kyla felt comfortable enough to look around and explore in her place. Picking up her bag, she set it inside the door before nudging it shut and following the excited submissive over to the cookies. "They are, aren't they? I hope they taste just as good," Gwen said, picking one up. "I have managed to not sneak one before you got here, which took a lot of willpower." A pleased little hum buzzed on her lips as she sampled a bite. "Definitely delicious. Very good pre-massage snack," she decided with a nod.

“You’ve got much more restraint than I do,” Kyla smiled, waiting for Gwen to take a bite before she took one herself. “Ooh, not dry, not flaky..” She took another bite and smiled. “Great cookie; no notes. I’m super excited to be here with you for the day.” The sentence was out before she could even debate whether to try to hold it in or not. But it was true. Gwen was intriguing, to say the least.

It was only the lingering scraps of her self-control that kept her from blushing at the comment - but it couldn't stop how she smiled, clearly pleased by Kyla's statement. "I'm excited you're here," she said, almost shyly before shoving the rest of her cookie into her mouth to keep herself from saying anything else stupid. Gwen wiped off her fingers on one of the pink napkins nearby, then took Kyla's free hand to lead her back to one of the spare bedrooms. "So - I got us some lounge clothes, I had to guess your size so I hope I got it right." The door was open, the soft pink tank, matching shorts and fluffy white robe laid out on the bed. "For the massage, I think just the robes? But after we can be total basic bitches in pajamas for the rest of the day."

Kyla grabbed another cookie as they departed to the bedroom. She didn’t care what size the clothes were- she appreciated it highly. She took the fabric and rubbed it between her fingers, thrilled that the clothes really were as silky as they looked. “Being basic is something I can totally do,” she sighed contentedly, going ahead and removing her shoes and placing them off to the side. As soon as she did so, she looked at the callouses on her feet, and wondered why she’d decided that pointe was the kind of dance to do on a massage day. She knew she should warn the masseuse so she wouldn’t get hurt during s foot massage, but she didn’t want to call attention to it, so she reserved to just potentially die instead.

She shifted to leave Kyla to change in peace - but when she caught sight of her feet, she frowned. Kyla was a dancer though, and she'd seen some of her cheer squad's feet after intense dance classes. That was familiar. "Pointe day?" she asked, nodding to the blonde's bare feet. "I'll let them know to leave your feet alone. I think I have a balm that might help those later," she said, thinking through the vast inventory of her bathroom. "Get into your robe - everything's set up in the other spare room," Gwen said, winking at the smaller blonde before going to get changed herself.

Kyla very nearly pouted at Gwen, disappointed that she’d noticed her feet. They weren’t horrible, were they? She’d been a dancer for a while, so she really wasn’t sure. She wasn’t one who did it every day though, so her feet could have been a lot worse. She had no idea how she always found friends who were so observant. “Yes. Not my smartest move. They were worse in college though, so the pain’s not bad.” She blamed her father, as the only reason for doing pointe that she had other than that it was pretty, was that it was her dad’s favorite. But she saw the robe and did the same as with the pajamas, feeling happy from how fluffy and lush it felt and being reminded that they were going to get pampered. She waited for Gwen to turn away before letting her clothes fall to the ground, arranging them in a pile near her shoes.

"I did cheer in high school with a lot of dancers," she said by way of explanation, noticing Kyla's almost pouty expression. "Still. Any pain shouldn't be had, so I'll help you fix them up later." Gwen tugged the door to, giving Kyla privacy to change though it was very tempting to be a peeping tom. She resisted though, going to slip into her own robe, with only a thong on underneath. By the time she got settled on her own table, Kyla was coming in, and she offered a serene smile to the sub. "We have them for an hour, sweetness, so just enjoy," she hummed. "oh - and no foot massage for her," Gwen said, looking to the masseuse waiting for Kyla, only relaxing when the woman nodded.

Kyla pulled on the fluffy robe and smiled to herself, feeling giddy as she opened the door. She was actually glad for the domme’s reminder to relax, as she was pretty excited. “Oh, okay. Thank you, Miss,” she grinned easily. As she laid down, she took a deep breath, trying to get her breathing to a relaxed state.

Their tables were close, close enough that Gwen could reach out and touch Kyla if she wanted. But, she settled for keeping her head turned towards her on her folded arms, occasionally opening her eyes to catch a glimpse of her. Gwen couldn't help the sound she let out when her masseuse worked out a particularly nasty knot just under her shoulderblade, a throaty whine of relief. "Fuck, that was good," she hummed, a happy sigh spilling from her lips. "How's everything feeling, sweetness?" she asked quietly after a small while had passed, her masseuse working on her thighs by now.

Kyla tried not to make noise as she was rubbed down, but she knew she had a knot in her calf that would probably kill her quiet vibe. But until that time came, she was happy to just lay in bliss- also peeking sometimes at Gwen. It was really nice just having someone else with her while getting pampered, and she couldn’t figure out quite why. A smile crawled to her lips when the Domme cursed. “God, it’s delightful,” she sighed. Her masseuse worked around her body, and she did have to let out a small moan here and there. She wanted to be the zen type through and through, but she was only human.

The sounds Kyla let out were the best kind of torture, an exercise of self-control for the Domme. But she could do this. Maybe. She slid onto her back, another groan of contentment slipping out as her shoulders were worked on. "We should do this like, every month. Week. Very often," she said decisively, definitely not thinking about the excuse to keep Kyla coming back around.

“Very often,” Kyla agreed, gritting her teeth as another knot got worked out. The more often they did it, the less knots they’d have, in theory. “What kind of sweets did I see out there?”

She smiled at that. "I got some chocolate covered strawberries, cheesecake bites, mini cupcakes... and some little finger sandwiches, in case we need actual food for some reason," Gwen said with a laugh. "And there's stuff for ice cream sundaes too but that needed to stay in the freezer. Obviously."

“Ugh,” Kyla let out, it unclear if it was from the massage or about the food. “You’re the best. You’re so considerate. How could people not like you?” There were many ways to Kyla’s heart, and one of them was most definitely food. “Calories don’t count on Valentines Day, right? I mean I’m gonna eat everything in sight anyway; I’m just wondering.”

"I'm not this way with most people, sweetness. Only the ones I like." Her masseuse told her softly that she was finished unless there was another spot she wanted to cover. Gwen shook her head, sitting up and holding the sheet to her chest. "That was fantastic, thanks."

“Well then those people are very unlucky that they didn’t make themselves liked by you,” Kyla deduced, meaning every word of it. She thanked her masseuse as the massage ended, eventually sitting up. “Im more excited than I should be for the silky pajamas,” she admitted quietly.

She absolutely did not blush hearing that, despite the stupid warmth in her chest. She didn't think anyone had said something that nice to her in years. Gwen slid into her robe, tucking it around herself. "They're pretty amazing, I can't lie. I have a couple sets in different colors. Go get dressed, sweetness, then we'll get some snacks and settle in for the first movie." The masseuses would take care of packing up and seeing themselves out - now it would just be her and Kyla.

“The pink is amazing,” Kyla couldn’t help but gush. She nodded happily and went off to get dressed, pulling on the outfit and feeling the material between her fingers again. She shot off a text to her friends that she was busy today so they wouldn’t text her, and emerged to look at the snacks.

She slid into her own pajamas, the silky shorts and top clinging nicely to her generous ass and chest. Not that she hoped it would be noticed. Coming into the kitchen, she smiled, gently trailing her fingers over Kyla's hair before she could stop herself. "Where do you want to start?"

“Woah,” Kyla tried not to say under her breath when she saw Gwen. As if her face wasn’t pretty enough; as if her voice didn’t already send a jolt through her body. The way the silk hugged her body just right was majestic. The domme’s hand brushed through her hair then; as if she knew what Kyla was thinking. “Oh um,” she stumbled, then remembering the food. “The strawberries look wonderful, Miss.”

She did notice Kyla's reaction, and to say she was pleased about it would be an understatement. Gwen knew she was hot, that was a given - but the reaction from the girl she was crushing on was even better than a random catcall. "They do. I say we take a little bit of everything though, to get us through until we move on to the next movie," she suggested, starting to load up a little plate and definitely not wondering about what a bad idea it would be to have Kyla in her bed.

“A little bit of everything,” Kyla repeated the very wise words to herself. She grabbed a plate and put on it a couple of finger sandwiches, three strawberries, two cupcakes, and probably an irresponsible amount of cheesecake bites. She looked at her plate and then at Gwen, wondering what could be a more wonderful time. Well actually..she did have a few ideas about that…

Her plate looked very similar to Kyla’s, and she snagged a couple of water bottles for them as well. “Come on, sweetness, I brought out the good pillows for us,” Gwen said with a wink as she led Kyla to her room. She set her plate on the long table set across the foot of the bed before climbing up into the pile of white, light blue and lilac pillows on her bed. “I thought we could start with 13 Going on 30,” she suggested, patting the spot beside her.

Kyla’s heart did a delightful little flutter whenever her new nickname was used, it rolling off the domme’s tongue so easily. She followed her into the bedroom, liking the color scheme and how comfortable everything looked. “Oh, I haven’t seen that one in *forever*!”

Every time she made Kyla smile, it was a very, very strange and wonderful feeling that bloomed in her chest. Gwen settled in to the pillows, tugging the table up for them to be able to reach while reclined once Kyla was beside her. "Me either. It's definitely a much overdue viewing," she agreed, navigating to the movies she had queued up for them and hitting play on their first choice.

Kyla got comfortable in the bed, her arm touching Gwen’s and their body heat soon mixing together. She tried a strawberry, and it was wonderfully juicy so she had to kind of suck up the juice as she bit into it. It was amazing. Something so simple felt so elegant. She watched the movie and somehow got closer and closer to Gwen, eventually cuddling into her.

Her arm slid around Kyla without thinking, tucking the petite sub against her side. Her plate of snacks slowly disappeared, and she wound up nudging the table down the bed again once they had emptied their plates to properly stretch out. Her bare thigh pressed to Kyla's and she actively did not think about it - though the innocent contact did have her heart thumping hard in her chest. It dawned on her that she had never had a girl in her bed at all - let alone one she ached to get to know more intimately. "I always hated Matty's fiance. Jennifer Garner is clearly the superior choice," she said with a sigh.

“Yeah, she’s kind of a loser,” Kyla agreed, watching the movie with Gwen comfortably. It had been a while since she was close to someone physically, and she couldn’t help but enjoy it. “This is so super fun,” she finally spoke again when the movie ended, pecking the Domme on the cheek. “Thank you, Miss Gwen.”

It felt nice to have Kyla tucked close. Gwen never got the whole cuddling thing usually. The boys she played with didn’t stick around long enough - something she didn’t like to think much about - so this was something she didn’t know she was missing. Gwen had opened her mouth to reply when she felt the peck on her cheek. It was innocent, small, but felt like a bolt of lightning that sizzled through her. She could only describe what she felt as her control snapping, shattering into pieces. Before she could think about it, Gwen turned to press her mouth properly to Kyla’s, tentative but urgent all in the same breath, and this - this was what she had been missing. Gwen felt like she was trembling all over, the soft sweetness of Kyla’s lips on hers more arousing than any filthy scene she had ever participated in.

The kiss on the lips was unexpected, to say the least. Even as it happened, she had to process to make sure it was *actually* happening. She’d thought Gwen to be straight. But it was certainly not unwelcome. She kept it slow and sensual, deepening the kiss, her hand momentarily on the Domme’s cheek.

She couldn’t stop the soft, throaty sound she let out when she felt Kyla’s hand on her cheek. Gwen shifted slightly, gently hovering over Kyla now without breaking the kiss, one arm around her back, the other resting on the curve of her hip. She couldn’t let herself think, because this felt way too good to stop. But - “this all right, sweetness?” she asked in a soft whisper, between kisses, aching for the gorgeous blonde under her.

“Yes please,” Kyla answered quietly but clearly, catching her lips again. She felt comfortable below Gwen’s body, enjoying the gentle pressure from her body as she just chased the other’s lips with her own. Her tongue soon poked out, silently asking permission to enter her mouth.

A shudder tingled down her spine when she felt Kyla’s tongue on her lips. In answer, she took the sub’s bottom lip between her teeth, sucking lightly, before easing her tongue into Kyla’s mouth. Her heart was pounding in her chest, fingers lightly tangling in the silky material of the other’s top, brushing just underneath to the smooth skin of her stomach.

Kyla let out a wanting whimper when her lip was taken between teeth. Next thing she knew, their tongues snaked together, fitting into one another like puzzle pieces. She shifted in the bed, her hands against the mattress to push herself into Gwen’s body.

That whimper made her moan, the sound low and hungry. She rolled back, tugging Kyla half on top of her, their chests pressing together. The hand on her back slid down over her pert ass, palming the cheek through silky material. “Goddamn, sweetness,” she breathed, loving the way that Kyla’s round cheek fit so nicely in her palm.

Kyla giggled as they switched places, more than happy for Gwen to put her wherever she wanted. “Goddamn yourself,” she said a little winded with a craving. “How’re you doing?” She had to check with her. “You enjoying what you’re feeling, Miss?” Her fingers wanted to touch, but she refrained, letting them trace shapes on the sides of Gwen’s torso instead.

She smiled, her cheeks flushed. Gwen let out a shaky breath. “Very. I uh- so I’m like, actually super gay? But I haven’t done this before. With another woman,” she admitted, swallowing hard, uncharacteristically nervous.

“Good to know,” Kyla spoke with conspiratorial grin. She’d had no idea, but it was just lovely information to have. Just lovely. “I believe then that you know what to do.” She pushed some hair away so she could see her face. “Don’t second-guess yourself,” she advised, looking into her eyes with a fiery expression.

Her breath caught when Kyla touched her hair, and she couldn’t help but lean up and kiss her again. “I don’t know, sweetness… there’s a hell of a lot I’d like to do,” she breathed, squeezing at Kyla’s ass once more.

At that, Kyla had trouble forming words for a moment, and caught her lips once again. She flipped her own hair out of the way and finally came up for air. “So do them,” she whispered with a smile.

Gwen bit her own bottom lip, then shifted again to pin Kyla on her back, easing one thigh between hers. “Only if you promise to be a good girl for me,” she whispered back, tilting her head to trail her lips along Kyla’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her greedily.

Kyla nuzzled herself into the bed again, trying not to rub herself on the leg that was between her own. It took all her willpower to resist. “I’ll be a very good girl for you, Miss,” she assured her, the phrase already making her squirm. “I don’t want to miss this.”

Hearing Kyla promise to be a good girl for her made her groan softly, teeth tugging on her earlobe. Gwen inhaled deeply, then slid down Kyla’s body, nudging her top up so she could plant lingering, sucking kisses over her stomach.

Kyla let Gwen take things at her own pace, holding her top so that it was out of her way. The longer a particular kiss lasted, the more of a response it got from her. “God, Miss,” she stressed almost under breath, clearly enjoying the sweet sting.

She continued up, pushing up the thin tank until it was barely covering Kyla’s chest. Leaning up again, she kissed her hungrily, skimming her palms along the sides of her barely covered breasts. “Do you mind if I leave marks, baby girl?” she asked, one thumb moving to thumb over Kyla’s covered nipple slowly.

Kyla looked at Gwen as she explored, a smile gracing her lips. “I don’t mind at all,” she replied. She loved the new nickname ‘sweetness’, but if there were another that was her favorite, it was ‘baby girl’. It was just so soft and hot and perfect. She could kind of tell Gwen’s desire to ruin her a little, and she couldn’t help but welcome it.

Her nerves were still there, but Gwen couldn’t help how her smile turned predatory when Kyla answered her. She leaned up a little and tugged Kyla’s shirt up and off, a low, hungry moan humming in her throat. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gorgeous,” she hissed, curling her hands to cup Kyla’s breasts. Gwen licked her lips, watching the sub’s face as she pinched and tugged at her perfect, peaked nipples.

Kyla let out a high pitched moan as her shirt was moved out of the way. The silk had felt good on her skin, but having Gwen’s hands on her instead? No contest. And being called gorgeous by someone gorgeous never hurt anybody either. Her mouth opened a little as her nipples were played with, gasping prettily as she arched her back for more.

Oh she liked that. Smirking wide, Gwen shimmied down again, her eyes on Kyla’s face as she licked lightly over one pink nipple. “Mm, you have the cutest fucking tits,” she whispered, licking over the stiff nub again before she sucked it between her lips. Both hands came up, cupping Kyla’s breasts and plumping them together so she could lavish attention on both sweet little peaks.

Kyla’s body had tensed up in the most beautiful way, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment but ultimately unable to draw her gaze away from Gwen. “Ugh, Miiiiss” Kyla whined, wanting more but wanting exactly what she was getting, all at the same time. Her hands found the hem of the Domme’s top and played with it, nervous energy pulling at her. “Your mouth is so sweet.”

Her eyes crinkled over her smirk, and she gently tugged each nipple with her teeth. “Is it?” she asked in a low murmur. Gwen kissed one soft curve, just beside her sensitive nipples, then started sucking at the pale flesh firmly. She scraped her teeth against the spot, drinking in all the sounds from the beauty under her, until she figured she had left a decent mark. She smirked proudly when she lifted her head, seeing the dark print of her mouth decorating Kyla’s perfect chest.

Starting to get over the initial shock and all that came with it, Kyla started settling in to the moment. Though she was pretty quiet, her breathing patterns betrayed her calm demeanor. She was enjoying the tenderness of the moment more than she’d expected a moment ago. She didn’t moan much while the mark was being made, trying to keep her cool. But once she saw the dark spot, the moan was out and her cool was gone. “Yes, yes it’s sweet- so, so sweet, Miss. Will you..will you do it again? Please?”

She wanted more of those sweet moans. A rush of heat tingled through her belly, hearing Kyla beg for more of her mouth. In answer, she just smirked, looking up at her intensely. Then she all but pounced on her unmarked breast, mouthing and sucking above her nipple this time, higher than the other. Her hips shifted slowly, thigh pressing up between Kyla’s firmly.

Kyla giggled with joy as she was made prey to Gwen’s whim. She hissed through the making of the mark, audibly whining when she was reminded that there was something between her legs. Her body rocked against it gently, as if trying to hide the fact that it was moving at all.

She couldn’t help but smile when she heard that giggle. Gwen hadn’t had sex like this before. It was always - transactional and stiff and she had a role to play. But this? She reveled in the sweet, feminine sounds, the curves under her hands. This was what she craved. Gwen smirked, kissing over the mark she made, then back up to Kyla’s lips. “Still think my mouth is sweet, baby girl?” She asked, flexing her hips forward to press her thigh harder against Kyla.

“Very sweet, Miss. And a little spicy. A genius combination, really.” She squirmed in her spot, Gwen’s eyes piercing her own so fiercely. She was already having fun, and if things were to just simmer down and return to movie-watching, she’d be okay with it. But luckily, she didn’t see Gwen quitting. “What will you do with me next? You said you had ideas, hmm?”

Gwen bit her lip, letting out a shaky breath. "Remind me of your limits, sweetness," she whispered, not wanting to push things too far in her fervor for the beauty in her bed. One hand toyed with the waist of her shorts, making it obvious where Gwen wanted to continue to.

“Watersports and large wounds aren’t my thing, and I don’t like terrifying amounts of pain. What limits do you have, Miss?” Kyla spoke. Saying her limits used to be a big deal for her, but after so many scenes there at the academy, she had gotten used to it and could say them with minor confidence. “My safe word is ‘pineapple’, but I use the spotlight system too.” She looked up at Gwen, trying to match the fire in her eyes and probably only partially succeeding. Her hand met Gwen’s at her waistline, pushing against it as encouragement.

She leaned up to peck Kyla's nose like a reward for her obeying. "I don't have many limits outside of watersports and scat. I... have a penchant for wrecking pretty little things," she hummed, letting her fingers slide under the silky shorts to feel the sharp bone of Kyla's hip, hoping the sub couldn't feel how she was trembling in excitement. "And I expect you to not cum without permission, understood, sweetness?" she murmured, teasing her fingertips under Kyla's panties.

“Sometime pretty little things need some wrecking.” Of course that wasn’t her view for the most part: pretty things should stay pretty. But when it came to herself, she knew a little time to be dirty was always quite alluring. “Hmm,” Kyla bit down on her lip, watching Gwen’s deft hands. “I believe I can do that for you, Miss. Hopefully you’ll let me cum for you eventually though. You’re a very hot person doing very hot things, and I’m only human.”

"You definitely fall into that category," she murmured back. Gwen couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, sliding down her body again to kiss Kyla's soft, flat belly above her shorts. "Maybe. Though if you're far too much fun to tease, I can't promise anything," she said with a smirk, starting to tug down Kyla's shorts and panties. Her head was spinning - how long has she fantasized about tasting another woman like this? Licking her lips, she tossed the clothing aside, leaving Kyla gloriously naked in her bed. "Mm, sweetness, how is every inch of you so fucking gorgeous?" she crooned, nudging Kyla's thighs apart, taking in the incredibly arousing sight of her bare sex.

“Oh, I’m very fun to tease,” Kyla said knowingly. And she liked to be teased, though sometimes she could get a little frustrated. Or a lot frustrated, but something told her Gwen would love that. “Thank you, Miss,” she blushed lightly. She watched the Domme prepare, squirming already under her attentive gaze.

She smirked at that. "Good to know." Gwen licked her lips, shifting up to lay between Kyla's thighs, trying not to focus on the nerves churning deep inside her belly. Instead, she pressed a sucking kiss high on the inside of Kyla's thigh as her fingers stroked over the soft folds of her cunt. Gentle and exploring, she traced every bit of her sensitive skin before easing her touch between them, moaning when she found the wet heat she had been aching for most of her life.

Kyla breathed through Gwen’s exploration, feeling every little touch on every inch of her delicate skin. She inhaled with anticipation when the Domme moaned, the sound alone making her heart rate rise. She blushed, knowing that she’d caused the moan that had escaped Gwen.

Her entire focus was on the delicate, sensitive mound in front of her. Gwen slid her fingers along the wet slit, teasing over Kyla's clit and down to trace the slick entrance. Gentle fingers spread her folds, another wave of want rushing through her at the sight of her gorgeously flushed center. She honestly didn't think cunts like this existed outside of porn, but oh, Gwen was very happy to be wrong. Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth just above Kyla's clit, starting to explore her just as thoroughly with her tongue and lips.

Kyla had never been treated this way before; like she was a gem that no one had ever discovered before. No one had been this delicate before, and to say she found it arousing would be an understatement. She closed her eyes, able to map out in her head every inch that Gwen had covered. She still didn’t speak, not wanting to break the spell that had cast over the room.

Both of her hands slid under Kyla's thighs, tipping her hips up slightly to give her a better angle. Low, hungry sounds came from the Domme's throat as she explored. Gwen gave her clit a sweet, sucking kiss before shifting down, licking her way to the perfectly gorgeous little hole below. "So fucking sweet, baby girl," she rasped, feeling her own panties starting to dampen just from the taste of the beautiful sub.

Kyla’s body obeyed before she could even think about it, holding her hips up for Gwen. Her pussy was already aching, warm and ready for attention. “I was just thinking the same thing,” she said honestly. She was surprised how gentle the Domme was being, and couldn’t think of anything sweeter

She licked her lips, glancing up to flash a smile at Kyla. "It's my first time eating pussy, baby girl, I'm going to take my damn time," Gwen hummed. But just to bring a little spice into it, she gently scraped her teeth over that little, sensitive pink nub before sucking it into her mouth, beginning to gain confidence.

“As you should,” Kyla smiled. She remembered that she had been nervous her first time with a girl- and then she’d been even more nervouse the first time she was *sober* with a girl, so Gwen doing it fearlessly was really a wonderful thing to see. She let out a whine once the Domme had latched onto her clit, opening her eyes to see as much as she could. She was very content to let Gwen do things at her own pace, wanting but not necessarily in a huge hurry. Yet.

That whine sent a shiver down her back. Just to hear it again, she sucked at the sensitive nub again, a bit harder this time. Both hands squeezed her ass firmly, before one slid free so she could ease one finger inside of Kyla's slick entrance. "Fuck," she whispered against Kyla, feeling the way her body clutched around even the single digit. How would Kyla look on one of her favorite strap-ons, with her hands bound and ankles spread open so she couldn't do anything but take her cock?

“God, Gwen!” She let out what could only be described as a quiet but sure shriek. Her clit had always been the way to get her, but in front of someone so dominant and hot and in command..well it was understandably even more sensitive. “You’re trouble, Miss,” Kyla could tell already, the sweetness of which just made her wriggle in her spot.

She smirked, tugging lightly on her clit with her teeth before pulling back slightly to look up at Kyla. "I think you like a little bit of trouble, sweetness," she murmured back, biting her lip as she slid a second finger inside of her.

“I do, Miss,” Kyla replied desperately, moaning with the addition of another finger. “I really do, especially if the trouble is like you.” Her back started to arch , pressing herself up against Gwen’s lips.

Her smirk grew wider, and she rocked her fingers firmly into Kyla, drinking in every single reaction she had to her touch. "Oh the things I would like to do to you, baby girl, would definitely be trouble," she hummed, flicking her tongue against Kyla as she fingered her, rocking her own hips down against the mattress for a little relief on her own aching sex.

If someone were to come up to Kyla and say something along the lines of ‘Hey, can I interest you in some trouble?’ her answer would be vehemently no. She liked things easy, and trouble could make things difficult. But she absolutely wanted what she was getting with Gwen, and would accept whatever ‘trouble’ came her way from this woman with a smile. “Do it, Miss,” she said, interrupted by her own sweet moans. “Do it all, *please*!”

She shivered at the sweet begging from the beautiful blonde under her and couldn't bring herself to deny her any longer. "So polite, sweetness. I think you've earned yourself an orgasm," she purred. Gwen picked up her pace, curling her fingers inside of Kyla as she lapped and sucked at her sensitive clit. While she did love denial more than anything, this was the first woman she'd pleased and she was hungry to hear and feel just how good she could make her feel.

“Yes!” Kyla celebrated, dancing about in her spot for a brief moment. She didn’t have long to celebrate as the action continued. She squeezed her eyes closed and just let herself let loose, moaning all through the process. She was trying to thank Gwen, but she wasn’t sure how clearly it was coming through as her sweet sounds interrupted her and turned to whines. “God, *fuck* Miss!”

Gwen couldn't help but grin against her, loving how much more responsive Kyla seemed to get when she was given permission to finish. She tugged on her clit with her teeth, fingers pressed deep inside of the beautiful sub to gently rub at the spot that made her body clench deliciously. "Maybe later," she murmured, already picturing the vision Kyla would make riding one of her favorite strapons. "Right now, I want to see you cum for me, sweetness," she growled out hungrily.

Kyla nodded absently, her mind caught up in the bliss but still having enough of an attention span to give what Gwen wanted. “Yes, Miss, oh god that feels good, fuck fuck *fuck*,” she yelled out. Her hands were caught up in the sheets, her toes curled as she climaxed.

Heat shimmered under her skin as she watched and felt Kyla obey. Not only was it sexy as all hell, her sweet, wrecked voice cursing and moaning just for her - if she didn't know she was queer before, it was definitely confirmed now. That did more for her than any blowjob or handjob ever did. Sighing happily, Gwen lapped at Kyla slowly, easing her fingers from her slick heat to lick clean. "Good girl," she purred, shifting to lay alongside Kyla, running one hand over her stomach and up to her breasts once more.

Kyla’s breaths came quick and staggered, still squirming with aftershocks even as she was lapped clean. She took her time to sort of recover, not wanting her voice to come out all ugly and hoarse. “Wow, Miss,” she finally breathed out, watching Gwen’s hand hover up her body. “How long have you been thinking about doing that? Because that was really impressive.” She smiled up at the Domme in a daze.

A confident smirk touched her lips, fingertips teasing over Kyla's nipples playfully, like she couldn't bring herself to stop touching the beautiful girl naked in her bed. "To you specifically? Since I met you. In general? Ten years," she admitted.

“Ten years,” she muttered to herself. She couldn’t even imagine repressing that long. She admired both the ten year ‘record’ as well the breaking of it. Bith made the Domme tough in Kyla’s eyes. “Well I’m honored to be the chosen one,” she chuckled, still watching Gwen’s hands play over her. “What else have you been imagining, Miss?”

She shrugged, biting the inside of her lip and trying not to look as ashamed as she felt about that. Kyla's smile had her smiling again though. "I couldn't resist you," Gwen admitted. A soft chuckle spilled from her lips, and she stretched out next to the sub, propping up on one elbow. "Sweetness, it's easier to ask what I haven't been imagining. A decade is a long time to fantasize."

Kyla’s eyes grew wide, just imagining how many fun things had to be on Gwen’s mind. “I don’t know how you kept from completely destroying me,” she said honestly. “Do you like fantasies of hard things or soft things?”

"Both," she admitted after a moment. It would have been easy to lie, to lean on her reputation as a hard playing Domme and nothing else. But, a part of her she didn't like to acknowledge much craved something softer, even if she hated to admit it. "I'm much better with the hard side of things though.”

“Hard, huh?” She wiggled her brows ever so gently, more than happy to dive in to it. “So like pegging, chains, and plugs?” She had to chuckle lightly at herself. “You’ll have to forgive me for already fantasizing about what a round two would look like at some point.”

Gwen wiggled her eyebrows, gently pinching Kyla's nipples. "Well I do appreciate the enthusiasm," she teased. "I have to admit it might be all three at once. The thought of you with your hands chained to the ceiling and riding my favorite strap on is one of the tops on my list," she hummed, licking her lips. "But now, I'm picturing you doing that with a plug in your cute little ass, and clamps on your nipples with a chain for me to hold onto."

Kyla whimpered under Gwen’s touch, he back arching her chest closer to the Domme. “I’ve never been chained to the ceiling before,” she said quietly, contemplating it. “Sounds like a very fun ride, Miss. My holes in use for you while you pull on my nipples and play with my plug.” She could feel the discussion working its way through her body, a pang hitting her clit and making it throb. She rubbed her legs together to try to fix it.

She couldn't help but smirk as Kyla reacted to her touch, and clearly loved the scene she was building in her head. "Oh sweetness, I have a feeling you would enjoy it. You'd have no choice but to keep my cock inside you," the Domme purred. "I haven't gotten my ceiling reinforced yet though, so we might have to wait on that. But the other things... are certainly possible."

“I’d coat your cock for you, Miss,” Kyla gave a single nod to seal her thought. “Well you should get on that then. There are many many subs who will want to be chained to your ceiling.” She looked down, watching with wonder as her nipples hardened. “Maybe you should be adorning me with all these fun things you’ve got me excited about.”

"Well aren't you a good girl," she teased. Gwen cocked an eyebrow. "Do you know something I don't? Because so far I only have two." She reached over to pinch one stiffened nipple, before landing a light slap over Kyla's breast, enjoying the way her pale skin turned pink. "It seems to me that you should earn such fun toys, sweetness, don't you think?"

“You’ll find that I’m a *very* good girl,” Kyla informed the Domme next to her. “I only know the obvious which is that you’re hot and have a very dominant energy about you that drives subs wild. It’s probably science.” Kyla yelped playfully as she was played with, giggling in anticipation of more fun. “I suppose that makes sense. How would you have me earn them then?”

"Seems like science to me. We'll have to see if your theory pans out," Gwen said with a chuckle. Hearing Kyla giggle made her smile, prompting her to give her other breast the same treatment. "Well, I do seem to be terribly overdressed," Gwen pointed out, hungry for the other woman's hands on her own body.

Kyla’s eyes panned over Gwen’s body, somehow having forgotten that one of them was fully clothed and the other completely naked. “It is quite a pity,” she agreed. She played with the hem of her shirt, twirling it around her finger a few times as she gave Gwen a tender kiss. Her lips occupied, she only took a break to tug the shirt up over the other’s head. She kissed down the woman’s jaw, working her way down her neck as she unhooked her bra.

Smirking, she rolled into her back, trying not to look as anxious and excited as she was to finally experience another woman’s hands on her body. “Mm, it is,” she agreed, a soft little sound humming against Kyla’s lips. Gwen arched to allow her shirt to come off, running the fingers of one hand through the sub’s long hair. Her breath caught when Kyla removed her bra, full breasts spilling free. Gwen knew she wasn’t the skinniest bitch around, her figure full and curvy, and long ignored body issues reared up in the back of her mind. With men she never cared much. But with another woman? “See anything you like, sweetness?” she asked breathily.

Kyla had known already what kind of figure Gwen had, but that hardly prepared her for the most perfect tits she’d ever seen just appearing. Already in a submissive mindset, she couldn’t help but worship a little with her mouth before answering. “A moment to appreciate please?” She asked, her eyes sparkling. She knew they had plans, but like..they were right there.

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A Grim in Devildom ch 11

Chapter 1. Chapter 6

Chapter 2. Chapter 7

Chapter 3. Chapter 8

Chapter 4. Chapter 9

Chapter 5. Chapter 10

*suggestive themes, gore*

Cassandra woke the next morning with her face still pressed to Mammon's chest. He was fast asleep, still holding her tightly against him, their legs now tangled together.

She enjoyed breathing in his scent for a moment before realizing she had to get up and make breakfast. Ever since the retreat she had been enlisted in cooking duty. It wasn't bad really, between the seven of them.

She tried to wiggle free, not wanting to wake Mammon, pulling herself up so she could slide out of his arms. She stopped to look at his beautiful white hair, it looked so soft and fluffy. She had always wanted to touch it and now was her chance, best of all he'd be none the wiser.

She gently reached out and stroked his hair. It was soft and silky to the touch.

Mammon mumbled something in his sleep, causing her to freeze. He hugged her tighter, inadvertently bringing her chest to his face. She let out a gasp as he smiled blissfully rubbing his cheek on her large breasts.

Her entire body heated up with nervous excitement as her heart pounded in her chest. She squirmed again trying to break free and Mammon's sapphire blue eyes flickered open.

He looked up at her groggily through white lashes, his cheek still pressed to her chest.

"M-mammon?" She stammered not sure what to do.

His eyes suddenly shot open and he quickly pulled away from her turning bright red.

"W-what are ya tryin' to do?!" He shouted panicked.

"Be quiet Mammon! You'll wake everyone up! I was just trying to get up without waking you. You wouldn't let go." She hissed trying to calm him down.

"O-oh... well, ya know your so soft and small I must've thought you were a pillow or somethin'!" He turned his head away to hide his blush but she could still see his ears turn red.

"Anyway, I got to get dressed and make breakfast." She said slipping out of bed.

Later after breakfast, she finally decided to confront Kieran. She found him in the living room where he'd been camping out for the past couple of days.

"Kieran? Is it alright if we talk for a minute?" She said sheepishly sitting down on the couch next to him.

His ears perked up immediately. "Of course." He gave her a hopeful look his golden eyes sparkling.

"Look I know you didn't tell me about what really happened because I was so little and I understand. I just wish you told me sooner... And I know it was also grandpa's fault as well he knew too." She sighed.

"I know. I should have told you years ago but... I just didn't know how to bring that up... It's hard for me to talk about it... I... I loved your mother..." He choked sounding heartbroken.

"I know Kieran. You guys were always close." She leaned down scooping Kieran in her arms in a tight hug. She pulled away and kissed him on his forehead to comfort him and show him that he was forgiven.

Kieran shook his head. "No Cassandra... You don't understand there's something el-" He was cut off by Lucifer entering the room.

"I see you two have made up. Good. Now Cassandra would you like to accompany me on a shopping trip?" Lucifer asked with a raised eyebrow.

She looked down at Kieran who'd been interrupted. "Hey if a rich guy invites you to go shopping go." He chuckled as she set him down.

"K-kieran!" She said shooting Lucifer an apologetic look.

"Go ahead and get ready. I'll meet you at the front gate in 10 minutes." Lucifer smiled and left the room.

"OH, MAN! Check this out! It's a super-rare magic stone! Ooh, and it's on sale too? It says it's today's featured item... WOW, That's cheap! CRAZY cheap!" Mammon said looking back and forth between Lucifer and the store window with several shining stones on display. Lucifer had brought Mammon along on their shopping trip and he had been begging for things nonstop the entire time.

"C'mon I gotta have it! I gotta I gotta I gotta! If you don't buy it for me I'm gonna be real saaaaad... I'll end up cryin'... I'll throw a tantrum... And you don't want that do ya?" Mammon continued to beg like a child and Lucifer scowled at him.

"Leave him be Cassandra. Pretend you don't know him." She took Lucifer's advice and turned away from Mammon pulling up her trench coat over her shoulders.

"The only reason I brought you along was to get you away from Satan." Lucifer let out a worried sigh. "Tomorrow's the big speech and yet the curse shows no signs of going away." He looked down at Satan's hands.

"Doncha think it's about time to give in and ask Satan to do it for you? You're sorta out of options here." Mammon said, finally turning serious.

"I have no intention of begging him for help." Lucifer said stubbornly. "Even if I did do that I couldn't be sure that he wouldn't try anything nefarious anyway."

"Are you sure about that? After everything that went down in the game, Satan seems to have changed some doncha think?" Mammon glanced at her wanting her to back him up.

"Yeah, I think he might have a new perspective on things now." She agreed with a nod.

"Exactly! That's what I'm sayin'! You see it too doncha? See you're smart Cassandra!" He grinned at her before looking at Lucifer. "Did ya hear that? Cassandra AGREES with me! It's like... He's more chill when it comes to you now. He's not all bitter and stuff anymore."

"Come on Cassandra, let's head inside this store here." Lucifer said pulling her towards a nearby shop, ignoring Mammon's annoyed response from being ignored.

Later Lucifer took them to Hell's Kitchen for lunch. Mammon was chowing down on a backstabbing sandwich while she eyed Lucifer somewhat apprehensively.

"This is your reward for coming shopping with me. So eat as much as you like." Lucifer's smile made her think there was some sort of catch but perhaps she was overthinking it.

After they had finished their meal Lucifer finally revealed his ulterior motive. "Now you get to compensate me for all that food you ate through hard work." He gave them a devilish grin.

"WHA?!" Mammon cried completely blindsided.

"I'm heading up to the human world and you two are coming with me." Lucifer said.

Mammon suddenly seemed very excited. "The human world? Like for real?! Ooh, this is awesome! Man, it's been a long time since I've been up there for fun. I used to corrupt human souls left and right. I'd make a bunch of money doin' it too. Then I'd go on a massive spending spree! You're coming with, Cassandra?! This is gonna be great!"

She however remained stony-faced. Lucifer wouldn't just take her and Mammon up to the human world for fun.

"Why exactly are we going to the human world?" She said frowning.

"It's because of the curse. The witch who created the book is still alive. The best way to break the curse is to ask the very person who created it. She should be able to lift it." Lucifer explained.

Mammon went pale at the mention of witches. "Wait... Did you say a witch?... Hold on could that be...?!" He gasped and stood up.

"Uh... Y'know what? I think I'm gonna sit this one out... Bye!" He tried to make a run for it but Lucifer grabbed him.

"Do you really think I'd let you run off Mammon?" He laughed pulling him back to the table.

Mammon yelled and struggled in vain against his grip. "Qu-quit it! Leggo of me!"

Cassandra had actually dealt with witches before. It wasn't unusual for her to come across them in her work. They were good sources for information and we're usually very forthcoming with it when they heard her name. Although they did expect some favors from her in return usually catching some sort of spirit or fairy for them.

"I know why you don't want to go. It just so happens that this witch is a big fan of both you and Satan." Lucifer smiled wickedly.

"Then don't drag me along with ya!" Mammon protested still trying to shake him off.

"Actually that's exactly why I'm going to drag you along with me. Cassandra, you're coming too. As long as we're going to be in the human world I imagine having one along with us will come in handy." Lucifer said turning to her.

"But where are we going in the human world? It's kinda a big place." She said, she worked out of the U.S. and had never been abroad aside from the Devildom.

"London." Lucifer said with a smile.

"L-london?! Are you serious?!" She said unable to control her excitement.

"Is that a problem?" Lucifer seemed taken aback by her sudden switch in attitude.

"No! I've just never been out of the U.S.! I can't wait to see what it's like over there!" She was unable to stop herself from grinning happily.

"Well, at least one of you is excited." Lucifer chuckled leading them out of the restaurant.

"So how do you get to the human world from here anyway? A teleportation spell?" She asked as they walked along the street.

"That's one way, but there are several methods. Another is to use an eternal magic seal... A passage between worlds that has existed since ancient times. There are several magic seals like that. One of which is right here." He pointed to the center of the square they were in.

"But the only demons who are allowed to use them whenever they feel like it are Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and you, Lucifer. What's up with that huh?" Mammon complained throwing his hands into the air.

"If another demon wishes to use the doorway they have to receive permission in advance. Originally all demons could use them whenever they wanted. But then we had some problems up in the human world that necessitated a policy change. You see a certain someone kept getting in trouble with the witches up there." Lucifer shot Mammon a glare.

Mammon let out a nervous laugh and Lucifer turned back to the magic seal.

"Now let's get going." He raised his hands over the seal and Mammon cried out. "Wait! No! Don't make me do this!"

There was a flash of light but nothing happened. They hadn't moved from the town square.

"Well, that was anticlimactic." She said raising an eyebrow.

"Strange. Why didn't it work?" Lucifer looked around confused.

"Uh, Lucifer have you forgotten you're in Satan's body right now?" Mammon pointed out and Lucifer gasped.

"I see... So even though it's really me I can't use the magic circle. Without a mirror to remind me it's easy to forget I'm someone else right now." Lucifer looked down at Satan's body, dismayed.

"Welp, if you can't use the magic circle then I guess that's that! The curse is gonna wear off eventually anyway right? As for that speech thing tomorrow, I'll go have a talk with Satan for ya. 'course my services aren't free of charge-" Mammon let out a joyful laugh but was interrupted as Satan stepped out into the town square.

" That won't be necessary. I hate speeches and I have no intention of agreeing to give one." They all turned to look at him in surprise as he walked over to them.

"Wh...?! Satan! What're you doin' here?!" Mammon raised his voice in surprise.

"What is there something wrong with me being here? Either way, I heard everything you guys said. So let's get going." Satan approached the magic circle with a determined look. She wondered if he had been following them. It seemed odd he'd show up at just the right time.

"Wait, don't tell me you actually wanna go to-" Mammon went pale again realizing they were going after all.

"To the human world, yes. That was the plan right?" Satan looked over at Lucifer who was eyeing him suspiciously.

"Don't think this means I owe you anything." Lucifer glared at him.

"That's not what this is about. I'm tired of being in this body, that's all. I've gotten all the fun out of it." Satan snorted and held out his hand to Lucifer as they cast the spell.

There was another flash of light and suddenly daylight filled her vision. She groaned shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her sunglasses and quickly put them on.

She took a look around and gasped. They were standing on the sidewalk next to the Thames river. Across the river she could see the London Eye, confirming that they were in fact in London.

"How does it feel being back in the human world after so long? Does it make you want to return home?" Satan asked her not wanting to get involved in the animated discussion Lucifer and Mammon were having.

"Well, this isn't anything like where I'm from, so not really. I mean it's nice to see the sun again but that's about it." She said with a shrug, she glanced around to see if people had noticed the four of them just appearing on the street but didn't catch any unusual looks.

"Really? Where are you from?" Satan seemed surprised by her answer.

"I'm from the states. I live kind of out in the country. I do travel a lot but usually to remote areas for work. I don't go to the city often." She explained as Mammon and Lucifer came back over to them. Mammon had a bit of sulky expression.

"I suppose that makes sense." Satan nodded to her as they walked down the street. She made sure to stay close to them, not wanting to get separated in a foreign country without a passport.

They went to several shops, including a bookstore that Satan insisted on going in. By the time they had finished shopping it was dark.

They made their way to a pub and ordered dinner and drinks. Mammon was still pouting since Lucifer had refused to buy him anything. However, he perked up when Sugar by Maroon 5 started playing. Lucifer and Satan also looked up seeming to recognize it as well.

"All right then, Cassandra! Whaddya say you and me dance?" Mammon stood up excitedly and pulled at her sleeve as she took a swig of beer.

"Yes, what do you say we all head out onto the floor Cassandra?" She gave Lucifer a shocked look as he stood up as well.

She got up and Mammon wasted no time in grabbing her hand, making her blush. "HEY! What's the big idea?! Why are you two coming along, huh?!" Mammon glared at them as they joined them.

"It'll be more fun if we all dance together now won't it?" Satan said trying to push his buttons.

"Hey, no, stay away! Shoo!" Mammon hissed at them as they started dancing next to them.

"Relax Mammon they're just dancing." She chuckled twirling in his arms, she felt his hand tighten on her hip as he glared at them over her head.

As they danced she noticed Mammon was especially handsy, not in an inappropriate way, but his hands never left her. She couldn't bring herself to push him away even though she knew she should have. She even found herself enjoying his touch and the feeling it gave her.

Eventually, they went back to their seats. Mammon smiled happily as he downed his beer. She chuckled as she watched him enjoying himself and he gave her a questioning look. "I thought you didn't want to come to the human world." She said grinning at him.

"Exactly. You screamed bloody murder about me bringing you here and now look at you." Lucifer said shaking Satan's head.

"Well that was then and this is now. As long as I'm here I don't wanna waste my chance to have fun!" Mammon huffed defensively with a shrug.

"Come on, it's time to go." Satan said with a frown.

They got a hotel for the night and left for the train station first thing in the morning.

The train station was quite large and was lined with all sorts of shops. There was even an old train that had been used in the Harrison Porter films. Next to it was a shop filled with merchandise from the film. She remembered that she had watched the movie with Mammon a few weeks ago.

Mammon made a B line for the shop waving her over. "Hey... Hey Cass! Check it out! This place is selling official Harrison Porter and the world of wizards merchandise!" Satan and Lucifer followed her over to him. They both had disapproving looks on their faces.

"Look at this Cassandra! They've got chocolate lizard keychains! And it looks like real chocolate! Man, they did a good job on these huh... You totally want one too right?! Come on admit ya want it! You should ask for more stuff!" Mammon turned to her pleadingly. She hadn't really been asking them for anything during all their shopping trips, only requesting things she absolutely needed. She wasn't really used to having people buy things for her.

She looked at the keychains, they were quite cute. She had to admit that she wanted it even though it wasn't something she really needed. Perhaps Mammon was succeeding in corrupting her because she said, "Yeah, they are pretty cool..." And glanced back at Satan and Lucifer with a somewhat pleading expression.

"I knew it! Come on we'll buy a matching pair!" Mammon grabbed two of the keychains off the shelf with a triumphant smile.

"Fine, I suppose I don't have a choice..." Lucifer gave in smiling as he grabbed two more keychains for himself and Satan.

Lucifer had booked them a private cabin on the train. It was first class and came with a bed and a sitting area, it was almost like a hotel room.

"Wow, this is what I call luxury!" She said flopping down on the bed with a smile. She rarely got to stay anywhere nice when she was traveling for work, sometimes she and Kieran had to set up a makeshift camp in the more remote places.

The train started forward and soon they could see the English countryside flying by them.

"Whooooa! Check it out, Cassandra! Sheep... Real live sheep! There's a whole flock of em! WHOA! Bet they taste good!" Mammon said excitedly looking out the window.

"They are cute..." She said peering out the window next to him.

"Mammon quit shouting every time you see something mildly interesting. You're embarrassing us." Satan glared at Mammon while trying to read a book he'd bought.

Mammon ignored him and stood up still excited. "By the way, they've got a place where you go and eat on this train, right? What's it called again... The dining car? I'm gonna go get some pictures and brag about it to Beel when we get back!" He left the cabin leaving her alone with Lucifer and Satan.

It was quiet for a moment, almost too quiet as she continued looking out the window.

Suddenly a woman's scream cut through the air causing her to jump to her feet out of reflex.

"Someone call the crew! A woman's been stabbed!" Someone yelled down the hall and she darted out the door before Lucifer or Satan could stop her.

She ran out into the hall practically colliding with Mammon. Several people were chasing after him.

"Stop him! He's a murderer!" One man yelled at her as Mammon ducked behind her. Lucifer and Satan caught up to them and glared at Mammon.

"What did you do this time?" Lucifer hissed at him.

"I haven't done nothin'!" Mammon said looking confused as two men closed in on them. A frightened woman stood behind them.

"He killed her! He stabbed that woman!" One of the men pointed at Mammon with a wild look.

"That's right!" The woman said behind him trembling.

The third man who was wearing a rather gaudy shirt eyed them suspiciously as Mammon cowered behind her. "You three. Are you with this man?"

"As a matter of fact, we are." She said frowning as she put her hand on her hip. Mammon may be a demon but he certainly didn't strike her as the type to go around randomly stabbing people. There obviously had been some sort of mistake.

"Well, I'm not personally..." Satan immediately denied her claim.

"I've never seen this man before in my life." Lucifer huffed glaring at Mammon.

"HEY! You two are EVIL, ya know that?! So Cassandra is the only one who'll stand up for me?! Seriously?!" Mammon glared at his two brothers.

Thinking on her feet she quickly stepped forward. "Please excuse my associates- they have a rather dark sense of humor. My name is Cassandra Grimm, I often work with the police. Here's my I.D." She handed the man with the gaudy shirt her I.D card that stated she was an official police informant.

The three brothers stopped and stared at her as she entered work mode. "I'm traveling on business right now but I'm more than happy to help with this investigation. Seeing as one of my associates is involved I assure you that if he has committed a crime I will hand him off to Scotland yard myself."

"Cassandra?!" Mammon said looking betrayed but she turned her head so he could see her wink at him.

"Grimm huh? Where have I heard that name before?" The man handed her back her card with a frown.

"Oh Thank goodness!" The woman looked relieved.

"Alright, I'm going to start by asking him some questions so I'll be right back." She quickly turned around to face the brothers.

"What was that card you gave them?" Lucifer asked looking shocked.

"My police informant I.D. I wasn't lying you know I've worked with the police on several murder investigations." She said quietly so they wouldn't be overheard.

"Really? Will you tell me about it sometime?" Satan said looking intrigued.

"Hey! I'm being accused of murder here! Could ya take it more seriously?!" Mammon hissed at them.

"Alright, Mammon tell us what happened then." She said nodding at him.

"Well I was lookin' for the dining car but I came across this dead end. It had a sign on it that said 'No admittance. This car has been reserved for a private party.' So I thought I had to go through there to get to the dining car. I thought ' I'll just pretend I can't read human writin'. So I went in and it was real dark it took a minute to see the people inside sittin' at a table with a candle on it. I asked them what they were doing and they started screaming that I was a spirit! And then the old lady fell over with a knife in her back. The last thing she said was 'Mammon'. So I said 'Mammon huh... Well then seems she decided to name someone great and noble in her last breath. Cause that's MY name! Say hello to MAMMON... The one and only!' Then they said she was naming her murder and started chasing me..." Mammon explained as she ran her hand through her hair with a sigh.

"... Just how much of an idiot are you?" Lucifer said what she was thinking. Satan nodded in agreement.

Mammon started to protest but Lucifer cut him off. "You never think before you act. That's why you're always ending up in these situations, you complete and utter moron." He hissed before thwacking Mammon over the head. Mammon yelped, rubbing his head.

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't insisted on telling them your name. But being the fool that you are, you just had to didn't you?" Satan growled at him and Mammon began to cry, sniffling as he wiped the tears off his cheeks.

She sighed, starting to feel bad for him. "It's alright Mammon. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't your fault." She reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, ignoring Satan's snort of disgust.

She gasped in surprise when Mammon suddenly hugged her tight, and she was thankful that they had moved out of the eyesight of the other passengers.

"... You're so nice, Cassandra. It's like someone took my heart and shattered it. But now here you come to the rescue bein' all cool and nice. It really hits me in the feels, Cassandra..." He sobbed squeezing her tightly and she felt herself turning red.

He pulled back to glare at his brothers. "Those two, they're EVIL! You're the only one who's nice to me..." He gave her a tearful look as she pulled away.

"In case you've forgotten, you're a demon, Mammon. Which makes you evil as well." Satan huffed giving him a disdainful look.

"Alright look, Mammon's obviously being used as a scapegoat here. The real killer has to be one of them. But they aren't going to let us off the train unless we prove it." She said glancing back in the direction of the other passengers.

"I don't believe this. As if we needed another problem to deal with..." Lucifer groaned.

"Only one version of events is ever true!" Satan said excitedly eyes gleaming.

"Eh? What are you talkin' about?" Mammon frowned at him confused.

"It's a line from The Mid-Fall Murders, a human world crime series. That was the lead character inspector Alder's catchphrase. I never thought I'd get to use it in real life." Satan explained with a smile.

"Oh? You watch that show too?!" Cassandra smiled at the mention of one of her favorite TV shows.

"Yes. So you know it as well." Satan smiled at her.

She could tell the other passengers were getting restless so she walked back out to them with a serious expression.

"I've gotten my associate's side of the story and now I would like to examine the body. And of course, I will be needing statements from all of you as well." She said in a formal tone however the man with the gaudy shirt seemed impatient.

"Look if that man is the killer we should just hand him off to Scotland yard at the next station-" He started marching up to her wildly gesturing in Mammon's direct. He was squaring his shoulders trying to intimidate her but she stood her ground.

"I think all of you should go wait in the dining car for now. Goodbye." Lucifer said calmly stepping forward and the man stopped in his tracks.

"... Right, good idea. We'll let you guys track down whoever did it." The man said suddenly changing his tune. He turned around and left with the other man and woman.

"Wh... What did you do?" Cassandra said shocked.

"It's one of our powers as demons. We're able to manipulate humans, sort of like a form of hypnosis." Satan explained.

She raised an eyebrow at him and he continued. "... Ah, but Lord Diavolo has explicitly forbidden anyone from doing that to you. Asmo's power to seduce others is an even more powerful form of manipulation."

"Does that mean it wouldn't work on me anyway?" She asked curiously.

"Oh yeah, that's right. He couldn't charm you. It's probably because you have fairy ancestry but we do come across humans who are immune." Satan said as they went in to examine the murder victim.

The woman appeared middle-aged, she was slumped over in her chair with the knife still in her back.

Lucifer gasped when he saw her face. "Wait a minute!... This woman...!... Is Grisella."

"What did you say?!" Satan gawked at him.

"Are you sure?!" Cassandra said stunned.

Lucifer nodded. "I'm certain of it. This is Grisella, the witch we were going to see."

"You've got to be kiddin' me!" Mammon exclaimed looking back at the woman's face for a closer look.

"I guess that explains why she said your name. She recognized you. So the whole 'she was naming her murderer' argument falls apart." Cassandra said with a nod.

"Yeah! This proves I'm innocent!" Mammon smiled in relief.

"Alright, we've got what we needed. Let's tell the passengers." She said heading out towards the dining car.

She approached the three passengers in the dining car who were sitting together murmuring among themselves. They looked up as she walked up to them with the three demons in tow.

"We now have proof that this man-" she waved to Mammon, "is innocent."

"Innocent? But that woman called out his name right as she died!" The younger man immediately protested, standing up.

"Yes. Because the truth is she actually knew him." Satan said standing next to her.

"What did you say...?" The woman blinked in surprise.

"Just before she died, someone she knew appeared before her unexpectedly. It seems that's why she said his name." Satan explained to them with a smile.

"... If that's true, then she might not have been trying to name her killer." The younger woman seemed thoughtful now. She frowned glancing at her two male companions.

"B-but that man went inside the lounge and moments later she was killed! The timing is a little too perfect to be a coincidence." The man in the gaudy shirt said nervously seeing the doubt in the woman's eyes.

"It wasn't a coincidence. The real killer used him as a distraction so no one could see him make his move." Cassandra said narrowing her eyes and the man swallowed hard.

"As soon as everyone inside the lounge realized that someone was intruding on them, they all turned to see who it was. Which means Grisella was facing Mammon's direction." Satan said and the young man gasped his eyes going wide with realization.

"Wha? Wait a minute, no... I'm TOTALLY lost here." Mammon said confused.

Lucifer sighed "Grisella was stabbed in the back, correct?"

"Yeah... So?" Mammon said still clueless.

Lucifer frowned. "Do you think yourself capable of stabbing someone in the back if they're looking right at you, Mammon?"

"You have a point..." The man with the gaudy shirt said reluctantly.

"Regardless we are sealing off the lounge until we reach the next station. So please stay in your cabins until then." Cassandra said and everyone left for their cabins.

Back in the first class cabin Lucifer let out a long sigh.

"Hey, why the sad look? You know we've proven that I'm innocent now right?" Mammon said smiling as he flopped down on the bed next to Cassandra.

"If Grisella is dead, that means we can't lift the curse that caused us to switch bodies... So in the end we came all the way to the human world for nothing and the speech is tomorrow..." Lucifer said looking over a Satan with a miserable expression.

Suddenly all the hair on her body stood up as she sensed another presence, a supernatural presence. She jumped to her feet bristling as she eyed the doorway.

"Come out I know you're there!" She growled and a ghostly figure slid through the doorway.

"...Well this is just wonderful. I don't believe it. What a miserable state to be stuck in." The spirit grumbled before taking on the form of Grisella, though she was now see-through.

"Okay NOW, what's goin on?" Mammon said looking alarmed.

"... Hold on. I know that voice..." Lucifer said looking at the mist taking Grisella's shape.

Grisella formed and nodded at them. "... Yes. It's me." She wearily.

Mammon shook his head in disbelief. "Like... You're a witch! You're supposed to be able to see the future and know when you're gonna die. Didn't ya bother to check?"

Grisella gave him an annoyed look. "I knew I would die at some point during my trip on this train, yes. But I didn't know how... Only that I would. There's no cheating death. I accept my fate... However, I'd like to know why I was killed before I rest."

"And you're telling us this because...?" Lucifer said raising an eyebrow.

"I know why you came here." Grisella responded solemnly.

"Ah, I see... We're going to figure out who it was that killed Grisella." Lucifer announced and Mammon groaned.

"That sounds like a lot of work!" He grumbled.

Cassandra shook her head. "Not really. It has to be one of the three of them."

"Exactly. The first of the three is Noah. He's someone I'm well acquainted with. He hoped to become my apprentice. And he introduced me to the people requesting today's seance. As for the other two... I'd never met them before. Their names are Lucas and Sophia, and they're siblings. They were hoping to speak with the spirit of their younger sister." Grisella explained who the passengers were.

So this meant the only one who actually had any motive was Noah. After all, why would a totally stranger kill someone out of the blue? Although the siblings might have been hired assassins but that seemed unlikely.

"So then I guess we'll need to torture each one separately until we get our answer." Satan said snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Yes, that shouldn't take long at all." Lucifer agreed with him.

"Okay, then! Which one of those humans should we torture first?" Mammon asked with a smile.

"Hold on. That's a bit excessive. Plus it'll draw way too much attention. There are better ways to handle this." Cassandra quickly stopped them.

"Wha... Better ways? Like what?" Mammon protested.

Lucifer however seemed to understand where she was coming from. "Alright, we'll do it your way."

She turned to Grisella who was eyeing her with interest.

"Hmmm, your not a normal human to be able to detect me that quickly. Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised since you are hanging around demons." She drifted closer to her curious.

"Do you remember being stabbed?" Cassandra asked her and Grisella nodded.

"I remember the pain I felt as the knife entered... It felt like it was thrust up from below. It burned like fire... But that's all I remember." She said and Cassandra looked over at Mammon.

"Mammon, what did you first see when you entered the room?" She asked and Mammon paused to think.

"... At first I thought it was pitch black in there. But then I saw there was a candle burnin' on a table in the middle of the room. Grisella was the person closest to the door. Behind her were the two guys... And the girl was sittin' farthest away. And that one guy with the flashy shirt-" Mammon was cut off by Grisella.

"That would be Noah. He likes to be unique and make a statement." She explained.

"Yeah. Well, he stayed sittin' in the chair the whole time." Mammon finished and Cassandra nodded.

"Alright, I'm pretty sure I know who the killer is." She announced and everyone turned to her in surprise.

"You do?" Satan said wide-eyed.

"Are you serious?" Lucifer said equally surprised.

"Yes, can you go get them and bring them out to the hall?" She asked and Lucifer nodded and left with Satan and Mammon.

"Cassandra." Grisella called out to her before she could follow them. "I have to say I'm surprised. I never expected Lucifer of all demons to listen to a human. He clearly trusts you doesn't he?... But know that nothing lasts forever. Sometime in the near future, he will lose every last ounce of trust he has in you now." Grisella warned.

Cassandra's lips twisted into a self-demeaning smile. "... I don't need to be able to see into the future to know that. What does he do? Put an end to my miserable life?" She said bitterly, imagining his reaction when he finds out she was helping Belphegor.

"No... You will die by your own pride, not his." Grisella said shaking her head sadly.

"...huh?" She said taken off guard. "What do you mean-" she was cut off by a commotion coming from the main car and she went to meet up with the guys.

The young man, Lucas looked at her expectantly as she entered the room. "Hey is what they're saying true? You know who killed her?"

Noah gave her a dirty look. "I'm not playing along with this. She's not even a real cop." He tried to leave but Mammon blocked his path.

"Noah." She said and he spun around looking startled.

"H-hey, I never told you my name..." He looked nervous now, she could see the sweat glistening on his forehead.

"Let's be honest here. You're really the only one that had any motive. Bitter that you didn't get that apprentice position were we?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"You think I killed her?! I respected and admired Grisella! How do you know all this stuff anyway?! Do you have any proof?" His voice went up an octave as he shouted at her, he was now visibly shaking.

Satan brushed past her. "Ugh, I can't take it anymore Cassandra! I can't just sit here and watch! Allow me to take over from here!" She nodded at him as he turned to Noah with a serious expression.

"Noah... You are the killer! The handle of the knife was pointed slightly downward, correct?" He asked and Lucas nodded. "Yes, that's right."

"At the time of the incident, both Sophia and Lucas were standing up." Satan pointed out.

"Yes, it was a natural reaction. We both jumped to our feet..." Sophia said looking frightened by the memory.

"The only way the knife could have been inserted at that angle would be if the person was seated. So Noah, who didn't stand up is the killer." Satan explained with a smug look.

Noah let out a yell. "NO! What?! Who are you guys anyway?! ... Wait a minute... Grimm." His eyes locked on her and she felt her hair stand on end and he moved closer.

"I remember now! You're one of those mongrel Grimm's aren't you?!" He spat at her with venom in his voice. Mammon was reaching out to grab Noah to stop him from getting too close but her fist was faster. She hit him square in the jaw causing him to stagger backward stunned. Mammon grabbed him roughly stopping him from retaliating.

" Don't fucking call me that." She snarled at him. He trembled seeing Mammon's furious expression. She had never seen Mammon make such a dark expression before, it looked as if he wanted to rip Noah to shreds on the spot.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Noah?" Lucifer said looking down at the man now trembling on the floor.

"It's true... I killed her..." He admitted lowering his head. Grisella was standing next to him but it seemed he was unable to see her. She shook her head in disappointment.

"I really did admire her! She had true power. I asked to become her apprentice but she refused to accept me. She didn't have faith in me...!" Noah said tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You killed her for that? Pfft, just like a human." Mammon snorted in disgust.

"I even told her I'd give up everything I owned to become her apprentice! But she still wouldn't accept me and so my life had no meaning anymore..." Noah put his head in his hands.

They alerted the crew about what had happened and Noah was taken away and everyone else went back to their cabins.

Grisella sighed when they all got back to their cabin. "... Come to think of it, Noah did tell me that he used to be a knife thrower for a circus act. I knew the time of my death was approaching... That's why I wasn't interested in taking on an apprentice. And yet that's precisely what led to my death... Ugh, the irony." She shook her head in frustration.

"Yeah, but he was a real pain in the ass. If you ask me, you made the right choice not takin' him on." Mammon said glancing at Cassandra.

"I agree with Mammon. If he was willing to kill you over something like that who knows what he would have done with any real power." Cassandra said and Grisella nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I suppose you're right. I'm sorry you got caught up in this. You know I always wanted to meet a Grimm. It's a shame that I didn't get to meet you when I was alive." Grisella said wistfully.

"Hey, Cass is your hand ok? Ya hit that guy pretty hard." Mammon gently picked up her hand looking it over.

"I'm fine. I know how to throw a punch." She gave him a reassuring smile.

"It was a rather impressive punch. And a well-deserved one at that." Satan chuckled but Mammon frowned.

"The nerve of that guy callin' ya that... Why I could've ripped em in half..." Mammon grumbled still upset.

Grisella looked over at Satan. "Satan there's something I'd like to ask you. I gave you that forbidden book for a reason. I knew that book would be a catalyst for change in your relationship with Lucifer. Though that's not what you wanted back then."

Satan scoffed glaring at her. "No. Which is why I made sure to stay away from it. Yet for all my effort..."

Grisella chuckled "Well you can't change fate. Even if you are a demon. You must endeavor to make the best of the hand fate deals you, no matter what it may be. Always remember that." She raised her hands up and there was a flash of light.

The light receded and Satan and Lucifer looked at each other with relieved expressions. "Wait... What happened?" Mammon said letting go of her hand that he had been holding. She hadn't even realized he'd never let go after inspecting it.

" Well... It's about time!" Lucifer said looking down at his body.

"Yes... We're ourselves again." Satan slumped on his chair relieved to be back in his own skin.

"You HAD to get me caught up in this, huh? I went through hell for you guys, you know..." Mammon started to complain but his brothers ignored him.

"Cassandra, remember what I told you earlier. Your fate is uncertain." Grisella whispered in her ear before fading away. Cassandra frowned looking out the window as the brothers talked amongst themselves. There was a sense of urgency in Grisella's voice almost as if what she predicted was going to happen in the near future.

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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omg omg i know matthews birthday isnt for a couple weeks but i would die for a bday sex one shot omg

i made you wait so long for this i'm so sorry omg. one-shots usually take me longer bc i want them to be detailed!

summary: reader has plans for Matthew’s 41st birthday, but things take their own turn.

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, oral (male receiving), degradation, Soft!Dom Matthew with some fluff, too; fingering, creampie, implied age gap.

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.3k

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I haul the enormous bag of flour onto the counter, grunting. it's early afternoon, and my day has been spent wrapping all of Matthew's gifts and trying to plan out the perfect birthday celebration. he's turning 41, and all I want is for him to feel as special as he feels to me. the cake is the last piece of the puzzle, and I'm hoping that my less-than-excellent culinary skills improve over the course of the next few hours.

I set out all the ingredients first, swaying to my music while I go through the recipe and decide how much I need. it shouldn't be too complicated, right? just chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. I thought I'd try to recreate the Rumple Buttercup cartoon with it, but now I'm not so sure. that might be flirting with disaster.

instead of deciding right there, I just get started on the batter. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

the air is thick with sweetness and warmth as the oven slowly pre-heats and I stir together the silky smooth chocolate batter. I pour the mix into a round baking pan, tapping it a bit to make sure it's even, before pushing it into the oven. naturally, I lick the whisk clean.

my phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see that Matthew's texted me.

on my way home now!

my heart stutters in my chest as I check the time. he's definitely early; he told me this morning that he wouldn't be at home until at least seven. my eyes flicker to the cake, over the messy kitchen, and back to my screen.

early?

yep. can't wait to see you. followed by a series of heart emojis. I start to panic a little. this throws my whole schedule off; I was going to do my hair, pick up food from his favorite restaurant, set the table, litter the bed with rose petals. I wanted everything to be just right for him; it's the first time he's had a birthday with me.

and now he's going to come home to me with flour-dusted cheeks and a half-baked cake. I quickly clean the kitchen and wipe my face before running off to the bedroom, rifling through my closet for something nice. thank god I already showered this morning because there's no way I'd have time now. I find the dress I'd planned to wear, red and slinky and pretty, before dropping my clothes and changing right away.

truly, I move at the speed of light when I do my hair, scatter the rose petals, and call the restaurant to get our order started. we'll need to run out and get it, but Matthew likes going for walks, so that shouldn't be a problem.

the smell of chocolate wafts through the house while I tie an apron around my waist and get a bowl out of the cabinets. the cake needs to cool for a while, but I might as well get started on the frosting. who knows how long that'll take?

too damn long, apparently.

Matthew opens the front door while I'm halfway through my crumb coat, the soft green shade of the Rumple Buttercup colors coming along nicely. I start to panic a little when I hear his footsteps on the stairs.

"Y/N!" he calls out.

"kitchen!" I respond without moving. he probably shouldn't see the cake, but at this point it's too late. there's fluffy buttercream frosting and food coloring all over my apron. all I can do is wait patiently as he strolls into the room.

"what are you up to?" he sets his hand on my back, smiling.

"making your cake, birthday boy."

"mmm." he wraps a hand around my arm, drags it down while leaning his chin on my shoulder. "looks really nice so far."

"you like the color?" I ask.

"I do." he mumbles, starting to touch my waist. "what material is this?"

"silk."

"you know I love that." he squeezes my waist and I have to resist the blush spreading up my cheeks. he's affectionate right now, and I want to resist, but it's hard.

"what're you doing?" I question playfully in response to the drifting of his fingers down my thighs.

"I'm excited to see you."

"I'm excited to see you, too, but we have a strict schedule tonight."

Matthew groans and drops his head into the space between my neck and shoulder. his hands don't leave my hips.

"why?" he whines.

"because I want you to have the best birthday ever." I smooth off the top of the cake, sighing when he digs his fingernails into me. it feels heavenly, and the featherlight kisses he's leveling on my jaw are making me woozy.

"making me wait?" he brushes over my ass, squeezing the flesh lightly. "that's cruel."

I laugh a little and swipe my finger through the frosting.

"try this and tell me if I'm still cruel."

he grabs my hand in both of his, sliding my index into his mouth and licking it off of me. my jaw drops in surprise before he pulls away and drops it. it's unbelievably sexy.

"that is really good." he smiles, then kisses my cheek in an alarmingly innocent manner. he knows what he's doing. "don't be a tease, darling."

"you--" I stutter, trying to regain my concentration. it's futile at this point; it isn't until he moves away from my body that I'm able to keep working on the cake. he only glances with a knowing smirk, walking around the counter to sit across from me.

"how was your day?"

"my day was jam-packed with planning for a little ingrate's birthday." I joke.

"I'm not an ingrate." he protests. one look at his pout and I feel guilty for teasing. standing on tiptoes, I lean over the counter and plant a kiss on his mouth.

"you're right, I'm sorry," I sigh. "I just had a whole plan and when you came home early, I didn't have time for all of it."

"what can I do?" he offers immediately. I scowl.

"you're not gonna help me prepare your birthday celebration, silly."

"but I wanna make it easier."

"you wanna make it easier?" I ask, the corners of my lips quirking up. he nods enthusiastically and I hold his gaze. "I need to go pick up our dinner, so you can walk with me."

"ooh, yes!" he leaps up in an almost child-like manner, coming around to my side again. I nuzzle into his shoulder as I finish piping the face onto the cake. he snorts when he sees the completed project. "is that Rumple?"

"shut up, it looks so bad." I complain. my body leans into his in defeat. even though I tried, Rumple looks like he's been possessed and exorcised in one sitting: he's got crazy eyes and a lopsided face.

"no, it's beautiful," he pecks the top of my head. "he's supposed to look funny."

all I can do is turn around and hug him, giggling at the absolute monstrosity that I've created. he wraps his arms around me tightly and we start to sway a little.

"I feel like Victor Frankenstein." I laugh. he untangles our bodies to tilt my chin up and look at him.

"you're way cuter." he rubs my nose with his own. I'm smiling so big, it hurts. he makes me so unbelievably happy, I can't imagine not being by his side. Matthew is the best boyfriend in the world, and I really want everything to live up to his expectations.

our fingers thread together briefly before we get ready to go pick up our food.

...

"I am literally going to combust." I giggle, throwing my napkin onto the table. red wax drips down the sides of the candle between us, and Matthew's eyes are starry as he watches me talk.

"good?" he asks.

"amazing. how was yours?"

"could barely get it down." he gestures to the empty plate. I throw my head back and laugh more than I should. Matthew frowns. "what?"

"that's such a dad joke."

"really?" he laughs along with me until we're both just smiling brightly at each other. I don't want to step too far; we've been dating under a year, still. but I see myself with Matthew forever. we've already moved in together; I've never felt so strongly as I feel for him, and I think that he feels it, too. in our bones.

"yes, but I like dad jokes."

"come here." he holds his arms out and I get up from the table, walking over to sit on his lap. he shifts so I can be more comfortable, and I place both hands on my stomach.

"I have such a food baby right now."

"do you?" he sets one hand over the bump. I lean my head into his shoulder, curling up a little. he starts to rub my tummy gently, holding me close while we sit in a relative quiet. "I like it."

"mmm." I hum, wrapping my arms around his neck. although he could easily turn this sexual, he doesn't. we just linger, breathing and letting our food settle. I really am full; the chances of me falling asleep are higher than not.

I ask Matthew to tell me more about his day as I sit there, and the rumble of his voice in his chest is soothing. as the candle wax drips further and further down, I watch it with lethargic eyes. I've had a hard year-- Matthew's made it better. he can read me like a book, and he listens like I've got all the answers in the world. I love him. and when I head to the kitchen to slice the cake, he follows me with his arms around my waist. we move like two people who have been together a long time, like we can anticipate the next person's movement down to the flicker of their eye contact, down to their step.

"I can't believe you have room for dessert." I grab a knife from the drawer, along with some plates. Matthew kisses my head.

"I've got room for multiple desserts."

"was that a sexual allusion or are you actually hungry?" I turn briefly to gauge his behavior. if he hasn't had enough to eat, I'll feel horrible. but he leans down to my ear. it still sends a shiver down my spine.

"definitely sexual," he smirks, then retreats. "let's do this, though, first. I want a piece of Rumple's eyeball."

"just get out the candles so I can do this for you." I push him away. he heads to the cupboard and returns with the pack of candles that I begin to spear into the cake. I only put in ten because there's not room for forty-one, but he doesn't seem to mind as I light them up individually.

"go sit down! you weren't even supposed to come in here." I laugh as I lift the dish into my arms and shoo him into the other room. Matthew gives me a sidelong look, smiling for an unknown reason, before following my orders.

he pretends to look surprised when I bring the thing out to him, mouth making a pleased O shape.

"wow!" he cheers.

"make a wish, then, my love." I tell him. he inhales deeply, then blows out the candles. one or two stragglers remain, their flames flickering before he tries again and snuffs them out. I clap my hands.

"happy birthday, baby!"

he grins at me and starts to pluck the candles out of the cake. "you didn't sing to me." he says.

"trust me, that was a gift in itself." I laugh before picking up the knife. "how big a slice do you want?"

Matthew seems to think for a second on this, squinting as he examines the thing.

"big."

"alright then." I cut an enormous hunk out, making sure to get one of the maddened eyeballs on it before sliding it onto the plate and giving it to him. "enjoy."

"oh, I will." before I can move to sit across from him, he reaches out and pulls me into his lap. I let out a surprised noise, but settle in anyway on his thigh while I cut my own slice of cake. we eat together.

"it's actually pretty good." I'm impressed with myself. sure, it's not a super complicated recipe. but I still did well. Matthew wraps his arm around my waist, one hand holding his plate while the other digs the fork in.

"it's amazing." he nods through a mouthful of food.

"how's the eye?"

"how you'd expect a vitreous humor to taste." he jokes, laughing as I elbow him in the ribs. "ow!" he complains. I swipe some of the frosting off the top of his slice and tap it over his nose. he wrinkles it at the sensation.

"maybe I'll just leave." I move to get up, but he keeps me in place. his little smile, so determined in its happiness, makes my heart soften. for all of his teasing, he's weak for me, and I love it. when I lean down a little to lick the icing off, he blushes.

"when can I have you?" he asks quietly, one hand resting on the top of my bare thigh. it tightens around my skin, growing more aware of my presence in his lap. I bite my lip and mull this over, subtly draw the hem of my dress up a bit just to tease him.

"I'm thinking..." this time, he lets me get up. my fingers slide through his, dragging him with me. "now."

Matthew gets an excited grin on his face before I spin around and lead him to the bedroom. a couple candles are burning, filling the room with a deep, sensual smell that he inhales as he stops in his tracks.

"did you put rose petals on our bed?" he chuckles, staring at me with his eyebrows raised in an adoring expression. I run my palms up his chest, stopping below his shoulders. I poke my tongue between my teeth as I smile.

"yes, I did."

"very romantic."

"is it?" I lift an eyebrow. it takes everything in me not to pounce on him right then.

"consider me seduced."

"if you ever use that word again, I'm calling this off." I laugh. he silences it in a kiss, eagerly gathering my body up in his arms as he tilts his head to deepen it. a slight moan slips through me, pleased with the gentle, innocent pleasure he elicits. he's softer than velvet. when he crushes the silk of my dress in his fist, lifting it over my ass so he can touch me without barriers, he groans.

"did I pay for this?" he rolls the fabric between his fingers.

"mhmm." I hum.

"good." his breath hitches when the zipper comes down easily, the garment falling to the floor and leaving me in brand new black lingerie. his eyes move hungrily over my body, pupils dilating further as he takes in the curves of my figure.

"this is new."

I twist around a bit, showing him the back as well, his grip on my waist loosening only to allow me this movement. "you like it?"

he groans. "I love it."

I want to start undressing him, greedy for the sight of his naked body, but he reaches down and lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around him while he carries me to the floral-covered mattress. I sink into a rosy paradise, almost give into the alluring sensations he causes with his fingertips over my skin.

he's between my legs, teeth seeking out collarbone and the swell of my chest. it would be so, so easy to remain here, pinned down and allowing him to let loose on me. every deliberate shadow on my body is like a sunburst. but I can't.

I grab his shoulders and yank him down next to me. he peers at me with a smile, wondering what I've got in store. the answer is too loaded to fit into one sentence, so I watch him move up the bed until he's resting his head on the pillow, my legs moving to straddle him.

"taking control?" he questions. he knows I don't usually like to be on top. instead of replying, I reach behind me and undo the clasps of my bra, sliding it from my arms before tossing it somewhere else. his eyes widen and he goes to grab at my tits, but I'm too quick. I lean down, unbuttoning his shirt and drawing my nails over his chest as I lower myself to his pants.

Matthew is silent, open-mouthed at the red marks I leave behind on his smooth skin. it's intoxicating for me, too, and I work quickly to tug his bottoms down his legs, the boxers with them. when his dick is released, I let him struggle through a moment of no contact.

"let me touch you." he goes to stroke himself. my gaze flickers between the length he's now gripping in his hand and the needy look on his face. I want to fuck him right now. every cell in my body aches for him, for the pleasure that so violently rips through my veins when he's inside.

"not yet." I betray myself, and his hips buck into empty air when he sees my torso so close to his erection. when I drop my head and lick up the underside, he lets go of himself and allows me to tease him. I pause at the tip, then hold the base while I spit on it.

"shit!" he grunts as I start to swirl my tongue around him. his fingers run through my hair. "suck on it, baby."

all I do is moan, the vibration torturing him. I peek up through my lashes and see the veins in his neck throbbing while he resists the urge to fuck my mouth. I soften and lower my head slowly, inch by inch swallowing his cock. he hits the back of my throat. the slight gag that runs through me makes him sigh. it's then that I tap his hand as our signal to push my head down.

Matthew loses it. he starts to shove my mouth onto him, fucking it, one hand reaching behind him to grab the top of the headboard while he groans.

"choke on it... fuck." he moans. there are tears in my eyes from the pressure, but I keep looking at him the whole time. he's gorgeous, mouth dropped open in ecstasy while he goes between rolling his eyes into the back of his head and staring with an intense desire.

every time I gag, he lets out an unholy noise and gets excited all over again, his hips moving to meet my lips until he's on the edge of falling apart. his cock twitches and I moan, but he's not willing to finish.

"get over here so I can fuck you." his voice is borderline raspy as he forces himself to release my head. I sit up and wipe the spit from my mouth, crawling on top of him again to leave some of my favorite marks on his neck. he's mine. every bite stands to prove it, and his quick breaths let me know that he's not going to wait much longer.

his fingertips hook in the waistband of my panties and he pushes them down my thighs, purses his lips while he watches me shimmy out of them. it's wonderful, seeing the disarray in his face whenever he catches sight of my naked form. he never knows where to touch first, moving over my breasts to my waist and hips down to my legs. like he's trying to blend our bodies together by simply drinking me in.

I tense when he reaches out and sinks two fingers into me. I'm so wet, it takes almost no pressure.

"fucking soaked, huh?" he smirks. my hands steady themselves on his shoulders as he starts to pump in and out of me. I groan.

"get inside, please." I murmur nearly incoherently. he starts to go faster, his cock throbbing against his stomach. but he wants me to squirm and beg.

"oh, so you've got demands?" he teases. his fingers curl in my pussy, brushing over my special spot, and I almost gasp at the pleasure. "after making me wait?"

"I just--" I start to defend myself, but it's fruitless. he guides my face down to his, whispering in my ear.

"let me guess: you just wanted me to have a good birthday?"

"yes." a choked, desperate reply.

"let me show you what kind of present I want, then." he removes his fingers and lines himself up at my entrance, pushing me all the way down before sliding the pads of his digits into my mouth. I lick them clean while I moan. his cock is so deep inside me, I can barely breathe.

the combined pressures between my hips and on my tongue, make me give up on drawing this out. it feels so good, I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to. I rise up a bit and sink onto him again, his jaw clenched at the sensation. he lets me do this a couple times and then pauses my actions.

"get on your hands and knees." he orders. I lift myself obediently, whining slightly at the loss of contact, before he sits up and switches positions so that he's kneeling behind. I wait patiently for him to do what he wants with me. he doesn't disappoint.

softly, he pushes my head down so that my cheek rests against the pillow while he slides in from the back. it's a completely different angle and I can barely handle the way he works through the tightness, his moans louder this time.

"thought you could sit on it and I would just let you?" he chuckles darkly, pulling out and moving in. my breath rattles in my chest at the repeated, delicious intrusions. my eyelids flutter shut while he keeps talking to me in that commanding, low tone. "you're my little slut."

the moan that comes from my lips is pathetic, like a mewl. he plows into me and my face presses into the mattress.

"such a perfect little pussy," his hands lure my hips to him while he groans at the new depths he keeps finding. "so responsive for me."

"faster, Matthew." I whine. although he's not going slow, I need more. the slam of his body against mine, from this angle, creates just short of enough friction for my clit. he follows my request, however, and fucks me at an insatiable pace.

"you like that?" he grunts. I literally don't have the mobility to nod, so I shove my ass back instead to take more. he bucks. "you feel so fucking good."

I whimper and he starts to stimulate my clit by reaching around, lowering himself a bit to do so. he keeps his arm pressed to my stomach so he can feel the bulge of his cock sliding in and out of me. "good girl. take it."

my fingertips fist the sheets and I whine as my orgasm approaches. he switches the pattern of pressure, finding what makes me fall apart fastest. I'm on the edge, my mouth dropping open in a silent cry. my hips start to move on their own, working against his cock as I moan his name and tumble into the abyss.

"Matthew, right there-- fuck me, fuck me--" I moan. he rams his hips so hard, the headboard slams the wall and he groans.

"you're gonna make me break you, baby." he warns. I bite my lip so hard that I almost puncture the skin, feeling like a planetary collision is occurring within my lower stomach. I'm coming up on a second climax.

"break me, then." I dare.

Matthew wraps his arm around my chest and brings me up so that I'm leaning against his chest while he whispers in my ear. "defiant little whores don't get my cum."

"but--" I complain, hips wriggling for more while he thrusts into me.

"apologize or I'll stop fucking you right now." he slows just to demonstrate the torture of not being inside me. I grasp at his hips to coax him, but he's determined. I take a shaky breath at the smooth, slow movements.

"I'm sorry." I beg. he reaches down and starts to play with my bundle of nerves again. as much as he wants to make me crash, he loves the way this feels, too.

"mmm," he hums while laying sloppy kisses along my neck. "good thing I wanna fill you up for being so sweet today."

his thrusts are uncontrolled and needy, rapid pushes between my legs that cause me to start shaking all over again. he rubs my clit and moans in my ear, spilling.

"I love you so much." he mumbles. the hand holding me to him squeezes one of my tits while I arch my spine and enjoy the slowing pace of our bodies. I moan his name.

"I love you, too." I'm in awe of how he changes for me, his attitude shifts whenever we're in bed. it's cosmic, how we fit together. and his withdrawal from my body causes both of us to collapse onto the bed with exhaustion.

I can only suck in air for a while. my limbs are like lead, in the best way.

"that was hot." he mutters. I turn to him, admiring his beautiful features, and nod lazily.

"a successful birthday, then?"

"after that cake? yeah." he scoffs jokingly and I giggle before curling into him. he traces his fingertips down my skin. "do you wanna take a shower?"

"I'm so tired." I groan. Matthew glances at me.

"I'm the one who just turned forty-one."

"shut up."

"come on, then. let's get you cleaned up."

he rises from the mattress, bringing me with him. a few stray rose petals flutter onto the ground.

#matthew gray gubler #mgg smut #mgg x reader #mgg oneshot

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asknarashikari · 2 years

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Funny minific idea: Due to an experiment, Touma’s eternal floof is transferred to Sento (bonus points if Mei approves and Sento freaks about his hair)

Didn't Sento have a floofy hair phase? Like... in the V Cinemas that we don't talk about?

"...When you called for a rescue this isn't exactly what I thought I'd be rescuing you from." Ren commented with an exasperated sigh, putting his double swords together and strapping them to his back.

Touma gave the other Rider a beseeching look. "They haven't stopped petting me since it happened!" he wailed. "I can't even get up anymore!"

The ninja scratched his head as he took in the sight before him. Touma was sitting in a chair, with Mei on his lap keeping him there and Kento and Rintaro on either side of him. They were rather preoccupied with Touma's hair, which was unusually sleek and straight, as if someone had just ironed it. The novelist's three lovers ooh and ahhed and kept saying things about how smooth and silky and shiny it was while playing and petting it as if it were the most amazing thing in the world.

"...Did you have an event I didn't know about for you to have to get your hair done?" Ren asked.

"No, I don't, and I didn't get my hair done." Ren raised his brows at him. "It was all Sento's fault."

"What did he do this time...?" Ren asked warily.

"He fixed Touma's hair, that's what," Mei replied, smiling, clearly approving of her boyfriend's new look.

"It wasn't bad before!" Touma said in exasperation.

"Yeah. It was soft and fluffy..." Kento said dreamily. "But this... it's so silky... it's good too..."

"Maybe you should keep this style for a little while, love. It does look good on you..." Rintaro added.

"Simps..." Ren rolled his eyes. "Can't you just have Sento give your floof back, if that's what you want?" Mei made a disapproving noise at the suggestion.

"I would, but..." Touma pointed at the door. "He's.. preoccupied."

Ren blinked, going to the door, and frowning when he heard voices filtering through it. He pushed it open...

Only for him to gape at the sight of Touma's senpai, curled up into a fetal position on the floor, crying, while his husband gave him frustrated looks. "What happened to this guy?!" he exclaimed.

"Ah, you're Touma's bud, aren't cha?" Ren nodded. "Ya saw what Touma's hair, right?" Ren nodded once more. "Well, look at his head."

Ren looked at Sento's head, which seemed less tame than usual. "Why does his hair look like Touma's normal hair?"

"Because that is Touma's hair. This genius made a contraption that accidentally switched their hair. Like, all the hair on their head, not just the hairstyle." Ryuuga explained. "I can guarantee you, if Touma suddenly has a story idea, he's gonna have the hair boner."

"...How the fuck does that even work?!" Ren yelled in disbelief.

"Beats me. But until this vain idiot gets over himself, your pal will be stuck like that for a while." Ryuuga said apologetically.

"Let him stay like this forever!" Mei called from the other room.

"Mei, no!" Touma cried. "I want my floof back!"

"...Y'all are fucking disasters." Ren sighed.

Ryuuga gave the other Rider a sympathetic look. "Don't I know it."

#kamen rider saber #kamiyama touma #fukamiya kento #shindo rintaro #sudo mei #bookstore ot4 #akamichi ren #kamen rider build #kiryuu sento #banjou ryuuga #otp: best match #minific #askrikkaiandhyotei

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eleven-times-lively · 4 years

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You and Me

I have a request for Percy! Perhaps the reader is head girl and as head boy Percy spends a lot of time with her but they are kinda pining for each other and eventually admit their feelings? Bonus points if the reader is a hufflepuff!

Summary: You and Percy have loved each other for years, yet neither of you seemed to realize it. Word Count: 1276 Note: This is deliciously fluffy and I’m super proud of it. A little saucy but no real smut. Enjoy!💕

As Dumbledore droned on you couldn’t help but stare at the red haired boy beside you. It was the weekly prefects and head students meeting, and it was Dumbledore’s typical lecture on presentation and restraint. As soul-draining and boring as it was, the meetings gave you an excuse to stare at Percy Weasley for an hour. You’d admired him ever since you’d met at your first prefects meeting in fifth year… shame that he barely noticed you.

“And don’t forget to monitor the common rooms after dark.” Dumbledore cleared his throat, excusing the students with a wave of his hand.

“Pity how we can hear the same information so many times, yet half of the students here fail to retain it.” You chuckled, walking out with Percy.

As he laughed lightly his hand brushed against your own. You could’ve sworn you felt his fingers twitch in desire. “Well,” he spoke up when you reached the Gryffindor common room, “my fellow head-student it seems that this is my stop.” He gave you a warm smile and a wink before heading inside.

The warmth that spread throughout you was unrecognizable, this boy was doing things to you. Taking your time walking back to your own common room, you thought of all of the lovely things you could do with Percy if only he loved you as much as you loved him.

***

Percy flopped down onto his bed, letting out a puff of air. He had a chance, and he wasted it. He thought of your hair bouncing as you walked, the tone your voice took when you were reprimanding students, or the way your head girl badge shone in that sunlight as it was always perfectly polished. You were the girl of his dreams, he hasn’t said anything for years, and you still hadn’t noticed him

***

The next night it was time for rounds, and you had been paired with Percy. “I don’t understand why they’d pair two different houses together,” you mused.

“More authority,” Percy spoke. He was always levelheaded, ready with a viable and succinct answer. “How was your day, y/n?”

“Great, thank you. Yours?”

“Quite boring. I find myself spending most of my time in the library preparing for NEWTS.”

You nodded your head in agreement, humming softly. As the pair of you rounded the corner, you heard a low growl seemingly coming from the woodwork. You jumped up in fright, bumping straight into Percy. “Ooh,” he exclaimed, having the wind knocked out of him in shock. You took a moment to regain your composure, while also relishing in the situation. His arms were wrapped protectively around you, lips dangerously close to your neck, hands dangerously close to your hips. He must’ve noticed how long you lingered in his arms, as he shuffled back awkwardly. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you tried to brush it off, “thought I heard something.” Thoroughly embarrassed, you spend the rest of the night a noticeable distance from Percy, not wanting to make the boy more uncomfortable than you clearly already had. However, Percy awkwardly shifting his robes around his hips hadn’t gone unnoticed to you.

You tiptoed back into the dorms, trying not to wake anyone as you wandered round the halls. You pushed open the door to your dorm - empty thanks to you being head girl and a seventh year - and locked your door behind you. You stripped off your robes, putting on your silk night robes and sauntering over to the bed. You thought of Percy, his perfect face, his silky red hair, his penchant for authority. Your breathing picked up and your heart rate increased. Your cheeks flushed as you dipped a hand below your sheets, toying with the ideas of all the things Percy could do to you.

***

The next morning at breakfast you entered the great hall to Percy talking with his brothers. He looked tense, uncomfortable.

“Oi, Percy!” Charlie piped up. “Just talk to her! I’m sure she feels the same.” His booming voice echoed, allowing you to hear. However, you couldn’t hear whatever delightfully meek Percy had muttered.

“Just needs to get laid,” Bill chuckled, wandering off.

You frowned, unsure of what to make of what you had heard. And to think, you were about to tell the boy you loved him. At least you heard him talking before you made a fool of yourself. Clearly he was in love with someone else.

Percy turned his head, trying to not look at his babbling brother. He turned just in time to see you dashing out of the great hall. A bit confused, and a bit brave, he decided to follow. After all he did care, whether you cared about him just as much or not.

“Y/n!” Percy called, catching up to you just as you rounded the corner.

“Percy,” you huffed, stopping and turning on your heel. You quickly wiped away the few tears that had fallen.

“Y/n”, he whispered, almost unable to be heard. “What’s wrong?” He placed his hand on your forearm, attempting to soothe you.

“Nothing Percy,” you choked out. Your lips pressed into a thin line and you blinked rapidly, emotions betraying you.

“I know that isn’t true, darling.” He looked at you with a slight frown, eyes searching for the truth. “Tell me.”

“Can we go upstairs?” You looked at him, pleading. He nodded, allowing you to lead the way.

You let him into your common room, sneaking him up and into your dorm.

“Well?” He said, looking down at you as you sat on the bed.

You took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. “I’m so sorry Percy. I’m sorry if I’ve sent you the wrong signals, or made you uncomfortable, or whatever made you not like me. I just feel so stupid.” You buried your face in your hands, unable to look Percy in the eye.

“Y/n,” he whispered. He placed his hands over yours, removing them from your face. He was crouching directly in front of you, staring deep into your eyes. “Y/n.” You looked at him, scared to speak. “I love you. I’m not sure what gave you the impression otherwise, but whatever it was I apologize. I’ve loved you for so long, darling. If anything, I thought it was you that didn’t love me. Please don’t feel stupid, you’re the most brilliant woman I know. Please have me.” His eyes were glowing as he stared at you, innocently pleading.

“I love you too, Percy.” You leaned down, capturing his lips in a loving, passionate kiss. You moved slowly against each other, savoring in the unique bliss.

He stood to meet your level, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He groaned into the kiss, savoring the new angle. You felt him hardening against you, and began to rut your hips on him. You moaned, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue explored every inch of you as you continued to tease his hardening length.

“Y/n,” he broke, huffing, “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” He pushed you back further onto the bad, looming over you, ready to deepen your love for each other.

***

You awoke nuzzled into the chest of a still sleeping Percy. You breathed in his oaky scent, running your fingers along his bare chest. He stirred slightly, peering down at you.

“Morning, darling,” he groaned, voice still laced with sleep. He smiled at you, enjoying your fresh, rested face.

“I love you,” you whispered, burying your head in his neck.

“I love you, too.” He kissed your forehead, humming into it before glancing around the room, ready for his new relationship ahead.

#percy weasley #percy weasley x reader #percy weasley fluff #hogwarts

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hiro-gari · 3 years

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[Part 1] I just comeback from getting my lunch and I SAW YOUR VILLAIN BADD WIP, WITH THOSE COMBAT BOOTS AYEEEE--!! 😈😳😳😍💗💘💕💖 HE LOOKS HANDSOME YET ALSO YOUTHFULLY PRETTY AAA I LOVE HIS STYLE-- 👀👀💖✨

Ooh I noticed that Villain Badd here has longer hair than his canon hero counterpart, but it's actually suits him! 😎👍💯 And yess I agree it looks poofier and fluffier~ I believe Villain Garou likes to ruffle or caress it whenever they're cuddling together aww.. 100% silky smooth! 😚👌💕 Wanna touch Badd's hair, too, but I'm sure I'll get a sharp-clawy hand from certain monsterboy swatted my hand off before do that 👿😱

[Part 2] OWYEAAH BADD WITH SOME KNIFE ACTION!! That makes him more dangerous than his canonself bc he wont hesitated to use it. LMAO the knife vine I can totally see Badd will doing it for the lulz! 😂 The enemy after disarming Badd's metal bat: *mockingly* "Lemme see what you have?😗". Badd: *flipping out a knife from nowhere* "A KNIFE!😈" *charging towards them*. The enemy: "NOO!!😱". Garou: *recording from afar* "YOU'RE DOING AMAZING, SWEETIE!!📹😍". Just daily shenanigans of this dumbass villain power couple 😆😆 Btw speaking of the dumbass wolfboy in the corner, that's exactly what villain Garou looks like everytime he watched Badd in action lol! He just loves his amazing badass lover 😚💕💖 But he can be back to become scary monster in a second 😈✨

[Part 3] I saw your tags about Badd's hair logic "#it gets poofier the angrier he is", my thought immediately: is Villain Badd like angy cockatoo?? Like when cockatoo angry/gets excited, the crest feathers on their head would be fluffed up? 👀😳

Just watch this video, imagine Villain Badd was frustated after long tiring fights and Villain Garou just trying to console him, while very amused by the tons amount of F-bomb words from Badd, he thought his lover is very charming like that: youtu.be/0f8xnaDIAow (English CC On so you can understand what the cockatoo said here 😂).

[Part 4] Anyways, LOVELY WIP UPDATE! 😍😘❤ Thank You so much for drawing this Batarou Villain AU and visualized Badd beautifully, Lilia!! I absolutely LOVE this, gonna treasure it aaaa this is Good Mood Booster™ thank youuuu you're AWESOMEEE-- *hugs you tightly* 😭🙏💕💞 Also thank you for liking my latest submission, I'm so glad you like it aa it's my pleasure to serve you all the flavour of Batarou: hot&spicy, soft&fluffy, and sweet&dreamy! 😉👍🔥🌸🍰 And hello for sweet Remi! He's very adorable kitty 😻🐱💕

ashfksksks 🥺💗 thank you so much ahhh I’m so happy you liked it 🙈 I’m hoping to color it eventually and fix that fecking hand He sounded like such a badass in your AU, I had to do this lol

Of course I couldn’t resist giving him wayy too much hair!! it’s very soothing to draw actually, especially compared to big ol spikes 😒 lmfao

AHAHAHA YEP that’s it!! He��s precious bb runnin’ at people with a knife 😂😂 And Garou’s the Bad Influence encouraging him from behind the scenes

The cockatoo agshdksksk THATS HIM!! ✔️Smol ✔️Poofy ✔️ Foul-mouthed I’M DYING 😭😂

I should be thanking YOU for all the time and effort you put into these submissions 🙇‍♀️ ❤️ You always inspire me, thank you so much!! *hugs* I hope your day is going well 😘

#i’ll admit I’ve been hoarding my fanart...#so expect to see more soon ashdjsksk #ily <3 #ask #anon

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merryfortune · 5 years

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A bit late but I would owe you my entire life if you felt like writing a small Bede x Gloria fic, just anything about these two adorable dorks, thank you in advance

i hope you enjoy :3c

(swsh only) requests: still open

Bede was the sort of person who was constantly vigilant. Growing up impoverished had left him with some dour traits, including the need to sleep with one eye open and with his peripheries just as important as his general sight. So, when Gloria had decided to pop in for a surprise visit, she was surprised to discover that he was holed up and engrossed in the costume box which the Ballonlea Theatre had.

He was all but tipping over as he searched through the box, only to scurry through something else, such as the many, many clothes hangers hung up around and beside him. Honestly, it felt very claustrophobic back here, as compared to other parts of the building which were quite ventilated or, at the very least, not so busy with things because there were things everywhere. Gloria couldn’t even name half of them and make this nor that from even more of it. It was truly a treasure trove which was seventy years in the making; possibly even more so since a lot of it looked positively ancient yet diligently well kept.

Bede popped up again and Gloria smiled to herself. He was nattering away to himself over something. His words too far under his breath for Gloria to glean the meaning of. She crept closer still. As she did so, he noticed how noise was so sponged in here; not a creak of wood could be heard underfoot, only how Bede pointlessly rummaged through all these clothes and boxes.

A Meowth like smile graced Gloria’s face. This was a rare moment. Bede was hard-working but he was hardly ever so thoroughly distracted. She couldn’t help herself. The joke was being begged to be made and so, Gloria couldn’t resist.

She continued to carefully edge in closer on Bede. He looked so cute from behind; the knot on his lower back, slightly askew, his fluffy hair, the pastel colour of his clothes. From the bottom of the top, he exuded what could only be described as ‘adorableness’ despite having a decidedly unadorable personality but, Gloria supposed, that gap was what made him adorable.

With a shaking hand, Gloria reached out and her fingertips grazed the slinky material the Gym Leader (and Gym Challenger) uniform was made of. It was silky without being silk and, in doing so, she yanked the tails of the knot free.

Bede rocketed up, screaming bloody murder, and his hands flailed about. Gloria, laughed, as she made some room for them both as Bede continued to make some very big and very frightened movements. He whipped around, his sharp eyes angry and accusatory.

“What the heck do you want, Gloria?!” he said.

“I wanted to check up on you, see how you were hanging on. I hear Opal’s dropping by less and less so I figured it was my turn to come and give you some unsolicited advice. Champion’s addition.” Gloria teased.

Bede huffed and he stared. The shirt that he wore was now a dress and Gloria realised the reason that it was so long, was not out of personal preference as with that atrocious magenta jacket that he loved to wear off duty but because it was a hand-me-down from Opal. Gloria could smell it on him. That musty, homey, grandmotherly smell which was calming and endearing. It weirdly suited him and Gloria kind of liked it. Though, now that she thought about, eyes catching on how the material near his ankles swished, the whole backroom of costumes had that kind of smell.

“I don’t want it.” Bede said.

“Ooh, confident, are we?” Gloria continued to tease.

“I am, actually.” Bede said, crossing. “Rightly so, for once. It’s not coming from a place of arrogance. I’ve grown a lot these past few months, becoming Gym Leader has done wonders for him, similar to how becoming Champion has done wonders for you.”

Gloria smiled. Being acknowledged as Champion was honestly a touch bit terrifying but it was grounding to hear it coming from Bede.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I was busy. So why don’t you run along and go bother someone else?” Bede told her.

“Maybe…” Gloria murmured as she inched in closer. “Allow me to fix your dress into a shirt again, first. It’s the least I can do after scaring you like I did.”

Bede growled but he allowed it. He turned around and Gloria got down on her knees. She bunched up the material and brought it up, with herself, back to full height. She found where Bede normally kept the knot, somewhere around his waist, kind of near his posterior and Gloria divvied up the material between her two hands and went through the little, cutesy instructions involving Bunnelby ears.

“So, um, what are you doing back here, anyway?” Gloria asked as she tied the knot.

“I think you can answer that question yourself. This shirt’s too long but I like to pay homage to Lady Opal. After the treatment I got from Chairman Rose, she feels more like family than I ever could have dreamed up in connection to him. But it also feels very plain. I feel like everyone dresses up their uniform, one way or another. I think it would make me look more… Leaderly, if I did the same.” Bede rambled.

Gloria thought about Milo’s broad, straw hat and the feather boa Opal went around in. Bede had a point.

“I dunno. I think this is more than enough for you.” Gloria mumbled.

Bede stiffened and Gloria’s eyes perked up. He thrashed himself free of her hands. She withdrew them and felt awkward. Her eyes slowly lifted up from his feet, only to widen upon noticing how scantly pink his cheeks were. Gloria’s heart wavered but in a strangely lovely way.

“Thank you, Gloria. Looks like your unsolicited advice might be useful, after all. I think I’m just overcomplicating things. I should just keep it plain and simple, like Nessa, for example, yeah?” Bede said.

“Yeah.” Gloria agreed. “You’re cute, no matter what you do.”

Bede’s cheeks darkened in colour. “I am not cute.” Bede said and he marched past Gloria. “A-And I’m not blushing either, it’s just very hot in here.”

Gloria giggled to herself. “Whatever you say, Gym Leader Bede.”

She followed after him as he continued to try and shrug off Gloria but she knew deep down. He liked to be praised, no matter what form it took, and, maybe, if she was lucky, he liked her (like liked her) too.

#pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #swsh spoilers #gloria (pokemon)#bede (pokemon)#bederia #bede x gloria #gloria x bede #writing tag #Anonymous #dressedinpinkshipping

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missamyrisa2 · 1 year

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I hope you're having a lovely day! I'm usually the one doing the writing for others, so I'm excited to give someone a prompt of my own. 😊

I am a curvy switch, and I'd love a scenario of revenge tickles between the two of us. I don't mind who goes first, but I'd like it to be focused on breasts and armpits if you don't mind.

Thank you for all your amazing words!

Sooo first of all, I am sorry this one has been ~percolating~ for a little while. I'm a fan of yours so you'll have to excuse how long it took for my giddiness to settle~<3 Thank you sooo much for your kind words and I hope you enjoy~<3

I've left you a card by the door ~ on opening it, a tiny fluffy feather falls out. Coochie cooo I'm coming for youuu is in elegant looping romantic letters, with a little sketch of a feather parade, all marching to a diagram of your underarms~ You'll try to prepare for it, try to trick your body into thinking it has some sort of resistance. Ooh, your arms will stay clamped down as much as they can thinking that chamber of secrets is firmly sealed. But then the texts start. Little buzzies appearing on your phone. Does it tickle more if someone laughs with you? Asking for a friend. The feather emojis buzz in and interrupt your afternoon. Fun fact: you're ticklish. I smirk from across the room, and let you watch as I take a snap of my wiggling fingers ~ and send it to you.

You expect me to sneak up, expect maybe an attack from the front. Instead I try a new game. "Come on, tickle me. You know you wanna. Look, my belly is all exposed right now. I have a croooop top onnn!" I gesture to my long sleeved purple top with a generous crop over my tummy. I strike a sassy pose with a leg out, totally exposed coming out my tiny shorts. "Look at this knee~ you can squeeze it. It's highly squeezable. Or maybe you're a hips girl today~ I think oooh, yes, look at those hips just peeking out of my beltline!" I throw my arms up behind my head and slyly look down to each side. "Tickle check on two underarms?" You know it's bait, you know exactly what I'm doing. But you can't help yourself. Those fingers are twitching, itchy, poised to push back to the taunts. I grin and nod at you, snickering through a completely terrible impression. "Go ahead, I am defenseless. Strike me down with all your tickles, and your journey to the feathery side will be complete!"

Oooh but bait it is, because while your fingers score a few giggles on my exposed underarms, I am totally warmed up and ready to dance. We wiggle in each others' armpits for a moment, exchanging tickles and giggles mutually, but very quickly the tide starts to turn. I came to win it ~ My secret weapon fires, I lean in and start kissing at your neck as my fingers massage your underarms earnestly. We're starting to tumble ~ the fall will determine the winner and I may have completely planned it all ~ I'm on top now, smiling down pinning your arms up as my legs scoot forward to assist. "Looks like you lost again~" The punishment for your fall is swift and endless ~ my fingers take their time, tracing the outward rims of your armpits, exploring slowly inward, digging for the best giggle zones. I taunt you with my hair, leaning in to let that curtain of silky softness caress your blushing neck and face. "Tickle tickle sweet Lady ~ oooh you're such a tough tough cookie huh? I bet you can just push me off and escape these tickles can't ya? No? Oooh so closee ~ sooo close ~ but nooope~"

Once I have your arms nice and uselessly weak, I scoot back and start stripping away your top. "Now, now, don't try to fight it. If you would juuust cooperate with me~ ahh, there we are~" I toss your upper garment over my shoulder, pin you back down and survey the tickly giggly twitchy lands. "Mmmmhm. Just as I thought. Tickle spots." I trace upwards, testing your sides and each rib with little wigglies. Reaching to one side for conveniently placed feathers, I start testing your sideboobs, fanning them with the broad side of each quill. "Riiight along here too. Tickle? Tickle tickle tickle? Don't try to fight it. That's just gonna make it worse~"

I feather your bouncy chest, working on the sides and tracing in and downwards to explore all the delightful curves. "Mmmhm. Ticklish sideboobs. And ooh, ticklish underboobs too~" The quills work upwards and start encircling your areolas. "And ticklish...I guess this is just boob huh?" The tips trace the nippular areas carefully, my tongue poked out in concentration as I study every reaction. "Boobie boobie boobie~ are you my ticklish boobie girl? Mmm? Yeahhh. Just shake me off already. Look! My tummy is so twitchy ~ and my buttons are so easy to get." I lean in and dart my tongue along your chest, lightly swirling it in circles over each soft mound. "But oooh, you seem to be occupied at the moment huh?"

As my lips brush on each swelling cookie my thumbs glide upwards, tracing from sideboob to underarms and start rubbing earnestly. I don't even have you pinned now, just keeping you pressed down with tickles and teases alone~ I occasionally switch, moving up to kiss from breast to ribs to underarms, nuzzling and loving on your armpits while my fingers rapidly stroke the nipples ~ and then kiss back along your collar down to lightly lightly graze my lips on each button while my fingers walk upwards and dance in those sensitive crevices again ~ before they all join together so your sideboobs can be vigorously tickled with index fingers while the bouncing nipples are followed by tickly kisses~ "Coochie coochie coooo~" I taunt through all your growing giggles~

And so the dance goes until I have you completely melted. Which means it's time to bring you back from the fuzzies with a little vibratory stimulation ~ the bullet massager clicks on and I smirk wickedly, grasping a breast with one hand and taking the buzzing toy down to go visit allll those hot spots I discovered. "Buzzy buzzy booooo my boooobie girl~" Each breast gets a thorough treatment, that vibey tool going along every bit of skin before taking a little vacay up to the tickly caves, encircling around the armpit and diving into the middle while I kiss and kiss and licky licky on your taunted nipply~

"Awwwe did it tickle just so bad? Sooo good? Yeahh?" I taunt, sitting over your belly, hands on my hips. "I'll make it sporting for you now, I'll only use this one ~ tiny ~ solitary ~ finger~ and we'll see if you can get away~ or maybe you won't want to~" My index finger wiggles slowly, and descends on a path to your nipple ~ there it circles and wriggles and strokes under my snickers and grins ~ and we'll just see how you do~~<3

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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Tease

Part 5

Summary: After being with Roman Sionis for awhile, the man has made you his, so now will you enter his world of shadows and screams? What if the mouse becomes a cat?

Warning: Despite serious decisions being made kind of fluffy!

Swiveling in your seat, you looked out at the lights that lit up Gotham below. A month ago your relationship with Roman Sionis changed. You had crept down from his penthouse and saw he handled his enemies. You smirked remembering how one had been an ex of sorts.

The rumors had been true. He was a forced to be reckoned with and he was yours. It made you smile. Something about it was terribly exciting.

Turning back to your computer, using your electric pen you added some flair to this new add campaign you had been hired to do. But you were terribly bored. Sighing, you held your cheek in your hand. To tried to focus on it. Clicking this and that you changed how the text was, it looked much better. Maybe you could actually finish it tonight.

Though to be honest, all you wanted to do was head over to the club.

You jumped a little when there was a knock on the door.

“Yes,” you called out, “Come in.”

Your personal secretary, opened the door and smiled. “Two packages just arrived for you lady.” She was a sweet girl.

“What?”

“Yeah, want me to bring them in?” She added in an exceptionally excited tone. “They look fancy.”

You rolled your eyes and shrugged. “Sure.”

One was rather large, always good to have that extra table for mini meetings you mused. And the smaller one looked rather dainty what could this be about, you wondered.

Your phone came to life on your desk came to life, glancing over at it you saw who was calling and your heart leapt.

“Who is it? Is it, him?” You secretary was like a young sister at times and sometimes just as annoying as one.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, please give us the room.”

And the girl knew what that meant and left, but then she popped her bead back in for a moment. “Let me know what you get.”

“Yes..yes...now let me answer this.”

With a smile already across your face you answered the phone.

“Hello.” You purred softly.

“Hello baby, did you get the package?” Roman’s voice filled your ear.

“Oh, I should have known it was from you.”

He chuckled.

“It actually just arrived. I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Ooh good. Now I chose this for you to wear when you come to the club.”

Excitement, rose sharply in you. “I love that you bought me some clothes.”

“It’s not hard for a lovely girl.” He paused you could hear him taking a sip. “Now is the smaller package there?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect, are you alone?”

“Yes, the moment I answered the phone.”

“Good girl.” You could imagine him smiling. Something she loved. “Why don’t you open that one while we are on the phone.”

“Ok! Let me grab it.” Grabbed it and went back to your desk. “I am going to put the phone down.”

“Baby, put me on speaker phone. I want to hear your reaction as you see what’s in the small box.”

Eagerly, tore at the wrappings. You then saw the black and sliver trimmed box, some French was written on the outside. Oooo, you made a happy sound. “Oh! Oh...Roman....is this from that new chic French boutique?”

He chuckled. “Nothing is too good for my girl.”

Not that you couldn’t go there and buy something there yourself but the idea that Roman got you something from there thrilled you to no end.

“I’m about to remove the lid.”

“Keep going baby.” He urged you.

You lifted the lid and gasped. It was an exquisite pair of gloves. A wonderful mix of cloth and leather. Seeing them you knew exactly what this present meant, your breath was stolen. “Roman, they are lovely.”

“Just like you, baby.” He paused. “Now remember I can’t wait to see those on you tonight along with what is that other package.”

“I am even more excited to open the larger package now.” You happily told him.

“Wonderful.”

“Roman, do you want me to go right to the penthouse when I come over?”

“Yes. That would be perfect.”

*****

Once back at your apartment, you put on the lovely suit that Roman got you. It fit wonderfully. The color reminded you of the dress you wore when you had decided to return to the Black Mask. That was a long six months ago.

As you say on your ottoman zipping up your boots you caught your reflection. There was a slight flush to your cheeks. Getting up, you went over and braced yourself against your sink. You eyed your reflection. You were going to follow Roman’s and Victor’s lead. Well mostly Roman, since and Victor didn’t interact too much. Last you put on was your gloves. They were divine.

*****

Going, into the club you did love how his staff immediately fluttered around you like butterflies. You continued walking and went right up the penthouse.

Excitement, made your heartbeat fast. You were so eager to see him.

When you stepped out of the elevator you could hear his voice coming from his office. Upon walking into the doorway, he gestured for you to come in and perch on his desk.

“You should know we always have the best here.” He sighed, he ran his fingers through his silky strands. “Yes...yes...I will make, we will have her singing and not the other girl. Penguin, stop being so damn annoying or I will cancel you.”

He rested a hand on one of your thighs as you sat near him. Feeling playful you rose his hand higher, he smirked and squeezed.

“Look unlike your restaurant I have pressing issues at the club. We can iron out more details on Monday. That’s what I am saying. Goodbye.” He hung up. “Stupid bird.” He muttered.

“Hi baby.” He sighed raggedly as he sank back into his chair. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

“Roman,” you said innocently. Wanting his spirits to lift, you changed how you perched on his desk. Legs, crossed so he can take in the curve of your leg, how your stockings sat and then boots he first saw you wore striding as he put it into his club. “I loved what you picked out for me tonight.” You said demurely and it was true, you had always enjoyed the clothes he chose for himself, but this was a wonderful outfit he chose for you.

He opened his eyes, they widened a little as of seeing you all over again. He stood up.

“No teasing.” He scolded.

He gently motioned for you to uncross your legs. Resting both hands on your thighs he opened you. He went to where he belonged, between your legs, the skirt hitched so that there was nothing left hide under the skirt. You sighed as he let his hands drifted up, then stop at what you had wanted to surprise him with. You had gone out and bought something new,a black lacy garter. His hands stopped where stockings ceased and your soft skin began. He looked up at you.

“But this is a very nice distraction from that bird brain.” He chuckled.

*****

“Baby.” His blue eyes met yours.

“I bought them to surprise you. Those were my gift for you tonight.”

He inhaled, his heart picked up speed as he took off one of his gloves. He led his hand up, enjoying how your thigh stocking clad felt stopping to them relish how then he was able to feel your soft, smooth skin. “This is outstanding baby.” Smirking, hooking a finger around the taunt strap, he tugged then he let it snap. He smiled at you after you made a delightful sound.

“I am going to love these.” He slipped his hand back into the glove.

“Boss, we’re ready to roll.” Victor, appeared from out of no where.

He stiffened, annoyance rushed through him. It turned to anger as he saw you flushed a shade of red.

“Fuck Victor did you not notice us having a moment?” He barely wanted to acknowledge, he remained between your legs.

“Sorry boss.”

“Well now that you see that we are, meet us fucking down stairs!”

“Ok, boss...” He bowed his head, not looking at you. “Sorry, Y/N.” And he left.

He, held his hands up in the air. “I hate being interrupted, fuck where were we?” He chuckled, looking at you and he was able to calm down as he felt your legs. He ran his fingers through his hair. “I remember.” He smiled. “It is time for your final present.”

“Oh?” A smiled spread across your face, a sight he hated to admit but loved to create in you. “I don’t need anything else.”

“Daddy, wants you safe tonight.” He grew serious. He also knew what a month ago had done to him. Seeing you wield his knife had created desires in him, he didn’t know slumbered deeply in him. He was eager to see you really let loose, but he wasn’t going to push it. He didn’t want to lose you over it. “Now, baby do you really want to do this ?”

Before you, no one else’s thoughts or feelings ruffled him. But you, changed that.

“I do.” He watched as you took a breath. He put a gloved hand over your heart, he could feel it racing. “There was something about helping you, wielding that knife of yours. I want to do it again.” He felt his own heart race faster as you put your own hand over his.

“Then you will, kitten.” He slipped his hand gently away then rested both hands them on his desk. “Reach into my right pocket.”

You did. He could feel your fingers wrap around it and pull it out. You licked your lips, damn he could practically taste them.

“It’s your knife.” You said as you opened your hand to look at it.

“It’s one of my best ones, I want you to use one that I trust,” He smirked then catching your eye. “And to use one I know you already look good using.”

He took it from you. “This is the best way to open it, and to close it.” He handed it back to you. “You try.”

Damn, just watching you do that made a knot in his lower stomach. “Good.” He purred. Then he took it and slipped it into your right pocket. “Keep it there till you have to use it.” Stepping back, he looked at you. Fuck, I am a lucky. You were beautiful and sexy, it was a deadly combo. He offered a gloved hand and loved how you hopped down from his desk. Pulled you close, locking eyes with you.

“Tonight baby.”

“Tonight.”

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the-tiva-og · 4 years

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His Ninjas

Final chapter of my fluffy fic for @talisbirthdaychallenge!

Chapter 3: Like Ima Ninja, Like Daughter Ninja

“Cat town, cat town, cat town,” Tali sang, swinging her and her father’s joined hands as they departed the hotel. They set out toward Yanaka Ginza, a shopping street that Tony and Ziva wanted to visit to see the shrine and that they had lured Tali into agreeing by telling her that, on quiet mornings, there were sometimes stray cats roaming the streets. Unfortunately, their first cat spotting took place as Tony was absorbed in reading his map and, not looking where he was going, trod on the tail of a black cat sunning himself on the sidewalk. The cat yowled and darted off and Tony jumped as though he had just stepped on a landmine. “Daddy!” Tali cried out, “Did you hurt the kitty?!” “Not on purpose!” Tony insisted, looking for the cat. He spotted him, perched on a wall and watching Tony with a look that, Tony would insist, was pure hatred. “See,” he gestured toward the cat, who was now casually licking his tail, “he’s right over there, he’s fine.”

The rest of their visit to the neighborhood went smoothly, Tony was definitely more careful with where he placed his feet, but they spent most of the time looking at the traditional crafts and foods. They didn’t pass back by the wall for at least an hour. Tony initially sighed happily, seeing that the black cat had apparently found somewhere better to be. Then he heard Tali cooing, “Kitty, kitty, kitty.” Tony turned to see his daughter crouched and holding out her hand to the black cat, leaned cooly against a bicycle. It only took a few more coos from Tali before the cat was rubbing against her legs and purring happily while the girl giggled and gently pet his silky black fur. “Ima, look!” Tali called. Ziva knelt beside her daughter and scratched the cat behind the ears, “He’s pretty, isn’t he, Tali?” “So cute!” Tali said with a smile, “Do you think he’s the same cat that Daddy stepped on?” Seeing how loving the cat was to his partner and daughter, Tony decided to kneel down and try giving the cat some attention. The cat walked toward him, sniffed, raised the hair on his back, and hissed at Tony before returning to Tali. “I would say that this is definitely the same cat your father stepped on,” Ziva said, fighting a laugh. Tony huffed and turned away, “We need to go so that we don’t miss our train.” Ziva rolled her eyes and stood, beckoning for Tali to follow. “Bye, kitty!” she called, waving at the black cat and following her mother. As the girl reached out to grab Ziva’s hand, she asked innocently, “Can we get a cat when we go home?” Tony could only grit his teeth.

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After a trip to an arcade and filling their bellies with gyoza, they arrived at an aquarium. Ever the animal lover, Tali always begged to visit zoos and aquariums. Tony always tried to sway her to pick an aquarium since they tended to be indoors and, in his opinion, didn’t smell like a county fair. The excited little girl pinballed from one exhibit to another, calling to her parents anytime she saw something notable. “Daddy! Look! Stingrays!” she called out, watching with awe as a massive ray gracefully swam through the tank. Before Tony really had a chance to respond, she was at the next exhibit, calling, “Ima! An octopus! A real octopus!” The tank of reef sharks held her attention long enough for her parents to actually get to look around, but once she spotted a tunnel of jellyfish, they were back on their trek.

“Where does she get the energy?” Tony sighed, throwing his head back as Tali oohed at a tank of piranhas before trotting off to look at some salamanders. “You were an athlete,” Ziva commented while Tali called for her parents to hurry because she had found the seals, “are you telling me that you were not an energetic child?” “Look at the seals, you guys!” Tali insisted as they stood in front of the large icy tank, “Aren’t they cool?” “I had plenty of energy,” Tony quipped, Tali too absorbed in the animals to realize that her parents had not responded, “but this feels more like a Ziva trait.” “Ha!” Ziva laughed, “Of course you would say that.” Tony didn’t have a chance to ask her what she meant because Tali grabbed his arm, calling, “Daddy! Daddy! Look! It’s Dory and Nemo!” The final area of the aquarium was almost more excitement than Tali could handle. Between the otters and penguins, jumping fish and sea lions, the little girl was practically buzzing with excitement.

This excitement only built as they went to the mall next door to get a snack and ended up finding a Snoopy store, Disney store, and something called the “Pokemon Center MEGA TOKYO,” that Tony never thought they would drag Tali out of. “How about we go to a park?” Tony offered as they left the mall, desperate to go somewhere that wouldn’t have Tali insisting on buying more souvenirs. Ziva, who was now holding the energetic child’s hand, quickly agreed and mentioned a park that they had found in the city guide. Tony found the dog-eared page and the trio set out for their next destination.

The park Tali and Ziva picked out turned out to be, essentially, a massive obstacle course. “Perfect place for my ninja duo,” Tony joked, standing to the side while Ziva led Tali across a balance beam. After a seemingly endless string of rope ladders, rope bridges, climbing walls, and rope nets, they reached a bridge made of a series of log platforms. Watching several people ahead of them wobble on the platforms, linger for too long, and begin to sink into the shallow pond, Tony shook his head. “Nope, I’m out,” he said. “I’ll wait for you guys here.” “Scared of a little water, Tony?” Ziva teased. “I just don’t want to spend the rest of the day walking around in wet socks, Zee-vah,” he replied, “but if you think you’re so graceful, go right ahead.” Her eyes lit up with the challenge and she completed the obstacle with ease, Tali following a bit more clumsily behind her. Next came a log bridge and a zipline, which Tony observed from the ground, teasing Ziva anytime she gave an indication of frustration. “Our little ninja’s got some skills,” Tony quipped as they watched Tali paddle a round wooden boat through the next obstacle, “still not wanting to admit that she gets that energy from you?” Ziva grinned, looking at their daughter with so much pride, “She does get that from me.” Tony laughed a little, wrapping his arm around Ziva’s shoulder and giving her a little squeeze as Tali clambered out of her boat and ran to the next obstacle.

Another rope ladder, another zipline, another log bridge, and a rope swing led to a bathroom break. Tali came charging out of the bathroom, intent on finishing the course. She made it through most of the remaining obstacles only taking help from her parents with great reluctance. As she slid off the log slide at the end of the course, she made a running jump at Tony who reacted just in time to catch her. “I did it! Daddy, I did it!” she shouted, “I finished the ninja path!” “Hey, yeah, you did,” he said, squeezing her, “Great job, T-Bird, I’m proud of you.” “Does this make me a real ninja now?” Tali asked excitedly. Tony smiled and nodded, “Yeah, you’re a real ninja, just like Ima.” He tossed a wink at Ziva who smiled and rolled her eyes. “Just like Ima,” Tali said proudly, raising her head from her father’s chest.

They took the train to Odaiba and spent the late afternoon playing in arcades and browsing in a retro candy store with Tony just as eager as Tali to buy all sorts of mysterious snacks and sweets. Ziva, however, insisted that this would not be eaten instead of a meal, leading Tony to snark, “You’re such a mom, David.” Which, between any other two people might have been an insult, but the smile shared between the couple made it clear that Tony was using the lighthearted jab to continue his assurance of Ziva’s role in their solidifying family. The family ended up in a conveyor belt sushi restaurant, which Tony had spotted in the city guide and insisted that he had to see it in action. Like her father, the little plates crawling along the counter fascinated Tali. She wanted to grab the first one that she saw, but with a parent positioned on each side, her picks were a bit more policed. They were cautious with her at first, letting her take egg, shrimp, and grilled pork nigiri, as well as a cucumber roll. Anything she didn’t finish was finished by either Tony or Ziva, but there wasn’t much of that. Despite being a picky baby, Tali had grown to be an adventurous eater, another thing that each parent would insist was a trait inherited from the other. She swiped a tuna nigiri from Tony’s plate and a salmon nigiri from Ziva’s. They began offering her half of everything that they took from the conveyor belt and were happily surprised to see how much of it Tali enjoyed. She barely even flinched at the heat of the wasabi on a piece of squid nigiri. However, she almost spat a piece of eel back onto the plate. Tony laughed a little at the disgusted face that she made while he ate the other piece. Fortunately, the only other similar incident took place when she excitedly grabbed a roll from the belt before Tony or Ziva could stop her. She smelled the sushi and tried to refuse to eat it. Ziva insisted that, since she took it off of the belt, she needed to be responsible and eat at least one piece of it. Tali whined and pouted for a while, but Ziva did not relent and eventually the little girl managed to eat the natto maki. Tony volunteered to eat the remaining pieces from the plate and they wore matching grimaces until they were able to wash the taste out of their mouths. As they left the restaurant, Ziva praised their daughter for being such an adventurous eater with Tony adding that she even ate the “stinky bean thing.” Proud of herself, Tali puffed out her chest and walked with a purpose.

“We’ve got some surprises for you when we get back to the hotel room,” Tony told Tali as they left the train station in Asakusa and began walking back to their hotel. Tali gasped, “More surprises?!” Tony held his hands up in a defensive pose, “Now, I can’t promise that they’ll be as good as a trip to Disneyland, but I think you’ll like them.” Ziva smiled at him, knowing what he had planned and also knowing that her morning run had taken her past a bakery today and that there was a small strawberry shortcake currently stashed away in the room’s refrigerator. Tali skipped the rest of the way to the hotel and waited impatiently for the elevator. “Your surprise won’t be there until we are, kiddo,” Tony laughed, watching the little girl shift her weight from one foot to the other, a spitting image of her mother. Tali huffed as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

Once they got up to the room, Tony went to his computer to set up the surprise while Tali opened up a coloring book she had gotten at one of the plethora of shops they had visited on this trip. “Okay,” he called out, gesturing for the little girl to join him, “come sit in the chair and close your eyes.” Tali hopped off of the bed and rushed over to the desk. She clambered into the chair and squeezed her eyes shut tight. “No peeking, okay?” Tony said, lightly, starting a program on the laptop. The little girl clapped her hands over her eyes and nodded. “Alright, just give me a second, okay?” he said. “Okay,” she agreed. Familiar voices called out, “Happy birthday, Tali!” and her hands flew from her face and her eyes opened wide. “Uncle Tim! Uncle Jimmy!” she shouted, looking at the faces of her parents’ friends on the laptop in front of her, “Hi!” “Hey, kiddo, how’s Tokyo?” McGee asked. “Your dad said that you went to a ninja restaurant, that’s so cool,” Palmer added. Tony smiled in the background, happy to see his friends, but also happy to let Tali have some time with her unofficial uncles. He could tell from the background that they were huddled around the computer in Palmer’s office in the basement. It was just a bit past seven a.m. in Washington, so he wasn’t exceptionally surprised that they were both there and looking wide awake. Tali was regaling them with stories of their trip and all the places that they had gone and about the surprise trip to Disneyland they were taking tomorrow for her birthday. The men listened in rapt attention as she told them about the souvenirs she had bought for Victoria, Johnny, and Morgan and how she couldn’t wait to meet them in person so that she could give them their gifts. As McGee was promising to come visit Tali and her parents really soon, Ziva called out to tell Tali that they had one more surprise for her. Her head whipped around to her mother and her eyes widened, “Is that cake?!” “I know that today is not actually your birthday and I am sure that you will have many treats in Disneyland tomorrow, but since we are having your birthday with family tonight” Ziva said, eyes twinkling and smile brightening when she said ‘family’, “your father and I thought that we should have a birthday cake.” The cake was small, but still large enough that they would probably each get to have another slice or two before it was gone. It was iced with whipped cream and topped with florets of cream and slices of strawberries. Tony had poked six small candles into the icing and they were currently burning with little, dancing flames. “Go on and blow out your candles,” McGee encouraged. Tali nodded excitedly as her mother placed the cake between the little girl and the computer. “Don’t forget to make a wish!” Palmer added. Tali nodded again, closing her eyes for just a second before dramatically blowing out the candles. Her family clapped and cheered, then Tony wiped the computer screen and Ziva set to cutting slices of the cake for the three family members currently sharing a room. They talked for a while longer, long enough for Tali to finish her slice of cake, but her eyes soon began to droop. “Hey, kiddo,” Tony said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “why don’t you say bye to your uncles and start getting ready for bed?” Tali nodded sleepily and exchanged goodbyes and good nights with Palmer and McGee before sliding out of the chair and heading toward her pajamas.

“So, everything good with you guys?” McGee asked, once Tali had left the area. Tony looked at Ziva and smiled, “Yeah, things are great.” Jimmy’s face somehow grew even brighter, “It's so great to see you guys together, I mean, really together together. You’re just… so damn cute!” Ziva chuckled and Tony rolled his eyes, “Slap him for me, McGee.” McGee rolled his eyes back at Tony and said, “I agree with him.” “I didn’t ask if you agreed, McCupid,” Tony snarked, hiding a smile. McGee chortled and gave Jimmy a light smack to the back of the head. Tony smiled and nodded, “You’ve all gone soft. I never got such a gentle hand when I was there.” “And that explains so much about you, mon cher,” Ziva teased, taking the seat vacated by Tali. She leaned over and pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Eww! Cut it out!” McGee teased, “Gross!” “You know that we made a child together, right McGeek?” Tony said as Ziva leaned back, smirking. McGee grimaced, “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to think about how you made one.” Tony continued teasing, “You see, when a mommy loves a daddy very much--” “Hey!” McGee called out, “Everyone here has been involved in the baby-making process. We are all very much aware of how it happens.” “Oh wow,” Palmer interrupted, “We’re all parents.” There was a moment of silence as the former coworkers let that sink in, as they all took in how much their lives had changed since they met. “We are,” Ziva said, voice full of the emotions that they all felt. “That’s crazy, isn’t it?” McGee vocalized, “I mean, did you ever imagine that happening?” Tony shrugged, “I mean, I certainly didn’t.” “We’ve gotta get all the kids together sometime soon,” Palmer said. They all nodded or voiced their agreement.

In the silence that followed, Tony spoke up, “Uh, so… we’re engaged.” “What?!” Palmer and McGee shrieked. “When?!” McGee asked while Palmer shouted, “Really?!” over him. “Yeah, last night at the Skytree tower thing, I just sort of… asked if Ziva would marry me,” Tony shrugged. “Well, you first asked, hypothetically, if you proposed, would I say yes,” Ziva corrected. “And you told me that I should ask,” Tony replied, “and I did.” Ziva smirked, “He didn’t have a ring.” Tony smirked back, “You still said yes.” “He’s had a ring for ages, Ziva,” McGee said, smiling from ear to ear, “Trust me, I’ve seen it. It’s perfect for you.” Palmer nodded in agreement. “So everyone knew about the ring except me?” Ziva asked, shocked. Tony shrugged, “Well, I had to get the approval of my council of men.” Ziva gestured at the screen, “Your ‘council of men.’” Tony chuckled, “I said what I said.” Before the bickering could continue, Tali called out for them from the other room. “Ah, duty calls,” Tony said, turning to the screen. A faint buzzing sounded through the speakers and McGee pulled out his phone, “Yeah, that’s Gibbs. Looks like we’ve got a case.” “Give the best to the old man for us,” Tony said. “Will do,” McGee responded with a little salute. “Take care of yourselves,” Ziva called. “We will,” Jimmy responded, “Congratulations!” The call ended and Tony and Ziva were left looking at their reflections in the blank computer screen. Reflections of the people they had became-- parents, partners, fiances, civilians. “Did you ever think we’d get here?” Tony asked, standing and offering a hand to Ziva. She shook her head, “I never imagined it. Never let myself imagine it.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, “And now?” She smiled, leaning against him, “I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

#HappyBirthdayTali #tiva #tiva fanfiction #tiva fic #Tivali

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match up Duo O.O

Hey there, love! Thank you so much @cailannuesugi , for the request!

So I spend long and hard thinking about your matchup! I went through all the potential options and reread your submission multiple times to make sure whoever I chose would actually match you (well according to my opinion anyway) and through it all, there was just one person that in my mind fitted you perfectly..... so without further ado, I present to you your matchup!

Also, another side note your hair is so freaked beautiful omw I'm jealous!

So I match you with....................... Kenshin

Selfie matchup part

The first time this boy caught a glimpse of you was when you were saved by Yuki from falling off a freaken cliff.

His first instinct is obviously to be uninterested the second he saw you were a woman

But darn if he can’t help but be captivated by you

The first thing he notices is your bold scarlet lips, the contrast between your lips and skin reminded him of a lone red rose bloomed in the snow

He couldn’t help but want to compare you to the beautiful woman in an old fable his mother had once told him of as a child. His mother said to him that one day he would find his own beautiful princess like the one in the story, but he long ago stopped believing in fairy tales.

He felt unsettled by the fact that you matched the very image of the beautiful princess that he had conjured in his mind as a child.

He narrowed his heterochromatic eyes towards you and catch a glance of your eyes, and they were spellbinding

They were deep, earthy brown, resonating with the soul of the earth

One look in those big bright deep mahogany eyes seems to melt away at his frozen heart. They are so full of warmth and understanding

You were messing with his head like no woman has ever done before.

He needed to get away from this woman who reminded him of the purest autumn day, with her long silky honey and spiced hair and sexy ass leather jacket and combat boots.

“This conversation is boring me, Sasuke. When you’re done, I’ll be at the safe house.”

He needed to walk away and get some fresh air, the fairytales his mom had told him as a child was wrong! He is cursed and damned to spend the rest of his life protecting those he loves from himself; she might have been right about one thing, though. And that is that every fairytale has a monster, it’s just unfortunate that he has turned out to be it.

Now for the Matchup Part

The first time you saw Kenshin that night, he looked like a mystical creature bathed in moonlight. You honestly couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. He was absolutely beautiful. And ooooh, his eyes were bright and beautiful, each with their own color. One icy blue shining like the surface of a brilliant blue frozen lake. And one green, reminding you of the spring with hues of the forest rimmed coolly with the color of a meadow on a warm summer day. You had never seen such a beautiful man in your whole life. He was the perfect image of winter. But before you could get a better look at this ice prince, he left abruptly. You half-listened to Sasuke’s explanation about the whole-time traveling ordeal. You were too busy daydreaming to care.

You landed up in Azuchi, and kept mostly to yourself. To say the warlords were intimidated by you would be an understatement. It was only Mitsunari who could see past you resting bitch face and started a friendship with you. From there, your relationships with the other warlords were slowly built. The next time you saw Kenshin was when you were out in the market looking for some good sake to drink. You heard rumors of some dodgy place that sold the best sake in the whole region, and you thought, why not. The place was packed except for the one table near the window. You plonked yourself and ordered. You decided to keep yourself busy by reading a book Mitsunari had borrowed you. You were so thankful at that moment for your cold resting bitchface, cause it ensured that no one would approach you. Kenshin was on the hunt for a drink. He had spent the whole day checking up on Sasuke and spying on the Oda forces, and it was boring him to death. He found a local brewery and decided to go in. Ooh great, it’s packed. He could see on seat over by the window, he stomped his way over there, ordered a drink and plopped himself down. He hadn’t even noticed you until the two of you locked eyes. You felt the presence of someone, and you looked up, annoyed, ready to say something when you saw two familiar eyes staring back at you. You had noticed something in those eyes that you had missed the first time. Loneliness and pain. You looked back down at your book, trying your best not to blush. The two of you just sat there in silence, sipping on your drinks.” Just so you know, I have no intention of wasting my time entertaining you woman”, “That’s good cause I find all men annoying, and I had no intention of entertaining you either.” Both of you were low key too shy and scared to break the ice to actually talk to the other. It was just easier to just sit in silence and drink, while occasionally stealing a glance at the other. At one point in the afternoon, some men decided to harass a woman at a nearby table. Unfortunately for you or maybe fortunately for you, the sake was making you feel feisty and fighty. You stood up and spat a threat to the men harassing her. One thing led to another, and you had solidly punched one of the men in the face... ooops. This didn’t gel well with them because before you knew it, their swords were drawn. Kenshin was low key impressed by your boldness and strength, he decided to lend you a hand, as he too was in the mood for a good fight. He gracefully drew his sword and rested it on one of the men’s throats. The two of you made a pretty good team, getting rid of the annoying as men that ruined both your drinks. Kenshin couldn’t help thinking of you as a Goddess of war, strong and ready to fight for what is right. Both of you finished off your drinks and left at the same time. “stop following me woman,” “I’m not following you this is just my way home, you stop following me.”

Since that day, the two of you had coincidently run into each other everywhere you went. You were starting to think fate had a hand in this. Your run-ins started off as cold silences, with only a few words being exchanged and slowly morphed into longer deeper convos ending with Kenshin walking you home.

One day on a whim, Nobunaga decided to take you with him to battle. You were working in one of the healer’s tents and needed to get supplies. You went into the forest and started gathering up herbs. Shit hit the fan, and all of a sudden, you were in the middle of a full-blown battle, surrounded by the clashing of swords and war cries of warriors. TBH it was very overwhelming, so you crouched down covering your ears from the horrible sounds. That’s when Kenshin spotted you. You looked like a small, frail bunny, shivering from fear. You gave him a weak smile, happy to see a familiar face. And the rest is history. You were now staying in Kasugayama castle as Kenshin’s dearest friend.

The two of you spend as much time together as possible. The residence of the castle was shook at the news that Kenshin was actually interested in a woman. Their eyes would go wide in disbelief when they saw the two of you together. One day on one of your walks in the garden, you saw Kenshin on his knees, digging in the dirt in a fenced part of the garden. It seemed to be a specific piece of ground that was overlooked by his personal balcony. You watched as he had cleared the whole patch of land and was now starting himself a new fresh garden. You sat on a bench nearby watching him when all of a sudden, a little bunny popped out of nowhere, and then another, and then another, before you knew it, you were surrounded by an avalanche of fluff. You were in bunny heaven, with each of them nuzzling into you and licking your hands to show their love and affection towards you. You soon found out that the god of war loved to keep the company of hundreds of sweet fluffy bunnies.

You loved spending time in his room with him. While he would work, you would play with all the little bunnies giving them each individual names. Kenshin couldn’t help but look up and think once again that you reminded him of the woman from that fairytale, the way you engaged with the sweet little rabbits. Often you would feel so inspired playing with the fluffy creatures that you would spend hours drawing the most beautiful sketches of them, so beautiful in fact that Kenshin would hang them all over his room and castle. Proudly showing them off to everyone and anyone, and if you didn’t like the beautiful drawings, he would kill you.

Kenshin loved to spend time with you, and it was no secret to the residence of the castle that he had fallen in love with you. You had accepted him for him. You would listen without judgment when he told you about all the scary things going on in his head. You understood him like no one ever has, and you never tried to fix him but instead had the patience in the world to allow him to heal from his old wounds in his own time. And you love Kenshin with your whole heart; he made you feel unfailing love; he took away all your insecurities and fear. You were the only woman that his eyes will ever see. And he was finally ready to make his feelings for you known and clear.

The two of you had been in an unofficial relationship long enough. Time to set his plans in motion and make this official. He walked to his private garden and planted the last flower. The very last piece of the puzzle. Every day since the day you had arrived, he had planted a flower. With every flower planted, his heart and mind began to heal. With each passing day, the voices would quieten down. He nurtured and tended to the garden with the utmost care and love. Come hell or high water, we protected the flowers. And now, with the last flower in place, it was ready. He called you to his room and said that he had something important to ask you. You couldn’t miss the tinge of fear and anxiety in his eyes. He covered your eyes with his hands and gently lead you out onto the balcony. And when he lifted his hands so you could see, you saw the most beautiful sight. A beautiful garden filled with flowers in the colors of reds, oranges, and yellows. It looked like something out of a fairytale book. You started to tear up at the meticulous way the flowers had been planted and tended to. Even more so when you noticed that they spelled out, “Will you be my Goddess of war.” You couldn’t help but turn to Kenshin, kissing him all over his face. He kissed your cheek and smiled the most beautiful smile you had ever seen and said that he had one more surprise.

Just then, like clockwork, the army of bunnies hopped into the room, carrying a big box delicately wrapped in paper with hand-drawn bunnies all over it. Kenshin handed you the box urging you to open it, you felt bad ripping the beautiful paper, you recognized that the rabbit drawings were the same same as the ones that had been pained all over Kenshin’s room. You instantly knew it had been his handwork. You carefully opened the gift to see two items. Kenshin lifted a beautiful flower crown out of the box and placed it on your head while saying, “for the princess of my heart.” Then he lifted out a silky soft black fluffy Hoari similar to the one he usually wore and draped it over your shoulders. “I know it might not compare to your favorite leather jacket left in Azuchi, but I hope this will suffice”. You were honestly the happiest woman alive!

Hehe, the two of you were honestly couple goals wearing matching black fluffy capes and cold unapproachable expressions of your face. Only your friends knew that the two of you were the softest, most sensitive people alive. If Kenshin loved drinking and banquets before, he sure as hell loves them even more now, with the love of his love cuddled up in his lap. He has discovered that his beloved bunny gets in an extra fluff mood after a few drinks. Kenshin would always ensure that there were more than enough sweets to keep your sweet tooth satisfied, even threatening to kill Shingen if he dared touch the candy. He would low key feed you the candy while you were cuddled up on his lap. Kenshin loved snuggling and cuddling you during these banquets, occasionally placing a few kisses on your neck and cheek.

The two of your cute love birds can often be found snuggled up in each other’s arms. Kenshin’s absolute favorite, though, is resting his head on your lap while listing to the sound of you beautifully melodic singing. He loved the feeling of your fingers gently playing with his hair. Kenshin can’t help but think back to his childhood and the story his mother had told him. Perhaps his mother wasn’t wrong when she said that he would be blessed to find a beautiful princess. But she did have one fact wrong, he thought. It was not the prince who had saved the princess at the end of the day, but the princess who saved the prince.

Other potential matches...........................Shingen

Hope ya enjoy gal! And I hope you have a good day and stay safe and well! <3

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katedrakeohd · 4 years

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Nothing Like the Present (Part One)

[Part 9 of A Very Valtorian Christmas [Masterlist]

In this Episode: The Royal Heir gang

Duke Drake & Duchess Kate Walker, King Nicholas, Hana Lee, Maxwell Beaumont, Preston Davis (OC)

Warnings: None, just harmless fluff.

word count: 1633

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In the great room of Valtorian manor, Hana and Kate stand off to the side to watch the men move furniture. The goal was to create a comfortable seating area facing the Christmas tree so everyone could open presents together. Drake and Nicholas were working together to bring over pieces of the sectional sofa. Watching them it would seem that they'd set aside their differences in the spirit of cooperation. Although it was clear to Kate that the rivalry was very much alive as they tried to show off by carrying heavier things one handed. The grunts and mutterings of “Please let me help you with that, Your Grace, or Your Majesty..” were just making Kate shake her head.

Maxwell was honestly struggling to lift one of Drake's heavy arm chairs by himself. While Drake and Nicholas were preoccupied, Preston appears out of nowhere to help.

“Preston to the rescue,” Kate says quietly, nudging Hana with her elbow.

As Preston bends at the knees, his thighs and biceps flexing, demonstrating perfect lifting technique, the women can't help but watch. Maxwell pretends to help, gripping the arm of the chair and trying to keep up with the taller, stronger man. Maxwell looks over to Kate for directions, “Where should we put this Kate?”

Kate smiles and points to a space nearest to the tree, “Right over there. His Majesty deserves the best seat in the house.”

Drake straightens up from shoving an end piece of the sofa into place, he's slightly out of breath as he protests with a frown, “But..that's my chair.”

Kate tilts her chin up and gives Drake a disapproving look. He rolls his eyes and then looks away.

Nicholas wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, combing his hair back into place with his fingers. He gives Kate a respectful nod and a smile of gratitude. “You Honour me, Your Grace.”

Maxwell plugs in the Christmas tree, trying to hide the look of childish glee on his face as he looks to Kate and Hana expectantly.

Kate giggles at him, “Ok Max, you can hand out presents.”

“Ooh, can I borrow Drake's Santa Hat?”

Preston tries to hide his smirk as he exchanges a glance with Drake, he's met with a frown and then his smile fades.

“Uh, sorry Max, but no.” Drake replies.

...

Kate snuggles under a throw blanket between Drake and Hana on the sofa. Picking up the edge of the blanket, Drake shifts over closer. Under the blanket, Drake nudges Kate's knee with his own. She nudges back and then leans into his side as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

“I love you Kate,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into her hair behind her ear.

Kate lowers her lashes as his warm breath tickles her neck, thankful nobody can see her goosebumps. “I know, Honey. I love you too,” she whispers back, reaching up to touch his cheek.

Maxwell sits cross legged on the floor, humming to himself as he pokes through the presents. He picks out a large blue gift bag and hands it to Hana with a smile, “Here you go, this one is from me.”

Hana smiles as she opens the bag, pulling out a box of chocolate covered cherries and a bottle of sparkling wine from the Ramsford Estate. “Thank-you Max. How did you know these were my favorite chocolates?”

Maxwell winks back at her, “You’re like my best friend Hana Cakes, that's how, besides they're my favorite too. I remembered how you always went for those first at the sweets table. And I love the way you giggle when you’re full of champagne.”

Hana blushes, “Oh Max, you’re too sweet. I love you too.”

Maxwell shrugs bashfully, and then turns back to the gifts under the tree. He grunts as he hefts a heavy rectangle wrapped in red paper and checks the tag, “This one is for.. Nicholas. From Drake and Kate.”

Nicholas leans over to receive it, nodding his thanks to Kate. He carefully undoes the paper, being sure not to rip it. Drake chuckles, “Oh come on, man. Tear into it already.”

As the paper falls away, the carved metal gift canister of a 12 yr old whiskey is revealed. On the bottom of the canister is taped another smaller box. “Oh my goodness Drake, you shouldn't have.”

Nicholas’ eyes shine with gratitude as he unwraps and opens the second box to find a silver colored flask engraved with his initials. He rubs his thumb over the scrolling pattern of the letters.

“A little bit of liquid courage to take the edge out of Madeleine’s insufferable morning meetings,” Kate grins.

Nicholas slides the flask into his inside pocket, patting the outside of his jacket as the weight of it settles against his chest. “I’ll treasure it always, thanks.”

Drake feels a pleasant warmth spread through him as Max hands him a red striped package, knowing it's from Kate. He gives it a shake and hears something quietly shift inside the box. “Well it's definitely not anything noisy or heavy.”

Kate shrugs, not giving any hints at the contents. Maxwell hands Hana a small package with similar wrapping paper to pass along to Kate. She gives it a gentle shake, but hears nothing. Raising her eyebrows with curiosity she picks at the edge of the wrapping paper as Drake tears into his gift. Opening up a red garment box, Drake finds a pair of silky black pyjamas. He frowns briefly, and then smirks as he glances at Kate. “You got me..pjs? uh, thanks Kate.”

He lowers his voice and leans in close, “You know I don't wear anything to bed. So why silk?”

Maxwell leans over to peek at Drake’s new sleepwear. “Ooh, those are fancy looking jammies. Trust me dude, once you feel how nice they are against your skin you’ll never want to wear anything else.”

Drake closes the box quickly and sets it aside. “Uh.. ok. Don’t need to know why you might say that Max. I really don't want to imagine you wearing, and enjoying such a fabric against your skin. Not exactly helpful.”

Kate notices a blush rising up Drake’s neck, and pats him on the knee. “You only need to wear the bottoms Drake. I can wear the top if you feel two pieces is too much for you.”

Drake grins, rubbing at his jaw nervously and trying to mentally keep the image of Kate half naked out of his mind. He's glad that there is a blanket covering his lap. Clearing his throat, he changes the subject, trying to draw attention away from himself.

“Uh Kate, you haven't opened your gift yet. Oh and Max, there's a big box for you under the tree too.”

Maxwell’s face lights up and he looks through the other gifts for his own. The lower branches of the Christmas tree bounce and the ornaments jingle as he half disappears during his search.

Kate unwraps her gift as Hana looks on. They both gasp when Kate lifts the lid on the deluxe gift box embossed with gold lettering. “Are those diamonds?” Hana asks.

Drake sucks in a breath and grins sheepishly as he mumbles, “I certainly hope so, for what they cost.”

Kate's eyes well up with tears as she delicately traces the sparkling princess-cut diamond earrings with her fingers. Based on their size they had to be at least a carat each. “Oh Drake..,” she whispers.

Drake smiles at the expression on her face, “You like them?”

Kate is speechless, reaching over to pull him in for a kiss. When she sits back, she shakes her head in disbelief. “Yes, I love them. But they're too much.”

Drake reaches up, brushing a lock of hair back from her face, shaking his head with a smile. “No, nothing is too much, I wanted to give you something that shines and sparkles as beautifully as you do.”

Kate gives him another kiss and then sits back with a smile, wiping at the corner of her eye. “Thankyou Drake, they're so beautiful.”

Turning toward Hana, Kate smiles happily and hands her the box so that Hana can see the earrings up close. They ooh and ah as she tilts them in the light to see how they sparkle and shine.

Drake breathes a sigh and sits back against the sofa, happy to see Kate happy. A squeal of delight distracts from thinking about what the earrings cost.

Maxwell was grinning from ear to ear and hugging the new Xbox Drake had bought him to his chest. On the floor amongst the wrappings were copies of Just Dance 2018 and 2019 as well.

“There Max, now whenever you come to visit you can dance and sing until your heart’s content,” Kate laughs.

“Aaaand challenge Drake to dance battles?" Max insists, his eyes shining with mischief.

Drake rolls his eyes with a sigh, folding his arms, “We’ll see. At the very least it’ll be an amusing form of exercise.”

Hana claps her hands with glee, “Ooh I want to play. I’m familiar with all sorts of dancing.”

Maxwell hands Hana one of the game packages so she can see what songs are featured. She frowns as many of the songs aren’t familiar to her. “I don’t know these songs.”

Kate nudges Hana with her elbow, “That’s what makes it so fun. Besides, the dances are all demonstrated on the screen and it's all part of the experience to laugh and have a good time.”

Drake and Nicholas exchange a glance, both raising their eyebrows in a silent exchange. Nicholas lifts up his whiskey bottle, tilting it toward Drake. “They can play and we’ll enjoy a little of this somewhere else.”

Drake nods, breathing a sigh of relief. “Agreed.”

Part Two

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myaekingheart · 4 years

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104. Seijo Seika

Anata wo ikebana ni shite shimaimaseu Itsumo soba ni ite itadakemasu yo ni Anata wo ikebana ni shite shimaimaseu Soto no kaze ni taorarete shimawanu yo -Seijo Seika, Kazuhiko Inoue

So this was it: twenty six. Rei furrowed her brows as sunlight poured through the windows, feeling around for her fiancé. She swallowed back the lump in her throat as the realization hit her: he was already gone. Of course. With a groan, Rei buried her head beneath her pillow and cocooned herself even further into the blankets. As if she hadn’t already been tempted enough to isolate for the day. There was no point in celebrating without Kakashi.

A part of her cursed Tsunade for even assigning him to a mission on her birthday but Rei knew it really couldn’t be helped. One cannot will the ninja world to stop turning whenever they feel like it. Besides, it wasn’t like she care to make a big spectacle of her birthday anyway. What part of getting old was even worth celebrating? It’s just another year closer to death. Rei’s fingers involuntarily twitched against the pale scars lining her forearm. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and willed herself back to sleep.

Within a matter of seconds, however, Toshio shook the mattress as he jolted toward the bedroom door. Rei watched as he scratched at the carpet and barked incessantly. Clanking and banging echoed from the kitchen. Perfect. Just how she wanted to start her day: with a home invasion. Who the hell even broke into someone’s house at 8am? Rei didn’t have time to wonder. In a flash, she grabbed the kunai from her nightstand and ripped the blankets back. The knob slowly turned. The door creaked open. Rei was suddenly highly aware of the fact that she was wearing no pants. With a battle cry, she launched her kunai straight for her opponent’s head.

Kakashi’s eyes widened as he ducked just in time. The knife just barely missed his head, whizzing past his ear to stick in the living room wall. Plates and silverware clanked as he attempted to steady the tray of food in his hands. “I thought you did your killing after breakfast!” he exclaimed with a hint of exasperation. Toshio happily gobbled up a stray piece of fruit that had rolled onto the floor, his previous defense vanishing.

Rei stammered as she tried to form the proper questions. Why are you here? What happened to your mission? Is something wrong? Did you get fired? The confusion on her face was almost tangible.

“My assignment got cancelled at the last minute” Kakashi explained, sitting on the edge of the bed. He placed the tray before her with a soft smile. He had really outdone himself: fluffy tomagoyaki, fresh fruit glistening with juice, toast dripping in silky butter and honey, and her favorite pastries, flaky and fruity and drizzled with glaze. Steam wafted lazily up from a cup of green tea, the warmth of which was perfect for a March morning such as this. “So it looks like I can spend your birthday with you after all” he added happily.

Rei could hardly contain her joy. She leapt forward, wrapping her arms around him with a laugh. Kakashi abruptly reached out to steady the tray, the mattress rocking with her movement. That was twice now that he nearly lost all of his hard work. “You better eat before a meteor crashes into your breakfast” he jested. He glanced to Toshio begging at the side of the bed before adding, “Third time’s a charm.”

Rei could hardly keep the smile off her face as she leaned back and started on her eggs. Perhaps her birthday wasn’t going to be so dreadful after all. She watched as Kakashi carefully shifted so as to sit cross-legged before her. God, he was so cute. “I hope you didn’t leave the house looking like you do” she joked, sipping her tea. “Forgetting the mask is like the equivalent of walking around naked for you.”

Kakashi chuckled and shook his head. “Are you trying to tell me something?” he smirked. “Because I can take my pants off if you want.”

“Ooh, breakfast and a show?” Rei replied. She poked at his thigh with her chopstick and giggled.

“Well, it is your day” Kakashi replied. “You’re in charge.”

“That’s dangerous” Rei laughed, taking another bite of her food.

“Why? What did you have in mind?” Kakashi asked. “Tightrope walking on telephone poles? Hunting down rogue shinobi?”

Rei shook her head. “Not even close.”

“So what do you want to do for your birthday, then?”

Sucking in a deep breath, a small smile crept onto Rei’s lips as she looked him dead in the eyes and replied, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Kakashi gave a single, definitive nod then as he affirmed, “Alright, then. Nothing it is.” He grinned wide as she leaned over the tray to kiss him. They both knew that nothing really meant anything. That nothing was a simple promise of possibility, a liberation from obligation. The ability to do whatever you damn well pleased when you pleased to do it. That was the kind of birthday Rei had always preferred—to not be tethered by the dullness of parties and people but rather to live unhindered for once in her life. No rules, no responsibilities. Just pure, absolute freedom.

As she finished her food, Kakashi cuddled up beside her and pulled the book from her nightstand. The pages were yellowed, the edges jagged, and the cover was nearly falling off of the shoddy spine. Rei watched suspiciously as he flipped through it, wondering if he was judging her for her literary tastes. As if he was one to talk. Before she could question him on it, however, he flipped to where her bookmark was and began reading aloud. At first she thought he was mocking her—the way he read had so much personality, so much depth of voice—but it was clear in his facial expressions and body language that his intent was quite the opposite. He wrapped his free arm around her as she snuggled against his chest, picking apart the pastry as she listened to his narration. Toshio had since reclaimed his spot at the foot of the bed, resting his heavy head on Rei’s calves. She reached down to scratch behind his ear and he sighed contentedly. In a moment like this, suddenly that bright sunlight that awoke her wasn’t so unwelcome anymore. Instead it bathed everything in a warm and cozy hue, every edge highlighted with an angelic glow. It took all of her strength to not fall back asleep. This must be what heaven is like, she thought to herself.

Once she was finished eating, Kakashi set the book aside and carried the tray of empty plates back to the kitchen. Rei watched him through the doorway, catching the faint notes of a song that felt familiar but she couldn’t quite name. Anata wa ikebana ni shite shimaima seu, itsuma sobe ni ite itadakemasu yo ni, anata wo ikebana ni shite shimaimaseu, soto no kaze ni taorarete shimawanu yo…

His calming voice yet again nearly put her to sleep. Her eyelids grew heavy and she felt her head slowly fall back onto her pillow, only for her to snap herself awake. After three close calls, she peeled the covers back and slithered into the bathroom. The sound of water rushing from the showerhead nearly drowned out Kakashi’s voice completely and for a moment, Rei genuinely regretted it. But then the door creaked open and there he was, leaning against the doorway. “Need some help?” he asked. Rei’s cheeks burned. She could never say no.

He drew her oversized t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, then hooked a finger into the waist of her underwear. He paused a moment there, smiling down at the cartoon dogs on the fabric. To think: an elite ninja like her, with a high kill count to boot, wearing such cute—and, dare he say, childish—panties. He chuckled before sliding them down her thighs and watching her kick them into the corner. He undressed himself as she stepped into the shower, testing the water temperature with her foot and then curving herself around the stream so as to adjust the knob accordingly.

“You know” she said, watching him tug the curtain closed as he joined her, “Didn’t you already get a shower this morning?”

Kakashi simply shrugged and replied, “There was never any harm in being clean.” Then, with a slight smile, he added, “Besides, it’s nicer when it’s with you.” He rested his hands on her hips and rubbed her sides, then brushed her hair back as she tilted her head under the showerhead. He lathered shampoo into her hair and kissed her shoulders as he soaped her body up. His fingers traced her scars and caressed her cheek. And when she wasn’t looking, he’d open his mouth beneath the showerhead so as to squirt her in the face when she turned back around. She would blow soap bubbles at him in retaliation only to be captured by his strong embrace seconds afterward, both of them hunching over in uproarious laughter.

As they dried off and got dressed, Kakashi approached the window and surveyed the village below. It was truly a beautiful day with the clearest of skies and cherry blossoms like cotton candy lining the streets. “We should take advantage of the cherry blossoms before they disappear” he said wistfully.

“You think so?” Rei asked, shaking her hair dry like a dog. She considered the idea for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I think that would be nice. I’m sure Toshio would appreciate a long walk anyways.”

The minute the word walk fell from her lips, Toshio’s ears perked up. They made eye contact for a split second before he leapt to his feet and began circling her excitedly, barking and jumping. Kakashi watched as she tried to simultaneously calm him and slip into her sweater, but her head got stuck in a sleeve and Toshio was only growing more excited by the minute.

“You might want to choose your words more carefully next time” he joked, attempting to redirect Toshio into the living room. The dog immediately went to the front door, stamping his feet and whimpering impatiently. Rei wiggled and writhed before her head popped out of the appropriate hole, her hair frizzy and face flushed. She stuck her tongue out at Kakashi playfully before rushing to slip on her sandals. The moment Kakashi opened the door, Toshio booked it down the hallway, spotted tongue flapping out of the side of his mouth as he went. Rei and Kakashi locked eyes and laughed before chasing after him.

Konoha felt so peaceful and warm. Children raced and laughed in the streets as cherry blossoms floated leisurely on the breeze. Rei intertwined her fingers with Kakashi’s as they walked along, Toshio strolling ahead of them to sniff every tree trunk and bark at every passerby. The sweet smell of spring hung in the air.

“So now that we’re out” Kakashi started, “Is there anything special you want to do?”

Rei shook her head. “Not particularly” she replied. “Why? Is there anything special that you want to do?”

Kakashi chuckled and replied, “Like I said earlier, it’s your day so you call the shots.”

Cocking her brow, Rei gazed back at him suspiciously. “But…?” she asked.

Of course she could see right through him. Sighing, he replied, “But there is one thing I think we should do while we’re here.” Rei had been so enthralled with the ambiance of the village that she had scarcely realized what direction they were walking in. The two of them stopped outside of a row of shops, the largest of which had a green awning and displays of new publications outside.

“Oh no, absolutely not” Rei said, shaking her head and recoiling. The last thing she needed was to see her parents today. They were always so weird on her birthday—so passive aggressive and sentimental. Another year where you haven’t been killed. An excuse to convince her to quit her job.

Kakashi frowned and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m sure they would be really disappointed if you didn’t at least stop in to say hello” he replied. “After all, they did give you life.”

“Yeah, and they’ve spent every waking moment of it trying to tell me what to do” Rei fired back. “I just want one day where their bullshit doesn’t hang over my head. Is that too much to ask?”

“I suppose not” Kakashi sighed. He toed the ground before turning to walk in the opposite direction, muttering in sing-song, “Though I’m sure Grandma Teiko will be really sad you didn’t stop by.”

Rei pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes as he glanced at her over his shoulder. He knew her weaknesses all too well. After a moment’s stalemate, Rei threw her head back with a groan, grabbed Kakashi by the wrist, and stomped inside Kaminoki. “Just know I’m only doing this for Grandma Teiko” she muttered under her breath. And really, that was all Kakashi needed.

Hana was checking out a customer when Rei and Kakashi slipped inside, the bell above the door signalling their arrival. A wide grin spread across her face as she hurried the young man out of the store and then rushed to her daughter with arms open wide. “I’m so glad you stopped by!” Hana cooed, hugging her daughter close. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, mom” Rei muttered. She could feel her mother’s cheeks grow hot and her chest rising and falling unevenly to alert of impending tears.

Hana sniffled and leaned back, brushing the long bangs out of Rei’s face. You shouldn’t hide your pretty face, she always said. A bittersweet smile touched Hana’s lips. “I can’t believe you’re already twenty six” she croaked. “It feels like just yesterday I was pushing you out of my—”

“Okay, mom! That’s enough!” Rei interrupted, her face turning bright red. Kakashi couldn’t help but chuckle, earning him a sharp glare from his fiancée. The faster they got this over with, the better. “So, uh, where’s Dad and Grandma Teiko?” Rei asked.

Hana and Kakashi locked eyes for a moment, the Copy Ninja giving a single nod. “Your father” Hana started, skirting around the checkout counter, “is upstairs doing what he always does.” She knelt down and began rummaging around in the counter drawers. Toshio leapt up onto his hind legs to sniff around the countertop, hoping for treats.

“What a surprise” Rei rolled her eyes. She reached out to take Kakashi’s hand in hers, a silent plea for support, before abruptly adding, “Well if you guys are busy, I certainly don’t want to hold you up!” She patted her thigh for Toshio to come.

“No, really! It’s fine!” Hana exclaimed. She reached across the counter to take Rei’s free hand in hers, a pelading smile touching her lips. “Please, you only just got here. At least go upstairs and say hello.”

Rei blinked, instantly suspicious. She began fearing balloons and banners and birthday cake awaiting her. “O-okay…” she stammered quietly.

Hana glanced to Kakashi before motioning toward the back door. “I’ll be up in a minute!”

Rei squeezed Kakashi’s hand as he urged her to go first. The staircase was so rickety and narrow, they could really only go single file. Toshio followed close behind, close enough for Rei to keep her hand atop his head as they ascended. A lump rose in her throat and her hands felt shaky and numb. The further they went, the more compelled she felt to rush back downstairs and bolt out the front door or jump out of the nearest window.

Quiet muttering echoed from behind the door as Rei reached the top of the stairs. Her hand hesitated on the knob, shaky and unsure. Toshio nudged the back of her leg in encouragement before Rei sucked in a deep breath and stepped inside.

Her eyes immediately landed on Grandma Teiko. Crouched down in the kitchen, she hummed a familiar tune as she pulled a small cake from the oven. A single strand of wrinkled crepe paper hung wistfully across the doorway and there was a small stack of presents in the corner. “Well, if that’s not perfect timing” Teiko chuckled, turning her gaze to her granddaughter.

Rei shook her head and laughed in disbelief. This was exactly what she had feared and yet, because it was Grandma Teiko, she couldn’t even be mad about it.

“Your mother wanted to do more but I told her ‘now listen, Rei doesn’t like anything fancy so you better dial it back’” Teiko explained. Rei watched as she skirted around the counter and began setting out small ceramic plates and colorful napkins. “Now if I was in charge of all of this, I wouldn’t have done anything more than a single pastry with one candle and no decorations but you know how your mother is.” There was a twinkle in her eyes, a shared understanding between the two of them. At least someone was sane. Rei had never been more grateful for Grandma Teiko.

As they chatted, Kakashi slipped inside quietly. Rei glanced at him over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of something hidden behind his back. Hana followed close behind. “You really didn’t need to do all of this” Rei commented, looking to her mother.

Hana smiled softly and shook her head. “Yes I did” she commented. “What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t celebrate the day that made me one? I’m just grateful you’re happy and healthy and can celebrate your birthday to begin with.” Rei winced at the sentiment. Though vague and slightly underhanded, she knew exactly what her mother meant: another year you haven’t gotten yourself killed. Before anything more could be said, Grandma Teiko hobbled into the office to retrieve Rei’s father.

Rei huffed her bangs out of her face and sunk down onto the living room couch. “So I guess we’re doing the whole nine yards here? Offkey singing and shiny wrapping paper included?” she asked.

Kakashi settled beside her and rested a hand on her knee. “We’ll sing extra loud so the nieghbors can hear” he jested. Rei grimaced and playfully punched him in the arm, eliciting nothing but laughter from her fiancé. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, but this only emphasized the fact that he was still hiding something behind his back. As she leaned nearer, she peered around to try to sneak a peek but it was no use. Kakashi blocked her attempt with a cheeky grin, the kind that silently whispered not so fast. Rei frowned and leaned back in defeat with arms crossed. She was so cute when she was pouty, Kakashi couldn’t help himself from kissing the tip of her nose through his mask. He loved how deeply she blushed from the surprise affection, especially in front of her parents.

Yuruganai trudged into the room just in time, gagging at the sight of such public displays. “Save it for the bedroom” he grumbled, sinking down into his favorite armchair. Hana cupped her hand over her mouth, her face bright red, as she tried to avoid the thought of her daughter’s relationship being anything other than puritanical.

“Let the kids have their fun!” Grandma Teiko exclaimed. She turned off all the lights as Hana finished icing the cake and set it upon the coffee table. She lit the candles and then guided everyone in singing Happy Birthday.

Of all the traditions Rei had to suffer through, the singing was probably the one she hated the most. Everything about it was hell: the volume, the melodic dissonance, being the center of attention. She clenched her jaw a little too tightly when she smiled, tightening her grip on Kakashi’s hand. Toshio howled along imperfectly.

The cake was phenomenal, per usual. It was Hana’s secret recipe, the one she used for everyone’s birthdays. Her cooking always delivered even if Rei could’ve done without the globs of icing. Toshio licked a dollop from Rei’s finger as she asked, “So what kinds of presents does twenty six get me? Crippling debt? Crotch goblins? Angina?”

Grandma Teiko snorted. “That’s not until twenty nine” she corrected. She reached into the pile of presents and handed over a small box wrapped in red foil. Rei took it gratefully and carefully unwrapped it to find a small handpainted flowerpot. “For the chakra plants” Teiko elaborated.

From her mother, she received a packet of wildflower seeds—“To match the flowerpot” she said—and a new cardigan she had found at the boutique around the corner. Her father gifted her a paperweight that was just as dull and unsuspecting as one would imagine. And then it was Kakashi’s turn.

Rei cocked an eyebrow and said in fake suspicion, “Now what else could you have possibly gotten me?” She held up her left ring finger to emphasize her point. And really, what more could she ask for when he had already pledged his commitment to her?

“Oh” Kakashi said in quiet, mock disappointment. “Then I guess you don’t want this after all.” Here, he finally revealed the package he had been hiding behind his back. “Such a shame. I really thought you were going to like it, too.”

“Well, seeing as you went to all that trouble…” Rei replied sheepishly, before quickly turning and reaching her hands out, demanding “Gimme!”

Kakashi handed the present over mercifully, watching with a careful eye as she set it in her lap. Wrapped in unassuming parchment, Rei knew immediately that it was a book. She was careful not to tear too violently through the paper as if it was a precious treasure that must be handled as such. Her breath hitched in her throat as the cover began to reveal itself.

“Kakashi, you didn’t” she gasped, looking at him in questionable disbelief. It was a leatherbound first edition of her favorite book, the very same one he had read aloud to her earlier, in mint condition. “This must have cost you a fortune.”

“We all pitched in” Hana chimed.

“I’ve been in contact with a seller in Amegakure who claimed he had one” Yuruganai replied. “Traded him for ten shipments of the newest Icha Icha crap. Apparently it’s super popular over there.” Yuruganai scrunched his face up in disgust at the thought.

Rei traced the embossing on the cover, admiring the detailed tree branches and frolicking fantasy creatures. “You guys really outdid yourselves” she whispered, smiling. “Thank you for this.”

Grandma Teiko hobbled over and pulled Rei into a tight hug with her free arm. “It was really no trouble” she said. “But I will say I should get some credit for coming up with the idea.”

“You would understand the trouble if you had to correspond with Amegakure” Yuruganai muttered. His tone seeped with underlying disdain for the Rain Village’s politics.

Kakashi took Rei’s hand in his and added, “This doesn’t mean you have to get rid of the old copy, by the way.” He brushed the bangs out of her face and smiled. “I know how sentimental your original is for you.”

“I didn’t get that impression at all—that this was supposed to be a replacement” Rei assured. “If anything, I’m happy to have two! A sentimental one and a fancy one.” For a split second, the thought of settling down to read from the new copy with her future children flickered in the back of her mind and Rei grew suddenly woozy. She rested a hand upon Toshio’s head, who was vying for more icing, in an attempt to steady her thoughts.

“So, do you two have plans tonight?” Hana asked over her shoulder, carrying the dirty dishes to the sink. “If you’re not doing anything, you should stay for dinner.”

Rei, still slightly unhinged, glanced to Kakashi and it was clear the sirens were sounding in her head. “Actually” Kakashi stepped in, “we already made dinner plans with some friends.”

“Oh” Hana said, slightly dejected. “Okay then. I hope you both have fun. Perhaps if it’s not too late, you can stop by for tea and dessert instead?”

“We’ll, uh, we’ll think about it, Mom” Rei replied. “But thank you.” Despite the formality, her and Hana were both well aware that if she was meeting up with Sekkachi, Rei was going to be shit-faced drunk by the end of the night. Another matter Hana did not want to think about.

“Let Rei enjoy her birthday” Teiko shouted into the kitchen. “After all, you’re only young once!”

“Yes, but you also only have one family” Hana added, slightly peeved.

Grandma Teiko chuckled. “Not if you get a jump on procreation” she replied, winking at her granddaughter. Rei’s face turned bright red, forcing a polite smile as she swallowed back her anxiety.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck nervously, adding, “Let’s take one thing at a time.” He panned the room to find Yuruganai shaking his head and rising to his feet, evidently done with the whole conversation. The mood was fizzling out. That was their cue.

By the time they left, it was nearly sunset. Rei burst out into the street and keeled over with hands on her knees, gasping for breath. “Thank god that’s over with” she sighed.

“That suffocating, huh?” Kakashi chuckled. Deep down, he hated to admit that he felt it, too. Rei’s parents may have given him their blessing for the engagement but he knew full well the reservations they still held toward him. Feelings like that are, unfortunately, not so easily shaken.

Rei puffed out her cheeks and nodded with wide eyes, hands firmly on her hips. Toshio nudged her hand, licking whatever sugary residue still clung to her fingertips. “Let’s go” she said after catching her breath, motioning for them to follow. “I need to try and salvage whatever’s left of the day before I lose my goddamn mind.”

Kakashi trotted to catch up with her, readjusting the canvas bag of her gifts on his shoulder. “So what else would you like to do then?” he asked. They walked along the winding pathway through the park. Old men sat at the lake’s shore fishing and reminiscing, parents carried sleepy toddlers in their arms. A family of ducks travelled downstream, their quacks echoing off the water’s surface.

“I don’t know” Rei sighed. It was clear she was steadily growing overwhelmed with her own thoughts. “Something distracting, I guess. What was that thing you said about dinner plans with friends? Is that actually a thing or did you just pull that excuse out of your ass?”

Kakashi shrugged. “Guy had suggested we get together tonight, and I did mention that takeout place you like” he replied. The thought of her favorite greasy fast food immediately put Rei in a brighter mood.

“I would love that” she abruptly replied.

Smiling, Kakashi gave Rei’s hand an affectionate squeeze. “Alright then, takeout it is.” Despite the promise of such simplicity, it was clear to Kakashi that there was still something bothering her. When Rei smiled back at him, he could tell she was tense and preoccupied. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

“What? Yeah! Of course!” Rei lied. Kakashi narrowed his eyes in suspicion. It took all of ten seconds for Rei to crack. “I mean, I don’t know, seeing my parents just kinda kicked my ass” she admitted.

“Was there something that I missed?” he asked. “What did they say? Or do?”

Sighing, Rei shook her head. She was too scared to bring up all the overbearing thoughts in her head. If she could even formulate them into words in the first place, that is. “It’s really nothing” she insisted. “The whole thing just gave me a lot to think about.”

“Like what?” Kakashi asked. “If something is bothering you, you need to tell me what’s going on. Please.”

“Okay…” Rei said slowly, cautiously. She raked her bangs back and tried to prepare herself. “I mean, I guess part of it just has to do with how I’m still trying to adjust to the fact that we’re engaged, you know? And our future, I mean—”

Before she could finish her sentence, a loud splash interrupted the conversation. The couple whipped around to find none other than Toshio paddling toward the center of the lake.

“Toshio, what the hell are you doing?!” Rei shouted after him, but it was useless. If he could hear her, it was clear he had chosen to ignore her. Rei watched as he swam nearer to the family of ducks, correctly predicting exactly what was to happen next. Sighing, she rubbed her temples as the birds squawked and scattered.

Kakashi couldn’t resist laughing. He should’ve expected as much. “Well, they don’t call him a retriever for nothing” he jested.

“Very funny” Rei sighed.

Once Toshio returned, he dropped the duck at Rei’s feet and grinned happily, spotted tongue lopping out of the side of his mouth. Rei lifted the duck up by the neck with her index and thumb, cringing. The bird hung lifelessly in her grasp.

“At least he thought to get you a present” Kakashi laughed. “Happy birthday, here’s a dead duck!”

“Well, I guess we have a backup plan for dinner tonight” Rei replied. Then, smirking to her fiancé, she asked, “Do you know how to make duck a l’orange?” Toshio, apparently pleased with the idea, barked joyfully and spun in circles so quickly his tail whacked him in the face. Kakashi and Rei smiled at each other before they both erupted into fits of hysterical laughter.

Tubes of various colored lipstick and palettes of eyeshadow littered the bathroom counter. Rei stared intently at her reflection, her features a jigsaw puzzle disassembled and strange. The harsh vanity lights highlighted every imperfection: the freckles dotting her shoulders, the depth of the scar across the bridge of her nose, the thickness of her eyebrows and her uneven smile and her frizzy copper hair. For a moment, she didn’t even recognize herself. She gripped the edge of the bathroom counter and sucked in a deep breath. If she wasn’t careful, she was certain she was going to be sick. Perhaps going out wasn’t such a good idea after all. The weight of her own intrusive thoughts would surely prevent her from enjoying herself. Her eyes skated down to the ring on her finger, the way the pearl caught the light, and she shuddered. The future was so big and blinding and intimidating.

“Rei? Are you okay in there?” Kakashi called from the other side of the door. Rei jolted, his voice snapping her from her silent breakdown.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine!” she shouted back. It was clear to Kakashi, however, that she was not, in fact, fine.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Um, I mean…w-why?” she asked back.

Kakashi chuckled uneasily under his breath. “Because we only have one bathroom” he replied. Rei, suddenly feeling very stupid, creaked the door open. He slipped past her, casually unzipping his pants so he could go to the bathroom. She tried to ignore his presence and make herself look busy, shuffling through her five different tubes of lipstick in an effort to look busy. Anything to avoid suspicion. Not that Kakashi wasn’t suspicious already, because he was. “You’re taking a while to get ready” he commented.

“Yeah, and what about it?” Rei snapped, whipping around to shoot him a sharp glare. Kakashi blinked as his trickle slowed to a halt, zipping his pants up. It took her all of two seconds to realize she had made a terrible mistake. Rei’s face turned bright red and she dropped her eyes to the floor, muttering “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Rei” Kakashi said, voice firm. For a moment, she was certain he was angry with her. He approached and placed his hands on her shoulders, willed her to look up at him. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Rei chewed her bottom lip and nodded hesitantly. “Y-yeah, I’m just…I guess I’m just kind of tense and stressed or something.” She knew she didn’t sound convincing. She couldn’t bring herself to try any harder. Her energy for such things was rapidly depleting.

Kakashi dropped his hands and approached the sink, turning on the water and pumping soap onto his palm. “You’ve been kind of off ever since we visited your parents. Did something happen that I don’t know about?” he asked. She watched him lather the soap on his hands, the way the bubbles caught the light and filled the sink. They popped and crackled as Kakashi rinsed his hands and then reached for the towel. “I know how stressful seeing them always is for you. I’m sorry if you’re upset that I insisted we drop in in the first place.”

“N-no, it’s not that at all!” she assured him. “I could never be mad at you for that.” She knew how important family was to him. It was so easy to cherish what you no longer have. Sighing, Rei sank down onto the edge of the tub. “I just wish my family didn’t make me think about things I don’t have the guts to face yet.”

“Like what?” Kakashi asked. He crouched down in front of her and brushed the hair back out of her face. Rei couldn’t bring herself to look at him and in her silence, he connected the dots on his own. “Is this about what they said about having kids?” he asked.

Rei’s face paled and she coughed on her own saliva. “Well—I just—I mean…” she stammered. When she couldn’t bring herself to produce any more words, she groaned and drew her knees up to her chest, nearly falling into the tub in the process. Kakashi reached out and caught her, stifling a laugh as he pulled her close. “Kakashi…” Rei sighed. She buried her face in his sleeve. “I’m just scared. I don’t know what it is. It just feels like there’s all this pressure, like there’s so much ahead of us and it’s…it’s daunting. I don’t know what to do.”

“I know” Kakashi whispered. He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. “I feel like birthdays always bring out the sentimentalist in people. It’s so easy to get caught up in these ideas about family and the future, and about what you should accomplish by what age.” Taking her left hand in his, he toyed with the ring on her finger as he added, “Being engaged only makes those expectations feel that much heavier.”

Rei gazed at him empathetically. She hated how comforting it was knowing he was feeling the pressure, too. “I just want to numb it all out. Do things on our own terms. It’s only been two weeks” she replied. And really, how were they supposed to have the entire rest of their lives planned out in only fifteen days? None of it made any sense. If only everyone else could be so empathetic.

“We will” Kakashi assured her. “We don’t have to follow anyone else’s rules but our own.” He smiled down at her and caressed her cheek. Whatever imperfections she saw in herself were, to him, a masterpiece. Her cheeks were so soft and warm and when she smiled, she lit up the whole room. His heart swelled. “For now, I don’t want you to think about it anymore” he continued. “This is your night and I want you to enjoy every second of it.” A small smile touched her lips as she nodded and drew his hand up to kiss his knuckles. At least if she had to be here, face to face with her own future, she could take solace in knowing he was right by her side, hands and hearts intertwined until their dying breath.

Chukaryori Inn was an unsuspecting little place around the corner from Ichiraku. It was not necessarily known for it’s food or it’s atmosphere and therefore was always nearly empty. Rei wasn’t sure why she liked the place so much—perhaps the liminality of it made her feel concealed and therefore safe. The ominous flicker of the neon sign through evening rain instantly calmed her as they ducked inside.

Despite being a takeout place, the lobby of the restaurant housed a handful of mismatched tables and chairs where patrons could eat if they chose to. Guy and Sekkachi had already settled into a spot backed up against the potted bamboo sagging in the corner. Directly above them was a speaker fixed to the mirrored wall through which fuzzy shakuhachi music played.

The moment the little bell above the door jingled to signify their arrival, Rei locked eyes with Might Guy and suddenly knew what it must feel like to be a small animal spotted by prey in the wild. Without a moment of hesitation, Guy triumphantly leapt up onto the table. “There’s the birthday girl!” he shouted, pointing directly at her. The table wobbled beneath him.

Sekkachi looked up at him sharply, tugging on his legwarmer and muttering “Get the fuck down before you break a leg.” Whether she meant one of Guy’s legs or a table leg wasn’t important. The waitress behind the counter eyed them suspiciously before slowly ducking into the back.

“Oh god, please, no” Rei muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning. Kakashi placed his hand on the small of her back as he guided her toward the table. She shielded her face from her own reflection as Kakashi pulled her chair out for her. She sank down graciously.

With legs already propped up on the table, Sekkachi smirked and tooted a dorky little paper horn. “Congratulations: you’re one year closer to death!” she exclaimed.

Rei narrowed her eyes but her lips pursed into a smile. “You’re one to talk” she quipped. “Aren’t you turning thirty in a few weeks?”

Sekkachi swatted at the air as she took a swig of her drink. “Let’s not talk about that” she dismissed. “Tonight is all about Y-O-U.”

“Unfortunately” Rei chuckled, self-deprecating.

Kakashi rested a hand on her back, leaning down so that they were almost at eye level. “I’ll go order our food, just let me know what you want” he smiled. Then, turning to the others, “Have you ordered yet?”

Guy nodded emphatically. “I’ve never eaten here before but everything looked so good, I couldn’t help but try a bit of everything!” he replied excitedly. Whipping out the paper menu at their table, he pointed to the picture of his dish and exclaimed, “The perfect meal: a pupu platter!”

Sekkachi rolled her eyes, muttering, “And with all the grease in this shit, you’re gonna be having pupu all week.”

Rei smirked, asking, “And what did you order?”

“The same thing she always orders!” Guy exclaimed. He shoved the menu haphazardly back into it’s plastic container. “White rice and ice water. You know, Sekkachi, I really think you ought to expand your horizons! Indulge! Experience the power of food!”

“Mm, yeah, no thanks” Sekkachi replied. “I experience the power of food every time it hits my guts. I’ll just stick with the usual.”

Shaking his head, Kakashi then turned to Rei and asked, “Do you want your usual?” Rei smiled and nodded. She loved that he knew her well enough to know exactly what she wanted. It wasn’t like they had even been regulars here for very long. Rei had only really just discovered Chukaryori a few months ago on Mikazuki’s recommendation. And yet there was something so comforting and casual about the food, she fell in love at first bite.

Rei shook the rainwater from her hair as Kakashi approached the counter. “I have a feeling that storm outside is going to get a lot worse before it gets better” she commented.

“Well, you know what they say” Sekkachi replied, leaning back in her seat. “April showers bring May flowers.”

Rei stared back at her dumbly, blinking. “Sekkachi, it’s March.”

“Eh, fuck it, close enough” Sekkachi swatted at the air.

Guy grinned at the two of them before asking, “So, Rei, how has your birthday been so far? Have you done anything special?”

Shaking her head, Rei replied, “Not really. We just kinda hung out. Stopped in to see my family for a little bit.”

“Hana made cake, didn’t she?” Sekkachi chuckled. She knew Rei’s mother all too well. She remembered how desperately Hana Natsuki had tried to get her to eat during childhood sleepovers, the softly offended glares at nearly-full plates of food. Whenever Sekkachi felt especially bad about this, she always ended up having to trudge home at 2am with a stomachache. It wasn’t worth it. Sekkachi could handle disappointing her if it meant saving her digestive system.

Rei nodded, sucking in a deep breath. “Of course she did” she replied. “With all the nauseating icing you can imagine.” The way she said this, the telling wink, was a clear indicator that icing was merely a metaphor. Luckily, Sekkachi had known her long enough to know exactly what icing meant: well-meaning but overbearing comments that only emphasized how hopeless you were.

Sekkachi shuddered. “Heaven have mercy on your soul.”

Because it was predominantly a takeout restaurant, Chukaryori didn’t bother with plates. Their food was served in lidded aluminum pans and paper pagoda boxes dripping with grease. Guy’s order was so large, it required three containers. Crispy egg rolls, spare ribs, juicy chicken, beef teriyaki, wontons, crab rangoons, and fried shrimp towered before him, threatening a night of indigestion. He snapped his chopsticks apart, murmured a mouth-watering itadakimasu, and dove right in.

Kakashi watched in concerned awe, cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. “Guy, that’s a lot of food” he commented warily.

“Yeah, are you sure you can eat all of that?” Rei asked.

Guy grinned as he stuffed his face. “My body needs all the delicious energy it can get!” he exclaimed. “And if I can’t eat it all, then Sekkachi will help me!”

Sekkachi paused, mouth full of bland white rice. “Not on your life” she muffled, swallowing hard and chugging her ice water.

Laughing, Guy’s eyes then skated to Kakashi’s plate. The copy ninja squeezed a complimentary lemon wedge over his kara-age, perfectly crispy. “Hey, Kakashi” Guy commented, cocking a brow, “I thought you didn’t like fried food.”

Kakashi shrugged. “I like kara-age sometimes” he said. “We don’t really come here often enough for me to get sick of it, but for what it’s worth, everything on the menu here is fried. At least this comes with salad.” He reached for a bottle of ginger dressing on the table and drizzled it across a bowl of leafy lettuce, crisp cucumbers, and shredded carrot.

As Rei dug into her own food, she felt a surge of welcome happiness within the pit of her chest. Rain pattered on the roof and the fluorescent lights overhead hummed and flickered but their collective laughter drowned everything else out. While she never grew up eating subuta, each bite filled her with a warmth usually reserved only for nostalgic comforts. Her pork was sweet and tangy and the vegetables retained their crunch. The way the cook cut her carrots into the shape of flowers reminded Rei of her mother. That night, like every other night they ate from Chukaryori, Rei did not have any leftovers.

Guy, on the other hand, started confidently but was bested by his own hubris. Sekkachi shrugged, capping her container of rice. She’d eat the other half later, perhaps as a midnight snack. “At least you tried a little bit of everything” she commented.

“Wow” Rei replied, eyes wide and mouth agape, “I’m surprised by your optimism.” Sekkachi rolled her eyes, a silent threat to reach across the table and slap Rei on the shoulder.

Guy snapped the lids onto his containers in defeat, his stomach bloated and his face pale. “You know what this means?” he said. His comrades gazed back at him in anticipation. “I just need to train harder! One day, I’ll defeat you, you formidable pupu platter!” Rei clapped her hands over her mouth, stifling her hysterical laughter.

Though the rain had picked up by the time they all parted ways, Rei and Kakashi took the long route home. The streets were empty and the sky overhead was littered with stars. Rei spread her arms out wide as she strolled, tilting her head back so as to catch raindrops on her tongue. The moon was full and the air was cool. Kakashi couldn’t fight the grin on his masked face as he watched her inhibitions disappear. It was like they were young children again, carefree and candid. Nothing could hurt them.

Kakashi’s ardor grew the nearer they came to their apartment. He watched with a tender gaze as she kicked her shoes off at the front door, shook the rainwater from her hair, and the great care she took in stepping over Toshio asleep on the floor. It was when she approached the bookshelf, eyes focused as she considered the best place to put her new book, that Kakashi’s love became completely uncontainable. Without a moment of hesitation, he crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She gasped but fell into his embrace almost immediately. He rubbed her sides, lifting her shirt up slightly in the process.

“Kakashi, are you trying to tell me something?” she smiled. Her laughter was like paradise as he tugged his mask down, planted kisses along her jawline and down her neck.

“Not particularly” Kakashi lied. His fingers toyed at the hem of her pants, caressing the indent of her hipbone. A jolt of excitement coursed through his veins. She was right here in front of him, real as could be, and yet in moments like this he couldn’t even fathom how he had gotten so lucky. This was his future, snuggled up right in his arms. He couldn’t imagine devoting his life to anyone else. “Is it so wrong to want to give my future wife a little affection on her birthday?” he then asked, his lips curling into a smile.

Future wife. Those words were like a shot of morphine straight to her veins. “I like the sound of that” she whispered. Her hand skated down to rest atop his pressed against her stomach, melting into his embrace. Kakashi kissed her cheek as he toyed with the ring on her finger, turning it this way and that as if to confirm it still existed. His touch brought her a sense of peace unlike anything else. All of the anxiety that had built up within her throughout the day began to evaporate and in it’s place came a certain confidence, a solidification of thought. “Kakashi…” she sighed.

“Hmm?” he gently turned her face toward his. There was a tender sweetness in his eyes that only further confirmed her plan.

A soft, almost apprehensive laugh broke past her lips. “At the risk of sounding greedy,” she whispered, “I…I need to ask you for one gift for my birthday.”

“Oh?” Kakashi asked, cocking a brow. “The book wasn’t enough?” She could tell he was joking but that didn’t stop her anxiety from mounting.

Averting her eyes, she shook her head and muttered, “Actually, nevermind. Forget I said anything.” She broke away from his grasp and slipped into the bedroom. Perhaps it was better that she kept her mouth shut anyway. This was a bad idea.

“Rei, wait, no” he called after her, reaching for her wrist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No, it’s fine” she shook her head. She couldn’t stand to look at him. She hadn’t even posed her question and yet she was far too embarrassed she had ever thought of it in the first place.

Kakashi’s gaze softened as he brushed the hair out of her face. “I’m sorry. What is it? Please tell me.” She had only enough strength to glance at him but his apologetic smile was enough to break down her weak walls.

“I just…” she started, voice cracking. She could feel his anticipation rising. Sucking in a deep breath then, she finally said it. “Kakashi, I want you to cum inside me.”

Kakashi drew back slightly, blinking. They had never done that before. Of all the years they had been together, he had always been so devoted to pulling out—perhaps a little too devoted. And yet here she was now, asking him to empty himself inside of her. To give her every ounce of himself. “R-Rei, but what if you--?” he started, but she quickly cut him off.

“I know” she said. “We’ll be fine. I don’t care. Just…please. I-I want to feel you.” Her cheeks were burning at the proposition, and she suddenly felt so stupid and shy.

A shiver ran down Kakashi’s spine as he swallowed hard. His mind raced as he considered this unexpected request, a part of him wondering what brought her to want this in the first place. Earlier she had been so panicked, so overwhelmed. The abrupt turn of thought was so jarring. Did she truly want this? Or did she just feel pressured? The look on her face, however, told him she was genuine. He tilte her head up and pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes in the hope that he could somehow silently transmit to her a sense of peace and clarity. She was ready. She was willing. She no longer feared the risk. Kakashi caressed her cheek, considered the ring on her finger. They were in this together now, whatever the future brought them. And if it unexpectedly brought them a child, then so be it. They could handle it. Perhaps that realization was what changed her heart’s direction, too. A small smile touched his lips as he drew her hips against his to emphasize his growing erection. “Okay” he whispered. “I’m all yours.”

Rei’s heart leapt into her throat, searching his face for any sign that he may be leading her on. She felt so guilty for wanting this, so hypocritical even, yet she found no hint of malice in his gaze. He pressed his lips to hers sweetly, tenderly, as they both migrated toward the bed. They broke their kiss for only a moment as Kakashi slid Rei’s shirt up over her head.

He straddled her hips as she fell back against the mattress, his gentle touch tracing the curvature of her breasts, her toned stomach, her plush hips. A small smirk touched his lips as he toyed with the hem of her underpants. “You’re wearing one of your nice pairs” he commented. Rather than the usual rips and tears, these were soft and pink and floral with teasing lace trim. “Are they new?”

“New enough” Rei whispered, running her hands through Kakashi’s hair. Her breath hitched as his lips traveled down her chest to her pelvis. He removed her underwear slowly and tossed them aside, then locked eyes with her as he spread her legs further apart. She loved the way he was looking at her, the hunger in his eyes, the slight smirk of his lips. She closed her eyes as he eased his way into her, hooking his arms beneath her legs so he could perfectly hit that spot she liked.

His pace began slow and steady but Rei could tell there was something about him that was different this time—every motion more powerful, more meaningful. She bit her lower lip as he thrust harder and faster, tightening his grip on her thighs.

“Rei...” he whispered, his voice breathless. “I-I’m close. Are you sure…you still…mm, want to do this?”

Rei dug her nails into his back as she considered his question for a moment. There was still time to back out. There was so much risk, and yet…

“Yes” she said definitively. “Yes, Kakashi. D-do it.”

With a single nod, Kakashi replied, “Okay.” His voice was so low, almost even a growl. He held her close as he picked up the pace, thrusting deep and fast inside her. His breath grew shaky and he prayed he could hold out, that he could withstand the instinct to pull out at the very last minute. She planted a few small kisses along his collarbone before gasping and burying her face in the crook of his neck. It was then that he knew she would make this so easy for him. How could he deny her when she was so vulnerable like this? When her body was racked by every buck and swerve of his hips?

Rei’s heart pounded as her body electrified and somehow it felt like the first time all over again. All she could think about was him: him on top of her, him inside of her, him holding her and fucking her and filling her. And then she felt his dick pulse inside her and his shaky breath against her neck and her entire body quivered. “K-Kakashi…” she whispered, her back arching against the mattress. He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, the ejaculation bringing on equal parts rapture and relief. And god, it was so much better this way. For a moment, he didn’t even care or consider the potential consequences. All he knew was the sweet, raw bliss of that perfect union, of a smooth finish, uninterrupted and real.

He stayed there, towering over her, for a long moment afterward before he could finally catch his breath. And then slowly he maneuvered himself out of her, sitting upright before her. He ruffled his hair with a breathy laugh, sweat beading on his brow. “How do you feel?”

Rei’s chest rose and fell quickly as she stared up at the ceiling, her face flushed and damp with sweat. How did she feel? It took her a moment to figure out the answer. “Good” she finally replied. “I feel…good.” She propped her hand behind her head and smiled softly back at him and he was immediately weak. He lunged toward her to press his lips hard against hers, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

“I’m glad” he whispered as she settled against his chest. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and in that moment, she was at peace—more than she had expected to be. Rei’s eyes quickly grew heavy as Kakashi snuggled her close and then once again he began to sing. Anata wo ikebana ni shite shimaimaseu, itsumo soba ni ite itaadkemasu yo ni…

“Mm, Kakashi…” Rei moaned sleepily. “Why does that song sound so familiar…? I feel like I’ve been hearing it…all day…”

A small smile touched Kakashi’s lips as he brushed the hair back out of her face. “Don’t you remember?” he asked. “My mother used to sing it to me when I was little. It’s one of the only things I remember about her.” His heart skipped a beat as he remembered their childhood, the way he, in turn, would occasionally sing that very song to Rei when she was young and scared or wouldn’t stop crying or fall asleep. It had been so long since he had sang to her, so long since he had uttered those sweet lyrics at all. He wasn’t sure what made him remember them so abruptly—perhaps it was how peaceful she looked when he returned home that morning, riding the high of a last-minute day off. If only every day could be spent just like this, doing whatever they pleased, always together. Come morning, everything would be back to normal. He would go on missions again, leaving her behind, as she would to him. The world would start turning yet again and their careers would bring them to the brink of death, challenging that promise he had made to her so many years ago. But he didn’t want to think about that right now. For the time being, all that mattered—all that existed—was him and her and the little life they had built within this tiny apartment. Kakashi kissed the tip of Rei’s nose and cupped her cheek in his hand, then asked quietly, “So did you have a good birthday?”

Though exhausted and nearly unconscious, Rei forced her eyes open ever so slightly to look up at him, sleep drunk and sweet. “The best birthday” she murmured, smiling. “How could it be anything less when I got to spend it with you? My first birthday as your fiancée. Knowing I’m going to be your wife…that’s the best present I could’ve ever asked for.”

Kakashi’s heart swelled; he was so overwhelmed with love for her. He swallowed back the faintest threat of tears as he took her left hand in his, turning the engagement ring back and forth on her finger. If he was honest, he still couldn’t believe she had said yes. He still couldn’t believe that after all those years of distance and defiance, that she still promised to spend the rest of her life with him. He would forever be indebted to her boundless grace—he truly did not deserve her forgiveness. And yet her undying love for him was proof that perhaps he was never as irredeemable as he feared he was. That he still had hope and a purpose. That he still had a promise to her to uphold: to protect her until his dying breath, and in doing so forge a life with her that they could be proud of. He truly couldn’t ask for anything more. Kakashi drew her hand up so as to kiss her fingertips, his heart overflowing as she interlaced her fingers with his. He held their hands against his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling her to sleep. Just before she slipped into complete slumber, she heard his voice whisper in her ear, soft and sweet.

I love you more than anything, Rei.

#LET THE CAVITIES COMMENCE #also warning of incoming smut lmfao #kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction

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