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gaybananabread · 5 months

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Squealing Santa 2023 - Gift for @randommusicalfluff

Happy Holidays @randommusicalfluff! I’m happy I got paired with you, love your art! I’ve never written for Welcome Home before, but I finally got a good reason! Full disclosure, I tried my best to go all out; sorry if it’s a bit crazy. Again, happy holidays if you celebrate, and I hope you Enjoy!

(Big thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa again; I love this event and the fact that you made it possible! Amazing job as always!)

Lee: Eddie, Frank

Ler: Frank, Eddie

Fandom: Welcome Home

Summary: Frank is freezing in the chilly weather of winter. Lucky for him, he has a living teddy-bear for a partner. When said partner is sleepy, though, some fluffy tickles ensue. Eddie decides to return the favor, albeit gently.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Frank shivered in the coolness of the post office, his thicker sweater vest doing little to keep him warm. Snow fell in delicate flakes outside, leaving little water dots against the window on contact. The insect lover would much rather be snuggled up in blankets in front of a warm fire, but he promised Eddie that he’d be patient. He was regretting that promise.

“Alright, darlin’! All done with sortin’ tomorrow’s letters. Ready to head in?” A warm fuzz entered Frank’s chest when he heard that southern drawl. Not enough to distract him from the crisp air, of course, but it helped. “Absolutely; it’s much too cold in this office. You really must get a nicer heater for this room.”

The gray-skinned puppet moved to his partner’s side, a small smile gracing his lips when Eddie raised his arm and pulled him in close. He was so warm; Frank could’ve stayed there for the rest of the season.

Eddie just chuckled, unlocking the thick door that separated his living quarters from the post office. He couldn’t understand why Frank was so cold; the southern man just had a thin flannel over his usual postal attire. He led Frank over to an armchair, handing him a blanket and turning to the fireplace. “C’mon, freezer-bug. I’ll get the heat goin’.”

That got an eye-roll and a few mumbles from the logical puppet. Freezer-bug? It was snowing outside! Eddie was just too cozy, with his soft belly, warm eyes, tender embrace, rich voice…oh dear. Frank felt his cheeks heat up, adding to the fuzzy feeling. Heat sounded nice, though he’d prefer cuddles.

Soon, the heater whirred, struggling to warm both the post office and his home. Frank wrapped the blanket snugly around his shoulders, trying to warm up. He could’ve used a squishy teddy-bear right about then. “You coming, dear?”

Eddie shook his head, lifting the lankier puppet up and placing him in his lap. He laid the blanket across both of them, rubbing Frank’s back to try and warm him. The long day of sorting mail and delivering packages that morning had him all tuckered out; soon, his eyes were drifting closed, his arms going slack on his partner’s back.

Normally, Frank would’ve just let him sleep and enjoyed the closeness. He had been waiting for cuddles all day, however, and had been teased for shivering. It was obviously lighthearted, but Frank was nothing if not a creature of spite. Some payback was in order.

Frank’s nimble fingers kneaded into his partner’s plush belly, squeezing and poking at the center. Eddie giggled sleepily, moving one hand to swat at the ticklish feeling. His partner had to stifle a chuckle as he dodged the hand, squeezing and poking at the squishy area above his waist.

A groggy yelp burst from the red-haired man, his hands shooting to grab Frank’s wrists. The gray puppet wasn’t about to let that slide; he shoved at Eddie’s tangerine hands, continuing to tickle the wonderful pudge. “D-DAHAharlihin’?! Whahahat’re yaha dohohoin’?!”

“Well, you’ve made me wait for affection all day, and you *were* being rather mean about my shivering. I need to get some kind of revenge, dear. You understand, yes?” Frank moved his wiggly fingers to Eddie’s ribs, sending the man into a fit of laughter.

“I-IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! IHI’LL GIHIVE YA AHAHALL THE CUHUHUDDLES YOUHU WAHAHANT!” Frank just chuckled, holding on tight and teasing his partner’s ribs. He loved the sound of Eddie’s laughter best. It was so bright, rich and full; such an easy thing to melt at. For the moment, though, he was strong.

Frank’s fingers moved to tug at the fabric of his partner’s tucked-in shirt. The soft fabric gave easily, exposing the soft felt of his tangerine belly. “Ah, what a sight. This tum of yours looks awfully cozy, Mr. Dear. I hope you don’t mind~” Before Eddie could protest any further, eight cold fingers were scribbling on his poor belly.

“F-FRAHAHAHANK! NAHAHAT THAHAT!” Of course he minded! Eddie normally refrained from using Frank’s first name, per their little habit; pet names or Mr. Frankly was what he stuck with. He couldn't help it, it tickled! The cool temperature somehow made everything twice as sensitive.

Frank gasped, letting his dramatic side take over. “*Frank*? When did we get so unprofessional?! You’ve *insulted* me, Mr. Dear. This cannot go unpunished.” *Oh, what a drama king*…

He paused for a second, hovering his hands above Eddie for a moment. Eddie was about to whine, his protests dying in his throat when he saw where those wiggling fingers were heading. His hips were horrible, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it. *Especially* Frank. Oh boy…

“D-Daharlin’ no! Wahahait, lehet’s talk ‘bout thihis! Ya don’t gotta- GYEEAAAH!” Frank let his hands touch down on Eddie’s hips, giving the love handles a firm squeeze. The postman squealed, jolting so hard he almost sent Frank flying. It didn’t deter the entomophile; he only dug in further.

The poor postman was an incoherent mess, sputtering through his loud, boisterous laughter. “F-FRAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHA- IHI’M SAHAHARRY! YEHER KIHIHIHILLIN’ MEHEHE!” He bucked and thrashed, his slick red hair quickly becoming a mussed-up mess. So much for staying sharp…

“Oh, come now. Your hips can’t possibly be *that* ticklish. It’s illogical.” Frank smirked, kneading his partner’s hips and drilling his thumbs into the plush skin. Eddie flailed as he cackled, trying and failing to do anything but sit there and toss his head back with laughter. “Then again, you have always been a bit of an anomaly. I guess southern gentlemen are exempt from that rule.”

The tickle-drunk postman giggled and panted, his belly quivering as he tried to regain his composure. A beautiful red hue decorated his face, pairing wonderfully with his sunset-colored felt. “Ohoho gohosh… Geheez, Mr. Frankly. Thahat was mihighty mean…”

Eddie drummed his legs against the chair, losing his marbles over the tickling. It was so bad! Frank didn’t normally go that far with his tickles, but he definitely was that time.

Eddie’s hand tapped at Frank’s arm, signaling that he really couldn’t handle any more. The lanky puppet immediately stopped, moving to rub his partner’s belly soothingly. He didn’t really need to, but it felt right; plus, his hands were still cold.

Frank huffed, rolling his eyes and snuggling up to Eddie. “Oh, hush. You know you enjoyed it, *dearest*~” He felt his cheeks heat further, the butterflies in his stomach going wild. The man blamed Frank’s insect obsession.

Even though he was tired, he wrapped his arms around Frank and held him close. Any thoughts of moving to the bedroom were gone, the armchair and Frank seeming as comfortable as ever. Eddie sighed, relaxing into the plush fabric and playing with the other puppet’s hair. “Whooo…got me plum tuckered, darlin’. Was there s’posed to be a point to all’a that?”

Frank just shrugged, getting comfortable on his warm “bed” for the night; time had really flown. “It seemed enjoyable, and it absolutely was. Besides, all that laughing warmed you up. Now I’ve got a nice warm bed…” The puppet had no shame, smiling softly and curling up even further.

Eddie huffed at his reasoning; only Frank… He was about to do the same until a fun idea popped into his head. A little retribution would be nice, and his partner *was* still complaining about being cold. Even if he was tired, the red-haired man was ready to give Frank a taste of his own medicine.

Pretending to doze off again, Eddie wrapped his arms around Frank and laid his hands on the bug lover’s sides. Frank thought nothing of it, assuming his dear would be too tired for revenge; oh, how wrong he was. Right as Frank’s eyes closed, Eddie struck. He wiggled his fingers into the gray puppet’s soft sides, using his arms to hold him tight.

Frank squeaked, a pink glow showing on his gray cheeks. “D-dehehearest! Ihi thohohought youhu wehehere tihihired!” The postman just smiled fondly, a gleam of mischief in his warm eyes. “Oh, I am. I reckon some payback’s in order before my nap, don’tcha think?” His tangerine-colored fingers gently scribbled and squeezed along Frank’s sides, pulling giggle after giggle from him.

The butterfly enthusiast flapped his hands, Eddie’s strong arms restricting any other movement. His partner cooed at the stims, granting himself one small kiss to the top of Frank’s head. “Yer adorable, darlin’. Flappin’ your hands like a lil’ butterfly~”

Frank had to resist the urge to melt at the kiss, opting for more fruitless squirming. He tried to keep the gag going, but the puppet *could not* take what he dished out. “M-mihister- daharn it, Eddiehehehe!”

The southern man gasped, a wide smile taking over his features; he’d never had the best poker face. “And you yelled at me and everythin’! Look’it you, callin’ me by my first name. Yer lucky I’m such a nice fella.” Eddie teased each of Frank’s ribs, making the intellectual fellow squeak and squeal. It was so unfairly gentle…

“Dehehearest! Plehehease!” The radiant blush against Frank’s gray felt was honestly adorable to Eddie. He could look at it all day, the lovely sound of his giggles pairing perfectly. However, he knew that the other puppet was tired, and that they could both seriously use a nap. Reluctantly, Eddie slowed to gentle traces, drawing small shapes across Frank’s sides and lower back.

“Ohoho dear…thahank you.” Frank took a few giggly breaths, melting into the gentle touch. “No problem, buggy-boo. Now you get your nap.” The postman kissed his head, adjusting the blanket and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

Frank was out in seconds, the warmth of his partner’s embrace and the slight exhaustion from giggling sending him straight to dreamland. Eddie chuckled fondly as he watched him doze off; it was too cute.

Shifting in the armchair, he closed his eyes, arms still around Frank as he joined the other puppet in a nap. Snow continued to fall outside, the temperature steadily dropping; in the comfort of Eddie’s home, however, the two couldn’t be happier. The perfect end to a cold winter’s day: a tickly cuddle session and nap with a lover.

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lvoryingrid · 5 months

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Healing Flames Chapter 1

Dabi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the tranquil ambiance of the veterinary clinic, the day unfolded with its routine of care and compassion. (Y/N), the dedicated vet with a water-controlling quirk, navigated through the responsibilities of healing both animals and, unknowingly, the wounds of those who sought solace within the small clinic's walls.

Warnings: This is my first fic, so please if you have any ideas to improve let me know <3

Thank you in advance!

As the first rays of sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, caressing the room with a warm and golden glow, (Y/N) stirred in her bed. The soft embrace of her comfortable mattress seemed almost reluctant to release her from its comforting hold. The morning sunlight played a delicate dance on the walls, creating patterns of brightness and shadows that painted the room with a warm serene ambiance. (Y/n), a dedicated veterinarian, lay for a moment in the delicate balance between the dream world and the waking one. The bed, with its warm and inviting softness, beckoned her to linger a bit longer. However, duty called, and she knew that she had to say farewell to her comfortable bed for a while. Reluctantly, she lazily opens one eye to look at the clock on the wall only to notice its only 7am, with a sigh she peeled herself away from the bed's embrace, feeling the cool floor beneath her feet, making her whole body shudder. The morning held a promise of a new day filled with the unique challenges and joys that came with her profession. But before all that she had to get ready for the day to come.

So she heads to the small bathroom, walking up to the sink, the mirror above it reflected her tired but determined gaze, and she met her own (e/c) eyes with a sense of purpose. The routine of getting ready was a familiar dance, a series of movements that transformed the sleepy girl into the capable and compassionate vet ready for whatever the world throws her way. But using her quirk really made this procedure easier. (Y/n) had a water-based quirk, she could control it, it’s temperature and even it’s consistency. She reaches to turn on the faucet, letting the sound of running water fill the room. Cupping her hands, she turned the cold water in her hands hot so she wont freeze and she splashed her face, feeling the refreshing feeling awaken her senses. Drops of water glistened on her skin like morning dew, and with each splash, she could sense the drowsiness of sleep giving way to the vitality of a new morning. Reaching for a her pink fluffy towel, she patted her face dry, revealing a refreshed and determined expression. The morning ritual continued as she moved through the motions of brushing her teeth, the rhythmic swish of the toothbrush a soothing melody to her. As she stood in front of the mirror, her fingers gently grasped the bristles of the hairbrush. The soft morning light streaming through the window accentuated the natural shine of her hair, which cascaded down her shoulders in gentle waves. She observed her reflection, appreciating the subtle transformation that came with each stroke. Her hair, now neatly combed, framed her face in a way that exuded both professionalism and a touch of effortless elegance. She decides that it would be best to hold her (H/C) hair in a bun so it wont be in the way of her work. Having completed her morning routine, she felt a sense of readiness and purpose as she left her small bathroom. Dressed in professional attire she wrapped herself in a cozy winter coat and a knitted scarf, perfect for this cold weather, and made her way to the front door.

On this winter morning, a serene blanket of snow enveloped the world outside, creating a hushed and magical ambiance. (Y/N), stepped out into the cold embrace of the winter season. Her breath formed gentle clouds in the crisp air as she locked the door behind her. The landscape was adorned with a fresh layer of snow, transforming the familiar streets into a pristine wonderland. The sunlight, filtered through the winter clouds, cast a soft, ethereal glow on the surroundings. The world seemed to pause, allowing her to appreciate the beauty of the season before another bustling day at work.

Her boots crunched against the snow-covered pavement as she navigated the winter landscape, each step leaving a temporary imprint on the white canvas beneath her. The morning held a special tranquility, a calm before the storm.

Arriving at the small veterinary clinic, nestled between towering buildings, she felt a sense of warmth and welcome, a stark contrast to the winter chill. The familiar scents and sounds of the room embraced her as she stepped inside. The radiators hummed, providing a comforting heat, and the clinic's windows offered glimpses of the winter scenery outside. Prepared for a day of caring for the little furry patients in need, she shed her winter layers and donned her professional attire. The clinic, though adorned with the charm of winter, was a haven of healing and compassion regardless of the season. If it wasn’t for her quirk she wouldn’t even be here, she thinks to herself, as with a subtle gesture, she summoned water into her hands, its fluid form responding to her every intention. The water became a conduit for her healing abilities, a channel through which she could transfer restoration and vitality.

The soft chime of a message pulled her attention away. Retrieving her phone from her bag, she noticed a familiar name lighting up the screen—Fuyumi, her childhood friend. The text, a gentle daily interruption to her morning routine, carried a sense of warmth and familiarity. ‘Good morning! How's your day shaping up?’ she asks. With a smile (Y/N) starts typing a response ‘Good morning! I’m good, how about you?’ she puts her phone on her desk, as she sets everything up for the day to come, the familiar chime rings once again. ‘I’m good too, Natsuo and I are going to visit mom in the afternoon we were wondering if you could join us today’ A sense of concern washed over her as she read Fuyumi's message about visiting their mom in the hospital. ‘I can’t today, I’m sorry I'm working late at the clinic today’. With a heavy heart, she pressed send. (Y/N) often regarded Rei as a comforting mother figure. Rei's kindness and nurturing nature provided a sense of warmth and stability in (Y/N)'s life. “That poor woman has been through a lot” she sighs as her phone rings once more showing another text from Fuyumi ‘It’s ok ^^ just don’t overwork yourself’ (Y/N) smiles at the text reminiscent of their close friendship.

Suddenly the jingling of the doorbell announced a new arrival, the girl looked up from her desk to see a person holding a small cat carrier. A gentle smile graced her face as she welcomed them into the clinic. "Hello! How can I assist you today?" (Y/N) asked, her eyes shifting to the curious feline peeking out from the carrier. “Good morning! I have an appointment for this little guy. His name is Oliver, he is getting neutered today” the young woman speaks, showing her love for her small companion. “Ah, perfect!” (Y/N), reaches at the pet carrier and writes down the woman’s information. “Everything is in order. We'll make sure the procedure goes smoothly.” she stares at the clock on top of the door and with a smile continues “You can come pick him up around 7pm”. The woman bids her goodbyes to Oliver, and with that (Y/N)’s duties for the day start.

The day was eventful to be sure and the clinic's ambiance shifted to a more serene state as the last appointments concluded. The dimmed lights and the soft hum of medical equipment hinted at the end of another fulfilling day dedicated to the well-being of animals. As the clock struck 9 pm, the clinic gradually quieted down. The day had been filled with various appointments, procedures, and the care that (Y/N) provided to the animal patients. She took a moment to review any remaining tasks, ensuring that everything was in order before closing for the night.

As (Y/n) sets everything up, getting ready for the next day, she hears the familiar chime of the door, indicating that someone entered the clinic. As she turns to greet whoever entered with a polite smile, looking up from her desk, her eyes widen meeting the urgent and sharp gaze of a man who seemed to be in pain, holding his bleeding stomach. “Heal me!”

Masterlist

#dabi #dabi x reader #my hero academia #fanfic #dabi x fem!reader #touya todoroki #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #mha #mha dabi #mha touya #mha todoroki #touya x y/n #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n

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onlyhereforthestories · 1 year

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Mi Ángel De Nieve (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Day 5! We love Ona here so enjoy this

Winter in Manchester was very different to what you were used to, this was your first year experiencing it and snow wasn’t something you were expecting. You had joined Manchester United from Barcelona this summer, finally joining the love of your life in the English city. Ona had been trying to get you to transfer for a couple years now but you had dedicated your life to Barca and wasn’t going to move until they no longer wanted you. That happened this summer with you and a few of the other longer term players like your best friend Leila leaving for new opportunities.

The fact that Leila had moved to the same city was perfect, it was the first time ever that you had your favourite people, your chosen family all in one place. You had played your final game of the calendar year on Saturday against none other than Manchester City, you and Leila facing off for the first time in your careers. The points had been shared and you and the rest of the Spanish girls had gone out for a dinner to celebrate.

You and Ona were wandering back from the restaurant hand in hand when you felt the first cold spot land on you. Looking up at the sky you were shocked to see the small white dots slowly floating down. Snow wasn’t something you ever got to see growing up in north Spain, the temperatures never dropped low enough for the weather to occur so you momentarily paused to take it in.

“What’s up amor?” The small tug at your hand helped focus your attention on the younger woman, her curious gaze staring back at you.

“You’ve been in this country too long. It’s snowing. I don’t see snow.” The realisation that crossed Ona’s face was comical, you laughed at the expression before placing a kiss to her cheek. “Its cold can we go home please.” Ona didn’t hesitate in pulling you along the path as the snow got heavier and heavier, small white specks sticking to the both of you as you got closer to the warmth of home.

Pulling your slightly damp coats off, you and Ona were both relieved to be inside the dry and warm appartment. One was quick to put on the fairy lights strung around the living room in honour of the festive season and you made your way into the kitchen to make each of you a hot chocolate.

By the time you had got the drinks ready and wandered back into the living room Ona had already got changed into comfy clothes and snuggled herself under a fluffy blanket. “What you putting on bebé?” You spoke as you put the hot beverages on the coffee table and as Ona replied you leaned on the arm so you could hover your face over hers.

“I was thinking home alone marathon? You’ve not watch them right?” The glint in her eyes as she spoke about the Christmas films had your insides lighting up. Leaning down that little bit more you pressed a series of kisses to her forehead and cheeks before pulling back.

As the younger woman pouted at you you walked backwards towards your shared bedroom. “Okay load it up I’m just going to get changed.” You turned with a wink in her direction and hurried off to get sweats and a hoodie on.

Walking back in you laughed at the pout still residing on the woman’s face. Pushing her forward and slipping under the blanket with her now in front of you, you pressed a few kisses to her neck which only made her grumble.

“Hey bebé?” When she turned towards you, you didn’t hesitate in capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. One that had the both of you smiling into pretty much as soon as it happened.

“Okay better. Now we can watch the films.” Giggling at the Manchester player you pulled her as close as you could get her and settled in for a night of films.

A few days after this and the snow was here to stay. Another layer had settled overnight and you were even more excited to see it today when you woke up. There was no training and no other responsibilities to be done so you had asked Ona if you could spend the day doing all the things you do with snow.

The days started with breakfast and coffee, the latter essential for Ona to function for the rest of the day. Then you got your winter clothes out of your wardrobe, clothes that until this year were only used to ski in. Making sure all the bits that needed to be tucked in were indeed tucked you trudged out into the complexes garden.

The floor was littered with tiny animal prints from the foxes, cats and maybe even squirrels making their way around. The trees had a perfect amount of snow on them to make them perfect to gaze upon and the sun was slightly shining through so the air wasn’t so cold.

Ona had requested the first thing you do was build a snowman so you had both set about rolling balls in the snow and by the end of it you had a small half body height snow man with little pebble features.

Deciding he was Instagram worthy, you pulled Ona into a three person, well two person and a snowman, selfie and posted it to your stories. Leila's instant reply complaining of being left out had you rolling your eyes. After texting her to come join if she was that fussed you laughed at the instant no you received. The woman screamed hot weather lady and you weren’t the least bit surprised she was not going out.

Just as you put your phone in your pocket you felt the cold snow hit your neck. The shriek you let out would be embarrassing if anyone other than your love heard you. Speaking of said love you turned in the direction the snow came from and was gobsmacked to find Ona doubled over trying to stop her laughter with a hand over her mouth.

“Oh it’s on.” You threw a snowball that she managed to dodge and for the next few minutes you and the brown haired woman ran and threw and giggled in your own little world.

You had just about had enough of the small nimble woman dodging everything so you used the only thing you had over her. Speed. You ran right at her when she was least expecting it and gently tackled her into the snow.

After flopping next to her laughing at the shocked face she had on you took her hand and stared at the sky. “It’s so peaceful. There’s something so pure about snow that it makes you want to lay in it until your body goes numb because of the cold.”

Ona just listened to you speak. She would never tire of listening to your soft inner thoughts. After a period of quiet you stood up only to look down at her, eyes closed and smile of her face Ona started moving her arms and legs. You stepped back to give her some room and pulled out your phone to video what she was up to. After a few moments you stopped just before she did and subsequently stood up.

You took a quick photo of her looking down at her work just at the right time. Her shadow from the setting sun was perfectly in the place her body had just been. The angel wings she created spreading out from her shadows body.

You captioned the photo ‘I always knew she had the soul of an angel. Here’s your proof.’

Ona wouldn’t see that photo till after you had drifted off behind her on the sofa later that evening and the new nickname of mi ángel you had developed tonight all made sense.

#ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year

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Hey I think your entrys are awesome!! Maybe give us a small scenario with Masky x fem!reader during winter season? Like what would they do, pls 🙏

Aaaa ty! 😭

Thanks for requesting!

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Winter with masky

Masky hates the winter

It's his least favorite season

But lucky for you, masky gets really cuddly around this time of year

And hairer

He usually ends up growing a beard during winter, and he gets bigger too

He's also really warm, so its basically just like cuddling a huge bear

He's happy that you're happy, but he seriously can't wait for this icey death to be over

Masky also has this special jacket that he saves specifically for winter

It's like a 3xl, so its big, and it's fluffy

Steal it

Steal it now

You won't regret it

Masky likes to make hot chocolate a lot

And we aren't just talking regular hot chocolate, we're talking Flanders style hot chocolate

With the whipped cream and cinnamon and toasted marshmallow with chocolate shavings on top

It's truly heaven on earth

Christmas movie marathons happen, not just with masky, but all over the mansion

He likes to drag you with him to watch the movies, and cuddle up together, a blanket tossed over your bodies and your hands intertwined, keeping each other warm

And don't even get him started on all of the holidays

There are creeps that celebrate all sorts of things this time of year, so December is usually a pretty lively month around the mansion

And now, I give you a winter scenario with Tim <3

Scenario

"Hoonneeeyyy" your sweet voice sings. "Wake uuupp!" It's snowed 4 feet last night, meaning it's a snow day! No work for anybody, and you want to take advantage of this. Tim, however, does not seem like he wants to be up so early. He grumbles and cuddles into your chest, wrapping his big arms around your waist. "Mmh....five more minutes." He mutters, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder. You ruffle up his hair and giggle. "No way! We only have 24 hours to enjoy this day!"

He grumbles once more and sighs, laying still for another moment before sitting up and stretching. "All right, all right. I'm up." He says with a yawn. You smile and rush to get up as well, getting undressed from your sweatpants and some band t-shirt you stole from Tim, and instead getting bundled up into some warm snow clothes. Once Tim gets himself ready, you grab his hand and drag him all the way down the stairs and into the snow.

You immediately begin making snow angels and throwing snowballs at the others who have come outside, while Tim simply stands on the porch and smokes. "Come on, you can't just smoke all day silly!" You call over to him. "Sure I can! At least I won't catch a cold like you!" He calls back with a hearty chuckle.

Once the fun festivities are over, you are sad to find that some snow did in fact, seep into your underlayer of clothes, and you did in fact, catch a cold.

Tim takes care of you, yes, but that is another story for another time <3333

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alwritey-aphrodite · 5 months

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First Snowfall with OTTR Leto please 😁☃️❄️

2023 Holiday Blurbs

When you take your first glance out of the large, clear windows by baggage claim, you let out a squeal that’s entirely inappropriate for an airport. Leto, trailing close behind you with your bags, stutters to a stop, eagle eyes scanning the room before landing on the view of the outside.

“Jesus Christ,” he scoffs, shaking his head as he catches sight of the fat, fluffy snowflakes falling to the ground. It wasn’t that you’ve never seen snow before, or that you weren’t aware of all the troubles it causes, but it’s been so long since you’ve had the stereotypical wintery Christmas, even the sight of snow makes you feel like a kid again.

“Isn’t it so pretty, though?” You ask, a dreamy quality taking over your voice, unable to take your eyes off the scene outside as if you’re in a trance. While you see a winter wonderland, Leto sees traffic jams and shoveling and curses turning to clouds in the air.

“C’mon, we gotta get the car, the snow’ll still be here when we leave,” he stalks off towards the rental cars, leaving you no choice but to follow behind.

He’s not being cruel, at least not on purpose, and you know he’s just stressed about what the next few weeks will bring, with you and his mother and his sisters and their families all under one roof. Families are stressful enough, but now he has to navigate out of the airport during the beginnings of a blizzard, and you’re entirely no help, too enthralled with the flakes falling against the windshield to pay attention to anything else.

The drive takes longer than it should, Leto cursing up a storm the entire time, despite the warm hand he rests on your knee.

“As soon as it snows, everyone forgets how to fucking drive,” he mutters, as if he’s driven through the snow often in Southern California. Still, you make it to his mother’s house safely, a bright white blanket of snow on the crowd and more continuing to fall in thick flakes.

Leto bustles you inside, refusing to let you help with the bags or the door, even as he struggles to do it all and the snow turns his curls white. Eventually he gets the door open and you’re met with more warmth than you think you’ve ever felt, and Leto gestures you inside with a hand on your back, following close behind you and slamming the door with a curse.

“Just because you don’t live here anymore doesn’t mean you get to slam my doors,” Leto’s mother is ready with the scolding as soon as she turns the corner, even as she beams at the sight of her son and all but rushes forward to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“I’ve gotta get the rest of the the stuff outta the car, didn’t wanna let the snow in,” he gives his mom a kiss on the cheek before turning back out to the cold, and you have to suppress a giggle at the way his accent becomes more prominent, even after just an hour back home.

“You kids are lucky, first snow of the season,” his mother says as you slip off your shoes and coat, ignoring your bags as she leads you into the kitchen to meet the rest of the family. Sure, you could probably be more helpful, but Leto’s sisters are pouring you a warm drink and laughing about making him shovel later, and the kitchen is glowing golden and the entire world seems quiet and you’re content with never going anywhere again.

And, even as disgruntled and frustrated and freezing he is, Leto can’t help the smile that overtakes his face when he sees you surrounded by his family, laughing like you‘ve never been happier. Maybe the snow isn’t so bad, not if he gets to see you like this.

#duke leto atreides #duke leto x reader #duke leto x you #ottr leto #dune movie #dune fanfiction #dune 2021

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A Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: false positive pregnancy test, unable to have children, depression, sexual themes, puking

Word count: 3473

A/N: I wanted to write something so sweet, it rots your teeth. So, yes, it’s very fluffy but it’s also angsty. I described the bunker bathroom as well as I could and tried to remember who was still alive towards kinda the end of the series (last season I watched was 12 I think and don’t really remember anything) so if I get something wrong, I apologize. Please read at your own discretion.

The smell of coffee wafts through the air of the bunker. The aroma reaches (y/n)’s bedroom, waking her. Stretching, she lets out a loud yawn. The cold air nips at her skin as she pushes the thick blankets away. As the goosebumps rise on her body, she makes her way out of the bedroom.

Her nose picked up the smell of pancakes and bacon making her mouth water. Pancakes were always her favorite breakfast food growing up and still are. She reached the kitchen to see Jack shoving food into his mouth. Sam sat on the other side of the table drinking coffee while talking to Cas who sat next to him but across the Nephilim. Dean stood at the stove whistling AC/DC. She smiles at the sight as she walks in.

(Y/n) ruffles Jack’s hair. He looked up and grinned happily before paying attention back to his breakfast. She kisses Sam’s and Cas’s heads before making her way to her husband. She wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head on his back. Dean adoringly smiles and lightly sways side to side as he finishes cooking. He switches the stove off and sets the remaining pancakes and bacon with the rest of the food.

She loosens her grip letting him turn around. Her hands rest on his waist as his hands cup her soft, rosy cheeks. “Morning.”

“Morning,” Dean replied and kisses her. “Go sit. I’ll make you a plate.”

She sits next to Jack who was still shoving food into his mouth; the plate was almost empty. “Slow down, kid. Before you choke.”

He smiles with a mouth full of pancakes. She lets out a laugh. He reminded her of Dean. Always shoving food down their throats whenever they eat. As if they never had food before. Her attention breaks as a plate set down in front of her. Dean sits down next to her with his plate.

While (y/n) ate, she tried not to show any signs of breaking down. It was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year. She knew she needed to be joyful: elated even. But there was something trying to hold not only her back to enjoy the holidays this year but also Dean.

For five years, Dean and (y/n) spent as much time as they could trying for a baby. They felt ready. Not that they wanted to bring a child into this monster-hunting world but didn’t want to let that rob them of their deserved joy. The only concern, she wasn’t getting pregnant. Each and every test she took never once showed two lines.

She lost count of how many doctors she has been to. They all have said the same thing. “I can’t find anything wrong.” She then would leave and sob in her car before returning to Sam and Dean. She would wait for Dean to fall asleep before silently crying herself to sleep. To make sure no one noticed her blood-red eyes and swollen face, she’d wake up before anyone else (other than the angel who never sleeps) or stay clear of anyone until her face went back to normal. Dean felt angry. Not at her or himself, but at the problem of not being able to get pregnant.

Dean gently cupped her soft cheek, breaking the woman from her thoughts. She smiled showing him she's okay. He then took their plates to wash them. Sam, Castiel, and Jack were already gone, she noticed. Standing, she said, “I’m going to shower.” And with that, she left without waiting for a reply.

Grabbing a simple outfit consisting of a pair of black underwear, black leggings, and a red long-sleeve sweater. The bathroom was only a few doors down from their shared bedroom. It was kept stocked with bathroom essentials like shampoo and conditioner, soap and towels, and so on. There stood three showers next to each other with curtains for privacy. Sinks sat across the room. On the right side of the room when you first walk in were toilets; a wall sitting in between the toilets and the showers.

She sat her clothes on the bench to the left of the door and gently closed it. She undressed, dropping her current outfit on the floor in front of the bench. She made her way over to the shower ready to be enveloped in its warmth. The steam of the hot water fills the bathroom as she steps into the second shower stall, closing the curtain. She stood under the water letting it warm her cold body. The warmth of it closed its arms around her in comfort.

Once she was finished showering and dressing, she took care of the dirty laundry. She was thankful for a large laundry room. She was so used to a small one growing up. Her legs carried her back into the kitchen. After showering, the woman decided she needed coffee just to get through today. She still has a few gifts for Jack to wrap. Tonight, as a tradition she always did as a child and once she moved in with Sam, Dean, and Cas, they will open one gift each.

She bought Dean the full eight seasons of Game of Thrones (let's pretend the last couple of seasons weren’t shitty). Ever since he, Charlie, and Sam watched it together, he's been wanting all the seasons. Dean and Charlie finished the series before Charlie’s passing as Sam read the books. Dean was too impatient to wait for his brother to finish the books so he went on watching the show.

Sam, which she was more excited to give him his gifts tonight than anyone else, will get the first editions of The Lord Of The Rings trilogy signed by the author. Sam was into collecting first editions of books. He already owns quite a few but doesn’t have The Lord Of The Ring's first editions yet. She knew it was one of the few favorite books he loved growing up.

Castiel was difficult. But, an idea came to mind when she was doing everyone’s laundry. What is one thing each and every Winchester owns? A flannel. And she had the perfect one in mind. It may just be a shirt to some people but it meant a lot to her. All the years she's known Sam and Dean, she rarely ever saw them without flannels. It was like symbolism for the Winchesters. All Winchesters owned one. Before she married Dean, he and Sam gifted her one. And now, she wanted to give Cas one. Cas is an honorary Winchester.

Now Jack was easy. Anything and everything fascinated him. One thing he is really into, thanks to Sam, is Star Wars. So she bought all the seasons that also came with deleted scenes, interviews with the cast, and a poster with all the characters on it. She wanted to give him a lightsaber but didn’t think that would turn out well. Not because of Jack, but because she had a feeling that Dean would take it to play with it and break something. Like he did one day with a sword that hung on the wall of the library. That’s another story.

Dean was still in the kitchen sipping from his mug while on his phone. She went to stand next to him and grabbed a cup from the cabinet. As she poured herself some coffee, she could feel how tense it was between them. She felt what was going on between them was her fault as Dean felt like it was his. Neither of them told the other. As the months went on these last few years, they slowly shied away from each other, unsure of how to handle not being able to have a child.

She sighs into her cup, feeling like she should say something. Before she could get a word out, he spoke, “it’s not your fault, (y/n).”

She turned her head to look at him. “It’s not your’s either, Dean.”

He grabbed her mug and set it down along with his and his phone. Dean gently pulled her body into his, wrapping his arms around her. Her arms wrap around his waist, tears forming in her eyes. Dean’s shirt soaks up the falling tears. The pain from not being able to have a child sticks with you for many, many years. The one thing they both fear is having to deal with what comes along with the pain. But they both know they have each other.

Dean pulls away, his hands reaching for her cheeks as he wipes her tears. “Come on. We still have wrapping and cooking to do. Jody and the girls will be here soon. Unfortunately, Crowley and Rowena. Remind me why we invited them?”

(Y/n) giggles as she looks up at her husband. “He’s been in our lives for so long. He has helped us so much and even saved us who knows how many times. Crowley has done a lot for us. I think we should show him some appreciation. Plus, he’ll love what I got him. Same with Rowena even though I’m still a little suspicious of her.”

He lets his arms fall from her face and to picking up their mugs handing her cup back. She took a sip before answering, “I got Crowley the Vanora Black Whiskey Collection-” Dean raised a hand as he opened his mouth to speak but she cuts him off- “Don’t ask how I got it. You don’t want to know. Rowena, I got her a necklace from an auction years ago. I thought it would be perfect for her than me since I’m not a witch. It’s a Victorian Cabochon necklace.”

“So, what did you get me?”

She seductively smiles and grips his shirt. Standing on her toes, her voice smooth and low, “You really want to know?”

He nods as his heart rate starts to pick up and throbbing appears down below. His hand tightly held onto his cup, trying his hardest not to break it. She kissed his neck before whispering into his ear again, “I’m not telling you.” And with that, she walks out of the kitchen with a grin on her face as she sips her drink as Dean stands there sexually frustrated.

* * * * *

It was later in the evening just as (y/n) was done making pies from scratch. She had made two pumpkin pies, two apples (one for ‘I don’t share my pie’ Dean) a turtle pecan, a banana cream pie, and one chocolate raspberry. In between baking pies, she made pitchers of eggnog. One with bourbon for the adults and one alcohol-free for Jack since she doesn’t quite trust him with an ounce of alcohol yet. Jody, Claire, and Alex had arrived hours ago. Jody and Alex had come into the kitchen and helped make snickerdoodle cookies and Christmas-shaped sugar cookies while (y/n) worked on the pie.

When Jody walked in, (y/n) hands were kneading the dough as the older woman gave her a hug. “Hey, (y/n).”

“Hey,” she looked at her, a happy grin appearing on her face. “How have you and the girls been?”

“Good. Claire has been hunting and Alex is loving being a nurse.” She replies. Leaning against the counter. “Hey, why isn’t Dean in here helping you?”

“Have you met him? We won’t even be able to get anything done. We’ll just end up throwing flour at each other.” They both laugh knowing she’s right just as Alex walks in.

“Hey,” (y/n) smiles at her. “Wanna help?”

“Sure.” Alex smiles back as she and Jody get to work.

Here everyone was, even Crowley and Rowena, in the middle of the library seated at a table. Everyone was happy, grinning, and laughing and that makes her heart swell. Right here in this very room was her family. People who care and love her. Jody was like a mother to her and the boys. Since the moment they met, Jody knew (y/n) was a good person and instantly took a liking to her unlike she has with lots of people. Sam was like her brother. It took a while for the two to trust each other and once they have, a close bond grew.

When she first met Castiel, she, Sam, and Dean were in a motel for a hunt. She was researching while sitting on one of the motel beds when Cas randomly popped in. She freaked and ended up falling off of it. Sam and Dean were laughing their asses off while Cas just stood there. It wasn’t funny then but thinking back now, it’s pretty hilarious. Soon after learning that demons and angels are actually real and seeing Cas struggle to understand humans, she offered him a deal. She teaches him about human life if he teaches her about angels.

She signaled Dean with her finger to follow her and the two snuck down the hall and into the room where she kept the gifts hidden. They both could hear laughing the further they walked down the hall. That made her smile. They reached the very last door. It was filled with only the presents everyone was going to open tonight. The rest sat under the tree. She was really excited to give everyone their gifts. She couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces. Later tonight though, when everyone went to their respective rooms, Dean will be given an extra gift. She has a hidden box under the bed on her side. Something she will be putting on later when they are alone. Her heart started pounding with the excitement of what was to come tonight.

After grabbing the gifts and making their way back to the others, Jack notices the two coming in. A big smile appears on his face as his eyes light up. He points over at them and everyone else looks over, surprised. Cheers went around the room as the married couple handed out the presents. Jack couldn’t sit still in his seat as he waited for his gift. (Y/N) giggled at him as she handed it over. Sam, Dean, and Cas knew they would be getting gifts the day of Christmas Eve. Nobody, not even Jack who is new to this world, knew they were getting anything tonight.

Most of all, (y/n) didn’t know she was getting anything to open. She never has after meeting the Winchesters, which she was fine with. Claire had left the room and came back with a small red-wrapped box and set it down in front of her. She looked at everyone, confusion written all over her face. “What’s this?”

“It’s for you,” Sam starts. “With the help of Jody” -who was watching both Sam and Dean- “we realized that we never once got you something to open on Christmas Eve. So, we all decided to chip in and might’ve gotten the perfect thing. Open it.”

She smiles in appreciation and rips the wrapping off to reveal a rectangular, burgundy velvet box. She carefully opened it revealing a silver bracelet with different-shaped charms. The first charm was a stack of books representing Sam. Next to it hung a pie. Which obviously was Dean. The next two were a pair of angel wings, Castiel, and a nougat bar, Jack, that made her laugh. Jack does love nougat. The last two were a triangle intertwined with a heart representing Jody and the girls and the anti-possession tattoo with wings. The last one made her tear up. It represented the Winchesters. And everyone in this room is and always will be a Winchester.

Dean came over and helped her put it on. She admired the bracelet as she twirled her wrist around. “Thank you, everyone. I love it.”

The night went on. One gift at a time was opened as (y/n) captured it on her phone. Dean was excited to watch GOT and Sam, who usually never shows his excitement, was smiling ear to ear. She knew he was gonna be staying up reading. The second Jack opened his present, his eyes lit up in excitement. He said thank you and went back to staring at his gift with the biggest grin. When Crowley opened his present, he tried to keep his face neutral but eventually gave up and smiled.

Rowena even gave (y/n) a hug and left. Rowena wasn’t actually too bad anymore. Surprisingly, she’s been trying to redeem herself as a mother and as a person for months now. She’s, also, has gone to (Y/n) for advice on how to be a decent person. She trusted the witch enough to not make any mistakes using the necklace. We’ll see how that goes. Claire and Alex loved what they got. (Y/n) thought, like a lot of hunters, Claire could use a journal. It was a dark brown leatherbound journal.

Alex had gotten into the show Grey’s Anatomy. So, she got a nursing uniform with the heartbeat logo on the left side of the shirt. And Jody, since Dean broke the last one and refuses to admit it, got a new gun. Lastly, Cas. He opened his gift for once without saying something about why wrap gifts if it’s going to be torn off anyway. He rolled out the blue and white flannel shirt and immediately smiled. She knew he understood the importance of the shirt. “Thank you.”

After opening gifts and finishing drinks, Crowley left and everybody else went to bed, except for Dean and (y/n). They stayed up to clean. She stood at the sink washing as he stood next to her drying. “Can you finish up for me?” she asked. Dean nodded and took over her spot as she dried her hands and left the room. She kept her pace normal when leaving the kitchen but bolted for the bedroom the second she was out of sight. The woman knew she didn’t have much time if she was gonna surprise her husband. She quietly shut the bedroom door and grabbed the box out from under the bed.

Giddy, she took off the lid and took out the contents, laying them neatly on the bed. She tore off her clothes and changed into the ones on the bed. Dean was gonna love this. She dabbed perfume, the one Dean really loves, on her wrists and neck. In the tall mirror that sat on the right side of the room, she checked to make sure her outfit was right and fixed her hair. Her heart started pounding as she thought of what Dean was gonna do to her tonight.

The second she heard Dean making his way to the room, she set the box on the floor and lay on the bed. Thoughts about being unable to have a child made their way into her mind. Pushing them back, she waited for him to arrive. When he did, he lowly whistled as he raked his eyes over her red-clad lingerie-covered body. He shut the door and locked it. “This is a nice surprise.”

“You like?” she seductively asks.

“I love.” And with that, they had a busy, busy night.

* * * * *

It was nearing the end of the month when (y/n) rushed out of bed and into the bathroom. The contents she ate the night before landing in the bowl of the toilet. After a few minutes when she felt like she was done, she brushed her teeth and headed for the door. But a strong feeling stopped her from leaving the bathroom.

She turns around, her eyes landing on the bathroom cabinet. She headed to it and opened it up and looked until she found what she needed. A box of pregnancy tests. (Y/n) grabbed a test out of the box and locks the bathroom door.

After three minutes of sitting on the floor back against the wall and with the stick in her hands, two vibrant pink lines show. Her heart raced as excitement and joy filled her body. Tears of happiness fell down her face. She quickly stood from the floor and runs out of the room and into her’s and Dean’s bedroom.

(Y/n) jumps on the bed waking Dean up. When he saw the tears running down her face, he quickly sat up taking her face gently into his hands. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

She wiped her face before smiling. She felt speechless but in a good way. Instead of saying something, she handed him the test. She watched as his face went from confusion to utter and complete happiness. Dean wrapped his arms around her as she did the same to him.

Neither couldn’t believe this was happening. This was a definition of a Christmas miracle.

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Hi there! I’ve been sick all week. Do you think you could write a soft and fluffy prompt in which Michael is sick and Victoria takes care of him?🥺

Aaaaah, me too, anon! 😭😭 It’s flu season and I absolutely hate it. I hope you feel and get better soon!! ❤ I actually want to incorporate a sick Michael/Victoria comforting and caring for him type fluff in the actual fic sometime soon, so I absolutely LOVE this prompt idea already! 🥺🤗

“You were a most generous host tonight, Mr. Corleone,” you can’t help but giggle to yourself at the annoyed expression crossing over Michael’s face.

“Indeed I was,” Michael replies back sarcastically, ruffling a towel through his damp hair. “Hosting two holiday parties within days of each other, of course… What’s there to expect?”

Sitting up on the bed with your black, satin nightrobe wrapped around you, you gaze up at your husband with a smile over your lips. “Mm, you seemed to enjoy it more last year.”

“Last year all of my business partners didn’t ask me for investment support and question me incessantly about our shareholders in what’s supposed to be a holiday celebration.” Michael rolls his eyes, walking from the foot of the bed back towards the bathroom. “It’s completely unprofessional.”

Semi distracted by the sight of Michael in a white beater and grey briefs, you watch as Michael sets the damp towel in the laundry bin, turning to face you by the doorway. “And you’ll have to forgive me, darling.”

“Forgive you?” You blush, attempting to ignore just how turned on you are from the way Michael looks at you.

“For all those meetings and having to go back and forth to my office.” Michael clarifies, approaching you once more. “I wanted to spend time with my family and colleagues only. It was out of control.”

“But unavoidable.” You tell him, feeling your cheeks sting with blush as Michael takes both of your hands in his, kissing them.

“You understand me.” Michael murmurs softly over your knuckles. “Mm, I love you.”

“I love you more.” You kneel up on the bed, stealing a kiss from Michael’s lips before moving your arms up to his shoulders. “Now come here before your champagne gets warm.”

Michael chuckles quietly, letting his fingers linger over your hands for as long as he can as Michael moves to his side of the bed, sitting next to you. “At least we can enjoy a drink in peace and privacy.”

“Oh, we can definitely toast to that too.” You tilt your head back, laughing as you pick up your champagne flute. “Here’s to peace, privacy, and prosperity all throughout the new year. Cheers!”

“Cheers.” Michael clinks his champagne flute with you as both of you take a sip, savoring the taste of the bubbling liquid over your tongue.

You snuggle up to Michael’s arm, inching the duvet and blankets over the two of you. “Just perfect.”

“Little less flashy now without the fireworks, but it’ll do.” Michael swallows his champagne, leaning over to peck your lips.

You kiss back, clutching the champagne glass in your hand. “Don’t tell me you prefer it that way.”

“I prefer whatever you prefer.” Michael laces his free hand with yours. “Anything with you.”

A blushing, flustered mess, you continue to enjoy your champagne and soft conversation with Michael throughout the late evening hours until 3AM before the two of you decide to call it a night—ready to sleep off the exhaustion of tonight’s New Year’s Eve party.

Tossing, turning and snuggling up to Michael’s side every now and then throughout the night, you’re facing the opposite side and fast asleep on your side when Michael—whose asleep on his back—begins to slowly feel discomfort grow inside of him.

Nothing to blame the late night party’s festivities or champagne, but rather a discomfort that seeps throughout the entirety of his body in a strange wave of heat.

Although the window is slightly pulled open to let in a little bit of cool air, the bedroom remains at a regular temperature—neither hot nor cold for comfortable sleep but Michael can no longer tell.

Stirring from his sleep, Michael momentarily thinks to himself he may be coming down with a fever but to him, his body doesn’t feel hot nor does he feel any feverish symptoms at the moment.

Instead, Michael feels as if he’s boiling in bed despite only having the duvet over him and in his briefs and a beater.

Michael slowly blinks his eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling with half open, lazy eyes as his body continues to feel as if it’s overheating.

Michael grunt softly, turning over to his side as he lets out a deep breath. Still in discomfort due to a fever beginning to slowly settle in him, Michael only pushes aside the duvet a bit further off his body before attempting to ignore the feeling altogether.

Assuming it’s just the untold exhaustion he’s felt all day, Michael can’t help but sleep in discomfort throughout the night; he feels as if he’s awake although his eyes are closed and his mind beckons for sleep.

With Michael’s regular sleep schedule, he almost always wakes up at the same time every morning on his days off—9:00 AM and wakes you with him. However, when the clock hits 9:00 AM, it’s you who awakens first.

You rub at your eyes, beginning to slowly sit up in bed and expecting Michael to do so with you as usual.

You glance over sleepily next to you and see Michael still sleeping soundly, despite the alarm having gone off on your nightstand a few seconds ago.

You smile lazily to yourself, thinking nothing of it and remembering just how mentally and physically Michael was all last night.

At the same time, you know Michael may get a few more minutes here and there to rest, but he’s not over one to sleep in regardless of how much time he has.

Getting off the bed, you put on your slippers and head into the bathroom to wash up and get ready for the day, but Michael continues to sleep.

Michael feels completely weak from head to toe; a lingering headache, fatigue, heavy body aches and heavy discomfort keep him in bed but in an uncomfortable type of sleep.

Michael heard the alarm this morning loud and clear just as he heard you get up, but Michael absolutely has no strength to pull himself out of bed.

It takes all of Michael’s will power and remaining strength to flip over from his side facing away from you and onto his back and it’s then that you hear a pained groan come out from your husband.

You set your hair brush down, raising a curious brow as you step out of the bathroom and peek back at Michael.

Michael can barely keep his eyes open, feeling even his eyelids grow weary and ache tenderly as the rest of his body does. He lets out a shaky sigh and you notice his body tremble a little from shivering.

“Baby?” You call out, beginning to cautiously approach Michael on the bed.

“Vic—” Michael coughs out, attempting to sit up in bed. “What time is it? Urgh.” Michael does his best to completely hide his fatigue and discomfort from you, but it’s all too telling to you.

“You’re shivering.” You murmur, your tone of voice concerned as you place your head over Michael’s forehead—your eyes growing wide. “Baby, you have a fever.”

“What?” Michael mutters, breathing shallowly. “A fever?”

Frowning, you quickly pull the duvet off of Michael only to have him resist and tug it back on him. “No, baby, I’m fine. Here… I’m just a little cold—”

“Overheating, more like!” You pout, quick to snatch the duvet off Michael. “You have a fever, Michael. You’re burning up.” You rest the back of your hand against Michael’s forehead again, feeling his hot skin burning back against your hand. “Oh, baby.”

“How the hell—” Michael attempts to prop himself up on his elbows to sit up, but you gently coax him down by placing your hand over his chest.

“No, no, no. Baby, no. Look at you! No, lay down, please.” You squeeze his hand, using your free one to move the duvet down to his waist. “And don’t think about getting up! A fever first thing in the morning—”

“The l-last thing I needed.” Michael grumbles to himself, closing his eyes. “Everything’s aching. I can—” Michael lets out another deep, shaky breath, “barely keep my own eyes open. God, it actually hurts.”

Your eyes quickly dart over Michael as you rush back over to the bathroom. “Don’t move a muscle! I want you resting on that bed, I know the flu when I see it.”

“Flu…” Michael repeats to himself, swallowing hard. “After last night…?”

“That could be the case.” You quickly grab a small, plastic washbowl—filling it with ice cold water from the tap before soaking a clean cloth in it. “It’s flu season after all, baby, and you were around so many people yesterday.”

“Still…” Michael forces his eyes open as he watches you approach him hectically with the plastic bowl.

“How did you sleep last night?” You ask, quickly setting the bowl on the nightstand and submerging the cloth in it again. “Did you feel achy, fatigued, or hot?”

“A bit of all, but…” Michael groans softly to himself, “mostly hot. Very hot, as if I was sweating, and…” Michael’s voice trails off—his interest peaking as he watches you squeeze out a little bit of excess moisture from the cloth before placing it gently over his forehead. “And you…”

“I feel fine, baby.” You squeeze Michael’s hand, frowning. “Don’t worry about me at all. All I want to do is get this fever down as soon as possible.”

“You won’t for long if you say I have the flu.” Michael coughs quietly, beginning to enjoy how soothing the cold cloth feels over his forehead. “It’s a cold, perhaps…”

“With body aches and a fever?” You softly press down on the towel, making sure it covers Michael’s forehead. “Mm, it’s never as simple as just a cold with your sinuses.” You glance at Michael’s nose. “How are they? Can you breathe okay?”

“Just fine, yes.” Michael answers, “but my throat—”

“It’s sore?” You pout, insistent for answers like a doctor recording symptoms.

“Not really,” Michael breathes, “it feels tender every time I swallow and my ears…” He squeezes his eyes shut, groaning again. “My hearing. It’s like I’m underwater.”

“Thank God Dr. Katherine is at the estate today.” You sigh quietly in relief, taking the cloth off Michael’s head to re-soak it again in the cold water. “You’ll need medication as soon as possible otherwise your symptoms are going to worsen and I—” You place the soaked cloth back over Michael’s forehead. “Need that fever down—”

“Dr. Corleone.” Michael murmurs jokingly, watching as you take his empty water glass on the night stand and rush back over to the bathroom.

“Something like that,” you giggle to yourself, filling up the glass with cold water before opening the medicine cabinet behind the mirror. “Until I get a real doctor up here., at least. Let me see… Ooh, okay.” You grab a glass thermometer, going back into the bedroom.

“It’s freezing in here.” Michael shudders, beginning to breathe out of his mouth.

“It’s quite warm, baby. It’s your fever, oh—” Almost on the verge of tears, you press down the cold cloth and set the thermometer and water down on the nightstand before you grab your own pillow. “Here, okay. I’m gonna get this right up under your pillow for more support and…” You put your pillow underneath Michael’s, supporting his head. “There. Drink please, baby.” You hand Michael the glass of water.

Weakly taking it from you, Michael drinks down half of the glass of water before practically collapsing back on the pillow. “W-wouldn’t have expected it to be half as bad.”

“I can’t even remember the last time you had the flu, let alone a cold.” Completely worried, you gently coax the thermometer into Michael’s mouth. “I need to get your fever down first. God, I hope it’s not too high.”

Even Michael’s lips ache along with the rest of his body—having barely any energy to keep the thermometer in. “Baby…”

“Shhh, it’s alright, baby. Let me see…” You take the thermometer out from between Michael’s lips, only feeling slight relief reading the number. “It’s 101. I hope that’s gone down even just a tiny bit, but…” Setting the thermometer aside, you soak the cloth once again in cold water, this time gently caressing all over Michael’s face with it to cool him down.

“I’m appreciative… Baby…” Michael whispers out, losing strength in his voice from his sore throat.

“I love you and I’m not going anywhere until I know that fever is gone and you’re medicated. I promise, baby. Just rest for now, okay?” You give Michael’s cheek a gentle kiss, reaching over to the telephone by the night stand. “I’m gonna call Dr. Katherine in to get you everything.” You begin to dial Dr. Katherine’s number to her living quarters on the compound. “Something for your throat, your fever of course and also—oh! Dr. Katherine, good morning!”

Michael closes his eyes, breathing in and out deeply. His eyelids feel ten times as heavy just as the rest of his body seems to be weighing him down to the bed.

Michael can’t even imagine trying to stand and get out of bed in this state, giving up.

When Dr. Katherine arrives, she does so with medication for Michael’s fever, cough drops and syrup for Michael’s throat and light coughing both of you figure will only get worse without immediate and consistent treatment, medication for Michael’s sinus and painkillers for his body ache.

Dr. Katherine administers none of the medication but takes note of Michael’s symptoms and state in her notes before leaving you two in privacy with everything she could think of to bring to fight off the flu.

“Lots and lots of rest, just as Dr. Katherine said.” You whisper to Michael as he swallows down a painkiller; his fever almost completely passed.

“Mm.” Michael croaks out weakly as you take the glass for him, exchanging it with sinus medication. “The aching… It’s honestly unbearable.”

“I know baby, I know.” You pat the cold cloth over Michael’s head cautiously, watching as he takes his medicine. “I hope the medication will kick in fast enough, although as Dr. Katherine said it’s going to make you drowsy.”

“Great.” Michael sniffles, swallowing down the bitter cough syrup.

“It’ll help you sleep, baby. Rest is going to be the only medication helping us out of this.” You take the sinus medication next—a nasal spray for Michael’s stuffy nose.

“Us...” Michael sniffs up the nasal spray, breathing in and out deeply.

“You and me, baby.” You unwrap a cough drop in the palm of your hand. “Like I said, I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re doing better. I’m going to take care of you for as long as it takes—nothing less.”

“I’m going to bring your breakfast up here, okay?” You hold both of Michael’s hands in yours. “Dr. Katherine said the medication should begin to take effect in less than half an hour. I’ll make you some soup in the afternoon and honey-lemon tea with ginger that I want you to drink as much of today as possible.”

Michael weakly squeezes your hand and in his weakened state, you can still see the appreciation and gratitude in your husband’s watery eyes.

#GODFATHER AU #PROMPTS #MICHAEL CORLEONE #MICHAEL CORLEONE X READER #MICHAEL CORLEONE FANFIC #MOTH TO FLAME FIC #MOTH TO FLAME FANFIC #MICHAEL CORLEONE X OC #GODFATHER X READER #CANON

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btsmosphere · 2 years

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autumn with: namjoon

~pairing: namjoon x reader ~word count: 1.7k (bullet fic) ~genre: established relationship, non-idol au, all fluff, baby! ~rating: g (no warnings :))

a glimpse into a fluffy autumn season with namjoon by your side💜

big thank you to @casuallyimagining for lending her time to help out with this!!

autumn with: masterlist

“What are you reading?”

That was how it all started

It had been fall then, too

You had never suspected what the clumsy man with the thick glasses and the bike would become to you when he rode up to the campus café

It was autumn, the trees picking their own colours and the sun hanging low in the sky earlier than it used to

The cold wind would surely make you regret walking home late, but you weren’t about to give up your spot

See, you had snagged a window table

Life was good

Yes, you were ‘working’ but a spot of people watching wasn’t too much distraction

Anyway, this is how you saw Namjoon riding up and locking his bike to a lamppost

It took him several tries but you did your best not to laugh at the poor guy

By the time he was in, through the queue and finally united with coffee, he had left your mind already

Until a person stopped opposite you, making you look up

He stood in front of your table, shifting awkwardly and took one more apologetic glance around the crowded café, as if to demonstrate

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

You weren’t going to say no anyway, but when he gave a small smile and flashed a dimple, you wouldn’t have stood a chance

For a while, you were quiet and got on with your own stuff

Then

“What are you reading?”

You looked up from your book to find him looking at you, eagerly interested, if not a little shy

From there, it felt natural

His interest was heartwarming and you easily told him about the story, not worried about rambling on – which you most certainly did

But then he responded in kind, asking questions and talking about his own book

Before either of you realised, an afternoon had passed

And yet, you didn’t want to say goodbye

That first meeting led to a date, which led to a date, which led to…

Well

“Isn’t it bedtime, sweetheart?”

Your boyfriend’s chest vibrates with his chuckle

You’re curled into him, head resting on his chest and fully absorbed in your book, which you hold in the arm resting against his thigh

Blinking yourself away from the story, you look up groggily

He ruffles your hair with a fond smile, offering a glimpse of those dimples of his

“Definitely bedtime,” he concludes

Before you can even get a word of protest in, he anticipates you

“‘One more page’ is never just one more page,” he laughs

He’s right

Still, you pout as you two extricate yourselves from the swirl of blankets you’ve ended up in

Why do you have to tear yourself away from soft blankets to get ready to dive straight back into them? The world is unfair

It seems less unfair when Joon lets you lean dramatically against him while you brush your teeth, wrapping a big arm around you

You miss the warmth of the blankets less

Doesn’t mean you aren’t in bliss as you fall back into them though, tucking yourselves in and scooting closer together to hug

But Joon doesn’t miss your longing glance at the book lying on the side

He’s still propped up on one arm, but instead of reaching for the lamp, he smiles down at you, lopsided with one side of his mouth, the way he does when he’s comfy

“Shall I read to you?”

It’s cheesy, but who are you to say no?

Not like there’s anyone here to judge you anyway

All you had for company (beside your boyfriend of course) is the lakeside and the trees which surround the cabin he’s taken you to for your anniversary

You loved that your anniversary was in autumn. Fate couldn’t have planned it better

And though you have to admit you’re struggling to keep your eyes open – something Namjoon can probably tell – he just looks so homely and inviting in the warm light which cocoons you within these wooden walls

So Joon’s voice, thickening with sleep himself, is what lulls you to sleep

Waking up here is heavenly

The first thing you feel is your head pillowed on a mix between Joon’s arm and the pillow

Then fingertips brushing your cheek

Opening your eyes, the first thing you see is his smile, and it’s nearly blinding

He chuckles and it’s no more than some heavy breaths, full of joy

You’re still blinking, and lean into his hand, making his smile even bigger

“Your face is going to split open” you grin back at him

And then he’s grabbing your face, tender but thrumming with energy at how cute you are, and the morning is filled with kisses

It’s your favourite place, being scooped into his arms under a bundle of blankets

Eventually, you do have to get up, stumbling into the kitchen with Joon’s arms still around your middle from behind

It’s a slow start, but that’s exactly what you both want

There’s a carnival in the town near the cabin you’re staying at

So there are your plans for the day

You forgo the bikes today, instead intertwining your hands and strolling together down the leafy lane

A few streaks of colour trail through the air, leaves plucked by the wind

Hand in hand, you walk over the carpet being laid down for you

It’s leaves like these that catch your eye at one of the stalls- art made from pressed autumn leaves, or used to decorate trinkets

Namjoon wants matching autumn mugs as a souvenir, and asks animatedly about how they are made while he buys them. You know it’s one of those projects he’ll imagine about, saying you should try it yourselves

Which of course happens about 2% of the time, and nearly always ends in disaster

And a lot of fun

You’ll cherish the mugs, the memories they keep and the memories you’ll make if you try the craft yourselves

Namjoon is already picking up the prettiest leaves from the ground as you continue

It’s adorable when inspiration strikes him, something simple as a leaf becoming such a source of joy

You hadn’t noticed the leaf-pendant necklace he had also snuck under your nose into one of the mugs, not until he was slipping it around your neck, bashful and giggly as if this was your first date all over again

Hearts full but stomachs decidedly not, you wound through the carnival towards the centre, where there were more attractions and food

The air is chilly, but you know some hot food or drink can change that

Before you can identify the source of any of the deliciously warm scents wafting through the air, something soft and warm itself is landing on your shoulders

“Here, take my coat”

Namjoon throws an arm around your newly padded outfit for good measure, and you know you’re both lit up with smiles

He’s leading you somewhere

“Hold on, you didn’t give me this just to be a gentleman, did you?”

Laughing loudly, he hops ungracefully out of the way as you swat at him, making his way to a new stall

It’s lined with teddies

Even if his gift had been more of a “hold my beer” moment than a chivalrous gesture, you still hug his coat around your shoulders as you watch him try to throw small pumpkin-shaped balls through hoops

He laughs even as he messes up entirely, like this is what he expected

“Kiss for good luck?” he suggests on his second turn, wiggling his eyebrows at you with an indulgent smile

You can’t even bring yourself to roll your eyes

Bringing yourself to his lips, you leave a peck, short but sweet

In order to watch, you put your arms around his middle and lean your chin on his shoulder, only to have to duck away when one of the balls bounces back, right at your faces

“Your luck was worse that time,” you scoff

He’s about ready to give up, but you haven’t had your shot yet

You line yourself up, eyeing the targets and tossing one of your mini pumpkins in one hand

Joon’s cough stalls your attention for a moment

“Kiss for good luck?” he pouts

Making a rapid retreat, you laugh

“I think you’ll drain any luck I do have!”

You make up for the refusal with several smooches later, along with the fluffy teddy bear you proudly thrust into his hands. Of course Joon loves it already, toying with its little bowtie and discussing names with that endearing light in his eyes

It sits pride of place beside the bed later on

Namjoon cards his fingers through your hair, palm settling against your jaw

“Happy anniversary”

“Happy-”

You blink in surprise as he pushes something towards you

Weren’t you even on the present front after the carnival?

Bringing the item up, you find yourself with a book in your hands, the cover worn and edges fraying a little, pages faintly brown at the edges

You gape

For a moment, your eyes flicker dumbfoundedly between the book and your boyfriend

“You kept this?”

This was the very same book you had been reading when Namjoon walked into a café way back, lent to him not much later as your friendship was heading for something more very fast

You look back at him now, seeing every moment since shining in his eyes

His smile was warm in the dim light, words murmured for your ears only as he pulls you closer

“I read it every fall. It’s my little piece of you. Of us”

You sigh in contentedness

“It’s ours”

Thanks so much for reading! Please comment, it means a lot!!🥰🥰

prompts used for this joon-flavoured autumn cocktail: “what are you reading?” - “here, take my sweater/jacket/coat” - cabin retreat - carnival - getting lost in a good book - poetry, art, music, craft - “you kept this?” - bedtime stories - kiss for good luck – blankets - winning a teddy for the other

taglist: @aianloveseven @preciouschimine

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smeard-butter · 2 years

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Vampire Diluc Smut

18+ (mdni) somewhat Yandere, how you met diluc and how became his little pay thing during his heat (reader is gender neutral)

Masterlist here!!!!

TW: blood, mentions of death, mentions of sexual assault (in the beginning) kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, sexual content

It was night time, you were wandering the forest looking for a flower for a commission, the flower said to be in a forest right near dawn winery but it's weird that you never heard of that flowed name before. You enters the dark forest lantern in hand ready to find the flower then leave without any interruptions, that's why it was night time no one would be awake and that also meant that no one would be in the forest but the main reasons was because the person who posted the commission said to do it at night. By the time you got halfway to the location around 6 figures approached you, then it clicked this was all set up, who would make someone go to a forest alone to look for a flower that probably doesn't even exist! They took a step forward when you took a step back "s-stay back!! Please just go away" you scream hoping someone heard "oh shut up will you. You took the commission without a thought in that pretty little head of yours and now you think you can just get away" one of the figures said as it approached you. You tried to turn and run when a figure appeared behind you gripping your wrists with one hand and another around you waist. You were on the brink of tears thinking about all the possibilities that would happen to you one the figure started to rid your waist, there was a flash of light right I front of your have with a heat wave. Within seconds everyone there besides you was dead on the floor burns, cuts, and stab wounds were all that remains. You see another figure welding a claymore that looks to be on fire, you can see the side of the person due to the fire. Pale skin, a fancy black suite with a white blood stained shirt with red fluffy hair and a Crimson Red eye staring into your sole watching your frozen figure like you here pray when he was the hunter. You were grateful that there was the flame so you can look around not like you would be able to move from the fear alone then pitch black, the flame went out, all you saw right before all light was gone in the forest was a pair of those Crimson Red eyes, then it was to dark to see anything. You started to hyperventilate knowing that there was this presumably dangerous person now in the first with you and you didn't know if they were still right I front of you or was the person breathing on your neck, wait a minut-. You were knocked unconscious, the person who knocked you unconscious ran right behind you when the light went out, now carrying your body with one arm he walked out of the forest to his home.

You woke up on a random bed with Silk blankets and something cold around your neck, wondering where you were you were at you went to get up but something was restricting you from doing so, your hand went up to the cold thing around your neck. Now you know what it is, it's a metal collar that's connected to the headboard of the bed by a chain, immediately trying to get it off you didn't notice the figure in the room toll you heard a voice "I wouldn't do that if I were you" the voice spoke out. You stopped what you were doing to look at the Dorset of the voice, it was the same person from last night in the forest "now that you stopped struggling I can now tell you what's going on" the person spoke again "my name is diluc, and I own this mansion dawn winery. Now the main reason you're here is because mating season for vampires are coming up and I took a little bit of an interest in you, now I'm not going to do anything major without consent I'm a patient man" diluc said "w-wait so you're not human?!" You asked making sure you heard him right "yes" is all diluc said, ignoring his one word answer you were about to speak up until he did before you "before you ask no. I'm not going to kill you, if I was I would of done it ether with all the other disgusting men or when you were unconscious" he spoke answering your unsaid question. After him talking about random stuff the sun was already setting, he made sure you ate then out you to bed, he told you that like last night he going out patrolling, that's how he found you last time. He got all ready to head out, he made sure all the windows were locked, then kissed your forehead and left the room shutting and locking the door.

It's been a few weeks like this, wake up, eat talk to diluc, he leaves for work, comes back at lunch, you eat, walks you around the mansion, go back to the room, he goes back to work, he comes back, you eat dinner, he takes you for a mini walk, walk back home, then he leaves to protect mondstat city. At first you hated it, you hated diluc but now you only hated it because diluc barley spends time with you, he is to damn busy but today you didn't expect this to happen.

Warm hands wrap themselves around your neck when his eyes travel over the blanket covering your naked body in the shred bed, today is the first day of his heat apperantly and now since you are is lovely little pet you have to help him though it. Isn't that just great

"holy fucking shit, I swear to any god out there that you will be fucking filled with my fucking cum. And you will fucking love it!" diluc said huffing from the heat inside his usally cold body "now let me just take this blanket cover off of your naked body" he said removing his hands from your neck and ripping the blanket off your body. Your naked body once covered by the blanket is fully on display for diluc. You wait for him to make the next move or to tell you to do something, turns out the diluc enjoys your submission "fuck that's right, submit yourself to me, your master, your fucking everything and his cock. Now turn around ass up" diluc said, you immediately follow out his orders sticking your ass up into the air. You feel dilucs hands grip your waist and withing no time you feel his throbbing dick enter your hole. Diluc waits for a minute allowing you to adjust to his size, once you start trying to move that's his que to fuck you to oblivion, you can feel it hit all the right spots and in no time you have already hit an orgasm. After finding down from your high you can feel diluc still thrusting inside of you till he hit his orgasm. While you were still trying to catch your breath you feel diluc start to move again "oh you should know by now that this is far from over!" You heard diluc hiss. Oh boy this is going to be a long heat.

#vampire genshin #diluc headcanons #diluc smut #diluc #vampire diluc #diluc ragnvindr #master diluc #diluc scenarios #genshin smut #diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #genshin impact #vampire diluc x reader

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icecreamonstrawberrypie · 2 years

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A Cup of Coffee (Gyutaro X Reader) (Modern AU)

The crisp chills brought by the changing seasons had you curled up against Gyutaro’s side in bed. You had your arms wrapped around Gyutaro, for he was prone to the bitter air due to lack of body fat. In this moment, he was your little spoon. Thick, fluffy blankets kept you both insulated as you cuddled all night long.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Groggily, Gyutaro peeked a lazy eye open as reached for his phone underneath his pillow to turn off the alarm. As soon as his finger swiped up on the alarm, his eyes shut.

It was difficult for Gyutaro to get up in the mornings, especially during the fall and winter. And now that he had you by his side, he was more tempted than ever to just tell the world to fuck off so he could enjoy every bit of warmth you had to offer.

Beep! Beep! Beep! But bills had to be paid. Gently, Gyutaro took your arms off of him and hauled himself out of bed. Instantly, his body hairs stood upright as he began to shiver. Swiftly, he snatched a green sweatshirt from the floor and put it on. Despite hating the cold, he still refused to put on any slippers or socks.

Gyutaro rubbed his eyes as he looked back over you. You were still asleep, chest steadily rising up and down and (h/c) hair a bit untidy. He dragged his feet back over to you.

Never did he imagine he would have such an amazing person as his partner as you. All his life, he was so used to people shutting him down. It was always him and his sister against the world. But ever since you came into the picture, he was scared out of his mind that you would hate his body and never hold him right. All of that washed away when you pointed out all the amazing things about himself that he thought was unbelievable.

Gyutaro reached a hand over to caress your messy locks before he lovingly tucked the blankets over you. He knew that you had to work today too, but wanting you to rest as much as possible, he decided he’d let you rest some more. He gave you a couple of pecks on your forehead before heading off into the kitchen.

Once there, Gyutaro got the coffee machine ready. He made sure to put your favorite brand of (ground or beans) in the machine. As the machine brewed the coffee, he left to go brush his teeth.

When he got back, the scent of the coffee wafted through the air, warming up the kitchen. Gyutaro took out two mugs. He prepared your coffee exactly the way you liked it. Since he liked his coffee bitter, he didn’t do anything to his mug.

Not a second later, you appeared with hazy eyes, the aromas had woken you up. Rubbing your eyes, you smiled up at your boyfriend, “Mornin’ Gyutaro.”

Gyutaro knew that he was more than certain that he loved you.

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Just a lil' one-shot because I'm exhausted, cold, and need a break from studying (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Heavily inspired by the songs Adore by Suggi and Death Bed by Powfu.

#Gyutaro #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro shabana #modern au #demon slayer #gyutaro x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer entertainment district #upper moons #gyutaro

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sarahisgay01 · 2 years

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can you write some fluffy ronance? maybe nancy is sick and robin takes care of her ?

Aw yes, I love this!!🥺

Precious Angel

Robin x Nancy fluff

It’s January, which means it’s cold and flu season. Robin gets a call close to 10:00am that morning, waking here up. She sleepily answers the phone and mumbles, “Hello?”, then she hears a sneeze on the other line. Nancy says, “Hi, can you come over? I don’t feel good and I just- I want you here.” Robin could hear how congested Nancy was and immediately said, “Of course, I’ll be over soon, my love.” Nancy responded, “Thank you, baby” and Robin said, “Anything for you, Nance.” After she hung up the phone, she got dressed and biked to the store to pick up a few things to help Nancy feel better. She bought a couple cans of chicken noddle soup, cherry flavored cough drops, two boxes of tissues, Nancy’s favorite candy, and some tea that specialized in helping colds. She saw a cute teddy bear before she checked out and grabbed that for her too. After she checked out, she grabbed her bike from outside and pedaled her way to Nancy’s house. When she arrived, Karen and Ted’s cars weren’t in the driveway, meaning they were both at work. Robin set her bike up against the Wheeler’s garage, then grabbed the bag from the store and went to their front door. She knocked three times, then entered and said, “Nance, I’m here.” She heard some coughing from upstairs and made her way to Nancy’s room. When she opened the door, her eyes softened and she said, “Aw baby.” Nancy was pale, her nose was red, her eyes were puffy, and she was wrapped in what looked like 20 blankets. Robin walked over to her and put the back of her hand on Nancy’s forehead. She retracted her hand and said, “Aw my poor baby. I think you have a fever, my love.” Nancy was shivering, even though she was wrapped in all the blankets and she mumbled, “So cold, Rob.” Robin kissed her hot forehead and said, “I know baby. I know. I brought you some stuff, maybe it’ll help you feel a little better!” Nancy was able to show a small smile and she said, “Thank you, baby. Show me what you got me.” Excitedly, Robin grabbed the bag and said “Well, I got the essentials. I got you, chicken noodle soup, cherry flavored cough drops, tissues, your favorite candy, and a special tea that’s supposed to help with colds. I also got you something else, are you ready?” Nancy smiled and hummed, “Mhmmm”, then Robin pulled the teddy bear out from behind her back. She said, “I got you this teddy bear! Isn’t it cute!” Nancy was able to put a big smile on her face and said, “You’re so cute, I love you.” Robin smiled and said, “I love you too, Nance.” Nancy reached her hands out and did grabbing motions, wanting Robin to come cuddle with her.

Before Robin cuddled with Nancy, she wanted to make sure she was hydrated and fed. Robin said, “Baby, have you eaten today?” and Nancy sneezed, then shook her head no. Nancy said, while shivering, “Not- Not hungry, just c- c- cold.” Robin softened her eyes and tone, then said, “I know baby, but you need to eat just a little bit, okay. You stay here and I’ll be back up soon with some soup, does that sound okay, my love?” Nancy whined and said, “Want you here. Want you with me.” Robin said, “I know, my love. I’ll be back so soon though, I promise. After you eat and drink some water, then we can cuddle all you want. Okay, Nance?” She grumbled and said, “Okay, fine.” Robin then gave her a kiss on the forehead, grabbed a can of soup, and made her way to the kitchen. She put the soup in a bowl, then heated it up in the microwave. While she was waiting, she found a large glass and filled it with water. The microwave beeped and Robin checked to make sure the soup was at just the right temperature. She heated it up perfectly, grabbed a spoon, and made her way back upstairs to Nancy’s room. When she walked back into her room, Nancy pouted and said, “You took too long. I missed you.” Robin smiled and said, “You’re cute when you’re sick. Did you know that?” Nancy grumbled, but Robin made it all better when she planted a kiss on her forehead. Then she said, “Okay baby, let’s get some food and water in that cute little body of yours. Okay?” Nancy nodded and Robin said, “If you sit up, I can feed you the soup, so you don’t have to move out of your cocoon.” They both giggled at Robin’s comment, which made Nancy cough. Robin softened her eyes at her suffering girlfriend, as a shivering and weak Nancy started to sit up. Nancy said, “Please. Don’t want to leave cocoon” and Robin replied, “Of course, Nance. Anything for you, my love.” She grabbed the bowl of soup and the spoon, then made airplane noises as she moved the spoon to Nancy’s mouth. They both started laughing, which made Nancy go into a coughing fit. Robin said, “I’m sorry for making you cough” and Nancy said, “Don’t apologize. You making me laugh and taking care of me makes me feel like I’m not even sick.” They both smiled and then Robin continued feeding Nancy the chicken noodle soup. Nancy drank her entire glass of water and ate half her bowl of soup, before she was too full. When she finished, Robin went back downstairs, refilled her water and washed the soup bowl. She returned to Nancy’s room about five minutes later and as soon as she was in Nancy’s vision, she saw her girlfriend making grabbing hands. Nancy said, “Cuddles now please” and Robin just smiled. She placed the glass of water on the nightstand, then climbed into Nancy’s bed. Robin laid flat and Nancy curled up into her, then hummed because she finally got what she’s wanted for hours. She said, “Thank you for taking care of me, Rob.” Robin kissed the top of her head and said, “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life, Nancy Wheeler. Especially, when you act so cute and adorable like this. My precious angel.” Nancy hummed and smiled, then nuzzled impossibly closer into Robin’s chest. She mumbled, “I’m alright with that”, then she rolled over quickly to sneeze.

When Nancy rolled back over and got into the same position that she was in before, she said, “Rob?” Robin hummed a, “Mhmm” and Nancy asked, “Can you- Can you call me angel more? I really like it. I like being your angel.” Robin smiled, then kissed the top of her head and said, “Of course, Nance. My beautiful, sweet, angel.” Nancy hummed and Robin looked down at her peaceful girlfriend, who’s eyes were fighting to stay open. She said, “Baby, you should get some rest. You can fall asleep, it’s okay.” Nancy mumbled a sleepy, “I love you” and Robin replied, “I love you too, my precious angel.” Robin started running her fingers through Nancy’s hair, not caring that it was sweaty from her fever. All Robin cared about in this moment, was helping and nurturing Nancy, whatever she wanted, she’d do for her. She watched as her girlfriend fell into a heavy sleep, exhausted from being up all night coughing and sneezing. She kissed the top of her head and said, “Sweet dreams, my pretty angel.” After a couple hours, Nancy woke up and quickly ripped all the blankets off of her. Robin looked at her confused and Nancy had tears in her eyes. She said, “Hey, my love, what’s wrong? What’s wrong sweetheart?” Tears started rolling down her cheeks and she said, “Too hot, but too cold. Just frustrated.” Robin said, “Aw angel, come here” and Nancy immediately curled up into her girlfriend’s arms. She cried for a couple minutes, wrapped in her girlfriend’s embrace and when her crying stopped, she looked up at Robin. Then she said, “Rob, can you do me a favor?” and Robin said, “Yeah, Nance. What do you need?” Nancy said, “I want to take a bath, but too weak. Need help”, then she had another coughing fit. Robin said, “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get your fever down, then afterwards I’ll make you some tea” and then she reached for the cough drops she bought. She gave Nancy one and said, “Here baby, these should help with your cough.” Nancy mumbled, “Thank you”, then popped the cough drop in her mouth. Robin said, “I’m going to go start running your bath, angel. I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” Nancy nodded and Robin got up, then walked to the bathroom. She started filling the bathtub with lukewarm water and when it was three quarters of the way full, turned off the water, then returned to Nancy’s room. Nancy was sitting up with her knees held to her chest and Robin said, “Your bath awaits you, m’lady.” Both girls giggled and Nancy slowly got up, then walked to her bathroom with Robin holding her for support. Robin helped Nancy get undressed and sat on the bathroom floor, holding Nancy’s hand while she took her bath. When she saw Nancy start to shiver, she turned the hot water on for 30 seconds or so, making sure the water went back to being lukewarm. Robin asked, “Baby, do you want me to wash your hair for you?” Nancy looked at her with soft eyes and said, “If you- If you don’t mind.” Robin smiled and said, “Of course I will, sweet angel.” She got up from the bathroom floor, then grabbed the shower head from its holder and Nancy’s shampoo and conditioner. Next, she turned the water onto a lukewarm temperature, then started moving the shower head through her hair. She carefully and gently washed Nancy’s hair, making sure she didn’t tangle her hair or pull on it. When she was done, Nancy looked at her with those soft eyes that made Robin’s heart skip a beat and her brain feel like mush. She said, “Thank you for being so gentle and caring, baby.” Robin smiled and said, “Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s get you out of that bathtub and dry you off, hmmm?” Nancy nodded and Robin helped her out of the tub, then handed her two towels. She wrapped one around her body and the other she wrapped her hair in.

Once Nancy was mostly dry, her and Robin returned to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and said, “Rob, can you pick out clothes for me, please?” Robin nodded, then picked out a pair of underwear, a t-shirt, and a thin pair of pajama pants. Nancy was too weak to get dressed by herself, so Robin helped her. After she was dressed, Robin went and made Nancy her tea, as promised. While she was downstairs, she grabbed the movie, The Breakfast Club, and carried that upstairs with her. She popped it into the tape player, then handed Nancy her tea. The two of them watched the movie and ate the candy Robin got at the store. Nancy was cuddled into Robin chest and she said, “I love you and I’m really grateful to have you taking care of me.” Robin smiled and replied, “I love you and I’ll do it forever, sweet angel. I’ll stay and take care of you for the next couple days too. If you want me to, of course.” Nancy said, “Mhmm, please do, Rob.” Robin replied back, “Okay, sweetheart”, then started peppering Nancy’s face with kisses. She started to giggle, feeling so loved and cared for by her girlfriend. Soon, Nancy fell asleep on Robin’s chest again, she was just too weak and exhausted to stay awake. When Robin noticed, she smiled and said, “My precious angel”, then kissed the top of her head. She ran her fingers through her hair and thought to herself, “I wouldn’t mind doing this forever”, then fell asleep with a smile on her face.

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Shadows Tell Me (If He Really Cares) (2/4)

Summary: For someone whose job title is “spymaster of the Night Court”, Azriel Shadowsinger is surprisingly oblivious to Gwyneth Berdara’s heavy-handed flirtation this Winter Solstice season (or is he?). What will it take for these bumbling fools to get together before the night ends? A mish-mash of Gwynriel holiday fluff (set post-ACOSF).

A gift for @shadowsxgwynriel via @acotargiftexchange!!

Notes: I made a Youtube playlist to go with this fic! Also, I don't live in a snowy place so the sledding scene might be a bit clunky, oops!

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❄One week before Solstice❄

“How are you not cold?” Gwyn was asking Cassian. It was the first snowfall of the year, and their little group had plans for a Velaris outing—Gwyn’s first winter visit to the city below. The House of the Wind was so far up that all one could see from the training ring was a flurry of snowflakes and a blanket of mist.

Cassian and Azriel both wore casual black pants and jackets, their crimson and cobalt Siphons glimmering in the morning light. The priestess herself was bundled up in a winter-appropriate pair of black pants, a thick teal coat, knitted teal hat, and creamy white scarf.

Our Valkyrie looks adorable today, Azriel’s shadows tittered in his ear. But she still looks cold. Go hold her hand, Azriel.

Enough, he scolded them. It’s her first proper visit to Velaris, so I don’t want to see shenanigans from ANY of you.

Shadowsinger is so stressed, the shadows snickered. He needs to relax around our priestess. They drifted over to Gwyn, who gave them a small smile as they sat on her shoulders.

“Did Nesta ever tell you how I lived a bastard’s life, before Rhys took me in? When you’ve had to survive Illyrian winters with only tattered clothes on your back, this is just a little breeze.” Cassian shrugged at the frigid winds whipping his hair while Gwyn shivered and stamped her feet.

Nesta appeared behind Gwyn, bundled up and rolling her eyes. “Just because you survived as a child doesn’t mean you won’t get sick in your old age. Gwyn, I hope you haven’t had anything to eat yet, because we’re stopping by my favorite bakery in Velaris.” Nesta jumped into Cassian’s arms, ready for flight.

“Aye, aye, captain.” Cassian gave them a salute before sailing into the mist.

“Ready?” Azriel asked, extending a scarred hand towards Gwyn.

“Ready,” she affirmed, stepping into his arms. It was not Azriel’s first time flying with Gwyn, but he savored every bit of it. Her quiet breathing against his ear. Her arms that tightened around his neck. Her scent of water lilies in the dead of winter. As Gwyn leaned against his chest to shield herself from the cold, Azriel prayed she didn’t feel how quickly his heart was beating.

Velaris had transformed into a winter wonderland. Personalized wreaths hung on doors, and garlands of holly and citrus criss-crossed the cobblestone streets. Soft white mounds of snow piled up in front of houses and blanketed roofs. The streets were bustling with cheery residents running errands and doing last minute Solstice shopping.

Gwyn let out a fascinated gasp as her boots crunched on the snow upon touching down. “I’ve never seen so much snow before. Sangravah was too close to the sea to experience snowfall,” she explained. The priestess picked up a clump of snow and held it up to her face.

“What are you doing?” Azriel asked, amused.

“Did you know that no two snowflakes are the same? But they’re too small for me to see.” She tossed the snow away and slushed through the fluffy material.

“It’s more clear when snow is falling down,” Azriel explained, following her. “When they’ve been on the ground for too long, they compress and can turn into ice.”

Gwyn’s teal eyes widened and she began walking gingerly, arms out for balance. Azriel laughed. “Don’t worry, Berdara. I don’t think there’s any ice on the streets right now”

“I think you just want to see me fall on my ass, Shadowsinger,” Gwyn retorted. “So I can’t make fun of you for what happened at Windhaven last week.” Fuck, she still remembers that. Azriel cringed inwardly at the embarrassing memory.

“Here. If you fall, I’ll catch you.” As he offered Gwyn the crook of his arm, a soft emotion flashed across the priestess’s face.

“Who knew the shadowsinger could possess such good manners?” Gwyn smiled as she looped her arm through his.

“I always have good manners around priestesses,” he responded.

Keeping up with the good manners, Azriel held the door open for Gwyn as they walked into a brightly lit bakery on the corner of the street. Scents of cinnamon, sugar, and pumpkin wafted through the warm air. And Gwyn’s face filled with wonder at the range of fresh-baked pastries displayed proudly on the front counter.

Azriel selected his usual order: a plain croissant with cheese. “This is to cover whatever she’s getting,” he whispered quietly to the attendant as he dropped a silver coin into her palm. The adolescent male nodded in confirmation.

If Azriel had to guess, Gwyn would go for the chocolate glazed doughnut. There were other chocolate pastries, but the doughnut was by far the biggest one. And he was correct. “I’ll have that one, please.” The priestess pointed to the doughnut and fished in her pockets for payment.

“Oh no,” the attendant said, handing her the pastry. “He already paid for you.” He nodded to Azriel, who was standing quietly off to the side.

“Oh! Thank you,” Gwyn smiled at him, sending flutters down to his belly. “I owe you one, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel smiled back. “Don’t worry about it, Gwyn. My treat.” The pair rejoined Nesta and Cassian, who were already waiting outside. Cassian was ripping into a huge loaf of bread, while Nesta was chowing down a large egg tart.

Gwyn eagerly bit into her buttery chocolate pastry, eyes fluttering. “Gods, it’s so good,” she sighed blissfully.

Cauldron boil me. The satisfaction and pleasure laced in Gwyn’s voice imprinted in Azriel’s mind, giving him unholy ideas. Ideas about what she would sound like soaking into a hot bath after a grueling training session. Or what she would sound like if he took his time pleasuring her.

Azriel feigned interest in a shop down the street, and began walking away quickly. Nyx’s vomit. Blaring music at Rita’s. Stinky bog water. Moldy cheese. Azriel imagined his least favorite things in the world in order to suppress his dirty thoughts.

Sure, sometimes he fantasized about kissing Gwyn’s soft lips. And cuddling her with his wings as she read a book. And maybe gently combing his hands through her silky red hair. But thinking about having Gwyn in his bed? Off limits, especially if she only viewed him as a good friend.

Azriel frowned. Wasn’t he supposed to be thinking of stinky cheese? Or was it moldy bog water?

Approximately four months ago, he and the priestess had been laying out in the training ring, chatting in the balmy summer night. One minute he was bantering with his friend, the next minute he was rendered speechless by the way she smiled at him.

After that, Azriel could no longer unsee how her teal eyes brightened at familiar constellations. How happy she was when she received new book deliveries. He thought endlessly about her beautiful voice, singing quietly whenever she thought she was alone.

He’d never been seized by such feelings before. Mor was his first love: he had loved her ever since she walked into Windhaven when they were just teenagers. But the innocence of first love had soured into obsession and overprotection, and finally, rejection. Elain Archeron was another female he desired greatly. But his hunger for the prettiest Archeron had abated ever since she returned the rose necklace last Solstice.

Azriel knew he should have nipped his feelings in the bud months ago, but it seemed like his affections for the priestess only grew by the day. It was getting harder to pretend, not just to others, but also to himself, that Gwyn was just a friend.

A shadow floated up to him. If she’s always on your mind, Azriel, why don’t you just try? You are a handsome male…she would undoubtedly be attracted to you.

Nope. Azriel gently pushed his shadow out of the way. Let’s not presume what the priestess wants. She can flirt all she wants, but she said very clearly last week that we are friends. Besides, our friendship will SHATTER if she knows I like her. We keep this a secret, alright?

❄

“Did you see that?” Nesta elbowed Gwyn sharply. “How does that make you feel?”

Gwyn glanced at Azriel walking ahead with Cassian. “I don’t feel weird about it,” she tried to say nonchalantly. “It’s just Az.”

Nesta scoffed. “Okay. Just Az. Getting turned on by you eating.”

Gwyn blushed, swatting at Nesta lightly. “Nesta, we are just friends. Now, before I go talk to him again, do I have any chocolate on my face?”

Now, Gwyn hadn’t seen many males in her 28 years of existence, but she had read plenty of romance books. And Azriel’s beauty put all of her favorite male characters to shame. But she knew she wasn’t the only one who fancied the Night Court’s spymaster. Several of the priestesses would giggle about their handsome trainer between the library stacks. And Gwyn had overheard Cassian and Nesta discussing how Elain Archeron, the most beautiful Archeron sister, had shown an odd interest in Azriel last year. Even though Elain was mated to another male.

At first, she’d brushed off the possibility that Azriel could see her as anything more than a student or a good friend. But his shadows’ friendly behavior and his excessive glances towards her over the last few months pointed towards…something else.

Gwyn started flirting with the shadowsinger several weeks ago with heated stares and teasing banter to test the waters. And Azriel’s flustered responses were promising.

But when Gwyn cranked up the heat by dishing out overt compliments and initiating physical contact, like hugs and small touches, nothing happened. She’d thought about giving up, that maybe the spymaster only thought of her as a good friend, but then Windhaven happened.

Emerie had whispered conspiratorially to her after the event: “Azriel was staring at you, Gwyn. I saw it all. He didn’t even see where he was going when he crashed into the table.” That gave Gwyn some hope.

She caught up to Azriel, whose shoulders looked strangely tense and his ears were numbingly red. His gloved hands were shoved deep into his pockets. Gwyn frowned. “Shadowsinger, the tips of your ears are practically frozen,” she tsked. “Hold on.”

She tip-toed to place her knitted hat squarely on his head, squashing his black hair across his forehead. Gwyn boldly brushed it out of his eyes, delighting at how nice his hair felt. Before the shadowsinger could object, Gwyn unraveled her teal scarf and quickly wound it around his neck and shoulders.

“It does feel nice,” Azriel admitted with a tentative smile. “Thank you.” A hint of red stole across his brown cheeks, and Gwyn hoped it wasn’t because of the cold.

A large city park emerged as they rounded the corner. Fae children and adults were playing in the snow, building snow sculptures, having snowball fights, and sledding down packed mounds. “How does everybody feel about sledding?” Cassian grinned and pointed to the massive hill up ahead. Only a few brave souls were spotted sliding down the white-powdered slope.

“Sure, but we don’t have sleds,” Nesta objected.

“We don’t need to bring our own. The city usually has sleds available for public use.”

“I’ve never gone sledding before, so I’m down!” chirped Gwyn.

“That’s the attitude I’m looking for! Let’s go!” Cassian and Gwyn led the way, trudging up the steep hill.

Gwyn was panting by the time they reached the top. The hill was no Ramiel mountain, but the multiple layers she was wearing made her sweat. “Couldn’t you and Azriel have flown us up here?” she complained.

“Just because we can doesn’t mean we want to,” Cassian replied. “Our wings get cold flapping around.” Gwyn rolled her eyes. These males are Illyrian babies indeed. Sure enough, there were several large sleds available for use at the top of the hill. “We take one sled each,” Cassian said, dragging the sleds over. “Ladies, use the ropes to steer the sled as you go down.”

The four friends sat in a line: Nesta with a black sled, Cassian with a red one, Gwyn with a green one, and Azriel with a blue one. “My shadows will give us a push,” Azriel declared. “Is everybody ready?”

At her affirmation, the little shadow gave Gwyn a solid push. She let out a loud whoop of excitement as she began to coast down the hill. Gwyn gripped the ropes tightly, too nervous to steer one way or another. Nesta was screaming at the top of her lungs somewhere behind her.

“Stop swerving, Nesta!” Cassian was shouting. Gwyn glanced back to see Nesta erratically making her way down the slope. Cassian swore, yanking his ropes when Nesta almost crashed into him.

Meanwhile, Azriel had artfully maneuvered his way towards Gwyn. She could sense him watching her intently, but she was too focused on the steep blanket of white before her to return his gaze. Brutal wind whipped her hair, but it was exhilarating, the way she coasted over soft snow and had a full view of Velaris before her.

Gwyn used both her feet to slow down sporadically, attempting to prolong the ride. Azriel sped past her, wings tucked in to streamline his journey. He reached the bottom first, going so far as to stand on the sled until it slowed to a stop. “Show off,” Gwyn muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Need a little help, priestess?” Azriel held out a hand when her sled ride concluded. He hauled her to her feet with a solid grip.

“Move, move, move!” Cassian was roaring. The Illyrian general was sliding down the hill at full speed with Nesta clinging to him like a monkey. Azriel and Gwyn scrambled to get out of the way.

“What happened to Nesta’s sled?” Azriel asked when Cassian and Nesta slowed to a stop next to them.

“I fell off and I think a child stole it,” Nesta grumbled. “Can’t we share a sled?” She gave Gwyn a pointed look.

“Yes, we should share a sled,” Cassian added his words loaded with meaning. He gave Gwyn a wink behind Azriel’s back. These busybodies, Gwyn rolled her eyes.

“Sleds are not meant to be shared,” Azriel chided responsibly. Cassian gave him an incredulous look. “What? I thought our plan was to go racing down the hill. And having two people on one sled wouldn’t work out.” The Night Court general sighed in exasperation.

“Racing?” Gwyn asked, perking up.

Azriel straightened at Gwyn’s interest. “Yes, racing. I’m the best out of Rhys and Cassian when it comes to snow sports.”

“Hmmm.” Gwyn raised an eyebrow skeptically at him. “Well, we shall see about that!” She grabbed her sled and began marching up the hill again.

“You?” Azriel chuckled, following her. “You just went down a hill the first time. I don’t think you’ll be beating me anytime soon.” Gwyn could’ve sworn she heard Cassian mutter “they’re hopeless fools” to his mate.

“Are you saying Cassian is the more worthy opponent?” she demanded, spinning around. Nesta threw her hands in the air behind Azriel, shaking her head.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. If we race, we race to win.” Challenge glittered in Azriel’s hazel eyes, but Gwyn could not take him seriously when he was wearing a fluffy hat and scarf. She simply snorted, and continued her trek.

Gwyn found a large stone on the ground and rubbed it on the wooden runners. “What are you doing?” Azriel asked, puzzled. He was standing close by, his breath clouding in the winter air.

“Smoothing this down so I go faster.”

Azriel’s brows wrinkled. “You’re supposed to use wax, not stone.”

“Okay, shadowsinger.” Gwyn rolled her eyes. “You won’t be saying that when I beat you to the bottom.” Azriel’s shadows swarmed her hands, trying to stop her from sanding down the wood. “Wow, really? You send your shadows to sabotage me?”

Azriel gave her an odd look. “I don’t control them when it comes to you.” He clambered onto his sled, with Cassian next to him. The general had gamely joined them, for Nesta had decided to play judge. “Alright little shadows. Give us a push.” Nothing happened. The shadows bobbed in the air anxiously.

“Whatever. We go on the count of three: one, two, three!” Gwyn shouted as she leaned forward, tipping the balance of the sled downhill.

Gwyn zipped over the snow, watching the world move past in a blur of white. Perhaps it was her imagination, but smoothing down the runners did make her go faster.

Smack! A small snowball hit her back. Gwyn glared at Azriel, who was several feet behind her and grinning wickedly. “Prick!” she yelled. Scooping up a snowball would only slow her down, so Gwyn gritted her teeth and leaned forward, gaining more speed.

Because she was smaller and lacked the drag of Illyrian wings, Gwyn was on the road to victory. She was about halfway down the hill when four Fae children on sleds zipped past her erratically. “Whoa!” Gwyn shouted as she swerved to avoid hitting them.

Doing so put her onto a well-trodden path of packed snow, which meant she went even faster. Any attempts to breathe were ripped away as she sped down the hill. Gwyn began to feel nervous at how quickly things were moving.

“Gwyn, watch out!” She heard Azriel shout. Gwyn’s sled suddenly coasted up a crest. Oh no, this is the ramp for skiing! The ramp ended abruptly, sending Gwyn shooting into the sky, airborne.

Pure fear made Gwyn’s stomach drop when she realized she was going to land on the ground. She screamed, flailing her arms as she sailed through the air. Do the roll! Do the roll! Remembering her training, Gwyn tucked her knees to her chest at the last moment, taking the brunt of the hit on her side. The snow was deep enough to cushion Gwyn’s fall, but it was definitely icy.

A solid figure slammed into her a split second later. Azriel.

Gwyn recognized the spymaster by his scent and the familiar feel of his body. The two of them rolled down the hill, with Azriel cradling her to his broad chest, his leathery wings shielding her from the snow.

“Shit! Gwyn, are you alright?” Azriel asked frantically when they came to a stop. Gwyn lay on top of his chest limply, listening to him breathe hard. She was still stunned by her fall, but this felt nice. Comfortable. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no.”

“Oh gods, I was too late.” Azriel’s voice broke as he ripped off his gloves to find her pulse. His equally agitated shadows moved Gwyn’s coppery hair out of her face. The little wisps dusted over her chilled cheeks, trying to wake her up.

“It’s okay,” she croaked, trying to sit up. “I remembered to do the roll.” Azriel and his shadows sagged with relief. The spymaster was lying in the snow, Illyrian wings splayed out behind him. He looks like a snow angel, Gwyn blinked, dazedly drinking in the sight of him below her.

“I’m so sorry.” Azriel’s hazel eyes were filled with anguish and guilt. “I shouldn’t have pushed you to race. I said I would catch you if you fell and I didn’t. I was too late.” The male was absolutely distraught.

There was no reason for Azriel to beat himself up like this over a fall. Especially when she was relatively unscathed. But the miserable expression on his handsome face told Gwyn all she needed to know.

Oh. He’s talking about Sangravah.

“Hey, hey,” Gwyn said soothingly. “I’m okay, Az. Hey! I need you to look me in the eyes and realize that none of it was your fault. It’s not your fault.”

Azriel nodded, trying to take deep breaths. “Alright. Alright.” The worry in his hazel eyes melted away as Gwyn clutched his shoulders, steadying him.

“I wanted to race just as much as you did. It’s okay, Az.”

“Gwyn! Gwyn!” She was aware of Nesta and Cassian running over to check up on her. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” Gwyn’s mouth twitched as she climbed off her friend. “I told you I was capable of going faster, didn’t I?”

“Mother’s tits, Berdara, don’t joke like this.” Azriel sighed as he attempted to check her for any injuries. “Don’t stand up too quickly! Can you move all your fingers? Your toes? Can you rotate your neck?”

“Az, I’m fine!”

Read: Chapter 3

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Santa Baby: Namjoon x Reader One Shot

Just a fun festive Namjoon one shot for you all to enjoy this holiday season! Get ready for all the naughty Christmas puns. Leave a like or comment to me know what you think!

{Main Pairings:} Kim Namjoon x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Word Count:} 6,000

{Genre:} Christmas Fluff + Smut

{Summary:} There is nothing better than relaxing at home on Christmas morning cuddled up to the man you love, especially if that man is the embodiment of Santa himself.

{Warnings:} Smut, Fluff, Sexual Content, Language, Oral, Temperature Play, Santa Namjoon, Magic, Naughty Christmas Puns

A glacial winter wind swirls outside your kitchen windows as you peer beyond the curtains to find tall spruces sprinkled with snow, your front lawn covered in a blanket of fluffy white snow. As you rest your palms against the countertop, you ponder the scene outside, admiring the twinkle of decorative lights hanging from the varying rooftops down the block as they mimic the silhouette of icicles.

The kitchen is full of warmth radiating from the oven as it heats the space around you, the fireplace also aids in heating the interior of the house from the frigid cold whipping outside. The glow of the embers helps in creating a cozy atmosphere as instrumental Christmas carols project from the Bluetooth device nestled on your kitchen countertop. You gently hum along to one of your favorite Christmas songs, enjoying the festive moment alone as you turn your attention back to the sugar cookies you were decorating.

You start to meticulously pipe a pattern onto the flat cookies, distracting yourself in the details before you add a variety of colorful sprinkles for a festive flare to your baked treats. Every so often, you turn your attention to the pot of Korean dumpling soup simmering on the stove top, knowing the warm meal would be the perfect remedy to soothe away the frosty chill of the early morning.

You woke up early after spending most of Christmas Eve on your own, enjoying the time to relax and unwind from the chaotic reunion your family held the previous day. It was easy to keep yourself busy as you baked and cooked, eager to see Namjoon, your long-term boyfriend, would soon be home from his busiest shift of the year.

It’s been a couple of years since you first met, your first encounter being late one Christmas Eve as you found yourself stranded at an airport. A fierce snowstorm caused delays and cancellations, preventing you from catching your flight back home for the holidays. You never imagined you’d meet a handsome stranger at the small coffee shop hidden in your terminal, the layover allowing you countless hours to talk and get to know each other while awaiting your flight.

While you enjoyed getting to know such a man as Namjoon, the despair of being trapped in an airport on Christmas Eve made you feel helpless. Weather reports raved about how this would be the snowstorm of a century as the forecast continued to worsen as more and more flights became delayed and canceled. Despite the sorrow of the looking reality that you wouldn’t be home to see your family for Christmas, you continued to engage in conversation with Namjoon. You never imagined you would open up as much as you did to such a complete stranger.

After hours of waiting and becoming increasingly more hopeless, the storm suddenly faded away, completely clearing along the entire east coast of the country. After some preparations, your flight resumed, biding your newfound companion adieu. With a quick exchange of phone numbers, you were off to your flight leaving him behind. That was the very first time you experienced the magic of a Christmas miracle, never knowing that the man you would soon fall in love with was responsible for it all.

The time spent together has since enlightened you on the secrets hidden behind Namjoon’s perfect physique and charming personality. Not only was he incredibly intelligent and dedicated to you but he was also fun and lighthearted. Not to mention, he has the perks of being Santa Claus.

As you continue about your baking, you recall the first conversation you had with him upon discovering his life-changing secret. He wasn’t the jolly old fat man that lived in the North Pole with his many elves and reindeer. He was a normal man, just like any other with the single exception of inheriting the ability to manifest the magic that creates Christmas miracles and delivers blessings of all sorts to good little boys and girls. He was the famous man in the red suit, except his was simply just to shield him from the cold.

You feel a smile tug at your lips as you imagine all of the smiles of children around the world waking up to find their heart’s desire wrapped up in a bow beneath their Christmas tree, honored to know that the man responsible was on his way home to you from his busiest night of the year.

As you finish decorating the final cookies, placing them neatly on a decorative plate to set on the dining room table, you notice it’s already a few hours into Christmas morning. Given the journey across the varying time zones, Namjoon should be arriving home at any moment to enjoy the remainder of the early morning with you before resting for the majority of the day. You could go to sleep and leave him to his late-night schedule; however you figured if he was out making miracles, the least you could do was have a hot and delicious meal awaiting his return as a welcoming surprise.

You hum happily as you move about the kitchen, glancing over at the crockpot that was slowly mulling over a homemade spiced apple toddy. You smile at the delectable aroma wafting through the air as you lift the lid slightly to examine the contents inside. It isn’t much longer until you hear the front door swing open, the howling wind echoing through the house as Namjoon shuffles inside.

You quickly cover the toddy as you wipe your hands against the ruffled apron hanging from your hips, a cozy sweater adorning your torso as you comfortably lounge about the house in a pair of simple leggings. Your toes are nestled in a pair of warm Sherpa slippers, keeping you cozy and relaxed as you move to welcome your man.

You turn the corner of the open concept layout of your home, crossing the living room before spotting Namjoon standing by the door, speckles of freshly fallen snow decorating the crimson velvet of his coat as he slowly tugs the fabric from his towering frame. He’s wearing a plain black long-sleeve shirt beneath it, a pair of suspenders keeping his trousers comfortably on his hips as he leans forward to slip off his boots. You can’t help but gawk at the sight, feeling immensely lucky to have this wonderfully built man gracing your presence every day.

“Well well well…If it isn’t dear old Santa Claus.” You hum happily, leaning against the frame of the archway leading from the living room to the foyer, your arms crossing in front of your chest. A smirk crawls against your lips, tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watch Namjoon’s jaw tense from the name you just spoke.

His eyes darken as he peers up at you in annoyance, tilting his head to offer up the most ingenuine laugh. “Ha ha, very funny, Y/N.” Namjoon was quite the patient man, however, if there was one thing he despised the most, it was being called Santa Claus.

Namjoon knew of the many cultures that celebrated this time of year with the belief of Santa Claus and his sleigh of magical flying reindeer. He knew of the elaborate tales of the North Pole spun by society as a way to make revenue and capitalize on the marketing of such whimsical beliefs. It was all a fabricated image to help adults cope with the unexplainable, losing faith in magic and miracles whilst children continued the tradition.

Namjoon’s responsibility is to help people believe in the magic of the holidays again, working diligently to deliver miracle upon miracle to those who sought the path of living as decent human beings and interacting appropriately in society. He rewarded the kindness of children and helped maintain the essence of innocence that was so easily lost in this ever-changing world that so desperately sought to engulf whatever good remained.

His yearly efforts to deliver gifts to deserving children and maintain the image of Santa came with the unfortunate reality that everyone thought him to be an old, fat man with a long white beard.

You tut in amusement, pushing off the wall with your foot to take a quick stride toward the love of your life, eager to pull him into a warm embrace after an evening of solitude without him. “Aren’t I supposed to sit on Santa’s lap?” You push off the tip of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer to you, his hands latching onto your waist.

The tension in his jaw diminishes as he flashes his charming smile, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk. “Actually, you’re supposed to be on the top of the Christmas tree, angel.” Your nose scrunches from the cringe of your helpless holiday puns, the glimmer in Namjoon’s stare a clear indication that he’s equally as amused.

“Or I can be one of your presents, and get laid beneath it.” You respond without missing a beat, winking dramatically as pride swells in your chest from getting him to crack a smile. Namjoon’s dimples concave against his cheeks, a chuckle escaping his lips as he tightens his grip around your waist.

“You enjoy this Santa nonsense far too much, Y/N.” He complains with a soft groan despite secretly enjoying the sudden sprinkle of comedy. You shrug your shoulders, completely unashamed by your corny Christmas puns as you watch Namjoon lean forward to place a gentle kiss upon your lips. His mouth is familiar territory, his affection warming you from the inside out as your heart seems to fill with the comfort of his company.

Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in his taste, your fingertips digging through the silver strands of hair adorning the crown of his head. You hear another soft groan rumble against your lips, this time exposing his satisfaction in the kiss as the loud grumble of his stomach interrupts your tender moment.

Namjoon pulls back from your lips to peer over your shoulder, spotting a plate of freshly baked sugar cookies as the smell of mulled wine wafts through the living room. His smile fades rapidly as he recalls the numerous amounts of cookies and various glasses of milk displayed for Santa on his travels, silently hoping there was something else to snack on after an evening in the cold.

You peer over your shoulder to follow his line of vision, settling your stare on the plate of cookies as you decipher his expression. A prideful smile tugs at your lips as you run your palms down his wonderfully muscular arms, shamefully feeling them up as you venture down to take hold of his hands. “Don’t worry…” You grin as you begin guiding him into the kitchen to present the delicious meal awaiting him on the stovetop. “I made mandu-guk. Figured it’d warm you up.”

Namjoon’s features illuminate in jubilation, his tongue running against his bottom lip as he locks eyes with you, moving to cup your face within his palms. “I fucking love you, you know that?” He purrs, crashing his mouth against yours to place a soul-sucking kiss upon your lips.

Your mind swirls from his intensity as your body ignites from the sudden foul language mumbling from his lips. You practically drown in his affection, feeling dizzy as you relish in his touch, helplessly letting out a moan of pleasure as his hands explore your frame. It isn’t long until you're panting against his mouth, your lips swollen from his treatment as your forehead presses gently against his.

You gather your thoughts with a sigh after being left in complete shambles from his declaration of love, watching him pull away to move towards the cabinets. You quickly return from your daze as you skip to block his path, holding out your arms to prevent him from moving further into the kitchen. “No no no, I will serve you.” You insist, watching as you anticipate Namjoon’s rebuttal. You cut him off before he can speak. “Go sit down, you literally made your way around the entire planet tonight. The least I can do is make you a plate.”

“Y/N, you don’t need to…”

“I want to.” You smile, pushing against his broad chest with your palms as you shoo him off. “Go! Or you’ll be on my naughty list.” You glare at him with a point of your finger, desperately holding back a laugh as you watch him roll his eyes in mild annoyance.

He tosses his hands up in defeat, reluctantly retreating to take a seat in the living room as he clicks his tongue. You spin around on your heel as you seek out a bowl and chopsticks from the cabinets and drawers, eager to serve your man a delicious bowl of dumpling soup after a long night of being Santa.

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The comfort of the plush sofa cushions supporting your limbs allows you to rest your head against Namjoon’s shoulder, molding into his embrace seamlessly as he holds you against his body. Your bellies are stuffed full of dumplings and mulled wine as you enjoy the dim flickers of the fireplace and the twinkling lights laced throughout the towering spruce sitting in the corner of the living room.

You sigh happily as you focus on the deep rhythmic heartbeat thumping within Namjoon’s rib cage, feeling tranquil as your irises focus on the dancing flames and sparking embers of the fireplace. All you can hear is the crackling of the wood burning alongside his pulse, feeling thankful for the serenity.

You shudder as Namjoon’s fingertips brush against your shoulder, drawing slow circles against your arm as you both enjoy the tender moment alone. You finally peer up at him through your thick lashes, determined to finally break the silence. “I have something for you.” You speak with excitement, eagerly shifting in your position to sit up and face the man of your dreams.

Namjoon’s brow pulls up in a questioning glance as he adjusts himself to sit up straight from having leaned back against the back of the couch. “You do?” There was a youthful elation morphed with the usual raspy quality of his voice, the sound smooth as honey as you push off the couch to move towards the Christmas tree. (Loves!) You spot a red envelope tucked within the branches, plucking it from its hold as you practically skip back towards Namjoon.

Your eyes settle upon the faint glimpse of morning light as you peer out towards the horizon outside your window. The snowfall ceased as the first hints of sunrise peak through the houses of your neighborhood, a smile stretching on your lips at the fact that you’re spending Christmas morning with the man who embodied Santa himself.

“It’s nothing big.” You comment as you grip the envelope with both of your hands, holding it out to him as you take a seat beside him.

Namjoon accepts your offering, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly fiddles with the folds of the envelope. “You didn’t need to get me anything. I’m just happy to come home to you.” He admits charmingly, his fingers tugging out the confinements of your gift. He pauses as his eyes scan the pair of tickets now nestled in his grip, examining the text as he catches sight of the words, MoMA Museum.

“What’s this?” His features scrunch as he continues to examine the tickets. If there was one thing Namjoon often talked about it was his desire to travel with you and show you the world. You figure the best gift you could give him would be just that, an opportunity for you both to explore new places while doing things you enjoy.

“Well, I figured since your busy season is over we could take a trip to New York.” You beam, shrugging your shoulders as he continues observing the pair of tickets in his hands. “I know you love museums. What better museum to visit in New York than MoMA?”

Your heart somersaults as you watch Namjoon’s dimples return to his handsome features, his eyes bright with animation. “Y/N, this is amazing.” His voice causes your cheeks to ache from the smile plaguing your face, thankful to see his exhilaration for such a trip. “I can’t wait to go with you.” He quickly leans forward to place the tickets on the coffee table, wrapping his hand around the back of your head to guide you back in for another affectionate kiss.

You can’t help but smile against his lips as his hand laces through your hair, his body eliminating the remaining proximity between you as your arms wrap around his shoulders. Your eyes close as you savor his taste while his mouth gently latches onto your bottom lip, sucking the flesh gently as you feel a chill shoot through your limbs. This man knows exactly what to do to have you melting in his palms.

Before you can return his affection, he’s pulling away from you, leaving you pressing forward in search of his absence. Your eyes flutter open to see he is no longer sitting beside you on the couch, peering up to find him standing before you, extending an open hand. “I have something for you too.”

Your head instinctually tilts to the side in curiosity, finding his stare as you hesitantly accept his hand, allowing him to pull you up from the comfort of your seat. His lips tug into a sly smirk, his dimples shining through his coy expression as his hands find solace on your hips. “You need to close your eyes.” He whispers temptingly, moving a hand up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear to expose your eyes to him.

You narrow your stare, grinning as if nervous to trust him given his suspicious demeanor. You hesitantly obey, shutting your eyes to conceal yourself in darkness as you listen to him shuffle before you. What could this man possibly give you that he hasn’t already? He has given you the world by simply giving you his heart, what else could you need? You continue to let your mind swirl in curiosity as you feel him grasp one of your hands in his palm.

“Alright, open them.”

There is a slight tremor in his tone as you suck in a breath to ease your building nerves before letting out a sigh, flicking your eyes open to a sight that causes your jaw to unhinge. Namjoon is no longer standing before you, perched on one knee below you as your irises flick down to find his loving stare piercing into your soul. He’s holding your right hand while his other arm rests on his knee, his fluffy silver strands hanging just above his eyes.

“Y/N…I can’t imagine spending my Christmas mornings with anyone else.” He begins as you are suddenly faced with the realization of your predicament. “I’ve waited my entire life for you. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my Mrs. Claus.” He continues, chuckling nervously at his cheesy reference, unable to hold back your own bubbling giggle. Your heart swells from the bright-eyed expression he stares at you with, his jaw tensing up at the severity of his actions. “Would you make me the luckiest man in the world? Y/N…Will you marry me?”

Tears haze your vision as you hold back a sob of happiness, watching in awe as Namjoon holds out his free palm, whisps of crystallized sparkles swirling around as a jewelry box magically appears in his hand. Inside the velvet box is a beautifully displayed ring, a princess-cut diamond reflecting all of the shimmers of freshly fallen snow. You clasp your free hand over your mouth as you hold back sobs of joy, nodding helplessly as you choke back your tears. You’re too overwhelmed to find the words to speak, finally choking out a “yes” as you lean forward to wrap your arms around his built frame.

Namjoon beams from your response, his fingers spreading against your back as he holds you close, pulling back to witness your tear-stained cheeks. He chuckles at your response, rubbing the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. “I love you, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your temple as he releases your hand to retrieve the ring, sliding the extravagant piece of jewelry onto your ring finger.

You gawk at the sight of it, stunned to see how dainty it felt on your finger compared to the visual appearance of it. “Namjoon, It’s beautiful.” Your mind is still reeling at the reality that you’ve just agreed to marry the man that is Kim Namjoon.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He counters, standing up to grip your hips and pulling your body flush against his. He crashes his lips back to yours, shamelessly savoring you as a moan escapes your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes to meet his height.

Namjoon groans as you both deepen the kiss, letting your tongues break through the seam of your lips, eager to drown in each other’s affection. Namjoon presses his forehead against yours as you pull away, your lips swollen from his love as you pant to catch your breath.

“Think I can live up to Mrs. Claus?” You ask with a mischievous grin, running your tongue against your bottom lip.

Namjoon’s voice is deep as his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks. “Oh trust me, Mrs. Claus got nothing on you.” He’s staring at you as if you’re his next meal, your body shuddering from the implications of his tone, hoping the remainder of your night would be tangled with the man that engulfed your body with an insatiable need. Luckily for you, your wish is granted as he cups his hand beneath your ass, lifting you up as he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Tonight definitely won’t be a silent night.” He brazenly admits, smirking naughtily as he begins guiding you toward your bedroom. You roll your eyes at yet another attempt at a pun, suddenly noticing the serious expression behind his tone. You gulp in anticipation, your eyes widening as he licks his lip lecherously.

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Your body plops against the plush duvet of your king-size bed, the creamy softness of the sheets engulfing your limbs as Namjoon peers at you from his position standing at the foot of the bed. He tosses you down against the mattress top with every intention of ravaging your body like a present ready to be torn open on Christmas morning, tugging the fuzzy fabric of your sweater from your torso to reveal an intricate red lace bralette. His mind swirls in a lustful haze spurred by your acceptance of his marriage proposal, fueling his desire to claim you as his own while he devours the sight of your chest wrapped in the bright red fabric.

You push yourself up against your elbows, peering over your chest to find his dark stare coursing over your body as his large hands grip at the waistband of your leggings. Namjoon is eagerly anticipating the view beneath as he tugs them down gently from your frame, his length twitching in excitement at the sight of your matching lingerie set, relishing in the festive flare of your attire.

“Did I make it on your nice list?” You tease with a flutter of your lashes, smirking as you take in his perfectly chiseled appearance. You smile as you mule over the new status he holds of being your fiancé.

As you let the thought mule over in your head, his sudden intensity snaps you back into the moment. “Fuck the nice list.” He huffs, tugging the suspenders from his shoulders and letting them hang off the sides of his waist.

You gulp back your arousal as you watch him yank off his sweater, disregarding it completely as he tosses it to the side as you gawk over his physique. You hum happily in the back of your throat, biting your lip to sedate your growing sexual appetite as your eyes flicker down to spot Namjoon’s hardening length within his trousers. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Your smile widens in amusement as Namjoon’s jaw clenches, his chin protruding from his bubbling irritation.

“I don’t know, angel. Why don’t you get on your knees and find out?” He hisses, stepping back to allow you just enough space to sit up on the edge of the bed and slide down till your knees hit the plush surface of the carpet nestled at the foot of the bed.

His eyes narrow as you lick your lips at the thought of his member, your fingers helplessly clawing at his trousers to button them and tug them from his waist to let his arousal spring free. You’re met with the sight of his dick engorged and angry for attention, always amazed by the size of him each time you’re reminded of his manhood.

He peers down at you, letting a hand gently grip your chin as he tilts your head back to stare up at him from your position on the floor. “Wanna be my little helper?” He raises a brow in excitement, eager for your response as you nod shamelessly, submitting to his desires as your hands find home on his thighs. “Then open up, angel.”

You comply, letting your mouth encase the tip of his cock, which in turn sends his head back in ecstasy. “Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth feels so good.” He groans, digging his palms into your hair to massage your scalp as you begin to take as much of his length into your mouth as possible. Your confidence skyrockets as you drag another groan from his lips, his hips surging forward instinctually as you gag on his cock. “Shit…”

You adjust yourself as tears prickle in the corners of your eyes from the gagging sensation, completely unfazed as you continue to bob your head forward and back while sucking his length as if you're savoring the sweetest candy imaginable. “That’s it Y/N, just like that.”

The taste of him has you moaning against his dick, the vibrations of your arousal stimulating him even more as his muscles flex from the building pressure in his cock, desperate to spew his warm cum all over your tongue. Your muscle works to lick his length while your mouth tightens around him, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips begin to fuck your mouth with only a single warning of his undoing. “I’m gonna cum.” He grits between clenched teeth as his moans signal his orgasm, his thick warm seed sliding down your throat as you happily swallow his taste. “Ah fuck, Y/N. You’re so perfect.”

Your tongue licks up any residue threatening to spill from his tip as you stand back up, relieving the tension of the floor digging into your kneecaps. A prideful smile is stretched across your lips as Namjoon moves forward to lay you back onto the bed, crawling over you with haste as he seeks out your lips as if they were his only salvation. Your mind hardly has time to process that you’re back on the bed before he’s caging you against the mattress with a hand on either side of your head.

Namjoon’s hand slips between the pair of you as he dives into your panties to press the pads of his large fingers against your swollen clit, relishing in the gasps that leave your lips. “Oh my god…” You moan as your head rolls back against the bed, letting out a pleasurable sigh as he works to stimulate your core without warning of preparation. Luckily you're soaked from the arousal of going down on your man, allowing him easy access to getting your body ready for him.

“Hmm, nice and wet for me, Y/N.” He tuts happily, moving to hover his face just above your breasts as he trails kisses down your neck. He pauses as he avoids your voluptuous mounds, moving his head farther down to start feathering kisses down your abdomen as his fingers rub gentle tight circles against your most intimate region.

You shamelessly sing his praise as your stomach becomes tight with anticipation, your words spurring him on as he slips his fingers back to gently press into you, feeling your velvet walls suffocating his digits as he easily pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Namjoon…Shit baby.”

Namjoon’s smirk grows wider as a smug look crosses his face from the sounds he’s eliciting from you, eager to slip in another finger to stretch you out for him. “Stretch for me, Y/N.” His raspy voice deepens as you feel the pressure between your legs, the knot in your stomach tightening as you pant with need, desperate to cascade down the slopes of your orgasm that crashes into you as Namjoon continues to pump his fingers despite the rush of liquid collecting between your legs.

“Fuck…” You breathe out, your limbs weakening as Namjoon proceeds to drag his fingers from your pussy, tugging down your panties to quickly discard them without a care as they are tossed from the bed.

“Damn, Y/N. You’re so fucking perfect.” He praises you, your heart swelling at his compliment as you push up on your elbows to meet his gaze. He moves like silk, skillfully maneuvering his hands around your torso to unhinge the clasp of your bra, tugging the alluringly colored lingerie to the side as he takes in the jaw-dropping sight of your naked body sprawled about the bed. “So beautiful.”

Your cheeks flush red from the heat of your orgasm and the blush of his words, watching as he continues to trap you beneath him, caging you under his body. He leans forward to hover his mouth just above your breasts, letting the warmth of his breath dance across the skin on your nipple before smiling maliciously. He blows a soft puff of air towards one of your nipples, a crystalized glimmer accompanying a frosty swirl of flurries as the pert bud hardens from the sudden chilled sensation. A shiver courses through your limbs as Namjoon utilizes his magic to blow another stream of flurries down the center of your chest.

Before you can dwell in the cold, his mouth encases your hard nipple, the warmth of his tongue soothing the goosebumps that appear across your skin, your body shuddering from the rapid change in temperature on such a sensitive part of you. You sigh in pleasure, running your hands down the length of his torso, letting your palms run against each perfectly toned muscle of his build.

He releases your nipple with a pop, grinning arrogantly as he pushes up to take in the sight of you beneath him. Your eyes feast on his physique once more, noticing his dick is hardened and ready for more attention as he continues to press kisses to various parts of your body.

You smirk maliciously, eager to throw one last holiday pun in while you can before things get any further. “Better wrap that present up before you give it to me.” Your irises glimmer with mischief as you watch Namjoon’s features harden in annoyance. He watches you, shaking his head as a slight chuckle escapes his lips at your endearing determination to rile him up.

“Oh trust me, angel. I’m gonna give it to you hard.” Namjoon admits brazenly as he lifts one of your legs straight up, running his lips against your inner thigh as he greedily kisses and nibbles against the plump flesh. You watch him, entranced by the way he manipulates your body as you watch him slide his arms around your thighs, tugging you back so your back end is flush against the edge of the bed.

Namjoon aligns his hips so that the tip of his member probes the entrance of your swollen pussy, sliding in easily as he pushes into you until he’s completely sheathed inside of your vagina. “Namjoon!” You scream from suddenly being impaled on his cock, Namjoon tugging against your thighs to pull your body flush against his hips.

“You feel amazing, Y/N.” He pants as your velvet walls adjust around him, suffocating his dick as he gently pulls back out before thrusting himself back in. He pauses once again, savoring every sensation of his slow methodical thrusts, your body lurching in pleasure each time he slides himself back out before ramming back in.

“Fuck me faster, Namjoon.” You cry out, desperate to feel the build of your orgasm as he forces you to endure his deliciously slow torment. He’s holding your legs out, his fingers gripped around your ankles to prevent you from taking matters into your own hands, laying there defenseless.

He throws his head back with a groan at the sweet sound of you begging for him to fuck you faster, practically growling as he picks up the speed of his hips. “You want my dick like this?” He asked through short breaths, snapping his hips as the sound of his balls slapping against your drenched core echoes around you.

“Yes, Namjoon!” You moan, feeling your mind spin with pleasure as the crown of your head presses against the mattress, your hands clinging onto whatever you can possibly grab onto, feeling wonderfully full as Namjoon ruthlessly pounds into you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” He commands, his teeth clenched, jaw tight as your walls throb from the stimulation, feeling your body clench before convulsing around him, horrified by the amount of liquid between your legs. A couple more thrusts and he meets his own undoing, shooting warm strings of cum to coat your velvet walls, letting his head fall against your forehead as he releases your legs, letting them fall limp across the edge of the bed.

His weight crushes you as he lets his body relax from his release, shifting to lean on his arm to lay beside you, admiring the coloration of your cheeks spurred by his ministrations. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He grins happily, placing a kiss on your temple as he lets his head drop against the duvet to recover from the exertion of his actions.

You lay in a euphoric state, suddenly recalling the stunning ring adorning your finger. You lift your hand to admire the Christmas present, smiling as you tilt your head to the side to find the love of your life lying beside you. “That’s Mrs. Claus to you.” You grin mischievously, watching his eyes narrow despite the appearance of his dimples against his cheeks as a smile invades his lips.

“As long as you're mine, I’ll call you whatever you want.” He hums happily, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you on top of him, not giving a damn about the mess between the pair of you.

You feel as if you're floating, peering into his eyes with complete admiration as you lean forward to press a passionate kiss to his lips. “I love you too, Namjoon.” You add with a whisper, getting lost in another heated kiss. A glimmer of Namjoon’s magic sparkles against the ceiling above you to reveal a small green sprout blooming from the drywall, a glistening mistletoe hanging above you as you get lost in the passion of your loving embrace.

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