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tigertales9 · 5 months

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Hard Reset VI

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This fic mostly covers the bye week secret wedding with a little before and after.

Time/Place: Monday, Oct. 16, 2023 - Tuesday, Oct. 17, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio + the lakehouse

A/N: This is the sixth fic in the Hard Reset series.

This secret wedding/honeymoon fic has gotten totally out of hand, y'all! I've spent about 4 hours today trying to edit it, and instead I keep adding to it. It's like a runaway train that I'm no longer in control of! It's so long now that I might post it in 3 parts. I'm dropping this first part tonight which covers the secret wedding and a little more. The next chapter(s) will cover the rest of the honeymoon.

~ ~ Remember I posted a sneak peek of this fic, so if the first bit looks familiar, that's why. ~ ~

I'm also including a pic link from the Seahawks game to give a mental image of what Joe looked like during the bye week. Be sure to click the pic to zoom in.

Sexy Scruff

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Monday, 10/16/23 (the morning after the week 6 win against the Seahawks)

You moan at the feel of gentle pressure against your clit, your eyes fluttering open at the sound of Joe's husky voice in your ear.

"You awake?"

"I am now," you whisper, biting your lip as he continues to rub your sensitive bud while pressing wet kisses against your neck.

"I woke up thinking about last night and it made me horny," he admits as he continues to tease you.

"Mmmm," you hum, your mind rewinding to last night …

~ ~ ~

He'd made liberal use of the whipped cream, frosting your nipples with the sweet whip several times then licking and sucking it off while you squirmed underneath him; he finally made his way down your body, taking his time to frost your belly button and inner thighs, leaving love bites in sensitive places as you buried a hand in his hair and begged for more. You remember the look on his face when he tossed the can of cream aside, his eyes icy-hot with arousal. "I'm not gonna put any whipped cream here," he moaned, lapping at your wet folds, "because you already taste perfect."

~ ~ ~

The feel of one long finger sliding inside your slick heat brings you back to the present. "Last night was really hot," you sigh, a shiver running through you as he sucks a nipple while slowly pumping his finger in and out. "I'm still kinda sticky since I crashed before taking a shower," you mutter.

"Let me make you stickier then we can shower together," he coaxes, crawling on top of you and giving you a dirty grin when your thighs instinctively spread wide to accommodate his big body. "Okay?" he asks, pressing the tip of his erection against your entrance, holding still until you answer.

"Yes, sir," you breathe, arching up when he slides his shaft inside you and immediately starts thrusting, slow at first and then faster. You dig your fingers into his plump ass, a thrill running through you at the feel of his muscles tensing and reloading as he drives his hips forward again and again, still holding back a little until you're ready to take all of him. A delicious coil of tension builds in your core at the noise he makes low in his throat when you beg him to fuck you hard.

~ ~ ~

An hour and a half later -- after a couple of orgasms, a shared shower and a quick breakfast -- Joe slides the last dish in the dishwasher and wraps his hands around your waist as you place a jar of raspberry jam in the fridge. He drops a kiss on your lips as you pivot and look up at him. "I'll be home by noon," he promises. "Then we can finish packing for the lake."

"I'm already packed," you chuckle. "We're going for three nights not three weeks."

"Well, I still have a few things to pack," he states. "This whole thing was my idea and I just wanna make sure I get it right."

You rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips. "They have pretty much everything we need already there," you soothe, ruffling a hand through his hair while giving him a warm smile. "Clothes, toiletries and groceries are the main things we need to take, and we'll buy most of the groceries once we get there."

He returns your smile as he takes a deep breath. "Are you excited we're getting married tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I am. What about you?"

"Yeah." He leans down and presses a lingering kiss on your lips, holding eye contact as he leans back. "I can't wait. It feels like we've been heading for this since I first laid eyes on you."

"I agree."

He narrows his eyes at you playfully. "When you first laid eyes on me, you thought I was a typical fuck boy and wanted nothing to do with me."

"But you were very persistent," you grin, "and once I got to know you, I fell for you hard and fast." You bite your lip and break eye contact, looking at his chest as you continue. "I knew you had the ability to break my heart into a million pieces, and it scared the hell out of me, that's why I was reluctant to go out with you."

He places a finger under your chin and gently tilts your head up until you make eye contact with him again. "I felt the same way about you, and the truth is I'm still scared when I let myself dwell on it." He shrugs his broad shoulders, the action causing a rogue curl to pop loose from his slicked back hair and dangle against his forehead. "This secret wedding is a way to quiet the voices in my head."

"What are the voices saying?"

"That you're gonna leave me for some dude with a boring job."

"I thought we put that issue to bed," you scold playfully. "I'm not gonna leave," you continue. "You have nothing to worry about, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He takes a deep breath while he studies your face, his expression going from serious to playful. "Good." He leans down and gives you one more kiss before turning to head for the door. "I'll see you around noon," he says, giving you a wink before disappearing out the door.

You shake your head as the door closes behind him, a little perplexed, as usual, at his two very different demeanors -- super confident pro athlete who occasionally shows a major lack of confidence in his relationship with you.

"Life with him is never boring," you muse to yourself, shifting mental gears as you think about everything you need to get done today.

~ ~ ~

Several hours later -- after handling a final work issue before vacation -- you're finishing up a few errands, walking around a liquor store when your phone rings.

"Hey babe," you answer.

"Hey, where are you?" Joe asks.

"The liquor store. I'm getting some spiced rum to go in the apple cider we'll be buying at the farmers market fall fest."

"I'm starting to think you're looking forward to the fall fest more than the secret wedding," he chuckles.

"I'm looking forward to both," you admit, laughing along with him. "Where are you?"

"Home."

You check your watch, surprised to find it's almost 2:00. "Dang, I lost track of time."

"No problem, I didn't get home until about twenty minutes ago."

"How's the calf?"

"Good. Imaging was clean."

"Yay!"

"For real. Plus everyone was surprised that the swelling is so minimal." He gives a dirty chuckle before continuing. "I told 'em it must've been all that whipped cream I licked off of you last night."

"What?!"

"I'm kidding," he chortles. "I didn't say that, but I do think it helped."

"How would licking whipped cream off of me help with the swelling in your calf?"

"Because all of the swelling that would've been happening in my calf was happening in my dick instead. Get it?"

"You're demented."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You would," you snort. "Listen, I'll be home as soon as I find the spiced rum."

"We still having pizza?"

"Yes," you answer, "and then you're gonna play video games with the guys."

"Are you sure? I thought I might skip this week since we have so much going on."

"You planned this whole secret wedding and honeymoon; you deserve a break. Plus, I still need to try on a few things and decide what I'm wearing tomorrow for the ceremony."

"You'll be gorgeous in whatever you wear." His voice drops an octave as he continues. "Maybe I can watch you try on dresses instead of playing video games?"

"No sex tonight, daddy," you tease, giggling when he groans. "We decided to abstain tonight, remember? So tomorrow night will be even more intense."

"Yes, ma'am, I remember," he sighs. "Just don't complain tomorrow when I try to get you in bed super early."

"When have I ever complained about that?" you ask.

"Never," he admits.

"And I'm not about to start now," you soothe, ending the call when you finally find the spiced rum.

~ ~ ~

About thirty minutes later, you park your car in the garage, grab a couple bags of groceries plus the spiced rum and head in the house, dropping everything on the kitchen island before calling out for Joe. "Babe? Where you at? Did you order the pizza?"

You get no response but hear muted noises coming from the laundry room so head in that direction. "Babe?" you call again, walking into the laundry room just in time to see Joe frantically pulling some teal blue sheets out of the dryer and cramming them into a duffle bag. "What are you doing?" you ask. "Are those new sheets?"

"Yeah," he says sheepishly. "I … ummm … I was packing them for the trip."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't they have sheets at the Airbnb?"

"I mean … yeah … but …"

His deer-in-the-headlights look makes you narrow your eyes at him before he speaks up again.

"Listen," he says, running a hand through his hair before locking eyes with you. "We'll be sleeping on these sheets for the first time as husband and wife, and I want to keep them, okay?"

"Awww!" You smile at him and step closer. "That's so romantic and sentimental," you whisper, smiling even bigger when his cheeks turn bright red. His 'aw shucks' demeanor and blushing cheeks framed by sexy scruff make you want to climb him like a tree; he raises an eyebrow as you bite your bottom lip, easily reading your mind, as usual. You rise up on your tiptoes just as he wraps his hands around your waist, your mouths meeting in a kiss that starts slow but quickly heats up. His hands slide down to squeeze your leggings-clad butt just as the doorbell rings.

"Crap," he mutters against your slick lips. "That's the pizza."

"Good timing," you state, pressing another kiss on his lips before stepping back.

"You think getting cockblocked by pizza delivery is good timing?"

"Today it is since we're supposed to be abstaining from sex until tomorrow night."

He gives you a playful grimace. "That's gonna be tough since I can't be around you without wanting to fuck you stupid."

"Romantic, sentimental and horny," you giggle, shaking your head as you hurry to answer the door.

"That's a good combo though, right?" he calls after you.

"The best!" you answer, throwing him a wink over your shoulder just before you round the corner.

~ ~ ~

A couple hours later -- after eating some pizza, watching a little TV together, and shooing Joe off to play video games with his friends -- you're upstairs in your walk-in closet, trying on the first of three dresses to decide which one to wear for the secret ceremony. All of your possible choices are different shades of white and not super formal; no need for formality since the ceremony is taking place just down the hall in Joe's office with a county court judge leading y'all through bare minimum vows.

When you shimmy into dress number three, you know its the one -- a fitted, creamy-white halter dress that hits a few inches above your knees and shows a hint of cleavage and more than a hint of bare shoulders and back. You smile at your reflection in the full-length mirror as you step into a pair of nude stilettos. "Perfect," you whisper, stepping out of the shoes and hanging the dress back up before pulling on one of Joe's old-ass graphic tees.

You head downstairs to pour a glass of wine, peeking in Joe's office on your way back to the master bedroom. He's talking mad shit while pounding on his video game controller. He loves those guys like brothers, you think to yourself. Lots of folks seem amazed that he's still super close with his high school and college friends, but that's just who he is. Fame and fortune have made him more guarded and private, but on a fundamental level, he's still the same exact guy he always was.

"A damn good guy," you whisper under your breath, watching him for another minute before heading down the hallway to the bedroom. You crawl into bed and get comfortable, opening your laptop to prepare to video chat with your bestie.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tuesday, 10/17/23

The next morning -- after a good night's sleep and a leisurely breakfast together -- y'all go your separate ways to prepare for the day. Joe takes the clothes he's wearing for the ceremony and his toiletries downstairs to a guest bathroom, insisting on not seeing you in your dress before the ceremony.

You smile as you think back to your conversation at breakfast.

~ ~

"Just get ready except for putting on your dress, okay?" he asked, biting into a piece of fried ham. "Then holler at me 'cause I have some jewelry I want to give you."

"So I shouldn't be wearing any jewelry?"

"Just your engagement ring."

~ ~

You take a deep breath as your mind snaps back to the present; you stare at your nude reflection in the bathroom mirror, satisfied that your usual routine of washing, conditioning, shaving, exfoliating, moisturizing, etc. has left you supple and sweet smelling. A fresh coochie wax and mani/pedi round out the grooming basics you regularly subject yourself to.

"Must be nice to be a man," you chuckle to yourself, thinking back again on your breakfast convo when Joe asked you if he should shave his scruff for the ceremony.

~ ~

"No!" you protested, both of you laughing at your aggressive tone as you continued. "I want to enjoy some honeymoon scruff action."

"Can't argue with that," he purred, giving you a filthy wink.

~ ~

"Can't wait for that," you whisper, smiling at your reflection as you slip into a creamy-white silk shorty robe.

Forty minutes later -- after applying some makeup and styling your hair in a simple french twist -- you open the bathroom door to holler for Joe, a big grin gracing your face when you find him sitting on the bed waiting for you. "Hope you haven't been waiting long," you state, beckoning him into the bathroom.

"Nope," he blurts, looking more than a little nervous as he hops up and walks toward you. "It didn't take me very long to set up the cameras in my office, and I'm too nervous to concentrate on anything else." He gives you a smile that more closely resembles a grimace. "This is not what I'm wearing, by the way," he continues, gesturing at his t-shirt and sweatpants. "I'm just waiting until the last minute to get dressed so I don't end up looking like a wrinkled mess."

"I know what you're wearing," you chuckle, pulling him into a hug, careful not to crush the black velvet box he's holding. "I helped pick it out, remember?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckles along with you, leaning into the hug for several heartbeats before stepping back.

"I'm nervous, too," you soothe, studying his face to try and read his mood. "Are you getting cold feet?"

"What? God no!" he scoffs. "My feet have never been hotter!" You giggle at his dramatic delivery as he continues. "Seriously … I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life."

You raise an eyebrow. "More than a Super Bowl win?"

"I said what I said," he states. "More than anything including a Super Bowl win."

"Damn, you're down bad," you tease.

"You just now figuring that out?"

"No, sir. The good news is I'm down just as bad."

"No way," he grins. "I'm def down badder." You playfully roll your eyes as he lifts a hand to touch one of the tendrils of hair framing your face. "You look beautiful," he whispers.

"Thank you. So do you."

He gives you a skeptical look before taking a deep breath. "Let me compose myself for a sec." He takes another deep breath before continuing. "So … since we're waiting until our official ceremony to exchange wedding rings, I wanted to get you something to commemorate today." He holds the black velvet box out to you. "I hope you like it."

You take the box from him and open it, your breath catching at the matching necklace and earrings, dazzling diamond solitaires the same cut as your engagement ring. "Oh my gosh, Joe," you whisper, your gaze shifting between the lavish jewelry and his beautiful smiling face. "They're exquisite," you sigh, blinking back happy tears. "Thank you so much, babe, I love them." You rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss against his lips. "Help me put the necklace on," you ask excitedly.

"Check that little pocket under the lid first," he orders.

You tilt the box a bit so you can see what he's talking about. "What's in here?" you ask, reaching into the pocket that you didn't even notice while ogling the jewelry. "A mini magnifying glass," you murmur as you pull it out, giving Joe a quizzical look. "What's this for?" you giggle, holding it up to one eye while grinning. "I certainly don't need it to see these gorgeous diamonds."

He returns your smile before pointing at the necklace. "See that tiny tag just beside the clasp?"

"Yeah."

"There's something engraved on there that you can only see with a magnifying glass."

"Really?" your smile gets even bigger as you lean in and read the inscription; it's each of your initials -- with your last initial changed to 'B' -- plus today's date. "Oh my gosh, I love it!" you enthuse. "It's romantic, sentimental and also super shiesty."

"Exactly," he chuckles, taking the box and magnifying glass from you and setting them on the marble countertop. "Let's see how it looks on you," he states, gently lifting the necklace from its velvet nest before stepping behind you; you watch in the mirror as he drapes it on your neck and quickly secures it, pressing a kiss against the tiny tag nestled against the nape of your neck.

"It's gorgeous," you whisper as you look at it in the mirror.

"You're gorgeous," he states, dropping another lingering kiss on your neck.

"I've got something for you, too," you murmur, pulling a drawer on your vanity open to grab a small black velvet bag you stashed there earlier; you hand it to him with a sheepish smile. "Not as expensive as what you got me, but I hope you like it."

He loosens the drawstring and pulls out a narrow black wristband, tilting it to read the inscription stamped in white on the inside; it's the exact same as the one he chose for your necklace -- both of your initials plus the date. "I love that we're always on the same wavelength," he states, the look in his eyes causing a sizzle of heat to race down your spine as he slides the band onto a wrist, moving it around until it nestles right where he wants it among his other bands. "I love it, and I love you," he continues, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

"I love you, too," you whisper. "I can't believe I'm about to be your wife."

"Are you happy?" he asks. "Because I'm ridiculously happy, and I hope you are too."

"I'm so happy I can hardly stand it," you smile, framing his face with your hands, his scruff soft against your skin as you pull him down for another kiss; he leans into it for several heartbeats before reluctantly pulling back.

"I better go," he sighs before heading for the door. "Don't forget your earrings," he reminds you, giving you one last look before disappearing.

Thirty minutes later you're standing in Joe's office, waiting anxiously for the ceremony to begin. You eventually hear the doorbell ring and take a deep, calming breath as you hear voices and footsteps headed up the stairs.

The judge -- a woman in her mid-fifties with a tidy bob haircut and a friendly smile -- breezes into the office just ahead of Joe, holding a hand out when she sees you.

"You must be Y/n," she says. "I'm Judge Sheila."

"Nice to meet you," you state, shaking her hand.

"You too." She drops her briefcase on Joe's desk. "You kids are pulling a fast one on everybody, huh?" she asks, her eyes twinkling as she looks back and forth between you.

"Yes, ma'am," you laugh. "Our actual wedding will happen this off-season."

"Well, your secret is safe with me," she promises, opening her briefcase and pulling out a piece of paper. "I need y'all to sign this marriage license, and I'll act as a witness."

You feel the heat of Joe's gaze on you as he takes in your fitted halter dress and nude stiletto heels; his eyes linger on the substantial diamond studs twinkling in your earlobes and the solitaire necklace sitting pretty just above a tasteful hint of cleavage. "You look amazing," he whispers as he brushes by you and walks to his desk.

"You too," you murmur, your gaze raking over his tall frame adorned in charcoal gray dress slacks and a fitted blue-gray button-down dress shirt, the color making his eyes shift like a chameleon depending on how the light hits him.

You watch as he pulls a matte platinum pen that you've never seen before out of the top desk drawer and hands it to you; you inhale subtle deep breaths to calm your nerves as you sign the legal document, taking a second to inspect the pen after signing your name, noticing it has the same inscription as your necklace and his wristband engraved on it. You give Joe a look as he takes the pen from you and leans down to sign his name. Romantic and sentimental, you muse to yourself.

"Where should I stand?" Judge Sheila asks, picking a piece of lint off the sleeve of her black jacket. "I know y'all are videoing so just tell me where you want me."

"Why don't you stand behind the desk and we'll stand in front of it," Joe directs. "We have three cameras recording," he continues, pointing at a couple of bookcases and a trophy shelf where the cameras are located.

"Got all the angles covered," she states with approval as she positions herself behind the desk; she waits for you and Joe to take your places before getting down to business.

"Joe and Y/n, as I guide you in exchanging your vows today, you will each declare your intentions for a lasting partnership in love and marriage. Are you prepared to do this?"

"Yes!" you answer simultaneously, giggling a bit and exchanging smiles before returning your attention to the judge.

She smiles at your beaming faces before speaking again. "Turn and face one another and join hands."

She waits a few seconds for y'all to do her bidding before proceeding.

"Joe, do you take Y/n to be your wife, to live together in matrimony from this day forward, to love her, honor her, comfort her, cherish her, and keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Joe squeezes your hands gently and blinks several times to hold back tears as the judge speaks up again.

"Y/n, do you take Joe to be your husband, to live together in matrimony from this day forward, to love him, honor him, comfort him, cherish him, and keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," you answer, chill bumps running the length of your arms at the look on Joe's face. I'll never forget that look, you think to yourself as the judge continues.

"By the authority granted to me by the State of Ohio, it is my privilege to pronounce you husband and wife. Joe, you may kiss your bride."

He leans down and captures your lips, placing his hands on your waist for a few seconds before slowly sliding one hand upward, resting it on your bare back for several heartbeats before continuing up to cup the nape of your neck; you grip his shoulders and lean into him as he changes the angle of his head slightly to deepen the kiss, his thumb caressing your neck as his tongue tangles with yours.

After what seems like too long and not nearly long enough, he breaks the intense kiss and rests his forehead against yours as y'all try to regain composure.

"Hooo-wee! That kiss was a doozy!" the judge chortles.

"Sorry, your honor," Joe mumbles, making a sheepish face. "I got a little carried away."

"No need to apologize," she grins. "Your emotions are red-lining I would imagine."

"Pretty much, yeah," he admits, squeezing your hand and smiling at you as the judge whisks the signed marriage license into her briefcase.

"Allow me to be the first person to congratulate you on your marriage," she states. "I know y'all are videoing, but would you like me to take a few pics of you before I leave?"

"Thank you, that would be great," you answer, grabbing your phone and handing it to her while you pose with Joe. She snaps several pics, suggesting a few different poses and smiling after each shot.

"I think I missed my calling," she jokes as she hands your phone back. "If this whole judge thing craps out, I just might become a wedding photographer."

You laugh along with her as she grabs her briefcase and heads for the door. "I'll leave you two alone so y'all can deal with those big emotions." She gives you a cheeky wink and exits the room with the same brisk stride she entered with, Joe right behind her as he sees her out.

You take a couple of deep breaths and roll your shoulders to relieve some tension, smiling at Joe when he returns a few minutes later; he heads straight for you, wrapping you in a tight hug. "Mrs. Burrow, have I ever told you you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?" he whispers against your ear.

"Several times, but I never get tired of hearing it." You lean back and frame his face with your hands. "And you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

"Don't lie," he snorts, his expression letting you know he's kidding but also looking for a little validation.

"I'm not lying!" you argue playfully. "Hook me up to a lie detector and I'll prove it!"

"Okay, I got one right here," he teases, reaching for his zipper as you both bust out laughing.

Once you finally compose yourselves, he speaks up. "Were you nervous as hell? 'Cause I was so nervous and giddy I thought I was gonna pass out for a sec."

"Me too," you agree. "I literally couldn't feel my face during the vows."

"Now imagine saying our personalized vows in front of a huge crowd of people."

You laugh at his grimace. "We have several more months before we have to worry about that." You walk behind the desk and open the top drawer, pulling the engraved pen out. "Romantic and sentimental," you tease, wagging it at him.

"Don't forget horny," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. "Speaking of that," he continues, walking up behind you and pressing his crotch against your butt; he places his hands on the desk on either side of you, trapping you in his embrace. "I need you to do something for me, okay?" he purrs, the husky tone of his voice causing your core to react.

"Okay," you whisper. "What do you need?"

He drops a kiss on the nape of your neck before nestling his mouth against your ear. "See … I have this whole romantic, sentimental night planned for us at the lakehouse -- something I've been planning for a long time -- but I have a dilemma."

"What's the dilemma?" you ask, your breath catching in your throat when he grinds his erection against you.

"That's the dilemma," he groans. "I need you to tell me it's a bad idea to bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless."

"Wh … why is it a bad idea?" you stammer.

"Because I want to make love to you for the first time as husband and wife in that big bed under that huge skylight."

"That will be amazing and very romantic."

"Yeah, I've been fantasizing about it forever," he admits. "But I also want to shove this pretty little dress up to your waist, slide your panties off and bury my tongue inside you right fucking now."

You whimper at the mental image as a gush of liquid heat floods your core.

"I need you to talk me down," he urges, sinking his teeth in your shoulder hard enough to sting then licking gently to soothe it.

"I … what? … Shit, I can't think straight." You take a deep breath and try to organize your thoughts. He's been planning this romantic wedding night for ages, you think to yourself. He even made a secret trip to move that bed and bought, washed and packed a set of damn sheets, so you need to push your horniness aside and make the right choice here. "Okay, listen," you state, taking another deep breath before continuing. "I would love for you to bend me over this desk right now, but we've done that several times before and will do that several times in the future, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You pivot in his embrace until you're facing him. "But we only get one chance to do the romantic thing you've been planning for ages -- which sounds freaking amazing -- so I think we should simmer down, take a cold shower and go do the damn thing."

He takes in your smile and swallows hard, heaving a deep sigh before returning your smile. "That's definitely the right choice," he agrees.

"Plus we can always recreate this exact scene when we get back from the lake." His eyebrows creep upward as you continue. "I'll put on this same outfit, same hair and makeup, and you can do the same minus the makeup."

"See, I knew you'd come up with the perfect solution," he states. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because most of your blood supply is in the wrong head right now to be doing deep thinking," you giggle.

"For real. I'm seriously taking a cold shower," he grumps.

"Me too, but def not together."

"Are you gonna rub one out?"

"No, I'll wait. What about you?"

"I'll wait. But I might bust in like thirty seconds when we finally get down to it."

"We've got all night, so that won't be a problem," you soothe.

"We've got the rest of our lives," he states with a wink.

"You're getting more romantic by the minute," you gush, "and I absolutely love it." You press a quick kiss on his lips before heading for the door. "Let's hurry up and get showered and changed; I'm ready to get started on that whole 'rest of our lives' thing."

You're halfway out the door when a thought hits you. "Oops!" you chirp, spinning back around and giving Joe a grin. "I guess we got all of that on video," you whisper, laughing when his eyes go wide. "You can just edit it out, right?" you ask.

"I'll edit it if we ever decide to show anybody, but I'll def keep the uncut vids for us," he grins, heading to turn off the cameras while you head to take a quick shower and change clothes.

~ ~ ~

About halfway into your drive to the lake, another thought hits you. "Oh my God, I just remembered something. When you called the judge 'your honor' after our kiss, "WAP" immediately started playing in my filthy mind." You clear your throat dramatically before launching into a few lyrics. "Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes …"

Joe chuckles along with you as your voice trails off. "It's only fitting since we're gonna reenact that song for the next several days," he teases. "At least the wet ass pussy part," he clarifies.

"No handcuffs and leashes?" you faux grumble.

"I forgot to pack 'em," he plays along, sliding his sunglasses down his nose a few inches before turning his head to give you a look over the top of the frames. "But we can improvise," he purrs. "You know I'm down for whatever."

"Better keep your eyes on the road, horndog," you giggle, a thrill running through you when he returns his attention to the road while squeezing your thigh. "Anyway," you continue. "I'm gonna cue up something for us to sing together. What sounds good?"

"How 'bout some Kid Cudi?"

"You got it," you agree, cranking the volume as the first notes sound, smiling as your combined voices -- out of tune but full of joy -- mingle as y'all cruise down the highway toward your destination.

~ ~ ~

A few hours later, y'all finally pull into the long, winding driveway of the lakehouse, each of you still singing the praises of the food you just ate at the Lake Lodge restaurant.

"That trout was delicious, and they have like ten other things on the menu I wanna try," Joe gushes. "Can't wait to go back."

"Everything was delicious," you agree, smiling at him as he parks the car in front of the tall, modern, perfectly awesome house.

"I'll pull into the garage later," he states, hopping out and grabbing a small cooler and tote bag from the back seat. "Right now we need to hurry to the back deck to catch the sunset."

You follow him up a winding path to the side of the house, watching as he inputs a security code into a gate before ushering you through it into a vast backyard. You walk up some stairs to a large elevated deck, admiring the expansive lawn that gives way to a beautiful, open water lake view. "It's just stunning," you breathe, "and so private. There are no other houses really close which is awesome." You turn to look at the house, your eyes going wide as you take in the outdoor furniture. "Wasn't there different outdoor furniture in the Airbnb pics?" you ask, checking out a loveseat that's situated in front of a coffee table with a built-in fire pit, both items looking brand new and more than a little familiar.

"Yeah," Joe shrugs as he sets the cooler and tote bag down on the coffee table. "The homeowner, Mr. Thompson, said he'd be replacing the old stuff since it was kind of beat."

"It didn't look beat in the pics," you murmur, raising an eyebrow as you turn your head to check out the dining table with six chairs. "Isn't this the same outdoor furniture we have at home?"

"Yep, Mr. Thompson asked me for a recommendation," Joe explains. "Him and his wife recently retired and are living in Florida full time now, and they didn't want to spend a lot of time trying to pick something out." He gives you a smile as he continues. "It looks good out here, don't you think?"

"It looks great," you agree, returning his smile. "You have impeccable taste."

He laughs at your cheeky tone. "You have the impeccable taste since you picked it all out to begin with. I just did a copy and paste."

"You wanna light the fire pit?" you ask.

"Let's do that tomorrow, okay? I wanna do the sunset champagne toast then I have a surprise to show you inside."

You turn and look at the house again, noticing that all of the blinds are drawn on the row of large windows overlooking the deck. "A surprise, huh?" you muse, your mind spinning at the possibilities until it settles on one. "Joseph Lee, there better not be a bunch of people in there waiting to yell 'surprise' at me."

He laughs as he pulls two champagne flutes out of the tote bag and a bottle of champagne out of the cooler; he easily pops the cork, pouring two glasses while shaking his head. "You really think my anti-social ass invited a bunch of folks to our private getaway?"

"I mean … no … but …"

"Nobody's in the house," he assures you, handing you a glass of bubbly before holding his glass up to propose a toast. "To my beautiful wife. I'm so happy I get to do life with you."

You feel your throat tighten with emotion as you clink your glass against his and take a sip of champagne. You give him a smile and hold your glass up. "To my beautiful husband. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

He clinks his glass against yours and you both take a sip before he gives you a quizzical look. "Hold up," he mutters. "Happiest woman on which planet?"

"This one," you laugh.

"Okay, just checking." He laughs with you for a bit before continuing. "I mean, if you were talking about Mars or something that kind of changes things."

"We're not on Mars, goober," you grin.

"True," he concedes, turning his head to look at the lake before recapturing your gaze. "This is way better than Mars."

"For sure."

He holds his glass up for another toast. "To making memories here for years to come."

You clink your glass against his and take a sip. "Are we gonna get a standing reservation here?" you ask excitedly, your eyes taking in the multi-colored sunset as it reflects off the lake. "I'd love to come several times a year since it's so close to home. I mean, an hour and a half drive is nothing, and it feels like a totally different world from the city." He gives you an enigmatic smile as you continue. "I know you're busy so I'll be happy to make the reservations."

"This house is no longer on the Airbnb market," he sighs. "It recently sold to a different owner."

"Oh damn," you grumble. "I didn't know it was for sale. Well, I'm not surprised somebody snapped it up because it's amazing. We'll just enjoy it while we can."

He sets his glass on the table and reaches into the tote bag, pulling a file folder out while giving you a wink. "It actually wasn't for sale," he states as he slides some papers out and hands them to you.

"What's this?" you ask, your eyes scanning the formal document.

"A deed," he answers, pointing at a certain line on the page.

You read his name and your name followed by a somewhat familiar address. Then you read it again, a little slower, before locking eyes with him. "You bought this lakehouse?"

"We bought this lakehouse," he grins. "Made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse."

"Are you serious?" you whisper.

"Yep. I know how much you love your parent's lakehouse, and I love it too. We've had some great times there, so I thought it'd be nice to have our own lakehouse we can come to whenever we want."

You smile like a lovesick fool, trying to suppress happy tears as he continues.

"Every pic and vid I've seen of you at your parent's place -- starting when you were about five years old -- you have the biggest smile on your face, kinda like right now." He matches your smile before speaking again. "We can come here as often as you want, and one of these days we'll bring our kids here and create those same amazing memories for them that you have from your childhood."

Your emotions are so big you literally can't speak, happy tears freely rolling down your cheeks. He takes the deed and your glass and sets them on the table, wiping your tears before pulling you close; he leans down and nestles his mouth against your ear as he continues. "I was looking forward to experiencing a lot of firsts here tonight as husband and wife -- first champagne toast, first sunset, first time we make love, but first time I make you cry wasn't on the list."

"They're happy tears," you wheeze against his broad chest. "Sorry, I can't help it."

"I'm teasing," he soothes, leaning back and looking down at you with a look on his face you'll never forget. "I'm just glad you're happy."

"If I was any happier, I'd spontaneously combust." You give an inelegant sniff as you continue. "I mean, it's absolutely amazing to me that such a hardass pro athlete is also romantic as hell. Like seriously romantic. This whole day has been like a dream."

He blushes so hard even his ears turn red. "It's your fault," he mumbles. "There's something about you that makes me act like this."

"I'm not complaining, babe," you giggle, pulling him down for a kiss. "I love it," you breathe against his lips. "Wouldn't change it for anything."

"I'm glad you love it," he mutters, deepening the kiss for a bit before pulling back. "But if you ever tell anybody I'm a raging romantic, I'll deny it to hell and back."

"All of your secrets are safe with me."

"Oh yeah?" he gives you a wicked grin. "What if I have some deep, dark secret that you don't know about yet?"

"Like what?"

He furrows his brow as he thinks about the question. "Like … what if I told you I'm a serial killer?"

You don't miss a beat. "Well, good thing we're married because we have spousal immunity. I can't be forced to testify against you."

He snort-laughs before taking in your serious demeanor. "Are you for real?"

"Yeah."

"If you knew I was a serial killer, you wouldn't testify against me?"

You shrug. "I mean, if you got arrested I assume they'd have enough evidence to put you away without any testimony from me. We've watched enough Forensic Files to know you can't get away with shit these days."

"Would you visit me in prison?" he asks, giving you a naughty grin. "Maybe give me some conjugal visits?"

"Yeah." You grin back at him, getting into the idea. "I mean you do look amazing in orange."

He throws his head back, his laughter loud in the stillness of the gathering dusk. "Thank you. Now I have a new idea for role-playing," he teases.

"Prison guard and the hot inmate?"

"I was thinking a hot psychologist trying to understand what makes a serial killer tick." His expression goes from playful to suggestive as he gives you a slow once-over before continuing. "You can wear that black pinstripe suit -- the one with the pencil skirt -- and some fuck-me pumps."

"Because of course a woman with a PhD in forensic psychology would wear fuck-me pumps to interview a serial killer."

"Of course," he grins "and definitely no panties."

"You've been watching too much porn," you giggle.

"I don't need porn when I have a smoking hot wife and a dirty mind."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you tease, a thrill running through you at the way "wife" easily rolled off his tongue. "Where can we get you an orange jumpsuit?"

He shrugs. "I can wear an orange sweatshirt and sweatpants."

"And no panties."

"Definitely no panties," he laughs. "Do you still have those fake glasses from when you dressed up as a naughty librarian for Halloween?" he asks. "Those would be hot with that outfit."

"Oh my God, I forgot about the naughty librarian outfit," you whisper, your mind flashing back to that Halloween party several years ago.

~ ~ ~

Y'all had only been dating for a few months, and it was your first Halloween together. You didn't intend to go to any parties but got a last minute invite from one of his LSU teammates who lived in the same apartment complex. Y'all had quickly half-assed a couple of costumes -- naughty librarian and the stuffy, know-it-all physics professor.

Most of the other girls at the party had been half naked, but the 'naughtiness' in your costume had been implied -- tight sweater that hugged your curves tucked into a long plaid skirt with black tights and sensible heels. Your hair was up in a tidy bun and your plump lips featured a dark berry lip stain that Joe couldn't keep his eyes off of. The fake eyeglasses really set the whole look off, and it wasn't until y'all were a few drinks in -- making out in a dark hallway -- that Joe realized your tights were actually thigh-highs and your panties -- way up underneath that long skirt -- were crotchless (a gag gift from your bestie). The look on Joe's face when he hit paydirt still resonates in your mind.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Are these …"

"Crotchless panties?" you giggled at the look on his face. "Yeah."

"Let's go," he ordered, pulling his hand out from under your skirt and quickly leading you toward the door.

The sex that night had been next-level raunchy. You ended up in nothing but the thigh-highs and crotchless panties, straddling him as he lay naked on his back on the bed; he kissed you breathless before wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you forward until you were basically doing the splits on his face. It was the first time you sat on his face, and you were just tipsy enough from the punch you drank at the party to not be self-conscious about it. He gripped your plump ass with his big hands, holding you in place as he thrust his tongue inside you in a relentless rhythm, occasionally latching onto your clit and sucking with the perfect amount of pressure to make you claw at the headboard before sliding his tongue back down to your core literally a split second before triggering your climax. He did this over and over until you were a quivering, begging mess by the time he finally finished you, your cries of pleasure still echoing in the bedroom when he flipped you on your stomach and entered you from behind, riding you hard as you did your best to fuck back against him on your shaky legs.

~ ~ ~

"Damn," His deep voice pulls you out of memory lane. "That was so fucking hot. We def need to revisit that outfit on you one of these days."

"We'll see," you grin, a delicious thrill running through you knowing you've packed a slightly different version of that outfit -- crotchless panties, thigh-highs and a lace-front underbust corset that serves your bare breasts up on a platter. You hadn't even been thinking about the naughty librarian get-up when you packed that lingerie ensemble, but you'd def been thinking about the hot sex y'all had that night once he got you alone. A quick thought pops in your head. "Do you wanna revisit the entire naughty librarian outfit, or just the thigh-highs and crotchless panties?"

"I mean, I love you in whatever you wear," he rushes to say, his cheeks turning pink like he got caught thinking something extra naughty.

"I know," you reassure him, leaning forward to give him a kiss. "So just the thigh-highs and crotchless panties, right?" you tease.

"Yeah," he grins. "If that's okay."

"I think I can make that happen sometime in the future." He never pressures you to wear lingerie, which is one of the reasons you love wearing it for him. "Let's go inside," you continue. "It's getting a little chilly out here."

"Hold on, let's get a quick pic with the sunset first." He digs his phone out of his pocket and positions himself with his back to the lake, waiting for you to snuggle against him before snapping a pic; y'all both check the pic out, smiling at each other at how great it turned out.

"We look really good together, don't we?" he asks, still admiring the pic. "Really, really good," you agree, turning your attention back to the pic as he holds his phone closer to you -- you're wearing black leggings, black leather knee boots and a fitted teal wrap sweater that barely covers your booty. He's wearing black jeans, black and white sneakers, and a gray thermal henley. Both of you are wearing big smiles as the sunset creates a halo around you.

"That pic is epic," he mutters, "like hang it in the Louvre, epic." He eventually shoves his phone back in his pocket before waving a hand at the stuff on the table. "I'll come back for this stuff in a bit, but first I wanna carry you over the threshold." He picks you up bridal style and carries you toward the door, easily holding you while punching in the security code.

"You ready for this, Mrs. Burrow?" he asks.

"I'm so ready," you answer, your heart full of everything you ever hoped for as he opens the door and carries you inside.

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s3lfinvolvedh3athen · 8 months

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I'M TAKING SUCH GOOD CARE OF MY LITTLE WHITE BOYS MDNI (18+) NSFW

Zendaya ate this line so mf bad.

Blackf!reader x Armin x Eren.

Warnings: drug use (mary jane), vulgar language, allusion to s3x.

nails, fit

part 1,

armin: yo, you still coming over?

reader: yeah, just gotta finish some errands rq

armin: ayt eren's gonna be here too so imma leave the door open

reader: ouu, okay bruno mars

armin: *side eye*

Giggling at the messages, you look up when you hear your order called.

"Matcha frappucino for y/n"

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, you walk up to the counter and thank the barista with a smile.

Yeah, okay. So your 'errands' weren't exactly errands. Who cares? You're sipping on a Frappuccino, your nails are done and a Sephora bag's draped over your wrist. If anything, today's been productive.

Strolling out of the starbucks, you make your way towards your car. Taking in the iridescent sunset and skyline.

Getting into the vehicle, you situate yourself before peeling off. Opting for silence in favour of music cause let's be real, there's only so many times you can listen to the same 7 songs. Plus, this gives you a chance to appreciate the 'little things' in life.

Or at least that's the excuse you'd be using. Honestly, you were weirdly freaking out and couldn't understand why. Today was chill and now you were gonna smoke, munch and head home to sleep. So why did it feel like your guts were trying to claw their way out of your stomach? Violently? Maybe this was a sign to stop doing 'drugs'... lmao nah that couldn't be it.

Stopping at a red light, you use this as a chance to take a sip of your frappuccino and hopefully calm your nerves. Yeah, the crystal-like texture worked to cool you down. But it also scratched and irritated your throat. Making you wonder if it was really the best drink choice... it totally was. Risk and reward. You'd back the drink and pop a lozenge.

Finishing the rest of your matcha, you fish around in your glove compartment for the hard medicated 'candy' that would provide you with relief. Placing the lozenge into your mouth, you drive off at the unsubtle change in light colour.

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Tossing the controller in frustration, Eren flops onto his belly on the floor with a drawn-out groan. "Fuck this game, and fuck the both of y'all"

Sealing the paper with an amused grin, Armin lights the J and inhales before handing it to you. Exhaling as he responds to the brunettes dramatics "Shhh, you're scaring the bud"

"WARIO CHEATS"

Ghosting your drag, you take another puff before passing to Eren with a shake of your head.

"You say that every time, maybe you just suck"

What else was his response gonna be if not a childish immitation of what you just said.

The three of you pass the J around while making light conversation. Ashing the roach and placing it on a stray napkin, your ears perk at Eren's suggestion.

Never have i ever

Humming in agreement, you shift on the couch closer to the blonde when Eren gets up off the floor and gestures for you to make space.

Plopping onto the couch, he stills before turning to look at you judgementally.

"Fix your face, what's wrong with you?"

"Dude, your ass is hella warm. Got the seat feeling like a furnace, you been farting or something?"

Guffawing at the absolute nerve, you launch one of the throw pillows at his head while kissing your teeth.

"Shut the fuck up man-bun."

"Aye, aye, aye. The ladies love this man-bun"

Pausing at his words, the three of you exchange looks before bursting into laughter. Yeah, y'all were toasted and the dry mouth was starting to make you uncomfortable.

Getting up, you asked if they needed anything from the kitchen before getting yourself some water.

Leaning on the island while sipping from a glass, you let your eyes wander around the kitchen. You've been in this kitchen countless times but never seem to get over how nice it was.

As you continued your scan of the space, you heard footsteps approaching you. Turning around, you were met with the duo questioningly looking at you. Hints of red dancing in the whites of their low eyes.

"Dude, you've been in here for 10 minutes"

"Awhhh, did you guys miss me?" you teased, turning back to place your glass on the counter before hopping up to sit.

"Maybe"

"Yes"

Smiling at the two when they simultaneously respond, you pick up your glass before draining its contents.

"You guys are actually obsessed with me, it's getting concerning" you drawl out with feigned worry lacing your tone.

"Man shut up, we have a game to play and it's dry with just two people"

"Facts, I'll start"

As the game progresses, armin and eren prop themselves on either side of you with one arm leaning on the counter. So far, things were pretty tame. Although, the questions were definitely starting to border on sexual... okay that's a lie. The questions were getting downright nasty. The three of you completely abandoned the 'never have I ever' part and just started interrogating each other.

"You're lying, there's no way the last time you had sex was three months ago. What about that guy you're always with?"

You confusedly turn your head in both directions, glancing at the two.

"Guy? What guy?"

"The guy with the weirdly coloured bowl cut. It's like... a pinkish red?"

Racking your brain for the 'guy' in question, you recoil when it hits you.

"Oh my God, do you mean Floch??? You think I'm having sex with Floch??"

"Whatever his name is"

"First of all, i'm not always with him you psychos. Second of all, he's not my type and honestly, I don't even think he likes me like that."

Noticing the two boys sharing a look. You tilt your head before asking about it.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That look you guys just gave each other"

There it is again. That stupid fucking look.

"Oh my godddd! If you guys are gonna leave me out then imma just leave" you bluff, moving to slide off the counter. Stopping when they both place a hand on your thighs to keep you in place.

You weren't really gonna leave but they didn't need to know that.

Rubbing circles on your left thigh and looking up into your eyes, Eren speaks up first.

"He definitely likes you like that"

You turn your head, fixing your gaze on the blonde when you feel his grip on your thigh get stronger. Tingles running up legs at the pairs actions.

"He looks at your ass constantly"

"Always got his hands on you in some way. Your shoulders, your waist."

You couldn't hold back chuckle sitting in your throat.

"Are you guys jealousss? Cause it sounds like you're jealous. Real bad." you drawl out with the same sing-song teasing voice you previously used. Poking fun and the guys cause there's no way they could be jealous.

But the tension in Armin's jaw and crease in Eren's brows told a different story. An unexplored story that may be better off staying as such. Unexplored.

Armin looks away from you, his next words causing the other males hand to strengthen its hold on your thigh similar to the latters.

"Yeah, and what if we are? Hm?"

And you felt it. That same feeling you experienced earlier. The violent twisting in your guts.

Your next words were an attempt to be humorous. A failed attempt to dispel the now intense energy in the kitchen.

"Damn, you guys keep this up and I'm gonna think you have a crush on me"

"Can you blame us though?"

Your voice so quite, it's almost as though you didn't say anything. Almost.

"What?"

Was this some kind of joke to them? Armin couldn't even look at you. And Eren? Eren couldn't stop looking at you.

Hopping off the counter with an exasperated sigh. You turn towards the pair, trying to gage the authenticity of their words before speaking.

"Look, i know i flirt with you guys and we joke around a lot but this isn't funny."

My god, your skin was on fire. You could still feel their touch on your legs. Still feel the subsequent tingles that lingered on your skin. You didn't know where to go from here and you needed space.

Eyes flickering to Armin when he approached you. Quelling your need for space and igniting your need for more when cups your cheek with his hand.

"We're not even remotely joking right now Y/n. You're free to leave whenever you want princess. I don't want that though. I want you to stay... we want you to stay."

My brain hurts so bad rn. Everybody shut the fuck up and appreciate this.

Imma definitely post part 2 soon but lmk what y'all think so far.

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brewed-pangolin · 1 year

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Blue Steel

Photo credit to @adlerboi

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

There is literally no plot here. Just our Johnny boy living his best life between your thighs. Hope y'all enjoy it

18+ MDNI Explicit Smut, Fem Receiving, power play, maybe a bit rough around the edges. Just absolute filth.

Word Count: 3.3k

You honestly don't know how this always happened. Merely moments ago, you were having the most romantic candlelit dinner; glistening pinot grigio, creamy risotto with a savory salmon filet that all but melted in your mouth, and the man that, for lack of a better word, had all but swept you off your feet. Now, that same man had you sprawled across your luscious king-sized bed, half naked, open and soaking for him, the only way he ever wanted you to be.

"Fuck, bonnie. Y'always this wet for me?"

The smugness in his tone sent a wave of shivers through your veins. He knew the effect he had on you, but he wanted to hear it. Needed it. Wouldn't continue until those words trickled down your lust ladened lips.

"Yes, Johnny. Always for you."

Your words were wrapped in a desperate whisper, almost embarrassingly so. Johnny knew how to quell the quiver in your voice, make you sing like the erotic songbird waiting in the roost.

"Atta girl. Gonnae be good ta y'now bonnie. Food'll never fill my need for tha' sweet pussy a'yers."

His words alone made your cunt squeeze around nothingness. Begging him, pleading him to fill you to the brim. Clenching the sheets into your fists, your body writhed in a neediness only Johnny could summon from within. You watched through hooded lids as he sank between your thighs, that smug grin permanently etched into the corner of his mouth. His blue eyes blazing, like the flame atop a towering steel mill furnace. This is where Johnny came alive, where he longed to be on those lonely nights with you a continent away.

"Need you, Johnny. Please."

Your pleas were answered by the soft tips of his fingers caressing the flesh of your thighs. His touch was fire blazing, fueling the burn deep within your core. It was the blow of cool air on your soaked lips that had your eyes rolling back into your skull, back arching, fingers tearing into the sheets above your head.

"So fuckin pretty, hen. Never gonnnae get enough a'this."

The warmth of his lips on you never seemed to not take your breath away. Johnny was intentionally soft, slow, and deliberate with his mouth when first tasting your cunt. Like he wanted to savor it, lock it away for safekeeping. You didn't know, and you didn't care. All you wanted was him and his talented tongue on your most sensitive parts, the pulsing bud nestled within your swollen folds. But Johnny was a patient man and longed to push you to your limits of pleasure.

He started at a glacial pace; languid swipes of his tongue, flattened out to taste and mark the entirety of your cunt. He lapped through your folds as if he was famished, your essence the only substance able to quench his insatiable thirst. Johnny's hands moved in tandem with the workings of his tongue, fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs in methodically slow circles.

"Johnny, please..."

Your whispered mewl reverberated in Johnny's ears, eliciting a moan deep within his throat, his lips pressing deeper into the flesh around your soaking mound. His talented tongue followed suit focusing on your pulsing clit, hands meandering over the curves of your hips and splaying across the flesh of your exposed stomach. Your body reacted to him instantly, hips straining off the bed greedily wanting him to take more. You were met with a firm hold, and as your gaze moved to the valley between your legs, you were met with a maelstrom of dueling blue orbs.

"Patience, bonnie. Wanna take my sweet time wit'ya."

You'll blame it on the wine, but as much as you loved Johnny when he was slow and methodical you wanted nothing of it tonight. Blood running fire hot, bottom lip pinned down by your teeth you thrusted your hips into him once more.

"Teasing fucking bastard."

Johnny froze, his mouth still encasing the flesh of your cunt, hot air bellowing onto your wet folds as he let out lengthy huff, releasing with a sloppy wet pop. His brow was furrowed, eyes fire and brimstone delicately laced in flowing cerulean silk.

"Bastard, eh? Keep it up lass, an I'll show ya how much'a fuckin tease I am."

You wanted to, needed to prod and poke the bear. Release the wild animal you knew was just under that taught skin of the controlled Scotsman. Your hand released the sheet above your head and traveled effortlessly down the curves of your body, dancing above your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The burning fire in his eyes dimmed as your fingers laced into the thick locks of his hawk atop his head, the softness of it always sent a shiver of pleasure trickling through your veins. With a firm clench, you fisted a clump near the back of his skull and reared his head enough to give his neck a tight strain.

"Steamin bloody Jesus, lass."

Frustration through gritted teeth, the languid movement of his Adam's apple protruding within his thick neck had your walls clenching. And the cocky smirk on his lips glistening with your juices gave you all the willpower you needed to let go and give yourself to him.

“Fuck me with your mouth, Johnny.”

"Aye. Tha's what I'm tryn'a do, bonnie. Now lemme git back t'it, yeah?"

Your sultry coo flipped a switch within him. His mouth returned to your mound aggressive, determined, and intent on eating you whole. Johnny's fingers matched the ferocity of his molten maw, kneading and digging into the flesh of your thighs, leaving a burning trail within their wake that would undoubtedly smolder into an array of warm bruises.

"So good, hen. Y'always taste so good for me."

You knew he was lost within you. Eyes draped under heavy lids, mouth working in a sinful rotation from your walls to your clit. The low rumbling groans sending wave after wave of shivers up your spine.

"Open your eyes, Johnny."

Your voice was barely above a whisper, yet commanding enough to rile him up from his desperate feeding. The flash of sapphire between your thighs like an igniting flame, blazing and fighting against a shrouded, abysmal darkness.

"That's it. Gimme that blue steel, baby."

You couldn't see his mouth, but the evidence of the smirk buried within you legs was plastered on his visible face. That raging blue fire swirled into a darker hue, colored in mischievous and malcontent intention. His pace began to slow. Rapid and focused swipes on your clit were replaced by gentle prods into your swollen folds. Deliberately he avoided your pulsing bud, your body writhing beneath him, needy for his attention on your aching cunt.

"C'mon Johnny, please."

Denial is all you got in response. Your fingers gripped into the fabric of the sheets, desperately trying to relieve the tension as his mouth moved around your soaking folds. Soft puffs of warm air trailed his teasing rebuttals.

"Teasin bastard, right bonnie?"

Clearly, he was enjoying the torturous effect he was having on you.

"Johnny, pleasaaaah...."

Your plea morphing into a gasp from a forceful stroke of his broad tongue. Slowly he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves, each pass sending a bolt of pleasure tingling straight to your tightening core. It was only for a mere few seconds, but each swipe felt like an eternity. As though you were brought back to the beginning, surrounded by nothingness, the dark emptiness collapsing around you. Johnny's hot touch was the catalyst to your rebirth, ignition to a universe bathed in decadent pleasure. His mouth latching onto your mound brought you back to reality, his focused appendage making quick and precise circles around your throbbing nub. The burning cauldron within your core reignited, bellows of heat radiating across your flesh like swaths of a raging wildfire.

Johnny could sense your impending orgasm; feel it in your trembling hips, hear it in your shaky breaths accompanied by the pleading mewls trickling through your lips. You were close, so close.

“Don’t stop, Johnny. Please don’t stop.”

Your body nearing convulsion, teetering on the edge of oblivion with every movement of his mouth. White hot veils wrapped around your vision and just when you were about to fall, he halted. Dead stop. The heat from his mouth dousing your folds with puffs of hot air, the feeble excuse of a moan released from your lips eliciting a groaning chuckle that vibrated through your overly sensitive cunt.

“Tha’s a sound I could get used to, bonnie. Like hearin ya beg for me.”

Johnny’s verbal tease lifted the veil like a fog over a distant bay, leaving you awash in coveted desperation, body aching, pleading. As your vision began to clear you were met with a blue-eyed devil in the valley of your thighs, poised and ready to possess you, ensnare and bring you down into the depths of his pleasured hell. Your jab at him earlier almost working too well, the need to cum overwhelming your need to tease. Delicately your hands cradled the flesh of his stubbled jaw, fingers wrapping around the curves of his chin as your thumb traced along the snaking divot of his scar.

“Soap MacTavish, you’re gonna regret that.”

Your threat dripped in molten nectar, a deadly sweetness beckoning to an unwavering participant. Gingerly you crept your top half off the bed, leaning on one arm as the fingers of the other danced across the skin of his neck. Finding their place at the base of his skull you let your nails gently dig into the flesh at the nape of his neck. Your commanding posture mimicked his dominant stance, even beneath you Johnny still had a towering aura about him. He welcomed this assertive side of you, willing to play this erotic tug-of-war you so haphazardly thrust upon him.

“Eat your heart out, Sergeant.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

There was a low rumble wrapped around his words, and the tone of his voice wavered from controlling to what you could only call passiveness. The balance had shifted, scales dipping into your favor. The blue-eyed Scotsman, tested soldier and skilled marksman, was at your disposal.

With measured tenderness you brought his mouth back to your moistened core, giving him the impression that he still had the upper hand, even if just barely. Once his mouth fully encased your mound and his tongue reclaimed your clit, your hips began to move. You started slow; a gradual sway of your pelvis, a light grinding motion that mirrored the undulating swaths of his lingual tip. Johnny’s arms wrapped around your legs in response, hands gripping and kneading into the curved flesh of your hips. He ate at you hungirly, every needy pass of his tongue deeper and more forceful than the one before. Johnny’s moans were barely audible now, but the message they held was easily detected by your fingers pressed to the back of his neck. Like the distant bellowing rumble on the plains he no longer wanted to be heard, he wanted to be felt. And feel it you did.

Gradually you added more pressure to the base of his skull, pushing him ever more into the walls of your swollen core. And every inaudible rumble reverberated into your cavernous hole, sending shockwaves of burning pleasure racing up to the recesses of your mind.

“You like this, dontcha Soap? Like it when I ride your face, yeah?”

You locked eyes with him again, those bright cerulean orbs blazing with greedy intention. His audible groan all the permission you needed to continue on your sexual conquest. You were in complete control; assertive and composed, affirming your authoritativeness you pressed your hips down firmly onto his gaping maw, riding him faster, harder. You were reveling in it, basking in the glory you had over him. Your victorious mewls echoed through the curves and walls of your bedroom, ricocheting and molding with the animalistic sounds coming from between your thighs.

The sultry symphony only heightened with the constant barrage on your clit. Johnny may have been passive but it didn’t lessen his workings on your pulsing nub, a constant ebb and flow between your folds and delicate bundle of nerves. You were lost in your wallowing, riding the high of your impending orgasm as the coil began to tighten, constrict on itself again. So caught up in your own pleasure you failed to feel his adjustment, his movement beneath you. It wasn’t until his tongue delved deep into your swollen hole that you even knew he moved. The air in your lungs escaped through a choking mewl, hand gripped into the sheets and his skin simultaneously to regain some semblance to reality.

But your resistance to him was waning, breaking around him with every stroke. The faster you moved on him, the stronger his grip became, and the deeper he buried himself within your hole. It felt like time stopped. Seconds felt like hours, the universe pausing to let you enjoy the closest thing to nirvana either of you had ever felt. Your head lulled back, eyes clenching shut to escape the confines of your walls. It was the tap on your hip that brought you crashing back into reality.

“Steamin fuckin hell, bonnie. Gimme a chance t’breathe, yeah?”

He was breathless, and breathtaking. Every inch from his cheeks to his chin was doused in your wetness, glistening over his lips while his tongue swept over the swollen flesh. The sight of it turned you into nearly shattered glass, and Johnny was the last pebble hurtling towards your broken state.

“C’mon, Soap. Keep it up, baby. And if you do I’ll gladly choke on that delicious cock a’yers.”

There was a shakiness to your voice, commanding with a soft mitigation. Johnny could sense the change in play again, the balance once again moving to his domain. And he aimed to use your slightened weakness to his advantage.

“Carefull, lass. Ya may regret that.”

Not spoken, not whispered, not moaned, not even beckoned. Soap fucking growled. And with that, you broke. You willingly succumbed to him, sprawling out in defeat, letting him devour you whole. Johnny was ravenous, famished, wanted nothing more than to feast on your cunt. It was wet, sloppy, and beautifully disgusting. If it was anyone else, you would have been embarrassed. But for Johnny, this was his salvation.

His swollen lips like suction cups around the flesh of your hole, broad tongue pulsing into your needy cunt, strong muscular arms dangerously wrapped around the flesh of your thighs, and his rough hands fastening you to the fabric of your bed. It was so much, yet still not enough. Every fiber within you was tight, begging, and burning for the release that had been denied for so long. The sensation sending goosebumps stampeding over your taught flesh, combined with the bellowing fire radiating within your belly you all but shattered around him.

“Don’t stop, Johnny. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Your mewl was desperate, pleading. And fortunately for you own sanity, Soap gave no indication to do so. He was gone, lost in the paradise of your soaking pussy, a stalking predator on the hunt for the most savory prey.

Once more the white veil crept into the corners of your vision; its warm embrace beckoning, welcoming, wrapping tightly around into an all consuming hold. Like a chained-down prisoner you let it envelop you, white hot tendrils like lightning caressing the entirety of your taught, pebbled skin. The orgasm you had so desperately been waiting for now danced on the flesh of your belly, waiting for the cue from its elusive partner to join the stage.

And that cue came when Johnny’s thumb pressed firmly into the flesh of your clit. Slow, concentric circles around the sensitive nub as his tongue continued to prod, tasting and devouring your cavernous hole. You wanted to meet his blue steel stare, craved it. But your body denied you. Every molecule, fiber, ounce of flesh was on the verge of combustion, and no amount of mindful wanting could put out that raging fire.

Your hips raised off the bed in response to your body’s desperation, back arching and hands fisting into the twisted sheets surrounding you. Johnny tightened his grip into your flesh, groaning, continuing to pulse his tongue into your cunt. He could feel the tightness in your flesh, read the raised pebbling like braille. And its message was loud and clear.

You were close, teetering off the edge of the pleasured cliff that he so willingly pushed you to. His thumb relinquished your clit, and let his tongue take over once more. Using both hands he raised your hips higher off the bed, bringing you ever closer to that final, sweet release. And it came with the softest of pressure of his teeth, lightly encasing the overused flesh as his lips delicately wrapped and sucked around the tip of your cunt.

The sudden change in sensation had you crashing through the floor. Your vision went blank, all sound and feeling seemed to disappear, and the only sensation your mind could focus on was the faint touch dancing around your tight bundle of nerves. An all-consuming wave of release flowed through your body, a tsunami of pleasure dousing out the bellowing flame that had been raging for what seemed like an eternity.

Johnny’s grip on your flesh began to loosen, releasing your clit from his pearly enclosure and replacing it with light pecks of his swollen lips. He reveled in his victory against you, drank on your orgasm and watched as you writhed and mewled his name so quietly it was barely above a whisper. He was set in reality while you sank into an abyss of overused pleasure, flesh so sensitive even the slightest touch made you quiver in response.

“So good, bonnie. ‘Lways so good for me.”

His soft whisper flowed over your soaken folds, a welcome breeze on a hot summer's day as you continued to drift deeper into a plain of distant nothingness.

Even in your state of post coital bliss you felt the shift in his position; a dip in the mattress to your side, gentle denim caressing the flesh of your thigh. But it was the ghosting of his lips up your belly that made your breath hitch within your throat. Slowly he traversed up your sweat silkened flesh, tasting and savoring the salty reward he so devilishly produced.

As he crossed through the valley between your breasts, your hands flew to the mane of his hawk, forcefully gripping it and bringing his lips crashing into yours. The taste of your release on him was intoxicating. The evidence of his endeavor pushed into your mouth, his tongue swollen and dripping in your savory essence. Wrapping your arms and legs around him, you squeezed his body to the point of molding within your molten state. Johnny moaned in response, its sound echoing down your throat and traveled deep into the broken recesses of your mind. You only released him when your lungs needed air, so desperate to feel him around you, your body had to intervene once more.

“God dammit, Johnny. Your mouth is fucking sinful.”

Your exhaustive purr elicited a playful chuckle from his chest, even after being completely ravaged, you still pushed him for more.

“Sinful, eh. Gonnae take me ta church then, bonnie?”

His voice was somber, victorious with just a hint of devilish charm.

“Hell no. I’m quite content to sit here and burn.”

With your soft quip you regained his mouth, letting his flame engulf you once more. You were his solace, his rejuvenation, the blissful fountain to quench his unsatisfied thirst. And your sweet cunt was his only direct line to absolute salvation.

This may not be very good, and yeah, it's all over the place. But I don't care. I had so much fun writing this. Soap may be the closest thing to myself I've ever written for, which is why I think I love him so much. Gonna take a few fics to get back into the swing of things, but it's nice to be back writing again. Much love, y'all 💛

#blue steel #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap squad #soap squad 🧼#soap smut #johnny mactavish smut #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #call of duty modern warfare #cod smut #soap mactavish smut

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suckmybigtoeoikawa · 9 months

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can i req nsfw hcs for 4town?

maybe aaron z need jesse ig theres a limit to characters

If your uncomfy with what’s below then go look at something else, gracias !! i’m trying to clear my inbox with all the old stories i didn’t even respond back to

sure <33 i wrote for 4/5 of them because i didn’t know what to write for Taeyong lmao

Aaron Z

I honestly feel like he gives off soft Dom vibes but he can be a little bit shy in the beginning

he’s shy but at the same time he’s not; for example he’ll do something flirty to you and he’ll have this smirk on his face, but as soon as you do something back he wanna get all flustered

also it’s really easy to get into the moment, it gets really intense with him

he's really good at complimenting your body (and the way you clench around him when he does complement you doesn't go unnoticed)

he's lowkey kind of quiet but you know he feels good because the look on his face, it's a dead give away

let’s say you’re riding him, his face will get red and his head will be thrown back

also he wouldn't keep his hands to himself they’d be on your ass or thighs

I think that like when he makes music, it’s like he's very sexual and passionate (just like his voice actor’s music) and he’s like that when he gets comfortable

ass>>> anything

he’ll slap, grab, bro lemme tell you something when he grabs he grabs, mf grips

aftercare with him is really calm and quiet, and his hand is on your ass (no surprise)

possessive at times, like if he sees you talking/ laughing with Robaire he’ll wait till you’re done talking to him (but ofc with a mean mug on his face) and then when y'all get home...

Jesse

makes you beg

if you want something you have to ask for it, and then he just keeps on egging it on with a smile on his face

he puts your pleasure first then his

most of the time you guys have sex it’s spontaneous

one moment y'all could be watching a movie and/or talking about something deep and then he got you bent over

knows just about everything about your body and will tease you about it too

he’s a dirty talker, and he's to good at it

he’s the type to come up behind you and grab your tits (over your shirt or under it doesn't matter to him, but he prefers under)

some of 4towns more suggestive songs or songs that he sings solo are lyrics written about you

he’s a lip biter and a neck kisser

he’ll also tease you when you try to kiss him

you’ll lean into the kiss and so will he but just when you think his lips will press yours his thumb will rub your bottom lip

aggravating but hot

uses toys on you

during after he will whisper praises into your ear and trace shapes on your arm, to precious

Robaire

i could see him being a soft dom

honestly i think he can be a bit jealous sometimes, soooo i believe that he marks his partner, on the neck a lil bit

so when the person he’s jealous about sees the marks he’ll just give a lil smirk and pull you closer by the waist

he’s a grunter and he’s the type to make you know how good you make him feel

even outside the bedroom he’s very passionate

most of the time he’s giving because he genuinely enjoys it

he likes to make you moan (so does the others but man he’s gonna praise you while you do and will encourage you to moan some more)

his voice is so likeeee sensual when he wants it to be, like he just really says the right things that make you feel some type of way

i’m seeing this for when he does his solo shit.. but he probably would use your moans in his songs

very possessive too but he’s more in public with it, so sometimes it’s not as sexual, he’ll do things like buy expensive things or always be around you to make sure that people know that ur being taken care of

and taken care of in other ways because this nigga will brag.. idk but it’s only around like his close right circle of friends

he’s a pussy pleaser 😜

Aaron T

like robaire he brags but he does it without even noticing it

like most of the time it’s vague but enough to be like wtf bud :)

he’s a moaned and whimpering type of nigga with he’s more submissive

when he’s more dominate i see him being more of a moaner

he constantly brags to his friend and in interviews about how pretty and beautiful you are

titties typa man, like if they’re in his face he don’t know what to do, he just goes crazy on it

i feel like he’s the type to really like it messy

he’s always gonna wanna kiss you too, like he’s so sweet but also so desperate too

he’s a sucker for dirty talk, if you want to rile him up in any way, dirty talk is the way to go

i also feel like he’s a thigh dude so just put his hand on your thigh and move his hand up and down on it, he’s already feelin some typa way

he’s get flustered easily but sometimes if he’s very unaware of when you’re trying to initiate

like let’s say you’re at a party and you’re trying to get him riled up, he’s not gonna pick up the hints until you blatantly tell him you wanna fuck

then he’s gonna be flustered and blushing because he loves when your straight forward.

#suckmybigtoeoikawa #4town robaire x reader #headcannons #4town aaron z x reader #robaire x reader #aaron t x reader #aaron z x reader #4town aaron t x reader #4town jesse x reader #jesse 4town #4town aaron t #aaron t 4town #jesse x reader #4town x reader #4*town x reader

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carlsainz · 2 years

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 – 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔

summary: in a post win party, you end up drunk and confessing your feelings for your best friend, ethan.

pairing: ethan edwards x reader

requested: yes.

a/n: it's me againnn babies, this one was a request and i don't know if i like it but i hope y'all like this imagine <3

once again, english is not my first language so please lmk if you see any mistake so i can correct it. also, my requests are open, so take a look at my masterlist !!

warnings: underage drinking (i'm not condoning it!), swearing.

word count: 2,6k

lowercase intended.

after winning a tough game, all everyone needed was a good party to celebrate. that’s why you’re entering god knows who’s house with both arms intertwined with your two best friends, nick blankenburg and ethan edwards.

taking a look around, you saw that the party was already at full force, with a lot of drunk people, along with the ones making out, dancing or just chatting. you could bet that they were already playing beer pong in the backyard too. the music was so loud that you could feel it in your heart, but in your current state of pure happiness, you couldn't care less.

"nicky, let's go get a drink," you shouted at blanks' ear so he could hear you.

he nodded and dragged you and eddy to the kitchen, where they were keeping all the drinks. the place was messy but luckily nearly empty. you leaned back against the counter while nick started setting your favorite drink, which consisted of a mix of vodka, lemon, sugar and ice.

"are you drinking today, eddy?," blanks asked.

"not today bud, i'm gonna take care of y/n/n and drive her home when she's tired," he answered, putting his arm around your shoulders.

"i really need to drink after this game, i swear to god i almost had a heart attack today," you said, leaning against eddy's side.

"but we won and that's all that matters for now," nick said, handing you your drink.

"thank you captain, you're the best in the entire world," you slipped out of eddy's arm and hugged blanks.

"you're welcome, bug," he smiled at you, "since eddy's going to take care of you today, i won't give you a lecture about how you shouldn't drink too much, but take care ok?"

"okay cap, everything's gonna be alright," you patted him on the head.

"eddy, take care of her," nick said and, after ethan nodded, he said he was going to find someone and left the kitchen.

"what are we going to do right now?," you asked, sipping your drink.

"let's go find the boys," he said, smiling at you.

you would never admit it out loud, but you had a soft spot for eddy's smile. ok, it was more than a soft spot. he was just so stunning and his smile should be considered one of the seven wonders of the world for sure. how could someone be so pretty? you'd never know the answer.

"let's go, dollface," you teased him.

"not this stupid nickname again, y/n," he said, rolling his eyes at you.

you just smiled at him and he took your hand, heading to the center of the party to try to find your friends. you felt shivers at the feeling of his calloused hand on yours.

after a few minutes, he spotted some of them and dragged you behind him. now you could see bords, owen, kent and luke.

"hi boys, congrats for the winning today!," you said enthusiastically, hugging everyone.

they all said thank yous and you started chatting about someone's life until brendan appeared in your small circle.

"'sup, y/n," he said, looking very happy and kissing your cheek.

"brenbren!," you hugged him very tight.

"wanna play beer pong with me?," he asked.

"of course i want, we are a dynamic duo," you smiled at him, "eddy, you can stay here talking to the boys, i'll be alright"

"are you sure?"

"yes boo, don't worry," you kissed his cheek and he felt butterflies in his belly, "and if you see something, remember to tell me all the gossip later."

"okay, now go with briss."

you quickly finished your drink and said bye to the boys and followed your other friend to the place in the backyard where they were playing. you and briss usually were very good playing together but today something seemed wrong and you were losing almost everything.

after less than half an hour, you two were already drunk and giggling at the wind, while waiting for your time to play again.

"when are you gonna tell eddy that you're in love with him?," bren asked out of nowhere.

"oh my god, shut up you little shit," you slapped his arm.

"ouch!"

"never talk it out loud again," you told him, "and the answer is never, he doesn't feel the same and i don't want to lost my best friend."

"how could you know what he feels if you never asked?," he asked, smoothing his arm where you slapped him.

"my spidey sense just tells me he doesn't like me," you said, sounding really serious.

"i don't know if you're joking or not but you should really talk to him, you know"

"no briss, i don't know," you said, feeling frustrated.

sometimes it was pretty obvious that you had different feelings for one of your best friends, the same thing happening with him, but you two were so blind that you just couldn't see it.

after playing another round with briss, you were even drunker than before, giggling all the time and hugging briss because you're the type of drunk who's clingy. he wasn't far from you, but managed to carry you to eddy, who was alone, and then disappeared again.

"eddyyyyyyyyy," you said, truly happy to see him.

"how much did you drink?," he asked, sounding concerned.

"just a little bit," you said, trying to show him with your hands how much you drink. when you failed and almost lost your balance, you laughed and said "oopsie."

he held you, once again putting his arm around your shoulders to prevent you from falling.

"i'm gonna kill briss."

"that's not his fault lovey, we were playing pretty bad tonight."

"you're done drinking today, y/n/n," he said, looking serious.

"ok buddy, no problem," you smiled with your eyes closed, looking so fucking adorable that ethan felt his heart doing what looked like a backwards flip.

at this point, the party was more empty than when you arrived and the dj was playing slower songs for the couples.

"let's find you a bottle of–"

"eddy, let's dance!," you interrupted him very excitedly when you heard the first seconds of wicked game playing.

he was pretty tired but took your hand and headed to the dance floor with you. he placed his hands at your waist and you put your arms around his neck, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest.

he slowly swayed you at the rhythm of the music, resting his chin on the top of your head. he was so happy that he even forgot how tired he was.

you felt safe in his embrace, enjoying the moment until the last second. when the music ended, he kissed your head and took your hand to try to find a bottle of water for you and somewhere to sit.

he grabbed a bottle of water at the kitchen and somehow managed to find an empty big chair that was perfect for the two of you. you leaned against the chair, drinking your water after eddy opened the bottle and with your eyes closed.

it was so good to just be by his side, you wish you could stay like this for the rest of your life. when you were almost finishing your water, i will always love you started playing and you immediately felt your eyes filling with water.

not this fucking song right now, you thought. you always have a breakdown while listening to it and it would be even worse today because you were already drunk as hell.

"y/n, why are you crying?," you didn't even realize that the tears were already streaming down your face.

you didn't say anything, just leaning against eddy's chest, hugging his waist and crying against his shirt. he was worried but waited until you stopped crying, caressing your back. and yes, you cried for the whole length of the music.

ethan really waited until you were just sniffing to ask you why you were crying.

"could you please tell me now what happened, bug?," he asked very softly close to your ear just so you could hear him.

you felt shivers running through your spine but ignored it.

"eddy teddy, do you think someone will ever love me?," you asked, sniffling while he wiped your tears away with his thumbs, "and also, sorry for making your shirt wet."

"that's ok, don't worry," he said, "and you're already loved boo, what makes you think otherwise?"

"no silly, i know i'm loved by my family and friends, i'm talking about like romantic love, you know?," you mumbled, with your tongue loose because of your drunken state.

"i love you like this," he muttered under his breath.

"what?," you couldn't hear him.

"i said that yes, you're gonna be very loved someday, don't worry."

"sometimes i just think i'm unlovable," you sniffled again.

"no no no no, don't you ever think of it again love, you're very easy to love, actually."

"you think so?," you looked up at him through your eyelashes, still with your head on his chest.

he felt his heart aching seeing the sad look in your eyes. i'm gonna tell her about my feelings soon, to hell with this shit about ruining our friendship, he thought to himself.

"yeah, i'm sure of what I'm saying," he placed a kiss on the top of your head once again.

you hummed more relaxed and closed your eyes again, adjusting yourself on his chest.

ethan and blanks exchanged looks from across the room and nick already knew what you needed. stay there, he managed to say to eddy, who just nodded and continued to caress your back.

while waiting for nick to come back, he started to think about the day when he realized he was head over heels for you.

it was just an ordinary day off in the weekend for the team, so everyone, including you, were at bordy's house to play videogames and just chill.

per usual, you were reading a book while everyone else played or teased each other. ethan couldn't understand how you managed to find concentration to read in these conditions but you always did it.

he loved observing you whenever you were doing anything, but his favorite moment was when you were reading because of your facial expressions. you’re always very expressive, especially when you’re reading, and he finds it lovely and curious.

that day, you were reading “from lukov, with love”, a gift from eddy, and you were almost finishing it. when it was someone else’s turn to play, he sat on a chair and started to looking at you, currently laying on the bed with your book.

you were smiling at whatever you were reading and suddenly you started to blush very much but still smiling. after the end of the scene in the book, you lifted your eyes and found ethan already looking at you. then, you made a funny grimace just to make him smile and that was the moment that he knew he was completely, absolutely and irremediably in love with you.

you, his best friend, who was always there for him for whatever he needed. you, who was always telling your silly jokes to everyone and taking care of his teammates as if you were their mother. but above all, you always cared for ethan in a way only his family cared before, making everything to make him happy and feeling loved.

see, it wasn’t anything extraordinary, but from that day on, ethan realized that his feelings for you started showing up long before he noticed it. but for him, you’d never like him back the same way, so he stayed silent because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

ethan came back to reality when he felt a hand on his shoulder. it was nick, with your favorite burger and fries, along with a soda.

“can you wake her up?,” nick asked, sitting on the arm of the big chair with your food.

“sure.”

he started shaking you lightly, whispering “wake up” in your ear and it didn’t take long to open for you to open your eyes. yawning, you sat straight on the chair and looked at nick.

“hi bug, can you eat this for me?”

“nicky i’m tired,” you said in a low voice.

“i know, but you need to eat first so eddy can take you home.”

“okay, give me the food,” you said, a little more awake.

nick gave you the sandwich and kept holding your soda. you were already feeling less drunk because of the water ethan gave to you, but still were far from your normal state. while you ate silently, the boys started a conversation even with the loud music. you felt ethan's fingers threading through your hair and somehow that made you feel like a pet. this thought made you giggle and the boys knew it was useless to ask why you were laughing.

when you finished your food, nick gave you the coke and you happily sipped everything.

“thanks nicky, i love you so much,” you said to the smiley boy, giving him the bag with the food’s leftovers.

“i love you too, call me tomorrow when you’re feeling better.”

“okay captain, night night.”

“good night, boo,” he kissed your head, said goodbye and went back to the rest of his friends.

when you were once again alone with ethan, you turned to him and took a deep breath, holding onto your liquid courage.

“eddy, there’s something i need to tell you.”

“go ahead.”

“i don’t wanna be your friend–”

“what do you mean, y/n/n?” he interrupted you, suddenly feeling nervous as hell.

“buddy, just let me finish,” you grinned at his face, “i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck like the 1975 said. why won’t you love me, eddy teddy?”

“y/n i–”

you could feel your eyes filling up with tears again at his lack of reaction and ethan felt desperate.

“shhh, please don’t cry,” he hugged you very tight.

his head was a mess along with yours and he didn't know what to do now. the love of his life just drunkenly confessed her feelings and he just wanted to tell every single person at this party, but he couldn’t do it with you crying.

after a few minutes, feeling more calm, you looked at his face and he was looking at you with the most loving eyes in the entire world.

“can we talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober?,” he asked.

“fine.”

“please don’t be mad at me, y/n/n.”

“i’m not mad, don’t worry,” you tried to give him a smile.

“you probably won’t remember it but i’ll tell you again tomorrow,” he said, “i love you, i don’t think it’s even possible to express how much i love you.”

“i love you too, silly”

you hugged your boy again and he made you get up from the chair after that.

“let’s go get you home.”

the drive to your dorm was quiet with some music softly playing in the background but it wasn’t a strange silence. ethan pulled over and helped you get out of his car. he followed you to make sure you were ok and waited until you took a shower to sleep. when you were in your bed, he adjusted your blankets and looked down at you.

“i’m going to my dorm but you can call me anytime if you need something.”

“okay, thanks for taking care of me,” you smiled.

“i’ll always take care of you, lovey.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too, don’t you ever forget,” he said, bending down to kiss your nose, “good night, y/n/n.”

“good night, eddy.”

after he left, you slept and it was your best sleeping night in months after taking the weight of this revelation out of your shoulders. the same thing happened to ethan, who was absolutely happy knowing that you love him the same way he loves you.

#ethan edwards #michigan hockey #umich hockey #michigan wolverines #gabs writes #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

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daryl-dixonswifey01 · 2 years

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Levi X Female Reader

This is based on events of Season Three. There will be smut! So minors DNI!

Warnings: Dom! Levi sub!reader. Rough sex, choking, ass slapping, squirting, daddy kink, and oral (Female receiving). Levi calls you his angel or baby girl cause why not? Fluff at the end because aftercare to Levi is important❤️❤️❤️

It was nighttime at the cabin that Levi's Squad was staying at. “Levi hun you coming to bed?" you asked your husband. He nodded standing up to follow you to the room you guys shared. He shut the door behind you guys. “God you're so beautiful.” he said, unable to keep his hands to himself. He started caressing your curves. He leaned down and captured you into a hot kiss. You started to kiss back. It was getting really heated. “On the bed baby girl.” he ordered, slapping your ass and making you squeal.

You laid down on the bed looking up at your husband. His eyes were blown in lust. You couldn't help but feel excited at the look on his face as he crawled onto the bed and on top of you. Levi slammed his lips back onto yours, you kissing back greedily. You went to wrap your arms around his neck but were stopped by Levi pinning your arms to the bed, your excitement rising as he took complete control over you. You felt his tongue feel around in your mouth, a moan rumbling out of your throat. He then pulled away and you looked up at him with a blush on your face. He smirked at you, causing you to be a blushing mess.

He started kissing and nipping at your collarbone, leaving bite marks all over your neck. He kissed downwards to the cut of your shirt before stopping with an annoyed frown. He then took your shirt and bra off. He bent down, taking one of the perky buds into his mouth and playing with the other. Your moans resonated around the room like music to his ears. “L-Levi.” you moaned. He switched sides to give the other the same treatment. You continued to moan trying not to be loud not wanting to awake any of the sleeping cadets. “Come on baby girl, let me hear those sweet sounds.” he purred as he kissed downwards to your night pants. He gave an annoyed look to the garment. He grabbed them and pulled them down along with your undies. He looked at your glistening pussy. “I'm gonna have fun.” he said with a smirk.

He bent his head down kissing your clit causing you to let out a small gasp. He licked a stripe on your clit making you let out a small moan. He started licking and sucking your clit while inserting a finger inside your folds. You were a moaning mess at this point. You had one of your hands in his raven hair. He was holding your other with his free hand. He started fingering you almost teasingly. “Oh god Levi!” you moaned out, squirming underneath the rasping of his tongue. He started fingering you rougher. You felt something building up below. “Levi, I'm gonna cum!" you moaned out, clenching on tightly to his raven hair. He pulled away, causing you to whine. “No cumming yet baby girl.” he said as he stood up and stripped out of his clothes. His erection springing free. It was long and thick. With a prominent vein running down it.

He crawled back on the bed. “Spread your legs for me baby girl” he said. You did so. He positioned himself in between your legs. He grabbed his member and started rubbing it against your wet heat. “You ready? Before we start I need to know if you want this.” he said. He still continues to ask for permission. Even though y'all have been married for a long time. “Yes my love I'm ready” you said. He started to push inside you. Causing you to both gasp. “Damn baby girl. You're so tight.” he gasped. He started thrusting slowly. You moaned out. “Faster, harder baby. ” you whined. He started to pound into your wet heat. The sound of skin hitting against skin resonated around the room. Along with heavy breathing. Moans and groans.

“Yes daddy! It feels good!” you moaned out. He was grunting in pure pleasure. You grabbed one of his hands and put it on your throat. He took the hint and wrapped it tighter around your throat. He bent down to your ear “who's making you feel good baby girl? Let them know who's making you scream and moan~” he growled into your ear. “You are daddy! You are! It's you!!" you moaned out. “Good girl~” he said. He pounded into you harder causing the bed to squeak. You moaned out loudly. “Shit angel, you feel so good!" he moaned. "Faster!" you begged, moaning from each thrust from your lover. "You're so spoiled angel." he growled, quickening his thrust. A scream almost erupted from deep inside you. “Please go harder!" you begged and moaned. He went harder, almost bruising the entrance of your womb. You started moaning louder. “God yes!” you moaned, scratching down Levi's back. He groaned in pleasure. “Please Levi, it feels so good!" you moaned out. You felt something extreme coming. “Levi I'm cumming!" you moaned. Something definitely came out. Like a gush of water going all over Levi's abs and thighs while covering your thighs. It was extreme. Making Levi go harder than ever before. He felt something coming. He pulled out and jerked himself off and finished on your stomach.

Both of you were breathing heavily. Levi grabbed a handkerchief and started to clean you and him up. He sat it down and crawled onto the bed kissing your shoulder then your lips with gentleness, care and love. “You okay Angel?" he asked. You nodded, nuzzling into your husband as he pulled you closer to him. Your naked bodies tangled together basking in the afterglow together. “I love you so much my handsome husband. I'm lucky to have a man like you.” you said, kissing his chest gently. He smiled, having a soft spot for you. “I love you too, my beautiful wife. I'm lucky to have a woman like you.” he said with so much love. You two fell asleep holding each other close.

There we go! I tried my best I've gotten better with writing smut. I had help from @darkswordsmen01 with this thanks hun! 🥰🥰

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut #attack on titan #levi attack on titan #levi x y/n #anime

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yuki-the-master-of-demons · 3 years

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Sensitive Spots Part 2 (NSFW smut/angst) Mammon X Male MC

This is a continuation of another post: Part 1

Yuki is FTM (he/him). I just wanted to write smut but characters decided to go for angst

"What? Did I say something weird?" Yuki asks as all the demon brothers stare at him.

"Oh, Yuki." Asmo coos. "You really don't know what you do to us do you? Giving Mammon's wings special attention and then asking to do the same with everyone else."

"We weren't doing anything like that!" Mammon barks. "And even if we- If we were, what's the problem, huh?"

Yuki shrugs. "It's biology, and I like biology. I wanna learn about demon anatomy, and, while books can teach a lot, a diagram is nothing like touching the real thing."

"Well, that statement isn't wrong," Satan chuckles. "I suppose I should have leant you more descriptive books."

"That would be nice." Yuki comments. "Though, I'd still like to poke and prod y'all if y'all'd let me."

"You can poke and prod me all you want, Darling." Asmo giggles. "I can show you just how different demon anatomy can be."

"Me first." Belphie buts in.

Beel pauses chewing. "I wouldn't mind it either."

Satan chuckles. "I'd be happy to help educate you with a private lesson, Yuki."

"Oh no you don't!" Mammon growls. "The only one giving Yuki an anatomy lesson is me!"

Levi whines. "How can all of you say this stuff so casually?!"

Lucifer sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Yuki, why is it that you always seem to rile them up?"

"I don't fucking know, but it's nice to know I can study y'alls' demon forms, at least most of you it seems like." Yuki smiles. "This is gonna be fun."

"I can't wait, Darling." Asmo leans in closer to Yuki, but, before he can respond, Mammon yoinks him out of his chair.

"I call dibs!" Mammon yells before running off with the human as an uproar comes from his brothers. The demon pulls Yuki into his room, slams the door, and shifts into his demon form as he faces the human.

"So that just happened?" Yuki looks at Mammon with confusion.

"Can you not be a nerd for 5 seconds?" Mammon grumbles with his cheeks flushed. "Do you have any idea what you've been saying?"

Yuki stares blankly at Mammon. "Uh..." Yuki shrugs.

"Well, if you really want to be a nerd and study demon anatomy, you'll be studying me first." Mammon pouts.

"Oh uh, okay. So how do you wanna do this?"

Mammon gulps and takes Yuki by the hand, guides the human to sit on the bed with him. "Ya can go ahead and touch me..."

Yuki hesitates. "Where am I allowed to touch you?"

"Anywhere. Just- Touch me."

Yuki looks over Mammon's torso before tracing the markings on the demon's chest. Mammon's breath hitches.

"They're a different texture." Yuki mutters. "Are these tattoos or...?"

"They're kinda like birth marks." Mammon answers. "I didn't pick 'em."

"They look good on you." Yuki begins to undo the buckles of Mammon's top. It doesn't take long for the leather to fall from Mammon's shoulders. Yuki scoots himself to sit behind the demon.

"Ya really like my wings, don't ya?" Mammon chuckles softly.

"Yeah," Yuki answers easily. "They're really cool." Yuki delicately pulls at Mammon's wing and sees how far it can spread. He feels the thing leathery like skin and follows the white edges to the demon's shoulder blades. Mammon bites his lip. Yuki's hands feel up along Mammon's back, feeling how the muscles connect to the demon's wings. Mammon swallows his moan.

"You said the tissue here was sensitive." Yuki comments. "What does it feel like?"

"Good." Is the only word Mammon can get out without letting a groan slip past his lips. Yuki rubs the area where the leathery wing joins Mammon's back. The demon's wing twitches. Yuki rubs it again, the wing twitches again. Mammon can feel his cock stirring in his pants. Yuki tries rubbing another spot, this time Mammon's wing flutters. Yuki does this again and again, finding different spots at the base of Mammon's wings, seeing how the wings move depending on where he touches. A soft curse from the demon catches Yuki's attention.

"You good?" Yuki asks, looking over Mammon's shoulder. The human notices how Mammon's chest is heaving, cheeks and shoulders are flushed. Yuki's eyes widen as he looks further down and sees Mammon's cock straining against his pants. "Oh..." Yuki mumbles. "Oooooh, so they're that kind of sensitive."

Mammon turns to the human and growls. "Now you realize it?"

"Huh."

"'Huh?' 'Huh?!' Is that all you're gonna say?" Mammon tries to calm his breathing down.

Yuki shrugs, eyes not leaving the tent in Mammon's pants. "It's interesting anatomy. Is this kind of reaction common with all demons or is it-"

"Are you seriously still acting fucking like a nerd right now?"

"Should I not be?" Yuki asks.

"Fucking-" Mammon grunts. "You really are something else."

Heat rises in his Yuki's cheeks. "Are demons different down there as well?"

"I- Yeah." Mammon gulps. "Do ya... wanna see?"

Yuki slides off the bed and sets himself between Mammon's legs. "May I?" He asks.

"Fuck yes." Mammon groans.

Yuki hesitates for a moment and then undoes Mammon's belt. He unconsciously licks his lips as he pulls the zipper down, leaning closer as he does so. When Mammon's cock springs free, Yuki's eyes stare in amazement.

"Wow." Yuki mutters. White markings line either side of Mammon's cock, and rows of ridges are stacked along his shaft. Yuki leans in closer, fingers wrapping around the base of the demon's cock. Without thinking, Yuki leans down and licks the tip.

"Fuck." Mammon moans.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." Yuki pulls away.

"Don't fucking apologize." Mammon reaches down and runs his hand through Yuki's hair. "Go ahead. Study my cock with your mouth."

Yuki leans in closer again, looking up at the demon to make sure what he's doing is okay, and takes the tip of Mammon's cock between his lips. He runs his tongue over the slit, savoring the taste of the demon. His hand slowly begins stroking the demon.

Mammon groans. "Fuck, Yuki."

Yuki takes more of Mammon into his mouth, mind going fuzzy as heat grows in his lower body. Yuki's other hand wanders down and begins rubbing circles against his clit through the fabric of his pants. Yuki strokes faster and begins to bob his head, taking in more and more of Mammon's cock each time his head descends. When he looks up, Mammon's blue eyes are staring back at him with flushed cheeks.

"You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock." Mammon moans.

Those words both embarrasses and encourages Yuki. He tries to take Mammon deeper, trying to take the demon down his throat. He chokes and has to pull away, but he does back down, determined to take all he can. He closes his eyes as his head bobs faster, both of his hands working Mammon's cock.

"Y-Yuki-" Mammon pants. "I'm- Fuck, I'm close."

Yuki pulls Mammon's cock from his lips and strokes the demon's cock. He opens his mouth, tongue out and ready. The human looks up, watching as how Mammon's shoulders shudder and how the demon's bottom lip bleeds as he bites it.

A guttural groan escapes Mammon as he cums, his fingers digging into Yuki's scalp. Yuki keeps staring at the demon, taking note of every detail he can, as rope after rope of cum shoots into his mouth. Mammon stares back, watching as Yuki licks his lips clean and sucks the tip of Mammon's cock, making sure every drop is in his mouth. For a moment, the two stare at each other in silence. When Yuki swallows his cum, Mammon pulls the human onto his lap, and they kiss each other desperately.

"Mammon!" Yuki gasps when the demon bites the base of his neck. "Fuck- Your teeth."

"Too much?"

"No." Yuki grinds on Mammon's cock. "Do it again."

"Fucking asking to touch all my brothers." Mammon growls in Yuki's ear. "If you're gonna pick us all, I'm gonna be your first."

Yuki moans loudly as Mammon's teeth sink into shoulder, and the demon bucks his hips. "On you back." Yuki commands.

Mammon's pact pulls him down onto the mattress. He gazes up at Yuki with wide eyes.

"Was that okay?" Yuki asks as he rest his hands on the demon's chest.

"Y-yeah, ya just surprised me."

"Sorry." Yuki chuckles and lifts himself, pulling his leg free from his pants and underwear. His shirt is just long enough to cover himself. Mammon can't see it, but, when Yuki sits himself back on the demon's abdomen, Mammon can feel how wet Yuki is.

Mammon's hands trace up Yuki's thighs and pushing up the human's shirt. "Damn." He mutters.

Yuki flushes and pulls the shirt back down. "It's okay. You don't have to pretend to find me attractive."

Mammon's eyebrows furrow. "'Pretend?' What the hell are ya- Yuki, you're hot as fuck!"

"I'm really not." Yuki shrugs. "I accidentally got you horny, now you need a release, and I'm a warm body close by. It's okay, I'm mediocre. I get it. You don't have to lie."

"I ain't lying!" Mammon grumbles and flips Yuki over, laying the human face up while he cages Yuki in with his arms. "What the fuck are you talking about? Yuki, you fucking drive me wild! You drive so many demons nuts with how hot you are!"

Yuki stares blankly at Mammon for a beat and then laughs. The human yelps suddenly when Mammon flips Yuki on his back. "Mammon?" Yuki gasps.

"You're fucking sexy." Mammon growls. "If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you." The demon licks up Yuki's neck, making the human gasp. Mammon's hands sneak under Yuki's shirt, feeling up the human's torso.

"Ma-Mammon-" Yuki moans. "You don't have to-"

"I want to." Mammon pulls Yuki's shirt over the human's head. "I want you."

Yuki looks back silently before nodding. "Okay, just- If you want to stop at any time, I won't be mad."

"Ya don't need to worry about that." Mammon mutters as he trails kisses down Yuki's torso. "Spread your legs for me."

Yuki gulps and does what he's told, opening his legs and revealing his hard clit and wet folds. Mammon rests his hands on the human's thighs and licks his lips. He leans in closer and blows on Yuki's sensitive bud. Yuki gasps, hips jumping forward at the sensation.

"Mammon, please-" Yuki mewls.

"Don't worry. I got you." Mammon says before running his tongue across Yuki's hole. The human's hands shoot to Mammon's hair, one of them gripping one of the demon's horn. Mammon goes deeper, pushing his tongue into Yuki and savoring the human's taste.

"Fuck- Mammon, I- ." Yuki moans, back arching. Mammon shifts his his focus, tongue twisting around Yuki's clit, as two of his fingers slowly enter the human's hole. Yuki's legs encase Mammon's head, pulling him in even more.

"M-Mammon, yes- Mammon." Yuki squirms in the demon's grasp as he repeats Mammon's name again and again. Mammon's fingers pump into Yuki, making the human's legs shake, as the demon sucks and nibbles on Yuki's clit. With a final curse and whimper of Mammon's name, Yuki cums. Mammon feels Yuki's walls squeeze his soaked fingers, and the human's clit pulsing on his tongue.

Mammon pulls away and licks his lips as he looks over Yuki's body. Yuki's chest is heaving, and his body still twitches as he comes down from his high. Yuki's arms have pushed his glasses up as he covers his face. "Yuki," Mammon pulls himself up and kisses Yuki's chest. "Lemme see that handsome face of yours."

"I'm sorry." Yuki chokes out, not moving his arms.

"What the hell are you apologizing about?"

"I just- This is-" Yuki sniffles. "What we just did- Why? How could you- Why me?"

"Ah fuck, are ya crying?" Mammon panics. "Did I hurt you? Did I-"

"No! No, I just-" Yuki wipes his eyes. "It feels so impossible. Mammon, you're- I know I'm not ugly, and that I can be cute sometimes, but I know I'm not sexy. You said that's not true, but you're- You're fucking gorgeous Mammon. You have it all, the looks, the voice, the confidence, the experience, but me- I just- I don't understand how you would ever do something like this with me. I'm just the mediocre nerd who's lucky enough to not be repulsive on a good day."

"What the hell, Yuki? Is that how you see yourself?" Mammon pulls the human in for a hug.

"I mean, how else can I see myself." Yuki murmurs. "Look at me."

"I am, and you're fucking sexy."

"I don't understand how you can say that."

"Because you are!" Flushed, Mammon leans in and kisses Yuki with agrowl. "You don't know how often you drive me wild."

Yuki is silent for a moment before speaking. "I don't understand, but... I know you aren't lying to me. I just- You're you, Mammon, a model with tons of fans who flirt with you, while the only people who try and get my attention want to copy my assignments or ask to cheat off of me during exams. It's obvious what people think of me, so how- Why do you, of all people, think I'm sexy?"

"Yuki, have you seen your face? Have you seen your body? Do you know how often you leave me all hot and bothered? I-" Mammon's face turns a darker pink and takes Yuki's hand, guiding it to hard cock. "Your voice, the way you called my name. The way you moved and moaned for me, I'm hard again because of how fucking sexy you are."

Yuki kisses him.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x male mc #obey me smut #obey me mammon smut #obey me male mc #obey me trans mc #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader

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UPDATE ALERT: A Helping Hand

Cartman leaned in to get a closer look. "So that's where you've been."

"I'm running on fumes right now, so I need to get there tonight or I'm gonna be stranded out here."

"What the hell are you doing all the way in Nevada?" Kyle questioned and reached out to grab his laptop sitting on top of the dresser. The tips of his wiggling fingers just about made contact, when Cartman abruptly swiped it away.

"You asshole."

Cartman dropped the laptop onto his lap. "I'm trying to help you, retard."

Usually when the brunette did something nice, it was either to benefit himself or he expected something in return. Kyle eyed him like the sceptic that he was.

"I'll tell ya what. When I get back, I'll come and tuck you into bed, read ya a nice bedtime story and I can tell you all about my lil trip up here in The Silver State. Sound good?"

"Sounds great." Kyle agreed, despite wanting to know more. "Maybe then we could actually celebrate your birthday."

"Ah, and there's me thinking y'all forgot."

"I didn't forget." Cartman confessed proudly. "I knew and then made a conscious decision to not give a fuck."

"Heh." It took Kenny a moment to think of something to come back with. And then he remembered all about the juicy material he had on him. The smirk could be heard in his voice. "You got a habit of ignoring things, ya know that?"

Kyle was too distracted with setting up his laptop to notice the sudden change in the brunette's expression. "Cartman's got a lot of habits, Kenny."

"You know what, Kyle? You are so right, he does! You wanna know what my favourite one is?"

"Kenny." Cartman warned when he felt his face starting to flush.

"Okay, okay. Seeing as we're best buds and all, I won't go into it. Like the good friend that I am, I ain't saying nuthin."

He knew what game Kenny was playing. He knew, because he would have done the exact same thing if he managed to play his cards right. "Fuck you."

Kyle paid no attention to the conversation and assumed they were just talking shit to each other. "Photo's kinda blurry, dude. I'll fix the resolution and then I'll look for anything that stands out so I can pinpoint where it is. Might take a while."

"Thanks, man. You're a big help. I would kiss ya if I could." He snickered and Cartman could sense a storm heading his way. "Actually, second thought, I better not. If I did that, Cartman might-"

"BAH BAH BAH, ENOUGH." He swiped the phone from Kyle's grasp and quickly switched off the loud speaker. When his ear met with hysterical laughter, his blood boiled and he growled out, like a bear protecting a secret. "I swear to god, you scrawny piece of shit, the next time I see you?! I'm gonna take a knife and kill you my goddamn self! Slow and painful, how about that?!"

"Ha! Bring it on, asshole. You're the one that outed me first. Mama always told me you get what ya get and you got what ya got. And you wanna know something? I have no fucking clue what she was talking about. Still don't. But I think I get it now. So yeah, you can go ahead and kiss my scrawny piece of shit ass. Yer fucking prick."

Cartman spat with pure rage. "You fucking-!"

"Cartman."

Kyle's calm voice flinched him away from the phone. "What?!" He barked and regretted it immediately. Hearing the sound of the hangup dial, Cartman took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as a means of calming himself down before handing the phone back to its rightful owner.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31878976/chapters/88707868

Chapter 24 - A Helping Hand

#i live for kenny and cartman arguing like children #they both literally in the same boat #cartmans an asshole in this chap js #south park #kyman #crenny #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #Craig Tucker

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 3 years

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Hi would it be ok if I requested a smutty Jensen Ackles where she and Jensen see each other again and they fall for each other all over again after years apart ?

I Missed You

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Smut with a plot (somewhat 😅), 18+ READERS ONLY, fingering,orgasm denial, cum play,daddy kink, unprotected sex (NO GLOVE NO LOVE PEOPLE!!! Stay safe)

To my parents, if y'all ever find this, I'm so sorry. Lord, God please forgive me for I have SINNED.

@lclb13 I hope you like it, thanks for requesting ❤️

GIF CREDITS TO THE OWNER

Part 2

MASTERLIST

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"Jens mhm-" groaning you raked your fingers through the mass of hair on top of his head using his weakness to your advantage

"Fuck" Jensen grounded his hips into yours sending pleasurable shockwaves through your body with the friction created by his clothed crotch

Out of all the ways that you had imagined this night to be, this was most definitely what you had in mind. You didn't plan on bumping into your ex, Jensen today but the universe had different plans

Earlier on this morning you two had crossed paths in a nearby coffee shop. After breaking up nearly two years ago you accepted his invitation to sit and chat for a bit. You guys easily fell into conversation and you'd be lying if you said that a big part of you didn't miss having him around

You both kept echanging flirty looks as you both exchanged compliments like it was the first time of meeting one another. At some point during the conversation you hadn't realised how close your hands had gotten until his calloused fingers brushed against your hand. That one touch sparked something within you.

You both paused mid conversation, both waiting for the other to pull away but neither of you did, instead, he took a hold of your hand in larger one, brushing his thumb on the back of it, remebering how much you loved when he did that

That one conversation lead to you him inviting you out to a bar for drinks which fast forwarded to you lying on his couch while he dry humped you. Your lips molded together so perfectly as you both fought for dominance in the steamy kiss. The little shit unclipped your bra from the front and started rolling your perky nipples between his fingers

"Jens" you moaned and he took that opportunity to stick his tonge in your mouth, smirk playing on his lips knowing that he had won. Hooking your legs around his hips you lifted yours to meet his

"Too..much..clothes" your hands found the hem of his shirt, lifiting it to take it off of him. Jensen got the hint and sat up pulling his black shirt over his head before discarding it on the floor next to yours

"Pants off" you ordered licking your lips as you drooled over the sight of his well defined body. His muscles had gotten bigger than the last time and now he had a tattoo on his left bicep making him ten times attractive

The sound of his zipper being undone drew your attention downwards as he did as told. The tent in his boxers became more visable, your cunt clamped down aching to be filled by his cock

"See something you like" winking he leaned forward trailing open mouth kisses along the coloumn of your neck and colar bone, settling himself between your thighs again. His hands roamed your body as he reaquainted himself with it. His fingertips brushed every curve, every dip, every piece of flesh that was available to him until he reached the waistband of your lace panties. He looked down as he slipped his fingers in

"Fuck Y/N your cunt is dripping wet" he spread your slick through your folds and up to your clit drawing a breathless sigh from you

His lips attacked yours as he continued to play with the sensitive bud. Your hips bucked silently begging him to give you more but he refused, making you frustrated as he increased his movements

"What do you want kitten?" his dominant side came out to play and you knew it was going to be a long night

"Please Jensen" he halted his assault on your clit and you nearly cried from the loss of conatct

"You know damn well not to use my name kitten" his green eyes were darker than usual as he pinched your clit causing a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure

"I'm sorry daddy" the sound of fabric tearing filled the room and he dropped the ruien panties on the floor. A mischeavous look plastered itself on his face as he slipped two of his thick fingers your dripping cunt

"You will be" wasting no time he started thrusting his fingers into your needy pussy. You tried to grind yourself down on his hand but he held you in place with his free arm

Throwing your head back your moans filled the empty house along with the squelching sounds of your pussy. Jensen adjusted himself to be eye level with your cunt, using his free hand he started rubbing your clit making your toes curl

"Oh fuck! Right there, right there...FUCK DON'T STOP!" he continued his manic assault on you on a mission to have you cum on his fingers

"Look at you taking my fingers like the little slut that you are. Do you want to cum kitten?" he teased knowing that you were too far gone to respond cohearently. Your legs spread wider as your eyes rolled to the back of your head ready to release

Jensen picked up on your actions and immediately ripped his hand away, spanking your swollen cunt as you cried from being denied a release

"Not so fast kitten" he dragged his fingers through your slick a couple times before sliding three of them in this time

"Please daddy, please let me cum" you begged holding on to his forearm as he resumed his touture on you. He sped up and soon enough he had your back arching off the couch. You felt the familar knot forming and you knew that you were so close, your pussy squeezed down on his fingers

"Cum" screaming his name you felt a gush of your release and your hips bucked violently as he swiped his plam against your cunt coving the both of you in your own release

"Fuck yes, I still got it" he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking away your arousal before dipping them back into you slowly pumping a few times, this time he shoved them in your mouth and you eagerly licked them clean

Reaching to pull his boxers down to return the favour he stopped you in your tracks, standing up to do it himself. His massive cock slapped against his stomach, the angry red tip taunted you as it leaked precum

"As much I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock I need to be inside of you" wasting no time he shifted your hips to hang off the edge of the couch, raising your leg up he lined the tip of his cock with your entrance before sliding into your pussy

"Shit your still tight" he kissed your calves as he started ramming his cock into you without giving you time to adjust to his size

"Oh fuck" your titts bounced with each brutal thrust of his hips. Jensen pushed your legs up to you chest leaning forward to capture your plump lips in a searing kiss

This new angle gave him more leverage to ram you full of his cock. He went deeper into you as if that was even possible. The sinful sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the house

Panting you raked your nails down his back, you were pretty sure there would be bruses tomorrow but for now neither of you seemed to care

The tip of his cock contined to plow into your g-spot with each thrust casing you to see stars. Your pussy started fluttering against him signalling that you were close to your second orgasm for the night and he breathlessly chuckled

"You gonna cum again" you nodded unable to speak as you clung to him for dear life. For the second time tonight he pulled out before flipping you on to your knees. You held yourself upright by holding on to the backrest of the couch. Jensen spead your legs wider before smacking your ass, not one, not twice but three times before thrusting into your dripping cunt again

You slipped your hand down to rub your clit but he swatted it away applying pressure to the swollen nub himself. He used his free hand to take a hold of your hair, pulling you up flush against him. Your eyes fell upon the big mirror on the wall opposite you as he continued to fuck you

Using that same hand he wrapped his fingers around your throat applying a bit of pressure as he held your gaze in the reflection. Your face was flushed from being fucked like the whore that you were for this man

"Look at daddy's cock kitten, look at how your sweet pussy is taking me so easily" you moaned fixing your gaze down to where your sweaty bodies connected. You could see your arousal dripping down his balls and on the insides of your thighs, that sight alone made you want to cum on sight but you know that if you did you wouldn't like the end result

"Don't even think about it sweetheart" he knew you like the back of his hands. Your eyes rolled to back of your head as he released your neck. His fingertips dug into your hips as his thrusts became sloppy

"I..I can't hold..it" your legs trembled from the intensity of the orgasm threatening to rip through you

"Cum on my cock" your screams bounced off the walls as you squirted for the second time. The sound of your juices hitting the hardwood floor was music to his ears as he rubbed your clit, cock still thrusting in and out of you

"Good girl" your toes curled, vision became hazy as Jensen continued to rub your sensitive clit chasing his release. He thrusted into you one last time before stilling completely

His warm seed filled your needy cunt, smacking your ass in the process coming down from his high. Jensen removed his softening cock from your pussy and you both watched in delight as his cum leaked from your abused hole

You ran your fingers through his sticky release before sucking them clean as he looked at you in the mirror, enjoying the salty taste of it. He turned you to face him, lips meeting together in a short but passionate kiss

"I missed you Y/N"

"I missed you too Jens"

#jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles one shot #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #deanwinchtser #dean winchester smut #supernatural x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural

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geminil0vr · 3 years

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without me? | ron b. weasley (request)

summary; you and ron say goodbye.

tagged; @partr1dge <3

word count; 1.6k

content; this is really fucking sad, arguing, angst galore, making out, mention of horcruxes, no foreplay y'all i'm sorry, unprotected sex (let’s say she’s on birth control), sad sex (smut), riding, fluff/angst.

a/n; i know this is serious but now i can't stop thinking about all those fuckboy memes like "a haha..... fuck, without me?" also this physically hurt me to write !! i'm sorry anon, this is way too sad, and i know you mentioned them having their first time, but i hope you don't mind that i changed the story a little so they were together for the ‘last time’ !!

you and ron had been arguing, and yelling, and crying, for hours now. it wasn't intense, nor heated. it was cold, it was brash, it was heartbreaking and earth-shattering. you could feel a harsh weight in your chest much akin to a gaping hole that made your limbs feel heavy, and your head hot. that made you feel utterly weak. your face felt warm and swollen from all the tears that had run down it, and his cheeks were flushed pink, face blotchy.

you think, now, that you weren't really that angry, just desperate. you just wanted an excuse, to create an argument, an argument that could very well have been your last. and you wanted to make him feel the way that you did, being left here while he went off to get himself killed, at least a little bit. but not too much. merlin, you wouldn't have wished this feeling of hopelessness on anyone else.

ron weasley had a strong heart, so strong that it chipped away at himself with every person he loved. his friends, his family, you.

and he had a strong head on his shoulders, determined, courageous, yet burdened by endless insecurity.

and you loved him.

your voice cracked for what felt like the millionth time, as the argument reached its shallow peak, where you two were just silent, before finding another reason to argue again, "why can't i just go with you, please, ron?"

"you wouldn't be safe! i've told you this, it's bloody dangerous!"

"you say that as if i haven't always gotten you out of something dangerous! i was there when you got those stupid scars up your arms, i was there for you —"

"i know, i know —"

"merlin, ron, i'm always there! i've always been there when you do stupid shit with harry and hermione!" you pointed to your side, as if an invisible audience were observing you, "why on earth is it — is it up to you to decide now that you want to protect me?"

"because i don't want you to get hurt, not because of me!"

"well, you're doing a pretty fucked up job of that."

you both swallowed, then sighed heavily, sitting down on his bed. he sat, hands clasped in his lap, body tensed. you pressed your hands into the mattress, leaning over it and letting your hair fall down into your face. this was so messed up. reaching over silently, without looking up, you took his hand in yours.

"don't go," you croaked, "i love you."

"i love you too." he whispered, not trusting his voice not to crack if he spoke any louder. but he didn't give you an answer. he didn't need to. you both knew there was no turning back on his decision, that it was something he had to do, that it was something you'd have to accept.

sniffling, you finally lifted your head, looking over at him with tears blurring your vision. you picked up his hand in yours, brushing your lips over it, and shutting your eyes.

he took you in his arms, gently grasping your jaw and kissing you softly. when he pulled away, you carefully pushed him back to you, fingers ghosting the nape of his neck as you both tilted your heads, breathing ragged, cheeks wet. you could taste the salt in your mouth as your tongue swiped over his, not in a battle for dominance, but a cautious waltz of need.

you climbed into his lap, bending down to meet his lips, arms wrapped tightly around the nape of his neck, desperate to just be close. he clutched your waist, kissing down your jaw to your neck, not feverishly, tenderly — he wanted to memorise every piece of you, and guard it with his life. for you, he would. for you, it was worth it. it was worth everything.

sliding down your tank top to your hips, he placed more wet kisses to your exposed breasts, paying attention to the way your chest rose and fell, licking over your nipples and suckling gently on the buds as you slowly rolled your hips into his.

you didn't want to think of it as a goodbye. but he'd left you no choice, informing you just a day before his departure that he'd be going to hunt for horcruxes to help his friends. and it was such a selfless thing to do, and it was so ron, running into a battle with no armour on. it was an act of wavering courage. yet you couldn't help but feel fury burst through you, entangling with your worst fears, your pity, your desperation, your sadness.

you wanted to keep ron weasley protected, away from everyone else, away from hurt, away from the trials of life and death. it was unrealistic, but you craved it nonetheless, and you let that want course through your veins, blood burning. you could feel it in your wrists, at your pulse, at your throat, in your stomach, simmering. these were shallow, scalding waters that you waded through, knees giving in, heart giving out.

he moved you to the centre of the bed, taking off his shirt and letting it fall to the ground; you studied him for a moment, broad shoulders, freckled skin — you thought he was beautiful. then you eyed his arms as he leaned over you, covered in deep, white scarring, circling up to his bicep, the cause of the scars even having lashed out at his waist, licks of ivory decorating the sides of his torso. and, pulling your tank top and shorts down, his eyes devoured all the newly exposed skin too.

you didn't speak — you couldn't speak. your hearts were still aching and this was merely a distraction, a last dance.

he trailed desperate kisses down to your waistline, then hooked your panties down, kissing over your inner thighs, making you squirm. then to your hips, and your waist, lengthening the distance between you and what you wanted most.

not wasting another second, he kicked off his own pants and underwear, and slowly dragged the head of his cock over your slit.

he found his voice somewhere, buried in the pit of his stomach.

"are you ready?" he rasped, swallowing.

"mhmm." you nodded, and wrapped your legs around him, hands grasping his shoulders as he eased himself in, just like he'd done many times before.

you groaned quietly together, closing your eyes and savouring the feeling one last time. you clenched tight around him as he set a slow pace, hips gently thrusting against you, both letting little moans slip from your mouths, throats dry from all the shouting and crying. the feeling of fullness enveloped you as he thrust in as deep as he could go, making you gasp and wrap your arms around him tighter.

“so good for me, love. feels so good.” he muttered between pants, the words only making you pulse around him tighter. you had a bizarre urge to both cum and hold off as long as you could so this would go on as long as possible, as long as you needed him on you, inside you.

the sex was soft, bittersweet, filled with random kisses, both rolling your hips against each other. sometimes with ron, it was urgent, needy, desperate, brutal. and despite feeling all of those things at once, you grasped onto each other and never picked up the pace, clammy hands and warm skin, quiet groans and pounding hearts.

“ronnie, i wanna ride you.” you mumbled against his lips, as he allowed you to ease off him, finally straddling his hips once he was slouched against the headboard. you lazily rocked your hips against his, dragging your soaked folds over his shaft, finally letting up and sliding onto his cock once he pinched at your hips and gave you a desperate look.

“fuck, y/n. so tight around me, riding me like that.” he groaned, warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear as you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, head buried in the crook of it, bouncing steadily and moaning every time the new position made the thick head of his cock hit your g-spot.

“i love you.” you groaned, hips meeting his and no longer bouncing, just rocking back and forth, rolling your hips against his slowly.

“i love you too. so fucking much. never wanna leave you.”

“don’t.” you sniffled again, eyes filling with tears once more.

“i don’t want to.” you began riding him properly again, slowly, as he met your thrusts, rutting up into you. the crack in his voice was evident, and you avoided sobbing again by pressing your head even further into his neck, kissing the pale skin softly.

moaning, you bit your bottom lip, “i’m gonna cum, baby.”

“cum for me.” he breathed as you obliged (without much choice), body twitching as your orgasm washed over you powerfully, eyes screwed shut, thighs squeezing against his.

sensitive, he kept rocking up into you slowly, shallow moans building up from the back of his throat, voice raspy, “gonna cum, shit.”

you felt the sudden warmth as he pumped load after load of cum into you, and you kept your eyes closed, holding onto ron tighter than you thought possible as his trembling hands caressed your waist.

“can we stay like this, a sec’?”

his cock began to soften inside you, and he mumbled against your shoulder after a moment, “yeah.”

so you just held each other, breathing and hearts slowing down.

you mumbled into his neck. "promise you'll be safe?"

you could feel him smile softly against your shoulder.

“if it means coming back to you? i promise."

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sleepysnk · 3 years

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yeah y'all asked for it and i loved this scenario, so i hope you guys enjoy! ♡

After Party

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Anticipation, nervousness, and excitement rushed through the many students at the championship football game against Marley University. Among those students was (Y/N), her nerves were set high as the game was now tied.

The game was in the 4th quarter with two minutes left on the clock. All they needed to do was score and the game would be over.

"Ugh come on! Why did they take another time out?"

She heard the many voices of the students who were patiently waiting for the game to end.

"(Y/N) I can't do this the suspense is too much!" Sasha yelled, shaking her shoulders.

"Relax! We got this.." she replied, turning towards the field. Her eyes averting to her boyfriend, Porco, who was on the field. His eyes flickered towards hers, he nodded his head making it known that he acknowledged her.

The air felt heavy, she felt like she couldn't breathe from how high the suspense was.

"They're going back out on the field!" Sasha yelled.

(Y/N) watched as the team got into position, she could hear her heart beating in her ears. She swallowed thickly as the clock started to tick down, her eyes never leaving the sight of her boyfriend.

"Hut!"

The ball was snapped and everyone grew tense, they watched as the ball was thrown into the endzone.

Caught.

By Porco.

Cheers erupted into the stadium as the pass was caught. (Y/N) jumped around excitedly with Sasha, her eyes averting to Porco who was being hyped up by his teammates.

"That is the final! Marley wins!"

"We won! We did it!" Sasha yelled, hugging her tightly.

(Y/N) dragged Sasha down the steps of the bleachers, almost slipping as she ran towards the field. Many students joined after her, going up to friends and congratulating the players on the win.

Porco turned his head to see her running towards him, he opened his arms as she tackled him into a bone crushing hug.

"There's my girl," Porco said, kissing her cheek.

She smiled excitedly. "You did so good babe! Congrats!" she replied, putting her arms around his neck.

His hair was messy, a few strands sticking to the side of his head from the sweat. "Thank you baby.. I couldn't have done it without you," he said, kissing her lips.

She felt her heart swell. "It really was all you," she said and brushed a few strands of his hair out of his face.

"Yo, Pock!"

They turned their heads to see Reiner jogging towards them.

"What's good?" Porco asked, smiling as he shook up with his teammate.

"There's an after party at Eren's, you tryna go? You can take (Y/N)," he asked, looking back towards the girl.

Porco looked back to see her looking around awkwardly. He knew parties weren't really her thing, and he didn't want to just ditch her.

"Nah.. I'm gonna celebrate with (Y/N)," he replied, looking back towards Reiner. "Thanks for the offer though,"

The blonde nodded. "Alright, sounds good. I'll see you Monday!" he said before running towards the locker room.

Porco turned his body back towards (Y/N), she embraced him in another hug. "You didn't have to do that babe.. I would have been fine by myself," she said, her eyes looking up into his honey like ones.

He patted her head. "I rather celebrate with you though, now what do you say we head back home and we celebrate ourselves?"

She giggled, feeling his arms wrapping around her form. "Sounds good.. I'll meet you by the car?" she asked, nodding.

He kissed the top of her head. "For sure,"

The two parted ways, (Y/N) made her way to the parking lot and waited by Porco's car. Her skin formed goosebumps from the chilly fall air, she shivered a bit, running her hands against her arms in an attempt to get warm.

"God Pock, hurry up.." she said to herself.

"Sorry babe.. I got distracted,"

Her eyes averted towards him, his hair was damp from a shower. He was wearing sweats and a hoodie, the aroma of his cologne filled her nose as he got close to her.

"You're fine! Let's just get home," she replied, kissing his cheek.

He looked so good right now.

(Y/N)'s mind filled with all these thoughts as she got into the car. His cologne made her intoxicated with these dirty ideas, she could feel her stomach doing flips thinking about everything.

"You good?" Porco asked, looking at her as he slowed towards the stoplight.

She blinked for a moment. "Yeah! I'm fine, sorry I'm just thinking."

He chuckled before taking her hand into his, the warmth of his fingers surrounding her cold ones. She felt tingles coming from his touch, that was something Porco always did whenever his fingers brushed along her skin.

"You're always so pretty when you zone out," he said, a soft chuckle escaping his throat.

She rolled her eyes playfully, her gaze going towards the road. "Not really.." she replied, smiling to herself.

He kissed the flesh of her hand. "Well I think so,"

Arriving to the apartment they shared, (Y/N) went into the room they both slept in. She wanted nothing but to change and to cuddle up with Porco. She yearned for his touch all day.

She went with a pair of shorts and a hoodie, her usual go to whenever she went to sleep. It was comfortable and her body felt freed from the confines of her leggings.

Porco laid on the bed, staring at the screen of his phone. He watched the replay of the pass he caught to win the game, he felt proud. That was for sure going to look good for him.

(Y/N) exited the bathroom, shutting off the light and stepping out to meet the bed he was laying on.

"What's up?" Porco asked, noticing her staring at him.

She smiled a bit before climbing next to him. "Oh nothing, I'm just really happy for you. That's all," she replied, running her fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

Porco clicked his phone off, placing it onto the table beside him. He patted his lap. "Come here,"

She climbed on top of him so his hips rested beneath her legs. She placed her hands onto his shoulders, she felt his muscles contracting underneath her touch.

A sigh escaped his mouth. "Ugh.. I've missed nights like these with you," he said, running his fingers along her hips. Squeezing at the flesh with his hands.

She felt her cheeks growing hot. "I've missed them too.." she said, putting her hands onto his chest. She could feel the muscles flexing underneath her hands.

His lips brushed over hers, their faces inches apart. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his, savoring the taste of him.

Porco snaked his arms around her waist and drew her closer to him. His tongue swiped over her bottom lip, asking for permission, she opened her mouth a bit wider and let his tongue explore the cavern of her mouth.

The pit of her stomach grew hot, arousal began to pool in between her legs from the kisses. She could feel his hands exploring every inch of her skin, sending tingles of excitement along her body.

She could feel his print beneath her it poked at her inner thigh, causing her to gasp a bit at the sudden sensation.

Porco's hands found their way to her hips, he gripped the flesh with his hands and began to slowly rock her against his cock. The friction sent waves of pleasure to her clit, causing a moan to escape her mouth.

"P-Porco.." a whine escaped her mouth from the friction.

He groaned feeling her clit rubbing against his cock, the blood rushing to his dick hearing her moans.

His hand found its way underneath the fabric of her sweater, his cold fingers brushed against her breasts making her nipples hard. He played with the flesh, using his index and middle finger to play with her bud.

Her pussy grew wet from the friction, her underwear soaking and her cunt yearning for more. She wanted to feel his skin, coat his cock with her slick, hell, even cum on his cock with just her grinding against it.

"You like that baby? You like grinding against my dick? Fuck.. you look so sexy right now," he groaned, rocking her hips a bit quicker against him. His cock twitching and aching beneath his sweats.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, her eyes squeezing shut.

Porco tapped her thigh, looking at her with blown pupils. "Hop off.. I need to get out of these," he said, looking down at his sweatpants.

She climbed off him and took the opportunity to strip herself of her shorts. Her underwear was soaking with her slick, a large damp spot formed, darkening the material.

Porco threw his sweater off, exposing his muscles that contracted with every move. His pulled down his sweats along with his boxers, his cock sprang out and slapped his stomach. Seeing his cock made her rub her thighs together in anticipation.

"Come here.." he said, his voice low.

She crawled towards him, maneuvering herself so her thighs were on either side of him. She felt the tip of his cock poking at her clit, spreading her folds apart.

He moved his cock so it was now against his stomach.

"Rub your little pussy against it baby.."

She let out a shaky breath as she set her clit down against his cock. Her breath hitched feeling the skin to skin contact, his cock was warm almost feverish against her clit. The sensation made her twitch.

Porco put his hands against her hips, grinding her against his cock. He groaned feeling her pussy against his dick, her arousal coated his cock making her move a bit easier against him.

"Oh fuck.." she moaned, biting her lip.

His cock twitched, the tip threatening to slip inside. "Just like that.. oh fuck baby, keep doing that," he said, throwing his head back.

She moved her hips a bit quicker this time, her clit throbbing against him and more of her slick dripping onto his cock. Her mind was cloudy, a knot forming in her stomach.

He used his thumb to rub circles in her clit, her eyes rolling back at the pleasure.

"Shit... fuck yeah, your pussy is so wet. I can feel you pulsating against me, is that what I do to you princess?" he asked, a smirk growing onto his face.

She cried out in pleasure. "Y-Yes!"

Porco stopped her from moving, her eyes averting towards his.

"Sit"

He moved his cock and positioned it near her slit. She sunk down onto it, the two moaning together. His cock slid in smoothly from her arousal.

"Porco! Oh fuck, Porco!" she cried, throwing her head back as he pounded into her. Her walls were sucking him in, fluttering around him as he thrusted quickly.

Her vision went white as the tip of his cock brushed against her g-spot. Her nails dug into his shoulders leaving marks on his skin. His balls slapped against her clit and squelching noises filled the room from her wet cunt.

"Just like that.. fuck you look so pretty," he said, wrapping his hand around her throat and bringing her forwards to kiss her lips.

She rolled her hips against his cock, her thighs trembling. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, breaking the kiss between them.

Her lips were puffy and swollen from the kisses, Porco's hand found its way to her ass, kneading the flesh and squeezing causing gasps and moans to escape from her mouth. Her moans sounded like music to his ears.

He could feel her velvety walls tightening around him, her jaw was slack and her eyes were low. Her breathing was becoming heavy.

"Baby.. I'm gonna cum!"

His hands grinded her against his cock. "Cum all over my fucking dick princess," he ordered, his voice husky and low.

Her toes curled as her orgasm shook her body, her eyes rolled back and her stomach bursted with waves of pleasure that moved around her body. She could barely speak any sentences from it all.

Porco's cock twitched inside of her, his orgasm hit seconds later. His sticky white cum filled her pussy, coating her walls with all white. He groaned at the feeling.

She collapsed beside him in bed, their cum leaking out her pussy.

"I tired you out huh?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist.

She giggled a bit, trying to catch her breath. "Maybe..." she replied, kissing against his jaw.

He smirked before climbing on top of her. "We're not done celebrating just yet.."

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LFLLLL Prologue: Mutual Pining

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Lydia's House

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"Lydiaaaaaa!" You had barged into Lydia's house unannounced that afternoon. You had work that afternoon, but you called in sick, not physically, but emotionally. And only Lydia could help you.

"LYDIA LORRAINE MARTIN!"

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Lydia's mom, Natalie, had come out of her office because of your shouts.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Martin, I didn't realize you were home. Your car wasn't in the driveway," you apologized.

"It's fine, dear. Lydia's upstairs taking a nap. You know how much of a heavy sleeper she is."

"Thank you, Mrs. Martin."

"Please, I've told you many times. Call me Natalie."

You nodded before heading upstairs, where Lydia's room was.

You opened her door, and as you thought, she was lying on the bed, snoring and drooling. A sight you had gotten very used to since you first met her in third grade.

"Lydia Lorraine Martin. We have a code-red!"

Immediately, Lydia jolted up from her bed and began flailing her arms in the air. She lost balance before falling off the side.

"Oh, MY- Ugh." You went to help her sit back upright on the bed, sat next to her, and laid your head in her lap.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Why did you wake me up?"

"We have a code red!!"

'Code reds' were what you and Lydia had when you caught real feelings for a guy.

When you were younger and in middle school, Lydia had gotten a crush on the cutest guy in your math class.

On Valentines Day, she wrote him a card and put it in his locker. The card said, "I think you're cute♡︎ What do you think about me?" Later that same day, she found out that almost all of the kids in your two's class had read the card. And on top of that, the guy was a huge jerk about it.

Since then, you and Lydia vowed to never catch feelings for anyone until you were at least twenty-five.

"Who is it, babe? What happened?" Lydia asked with a concerned tone.

"It's Isaac."

"Your partner for the World History project?"

"Yeah, him," you sighed. "We started getting closer, and he started talking to me, and we bonded over our moms' death, and there were carnival rides and vampires and freezy pops!"

"Woah, Woah, Woah! Slow down!"

"So basically, I did what you told me and took him to the county carnival, right? Then, he told me about his mom dying, and we talked about that, and then we went on rides and fought about their pace, and he was fine after like a two-hundred-foot drop. So then, we went on a rollercoaster, and after that, I was cold because I was wearing a light jacket."

"Okay, keep going…"

"So then he warmed me up by giving me a hug and then led me in the building, and we just hung out there until like five? Then when we were doing the slideshow, he started asking me about my room and shit, and when we were done, we watched that show I told you about, with the high school vampires."

"Oh, the babysitter one?"

"Yeah, that. So, he was actually interested. And then we just kept watching it together throughout the week since we finished the project. And then when we were presenting today, you know I have that stage fright. He just held my hand and calmed me down, and he listened to me after we were done, and he actually cared about it instead of dismissing it.

"Not that you dismiss it, Lydia." She nodded.

"Anyways, after that, GB had to talk to us, and she ratted me out about writing his name down, and then he got slightly mad at me but not really, and then I explained. And he just told me he would see me tomorrow for our movie night…" you trailed off, debating whether you should tell her the last part.

"So that's when you realized?"

"After that, I turned away, and then he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, 'see you tomorrow or something like that!"

Lydia chuckled. "So you have a code red?"

"Lydia, I have a hang-out with him tomorrow. I'm not gonna be able to fucking think straight!"

"Babe, just go and see how it goes. Maybe it's a 24-hours thing, you know? Just adrenaline. It affected you like this because you don't go out."

"Lyds, it's not like that. It's different."

"Y/n, that's what I tell myself before every hookup," she deadpanned.

"Okay, yeah. You're right. It's just a 24-hour thing."

"It's just adrenaline, babes. Nothing more, nothing less."

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Movie Night

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'Nothing more, nothing less…"

Those were the words that kept repeating in your head as you twisted Isaac's hair around your fingers around Isaac's hair as his head rested in your lap.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

You blinked rapidly.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine!"

"It's just, you're not watching the show?"

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something."

"Whatever you say, princess…"

Princess. The pet name made your heart flutter, and you thought you would explode.

"Give me a minute, please!" was all you said before picking up your phone and dashing out the room.

You headed to the bathroom and dialed Lydia's number right after texting her "Code Red Emergency."

"It's not a 24-hours thing, is it?" she said when she picked up.

"No…"

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do…"

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Previous Day

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Isaac

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He watched you as you turned around. His nerves crawled through his spine, and he curled and unfurled his fingers before finding the confidence–, no, before finding the ability to move.

When his lips touched the side of your face, his heart was set aflame.

'How did I just do that?' he thought. But entirely different words came out of his mouth.

"See you," he said, and he internally pumped the air when he saw your lips curl upwards into a smile.

When he reached class, his actions had finally sunk into his mind.

He went to his seat where his friend, Dillon Karis, sat beside him. Dillon was the only friend of Isaac, and they had known each other since middle school.

"Dude!"

Dillon turned his head to his friend, whose urgent tone caught his attention.

"You know that girl I was telling you about?" Isaac said enthusiastically.

Dillon scoffed. "You mean the one who's been taking up all your Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday nights?

"Yeah, I remember her."

Isaac rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Dude, I think I may actually like her…"

"Holy—" Isaac cut him off.

"Shut up!"

Dillon took two breaths to calm down before speaking.

"Explain. Now!"

Isaac threw his head back.

"I don't know. It's just the way she makes me feel." He smiled. "It's like… the way my mom used to tell me about how she felt about my dad? It's weird."

"Bro, you barely know her. Are you sure?"

"No, I'm not sure, but I think."

"Well, let me know. This is interesting. Shoulda brought some popcorn today, as I had planned," Dillon burst out laughing, and Isaac followed.

"Dude, I have to go to her house tomorrow."

"Why? I thought you already turned in the project."

"We have our movie night," Isaac said before realizing what that might sound like to his friend.

"Oh shit! So y'all already been going on dates?"

"No! No…" Isaac pointed his finger at his friend, signaling him to stop.

"Dude, so what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know…"

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Movie Night

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Isaac was now highly flustered as he laid his head in your lap. You didn't bring up the kiss, so he assumed he either made you uncomfortable or you didn't like him enough to care.

He looked at your face to see if there were any signals or indications, but he saw that you were completely zoned out.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

You blinked before saying, "Oh yeah, I'm fine."

Isaac raised his eyebrows before turning his attention back to the television.

When you dashed out the room with little explanation, Isaac took his emotional matters into his own hands. He had decided to get rid of his feelings, sure that they were unrequited.

He headed out of your room and knocked on Stiles' door.

"Come in!" he heard faintly, and he opened the door.

"Isaac, what's up?" Stiles had barely looked up from his work.

"I know we don't know each other that well, but I need some advice, and I figured that you probably know a lot about girls…"

"Not really, but I'm flattered you would think that. Please come in!"

Isaac stepped into the room and sat on Stiles' bed.

"Is this fine?" to which Stiles nodded.

"So, Isaac. Tell me what's going on," Stiles said before clasping his hands together.

Isaac took multiple deep breaths. He was about to ask your brother how to get rid of his feelings for you. Who does that?

"I have a crush… on this girl. And I know that she doesn't like—"

"You know, or you think?"

"I think, but she's given no sign of liking me…"

"Okay, continue."

"She doesn't like me. And I was wondering if you knew if there was anything I could do to… get rid of the feelings I have…"

"Oh boy. Isaac, I wish I knew. I'm in that same position. However! I wouldn't tell you if I did know. Because you never know, right? Unless they've told you that they don't like you, you don't know for sure. And even then, it could happen in the future."

That was not the advice Isaac was hoping for, preferring to put himself out of his misery before he could get in it.

"Alright, thanks, Stiles."

"No problem, bud!"

Isaac walked back to your room, where you were laid down on your back.

"Hey, where did you go?"

"Nowhere, I just needed to… uh.. get some air."

You squint your eyes, and even Isaac wasn't convinced by his lie, but he didn't say anything else before he laid beside you.

"Lydia is having a party next Saturday. You should come."

"Oh, I don't think—"

"Please, Isaac? It'll be good for you to get out of your house like Mrs. GB said."

He couldn't resist the tug on his heart when you flashed your pouting eyes, and he had to give in.

"Fine, I'll see what I can do. That's not a promise."

"Yay!" You exclaimed before pressing a kiss to his forehead. The action made Isaac's heart race, and all he wanted to do at that moment was kiss you.

In fact, it was all he thought of for the next few minutes.

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Isaac's Daydream

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"Love?"

"Yes, babe?" you responded to him.

"This is the spot. Stop going ahead of me."

You mouthed an "Oh" before laying down on the blanket he set by the flowerbed.

"So, whose house are we breaking into right now, Mr. Lahey?" you teased. You and Isaac were sitting in the backyard of a foreign house you had never seen, but you followed Isaac anyways.

"Yours."

You scoffed a 'what' as you had never seen the house in your life.

"Mines. Ours." He smirked.

Your face of pleasant surprise made his racing heart slow, as he thought you wouldn't like it.

"This is our house?"

"Well, it was my grandparent's house. They left it to me when they died. They said I can only get it when I turn 18, and now since we're together, It's our house."

You leaped onto his lap and kissed him feverishly.

"This is the best surprise ever!"

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Reality

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"Isaac!" You yelled, and Isaac didn't know what you had said before.

"Sorry! I just zoned out."

"It's not a problem."

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You

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"So, do you want to watch a scary movie?"

You actually weren't planning on doing any of what Lydia had suggested you do, which was to just come outright and tell him you like him.

Instead, you chose to suffer in silence, thinking there was no way possible that Isaac liked you back. And even if he had, you two would be better off as friends… Right?

At least that is what you chose to tell yourself.

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Isaac Leaves

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When the movie was over, Isaac went home, and you prepared for bed.

That night you dreamt of things you wanted in your life that you couldn't have.

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Your Dream

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"Hey, Isaac?"

You two were curled up together on a couch watching a movie, much like your reality. However, a few things were different.

"What are we having for dinner?"

"Babe, we're in a hotel, and the only restaurants have a pre-set menu. If you want food, you either get what they have, or we Postmates."

"But neither sounds good. I want Pasta!"

He sighed. "Then lets Postmates pasta, babe."

"But I want you to make it," you pouted.

"Okay, how about this." You turned to face him to hear his proposition.

"I get you dessert with the food they have here, and I make you pasta tomorrow?"

You smiled and wrapped an arm around his neck.

You hummed before saying, "That sounds perfect," and he kissed you with a burning passion.

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Morning

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"Y/N! WAKE UP!" Stiles woke you up from your dream.

"WHERE'S THE FIRE?" You flailed around before falling off the bed.

Stiles chuckled loudly.

"MIECZYSŁAW STILINSKI!

"IT'S A FUCKING SUNDAY!"

You groaned loudly before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him, effectively knocking him down but not ceasing his laughter.

"Relax, Relax! Dad's taking us out for breakfast."

You rolled your eyes heavily. "Ugh, I hate you. GO! Let me change!"

"Wait! Wait! I have a question…"

"What?"

"What's going on between you and Lahey?"

You looked down and away from him. "Nothing," you murmured.

When you looked back at him, his eyes were narrowed, and his forehead was crinkled.

"I don't believe you one bit."

Your face heated.

"There's nothing going on, Stiles."

He scoffed. "We may be fraternal, but we're still twins, Y/n. Whatever, I don't like him anyway."

"Why not, Sti?"

He moved his face closer to yours, and you craned your head back for air.

"Because I'm your brother, I'm never gonna like any guy you date. None of them are worthy of my sister."

"Well, you don't have to hate him because nothing is going on."

"Hmmm... Sure," he stated simply before walking out.

You got ready, wearing an off-shoulder baby blue top that was slightly… starchy in texture, as well as a pink plaid miniskirt and black slip-on sneakers.

When you got downstairs, your dad and Stiles sighed a heavy "finally," and you mocked offense.

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Waffle House

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You got in the car and began driving. You looked out the window enjoying all the sights while Stiles tried to coax your dad into talking about cases.

Your dad turned and pulled into the parking lot of the Waffle House.

You sat at the counter and talked until someone came to get your drinks order.

"So, Stiles, when are you going to bring a date home?" your dad asked with a squint.

"Not anytime soon, He's still stuck on Lydia."

Stiles blushed. "Well, I mean, It's working. She knows who I am. "

"No, she doesn't. But… I do know this girl—" Stiles cut you off.

"If it's not Lydia, then no, thank you. I'm stuck on her like white on rice."

Your dad interjected your argument. "Stiles, you sound like a stalker. Normally, we arrest people like you."

"Okay, Let's change the subject. Y/n, wanna tell dad about Isaac or should I?"

You rolled your eyes. "Why should I? There's nothing going on?"

"Wait, who's Isaac?" your dad said while whirling his hand beside his head.

"He was my partner for a project I had for World History."

Stiles laughed. "We presented on Friday. What have you guys been doing in your room?"

Your dad's eyes widened. "Why is he in your room?"

"We just watch movies, Dad! We do nothing else!"

"I highly doubt that. In fact, why don't I ask Isaac right now?"

You blanched. "What do you mean?"

"He's coming up behind us," he said, looking past your head.

You began choking when you saw him in your peripheral version.

"Can I get you something t- Stiles!" Isaac popped up from behind you and began to ask for your drink orders.

"Hey, Isaac," you said as you turned around.

"Hey, Y/n!" His intonation was normal, his facial expression was off.

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"What do you want to drink?" he asked, though his focus was on your dad's squinted gaze pointed directly at him.

"Can I get a coffee?" Noah spoke up first. Isaac jotted down his order.

Stiles followed.

"I'll get an Arnold Palmer!" he said while raising his hand.

"Is that on the menu?" Isaac asked confusedly.

"No, but it's half of a lemonade, half of an iced tea in one glass."

"Okay… Arnold Palmer."

"Y/n," the lovestruck boy said with a smile. "What about you?"

The corners of your mouth turned up. "It's not on the menu, but is there an option for an iced coffee?"

"Uh, I'm sure there is." He knew there wasn't, but he also knew you didn't like hot coffee much.

"Are you sure? I don't want to--"

"It's fine, Y/n," he reassured.

He walked away and headed to the kitchen to tell the cooks the drink order.

"I need an iced coffee, a regular coffee, and A half-and-half lemonade-iced tea. Please," he added.

Isaac glanced outside the kitchen window and gazed at you softly. He admired the way your eyes glimmered in the sun and how your hair bounced with every gesture you made. From this, he began to appreciate how amazing your hair looked and how the light refracted off of it.

He smiled a lopsided grin as he watched the way your lips move. He imagined how they would feel on his. Soft. Smooth. He had the notion that you were probably experienced in that field, more so than he was.

No. He couldn't imagine that. When he thought about the things he just thought, it sounded creepy and perverted. Besides, there was no way that you liked him back, so even thinking about it would just lead to further heartbreak.

He grabbed your table's drinks and walked back, trying to ignore your smile because he couldn't stop the race that his heart ran whenever he saw it.

"Alright, here are your drinks."

"Isaac, can I talk to you outside?" asked Stiles.

"I'm actually working, so I can't do that. But, I can take your orders."

He jotted down each of your orders and went back to the kitchens.

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You

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"Stiles, I swear to God, I'm gonna hurt you."

"Not my fault you're over here pining after Lahey but won't do anything about it."

"Up your ass and off your high horse, Stiles!" You did your best to be quiet with your statement, but your dad still heard.

"Hey, hey!"

"Sorry, Dad," you and Stiles said simultaneously.

You watched the cooks prepare the food in front of you, but you hoped to see Isaac somehow, even though he was in the back.

You thought about his messy hair and how it felt in-between your fingers... How his eyes dilated with each smile, and the tiny specks of green in those ocean blue eyes were always able to calm you down.

You noticed how his lips were never chapped and how his cheeks looked like apples when he smiled, and the one dimple that was prominent in those moments as well.

You wondered if this was how Lydia felt for the boy that caused their entire concept of code reds or if you began to feel something much more for the boy with the shy demeanor and quiet voice.

When Isaac came back, you thought about how you could try to confess your feelings. But, you knew that if Isaac was barely willing to talk to you for a long time, it would be a snowball's chance in hell that he liked you the same way.

"Alright, here's your waffles and your hash-browns, Y/n. Your sandwich, Sheriff, and your All-Star breakfast, Stiles."

"Thank you, Isaac," you said with a smile.

He turned to leave before you called out.

"Um, Isaac!" He spun around on his heel at your calling with a questioning look on his face.

He walked back towards you, prepared to write something else down on his order pad.

"Movie night, tomorrow?"

He smiled. "Yeah, sure."

"Dorota, you cannot tell me you do not like him."

"Mieczysław, I do not."

Your dad cut in. "Sweetheart, and if you do?"

"I don't. Can we just leave it at that?"

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Christmas Cookies

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle) Pairing: N/A Warnings: It’s so fluffy! Pure Absolute Christmas Fluff! Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: I just wrote multiple pages of Sy being an absolute marshamallow, with his nieces and nephews. It’s as sweet as Maple Syrup! Enjoy.

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“You're sure that it's okay if the kids come over?” The concern for her brother didn't go unnoticed, the blue eyes they shared were locked on his face as if she didn't believe him, when he had given the green light.

He looked ridiculous in the white and red ugly Christmas sweater. The knit garment depicting Santa on a beach. Leave it to Sy. Aimee had lost it laughing a few weeks ago, when her brother had called to tell her that he'd got ugly Christmas sweaters for his nieces and nephews, too.

A smirk curled his lips under the thick beard that had been growing on his face for the last ten or twelve years. Running a hand over his grown out hair, her little brother laughed. “Yes, Aim. I am sure. I wouldn't have told them to come, if I didn't want them here. Go on, we're fine. I am sure Mike will appreciate the night off.”

Early this morning, Sy had been woke to his phone ringing on the night stand beside his head. Stupidly loud, the phone screamed at him, begging him to answer. After the fourth ring, it was clear that the person on the other end was not giving in. Despite the headache and heartache from hell, he reached over and answered.

On the other end, his youngest niece greeted her hung over Uncle. “Uncle Sy, I want to come stay with you tonight. Mommy said that I can't invite myself over, but I want to see you. Please say yes.”

“Morning Wispy,” Sy muttered sitting up, rubbing his hand over his face. “Uncle Sy is a bit hazy this morning, I'm gonna need ya to repeat that. Slowly.” He shook his head and chuckled at his niece.

Repeating her request, Willow waited for her uncle to give her the all clear. She was his favourite person, after all, he would never tell her no.

“Sure can bub. Let me talk to your ma, please. And Wispy, I love ya bug.”

Taking the phone from her over excited daughter, Aimee greeted her brother. Her first round of questions assaulting the youngest Syverson.

“Four kids, are you really sure?” Aimee raised her brow looking at her brother. “I can't believe we let Willow talk you into this. I had no idea she was calling you until she came in with the phone. Apparently she and Harley had planned this yesterday.”

“Whatever. I'm cool with it. I didn't have much to do anyway. Probably spend another night down at The Hole.” Sy shrugged. His favourite dive bar had become his temporary home, since his girlfriend of five years had decided she wanted more than a cranky Army vet to share her life with.

Willow had heard her parents discussing Sy's break up, when she coerced her cousin Harley into the plan for a weekend with their uncle. Uncle Sy was her favourite person in the whole wide world, they even shared a birthday, and Uncle Sy was the most fun! He would often let Willow paint his nails and decorate his beard. Why wouldn't that silly woman want him? Willow had grumbled about her “Aunty Nina” being a bit meany who probably ate boogers for breakfast.

“If you think you are okay with this, fine.” Aimee laughed peeking around her brother into his house to see her two children, plus niece and nephew running around his kitchen like four wild beasts. “But if you need help...”

“I will call in the Army.” Sy's laugh rumbled. “I'm kidding. If we need you, then we will call.” He leaned in giving her a kiss on the cheek, straightening up he called to the kids. “Come say good bye to your ma and aunt.”

Children thundered to the door, rushing Aimee and Sy. Hugs and “I love yous” exchanged as Aimee gave her brother one last out for the weekend. Raising his hand to wave her off, Sy wore the biggest, goofiest smile. She'd behaved like he had never had all four children on his own before. Hell during his Army days he had been responsible for a lot more bodies than four. All had made it home, too. Most on their own accord, but he wasn't going to relive those memories right now. Those were the sort of things he thought about when he was alone in the dark. This weekend was going to be anything but dark.

With only a short span of time to plan, Sy did his best to get a few activities together for the children of various ages. Ben, 12; Annie, 10; Harley 7; and Willow, 6.

Ben had likely only agreed to his sister's impromptu weekend because it was better than staying home with his parents. Besides, he loved hanging out with his Uncle, even if it meant three other children tagging along.

“Okay, listen up.” Sy clapped his hands together, grabbing attention. He bent to gently scratch behind the ears of his beloved shepherd. “You know where your bedrooms are, go take your stuff up. Then meet me back here for our first item on the list.”

Lagging behind her brother and cousins, Willow bounced over to Sy hugging her arms around him as tightly as she could. “Do I have to share a bed with Annie? She kicks me.”

“She kicks you?” Sy stooped to scoop her up in his arms. Her dark curls tied back in pig tails, gently he tugged at the end of one. “Well then good thing I got them pillows you asked for.”

“The really big ones? With the pink sparkle unicorns.” Willow's eyes went wide as she gasped. Sy nodded and laughed. Vibrating with excitement she hugged her uncle's neck tight kissing his cheek. “I want to make a fort in the bed and then Annie has to stay on her side. But it's okay, because we can still share the blanket and my night light.”

“Is that so? Well, you best go tell her that. The others will be back down before you get up there, hurry up.” Sy let her down. “If you need some help, ask Annie. Okay, Wispy?”

“Okay.” She shouted, little legs carrying her to the stairs. Thumping and running through the house, Sy smiled and went to the kitchen to begin planning phase one of their weekend.

With Christmas right around the corner, he had broke down and dug out a few early Christmas Eve gifts. Since it was Syverson tradition to spend Christmas Eve with his momma and daddy, decorating and what not, he was in charge of supplying the kids with gingerbread houses and cookies to decorate. Momma would forgive him, if he told her that the houses were done early this year. If she was adamant about it, he could buy a few more for Christmas.

Pulling out the kits, Sy laughed when Ben trudged into the kitchen. Clearly the kids had gotten the message when they found sweaters laid out on the beds. In a blue and green sweater with penguins at a disco on the front, the twelve year old rolled his eyes before laughing.

“It suits ya.” Sy laughed.

“Sometimes I wonder if you love us or secretly hate us.” Ben laughed along with his uncle. Laughing harder when Harley strode in wearing his green and red sweater, two reindeer on the front throwing snowballs.

“I think you secretly love it.” Sy nudged Harley with his elbow. “Should have gone bigger, huh?”

Harley nodded, the arms of his sweater a little too short. “Do I have to wear it long?”

“Nah,” Shaking his head, Sy pointed to the gingerbread house kits. “Long enough to get a photo for Nana and your momma.”

Giggling, Annie and Willow rushed into the kitchen. Purple and pink ugly sweaters worn with pride. Annie stood straight to show her uncle how well the new shirt fit. Purple decorated with dancing snowmen in a ballerina scene, a nod to Annie's love for dancing. And of course Willow, in her pink sweater with cats in Santa hats with red and green mittens.

“I love it, uncle Sy!” Willow exclaimed jumping up and down. “We look very pretty.”

“We look something.” Her big brother snickered.

“Are those gingerbread houses?” Annie eyed the items on the counter suspiciously. Sy nodded and grinned. “Nana is going to be mad at youuuuuu.” She sang out.

“Well this year, Nana is fine with us decorating early. We can get more for Christmas Eve.”

“We better!” Harley exclaimed wide eyed. “Santa will be upset. He always gets a gingerbread house and he eats it all!”

The tradition of leaving a whole house for Santa had began when Sy was a little boy. Perhaps even before, Aimee and Will had left houses surely before he was born. Over the years Santa had devoured a lot of houses at the Syverson's. He'd even had a few to eat while Sy was over in the desert, serving his country. His momma, without fail, had managed to get him a kit or two. Sy would set them up and let the other soldiers have their fill before sending photos to the kids back home to tell them Santa had came by.

“You know that Santa isn't...” “Going to be upset, because he will still get Nana's homemade cookies.” Ben cut in glaring at Annie. This was her first year on the “Santa isn't real wagon”, but Ben wasn't going to let her ruin that for Harley and Willow.

Nodding and giving Ben a subtle thumbs up, Sy picked up to defuse the tension. “Right, he's still going to get lots of treats. And I don't know that I'd want a boring store made gingerbread, if I could have my momma's homemade shortbread and peanut butter blossoms.” He clicked his teeth together and made a show of rubbing his hand across his stomach.

“Uncle Sy, do you think Santa ever takes cookies home for the elves and Mrs. Claus?” Harley stared up at his uncle, his face scrunched at the thought.

“Sure does, bud. I bet he takes one cookie from every house home to share.” Sy winked at his youngest nephew.

Pulling out the hard as rock cookie house pieces, Sy instructed Ben to get the candies from the counter that he'd set out for the purpose of making these a grand master piece. Even The Grinch would appreciate the work that went into a Syverson House.

“So, what's everyone been up to? I feel like I've hardly seen y'all lately.”

If he asked the kids to talk about themselves, it meant that Sy would have to talk less. He loved hearing what the kids had to say. They chattered and laughed, Annie and Harley bickered a little over who got to put the door on the first house. A squabble ended when Sy reached in, putting the pretzel door on the house himself.

Lost in their good cheer, Christmas songs, and general chaos of four children with limited rules – for the time being – Sy sighed and began to relax. Something he hadn't done since Nina had decided to pack up her things and leave him nearly two weeks ago.

Whatever. Five years wasted. If she had known that she didn't want to be with him, then why had she stayed? His brother had a few ideas about that, stating that it was the perfect opportunity for any gold digging – Sy wouldn't even repeat the word to himself. Living in a house that was paid off. A car that was hers. Never having to pay bills, it all allowed her to work and save while she decided one day she'd had enough and wanted something better.

Better. More money.

Well, whoever took her next, Sy wished them luck. He hated that he was so broken about this. But he'd loved her. Maybe. He had his doubts these last few nights, as he sat thinking over a pint or eight at the bar.

“Uncle Sy,” Willow's soft voice broke his thoughts. Glancing down at his niece, he smiled. “When we finish, can we make cookies?”

“What if we make some cookies tomorrow, Wispy?” Wiping his hands on a tea towel, Sy bent to scoop her into his arms. “We can make some sugar cookies to decorate. I also thought I could make ya some snow crackles that you love so much.” he nudged cheek her with his nose.

“The gooey chocolate ones?” Her eyes were wide. Sy nodded. “Benny!” She turned, calling excitedly to her brother who was less than four feet away. “Uncle Sy is going to make us those crack cookies!”

“Crackle.” Sy gently corrected her with a deep laugh.

Sy's snow crackles were always a welcomed hit. Family, friends, even the post man loved the damn things. Hell if he'd had those over in the desert to hand out, the war could have been over in an hour. Or so a few of his superiors had always teased him.

“Can we make them with the candy cane?” Harley asked wiggling in his seat.

“Absolutely!” Sy agreed with a wide smile. A touch of peppermint in the cookies were the perfect Christmas treat. Even better when enjoyed with a nice cup of rum and homemade egg nog. Although he would save that for the adult parties.

“I love Christmas!” A giggling Annie exclaimed, not going unnoticed that she and Ben were enjoying the left over icing for the houses. A tube each, the two older kids were trying to be stealthy about their activities. Nice try Sy thought, they knew nothing got by their Uncle.

“My favourite holiday is my birthday.” Willow declared.

“That's not a holiday.” Ben laughed at his sister, shaking his head.

“Yes it is! It's a holiday, because it celebrates me and Uncle Sy. Right, Uncle Sy? It's a holiday?” Willow pouted at her uncle, hoping for some back up. If Uncle Sy said it was, then it was true.

“I think birthdays are kind of like holidays. We just don't get time off work or school.”

“See!” Willow stuck her tongue out at her brother Ignoring his sister, Ben had already moved on to something else.

“Okay you two, enough.” Sy let Willow down. “Let's get this mess cleaned and we can get some plans for dinner going.”

“Can we have ice cream?” Doing her best puppy dog eyes, Annie looked at her uncle.

“After we eat dinner.” Sy smiled kissing the top of her head.

“Candy cane ice cream?” Harley was hopeful. Sy had never met a kid, or anybody, who loved candy canes as much as his nephew.

“I have some candy cane. I also have chocolate and pecan. Something for everyone.”

“And grape nut for you?” Wrinkling her nose, Willow shivered in disgust. Ice cream was one of the only things she didn't agree with her Uncle on.

“Yes, grape nut for me.”

“You're such an old man.” Ben added gently tossing a candy piece at his uncle's head. Nailing Sy in the side of the cheek, Ben laughed and threw up his hands in victory.

“Oh is that how you want this?” Sy picked up a few candies, launching them back at his nephew. Nailing Ben with four our of five, Sy straightened himself up. “Still got it.”

Gingerbread construction cleaned, photos taken, Sy announced that the children were free of their ugly sweaters. Rushing upstairs to change, shouts and laughter filled the house. Sy, comfortable in his sweater, worked out the decision for dinner. Ordering pizza seemed like the clear winner and nobody would complain.

Four pizzas later, enough variety that everybody had something they liked, Sy announced it was time to settle for a bit and watch some movies. Who could resist? Pizza, as promised ice cream, and various snacks that he always had on hand for the kids. It was the perfect way to spend an evening getting over a break up.

Sprawled out around the den, the kids got comfortable. Blankets and cushions all over. Sy resting on the leather sectional, Willow curled up on his lap – of course. A bowl of candy between them and Harley, who laid stretched out. Annie and Ben occupied a bean bag each, blankets pulled up around them while the decided upon “Miracle on 34th Street” played on the screen.

Dozing on and off, Sy didn't know when it had happened, but at some point the movie had come to an end the dvd menu replaying over and over. A soft whine of his beloved shepherd is what roused him this morning. Scratching his nose and sitting up, Sy scrambled to grab Willow before she slid off of his knee. Around him the kids were asleep, the house quiet and his watch informing him it was nearly dawn.

Gently sliding Willow into his spot on the couch, Sy stood and raised his arms, joints popping and his body waking. Tiptoeing out of the den and to the kitchen, Sy opened the back door letting the dog out. Rubbing his eyes, he watched the dog zoom around, before debating coffee or going back to bed. The kids would sleep another hour or two at least, which would be nice to sleep as well. Coffee won, brewing a fresh pot Sy looked around the kitchen.

His house still, the presence of the kids not going unnoticed, it felt nice to have someone else in the house. The bodies moving and bringing merriment. A kick to the gut, really. Nina having told him that part of her leaving was because she wanted children and he didn't. He loved his nieces and nephews, but full time parenting wasn't a project he was cut out for. Sy sniffled, fuck it. Shaking his head, he grumbled under his breath. She and her notions were gone now.

Opening the back door, he let the dog in. Giving a morning scratch and cooing to his faithful friend. Coffee filled the house with a delicious aroma, Sy poured his first cup and sat at the table watching the backyard. Once this coffee was gone he would get to work on his crackle cookies, they would need to freeze before baking. Tiny, nearly silent foot steps caught his attention. Willow hummed softly as she walked, her momma always told her that it wasn't polite to sneak up on people. Especially Uncle Sy. No matter how much he loved her, sneaking up could scare him and Willow didn't want that.

Sy hated the thoughts of his family feeling like they may not be safe in his presence. But he appreciated her attempt to let him know she was awake and moving around.

“Morning Wispy.” Sy's voice was steady and quiet. Willow giggled lightly. She loved that he knew it was her, without having to look. “Come here.” Sy held out an arm. Willow rushed her last few steps. “Have a good sleep?”

“Uh huh,” she rubbed her eyes and nodded. “Morning, Uncle Sy. Did you sleep good?”

“I did,” he nodded taking a sip of his coffee and pushing out his chair. “Have a seat, Miss Henning.”

Climbing into the kitchen chair, Willow sat quietly.

“Hot chocolate?”

“Yes, please.” Willow yawned and nodded. “But no coffee, it's yuck and daddy says I'm too little.”

“Your daddy has the right idea,” Sy smiled fondly, pulling out the cocoa mix and Willow's favourite mug. A big mug with a photo of her and Sy's old dog Aika.

“Uncle Sy, are you happy that I came over and brought my brother, Harley, and Anna?”

“Of course, Wispy.”

“Good, because I think you were sad but I didn't want you to be sad. I told my momma that we would make you happy if we came over. I think I was right.” she beamed through tired eyes.

“Wspy, bug, nothing could ever make me happier than you kids.” Scooping the cocoa into the mug, pouring cold milk until the was half full to save it from getting too hot.

“Not even if you had your own kids? Do you think you'll get married and have kids? Momma said...”

“Wispy,” Sy held up a hand to stop the unintentional prying. It was too early. “I will always love you. You're my best gal, yeah? All you need to know, bug, is that I will love you forever.”

“Do you love me more than Christmas cookies?”

“Well,” pausing for effect, Sy took a beat to pretend he was thinking, “I do love Christmas cookies. But yeah, I suppose I love you more than Christmas cookies, even.”

“Good, because I love you more than Christmas cookies, birthday cake, anddd Nana's biscuits.” the little girl wiggled in her seat, giggling.

“More than Nana's biscuits? Oh boy, that is some loving.” Stirring the hot cocoa, Sy lifted the mug and placed it on the table in front of his niece. A can of whipped cream in hand, he shook it before adding more than required to the top of her mug. Sitting down, he glanced at his coffee and shrugged, the hiss of the can when he added a dollop to his coffee. “Cheers,”

“Cheers!” Willow slid her mug a few centimeters to clink it against Sy's.

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