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cod-thoughts · 3 months ago

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And he stood by and waited to be called

Word count: 3.7k Relationship: NikPrice, PriceNik, Nikolai/Price Tags: Established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, surprises, anniversary

Price and Nikolai are supposed to be celebrating their anniversary today, what if Nik has to cancel last minute? What if he makes it up to Price anyway? Keep reading under the cut or on AO3 I've been working furiously on ghostprice week but i wanted to get something up before then so here we are! I just wanted some fluff and something wholesome its been a rough couple of weeks 0_0

John Price ran his fingers through his beard, inspecting it in the mirror under the bright, unforgiving bathroom light. He’d gone to the barber the night before, the guy taking care to trim his hair just right, shaping the beard until it was exactly the way Nikolai liked it. Price had watched in the mirror as the barber worked, the hum of clippers and the snip of scissors oddly soothing. He’d wanted it to be perfect, the kind of effort he didn’t make often, but today was special. It was for Nikolai, after all. The man who had waited, who had been patient through the endless nights apart, through the missions that had stretched longer than expected, through the calls that never came when Price got tied up in things beyond his control.

This morning, he’d taken his time getting ready, savoring every small step. He’d used that fancy beard oil Nikolai had given him on their last anniversary—the one with the cedar and sandalwood scent that Nikolai had said made him “smell like a forest, but a handsome one.” The words had stuck with Price, replaying in his mind every time he used the oil. He could almost hear Nikolai’s voice, that warm, affectionate tone, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he teased. It made Price smile to himself, a soft, private smile that lingered even as he moved through the rest of his routine.

He even went the extra mile, too, shaving away the rougher edges with a precision he hadn’t bothered with in a while, making sure every line was clean and crisp. The razor glided over his skin, the scent of shaving cream mingling with the cedar and sandalwood, and for once, Price allowed himself to enjoy it. This was, after all, their anniversary. Years of shared missions, flights, quick getaways, and late-night talks when the weight of command felt like too much, each adding up to something neither of them had ever quite expected. They’d found each other in the chaos, in the midst of everything else, and that was worth celebrating. It wasn’t just about the time they’d spent together—it was about the fact that they’d chosen each other, over and over again, despite everything.

After one last look, Price pulled his shirt collar into place, brushing his shoulders free of any stray hairs, adjusting the cuffs. It wasn’t fancy—not by a mile—but it felt good to put himself together just for the sake of it. For the sake of Nikolai. It made his chest swell with a quiet sort of pride, knowing that he could still find joy in the smallest of gestures, knowing that after all this time, Nikolai was still the one who made him feel like this.

As he strode out into the hallway, there was no hiding his uplifted mood. Gaz spotted him first, pausing with his coffee mug halfway to his lips, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Captain… you look sharp.” His tone was playful but warm, with an edge of real surprise. Price’s grooming routine was normally more utilitarian—efficient, maybe a bit rugged, if he was lucky.

Soap, however, was less subtle. “Christ, look at you, Cap,” he said with a dramatic whistle. “What’s the occasion?”

Price rolled his eyes, but he could feel his face heating, which only encouraged them further. Gaz gave him a knowing smile, and even Ghost, leaning against the far wall, raised an eyebrow, catching his eye with an amused nod.

They knew, of course. It was no secret that Nikolai and Price were together. It hadn’t always been easy—Price had grappled with it for years, all those ingrained habits and fears from a past where he’d never felt able to be himself, to be openly happy like this. It had been Nikolai’s patience, his kindness, that had chipped away at those walls, showing Price that he didn’t have to keep that part of himself hidden.

Instead of keeping quiet or dancing around the subject, the team encouraged him, embraced him in ways that went beyond words. They teased him, sure, but it was with warmth, with affection that made Price feel lighter than he’d ever imagined he could. After all those years of thinking he had to keep that part of himself locked away, he was here—respected and accepted not just as a captain, but as a man with a heart that belonged to someone else.

Soap, however, wasn’t about to let him go with just a blush, and brought him out of his reverie with an excited shout, “Hey, we should give him an escort!” He looked around at the others, his grin widening. “Make sure the captain here arrives in style. After all, a bloke doesn’t get gussied up like that every day.”

Price chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe I’m just overdue for a proper clean-up,” he muttered, trying to sound casual. But the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him, and he knew it. There was no hiding his excitement—not from the team, not from himself.

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The hours passed, each task feeling like both a distraction and a countdown. Price moved through his duties with a kind of restless energy, his thoughts drifting constantly to the evening ahead. Every so often, he’d reach into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small, carefully tied pouch nestled there. He’d spent weeks searching for something that would be meaningful—something that would last. In the end, he’d settled on an old-fashioned pocket watch, the kind Nikolai had once mentioned fondly in passing. It wasn’t flashy, but Price knew it would suit him, a small reminder of them that could go wherever Nikolai did. It felt right—something timeless, something that held weight, just like what they shared.

He imagined Nikolai’s reaction, the way his eyes would light up when he saw it, the warmth in his smile when he realised what it meant. Price’s heart swelled at the thought, a small smile tugging at his lips as he made his way through the base. Each step felt lighter, each mundane task a little less tedious, knowing that at the end of it all, Nikolai would be there.

As the evening approached, he found himself glancing at the clock more often, anticipation bubbling just below the surface. He was ready early, his heart thrumming with excitement as he made his way back to his quarters. They’d planned to meet there—just the two of them, an arrangement that had quickly become a ritual on the rare occasions they both had the luxury of downtime. He paced his room, unable to sit still, a smile tugging at his lips as he imagined how the night would go. They’d share a quiet meal, maybe a drink or two, and just be together—no missions, no distractions, just them.

Then his phone vibrated in his hand. Price opened the message with a grin, expecting to see Nikolai’s usual playful greeting—only to feel his heart drop as he read the words on the screen.

John, I am sorry, my love. I will not make it in time. Got pulled into something last minute. I will make it up to you, I promise. Be safe. Love you, Mishka.

The excitement that had carried him through the day deflated, replaced by a heavy emptiness that settled deep in his chest. He stared at the message, rereading it as if somehow the words might change, as if maybe he’d misunderstood. But they didn’t change, and the ache that followed was sharp and immediate. He knew he should be fine with it. This wasn’t the first time duty had forced one of them to cancel plans, and he’d had to do it to Nikolai more times than he cared to admit. He knew the job always came first—had always come first. But somehow, the disappointment cut deeper today. Maybe because he’d let himself look forward to it so openly, maybe because he’d let himself believe that, for once, they’d have the time to themselves.

Price sighed, running a hand over his face, the freshly smoothed skin reminding him of the effort he’d put into this day, the way he’d hoped it would go. He tried to brush it off, tried to tell himself it didn’t matter, but the ache in his chest lingered. He’d wanted tonight to be special—not just for himself, but for Nikolai too. He’d wanted to give them both a moment to breathe, to remind each other why they kept fighting, kept coming back.

He let out a slow breath, pocketing his phone and trying to gather himself. There was no use dwelling on it—he’d see Nikolai soon enough, and they’d make up for the lost time as they always did. But the ache in his chest didn’t ease, not fully.

Price made his way to the rec room where the team were gathered around a table playing cards. The room was filled with the sound of their banter, the shuffle of cards, the occasional clatter of a mug being set down. Normally, it was a comforting noise, a reminder of the camaraderie they shared, but tonight it felt distant—like he was watching it all from the outside.

He started making a cup of tea, his hands moving on autopilot. The motions were familiar, almost comforting in their simplicity. As the kettle clicked, Gaz sidled up next to him, nudging him lightly. “Everything alright, Captain?”

Price forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Change of plans,” he said, shrugging. “Nikolai’s not gonna make it anymore. Duty calls.”

Gaz frowned, glancing back at Soap, who was already watching Price with a sympathetic look. “Why don’t you come out with us?” Soap suggested, his voice unusually soft. “Just for a bit. Make a night of it, yeah?”

Price shook his head, his smile faltering. “Appreciate it, lads. But I’ll just finish up some reports. Been putting them off anyway.” He tried to keep his tone light, but even he could hear the strain in it. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden, to bring down the mood. The disappointment was his to carry, and he’d manage it as he always did.

He watched as the others exchanged glances but didn’t press. There was a kind of understanding in their silence, an unspoken support that made Price’s chest tighten. They cared, in their own ways, and even if they couldn’t change anything, they were there, grounding him with their steady presence. It was enough—it had to be enough.

They let him go with a quiet nod, and Price slipped into his office, burying himself in paperwork to fill the time, to ease the ache he didn’t want to admit was there. He worked through reports, reviewed mission details, anything to keep his mind occupied, but the hours dragged, each tick of the clock a reminder of what he was missing. By the time he finally called it a night, the disappointment had settled into a dull, familiar ache. He knew he’d see Nikolai soon—knew they’d make up for the lost time as they always did. But tonight, there was no denying the ache of that missing presence, the empty space that seemed to echo louder than ever.

By the time he finally headed back to his quarters, he’d resigned himself to an evening alone, the carefully wrapped gift weighing heavier in his pocket. He paused outside his door, taking a slow breath before opening it. He knew it would be empty, knew he’d have to wait a little longer to see Nikolai, but still, a part of him hoped.

As he opened the door to his room, he froze. There, standing by the bed with a small, mischievous grin and a bouquet of wildflowers in hand, was Nikolai.

Price blinked, his heart leaping at the sight. For a second, he could only stare, his mind racing to catch up with reality. The exhaustion of the day, the disappointment he'd pushed down, all seemed to vanish in an instant. He blinked again, as if to make sure this wasn't some tired trick of his imagination. But no—there Nikolai stood, just as real as the ache in his chest had been moments before, now replaced by an overwhelming rush of warmth.

Nikolai’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he saw Price’s stunned expression. “Sorry I did not message you again, I was in a rush,” he said, stepping forward, his voice softening. “I had to see this…handsome Captain, I am sure you understand.” He winked, his grin widening as he took in Price’s carefully put-together appearance.

Price’s heart clenched with something fierce—relief, love, gratitude—all of it swelled up at once, nearly making his throat tighten. He let out a breathless laugh, his lips curving into a smile that he couldn’t contain. Slowly, he stepped forward, his voice barely above a whisper. “You… how…?”

Nikolai closed the distance between them, the flowers still held loosely in one hand. “Did you really think I would miss this? Not when you put in this effort.” He reached out with his free hand, his fingers brushing against Price’s cheek, tracing the line of his freshly trimmed beard. “I’ve missed seeing you like this,” he added, his voice dropping to something more intimate, something just for Price.

For a long moment, Price could only stare, his heart swelling with relief and happiness as he took in the sight. Then, finally, he let out a quiet, breathless laugh, stepping forward and pulling Nikolai into a tight embrace. He buried his face in the crook of Nikolai’s neck, his voice muffled but thick with emotion. “You sneaky bastard.”

Nikolai laughed, his arms coming up around Price, holding him close. He pressed his face into Price’s shoulder, breathing him in, the familiar scent of cedar and sandalwood filling his senses. “Did you really think I would let you spend our anniversary alone?” he murmured against Price’s ear, his voice warm and gentle.

Price pulled back slightly, just enough to look Nikolai in the eyes. He could see the affection there, the sincerity in every line of Nikolai’s expression. It made his chest feel tight, and he swallowed hard, nodding. “No,” he said, his voice rough. “But I… I wasn’t expecting this.”

Nikolai smiled, lifting the bouquet between them. “I believe these are for you, Captain.”

Price chuckled, shaking his head as he took the flowers from Nikolai’s hand, brushing his fingers over the delicate petals. They were a little worse for wear, some petals bent, a few stems slightly bruised, but Price found it made them all the more perfect. They were real, just like this moment, like the man standing before him.

“Wildflowers, Nik?” Price asked, his voice laced with affection. “You know you didn’t have to…”

Nikolai’s smile softened, and he took a small step closer, his hand coming to rest on Price’s hip, his thumb brushing lightly against the fabric of his shirt. “No trouble, my love. Besides, I think they suit you. Strong, resilient… beautiful.”

Heat rose to Price’s face, and he looked away, huffing out a laugh. “You always know just what to say, don’t you?”

Nikolai came up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, pressing his face into the side of Price’s neck. He took a deep breath, his voice rumbling softly against Price’s skin. “Only for you.” He pulled away slightly, just enough to spin Price around to face him instead. He pressed a kiss to Price’s lips—soft, lingering, full of all the words they didn’t need to say.

When he pulled back, Nikolai’s eyes were gleaming with mischief, and he whispered, “I cannot wait to unwrap my gift,” his gaze running up and down Price’s form, appreciation evident in his eyes.

Price chuckled, shaking his head. “Not quite,” he said, his tone teasing. He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small box there. “…or at least not yet,” he added quietly, holding it out to Nikolai. “I… I got you something.”

Nikolai’s eyes softened as he took the gift, his gaze flicking up to meet Price’s before he carefully unwrapped it. The wrapping was simple—Price hadn’t been one for extravagant touches—but it had been done with care, and that was what made it special. Nikolai peeled back the paper, revealing the small box within. He opened it slowly, and the soft click of the pocket watch filled the quiet room.

A look of quiet awe crossed Nikolai's face as he took in the pocket watch, its metal glinting in the soft light. He ran his thumb across the engraved initials on the inside, his eyes taking in every detail. There was a pause, a moment where the world seemed to still around them, and then Nikolai looked up, meeting Price’s gaze with an expression so full of love it made Price’s breath catch.

“John…” His voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion as he ran his thumb over the watch’s surface again. He looked back at the initials, tracing them gently. “It’s perfect,” he said, his voice cracking just slightly.

Price felt his heart swell, the weight of the day’s disappointment finally lifting as he reached out, his fingers brushing against Nikolai’s. The warmth of Nikolai’s skin under his fingertips grounded him, the way it always did. He smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. “Only the best for you, Nik.”

Nikolai took a deep breath, his gaze flicking back down to the watch, his thumb still tracing the initials. He closed the watch with a soft click, slipping it carefully back into its box before he looked back up at Price. “I will keep it with me always,” he said, his voice still thick with emotion, his eyes meeting Price’s. “Wherever I go, a piece of you comes with me.”

Price swallowed, feeling his throat tighten as he nodded. He couldn’t find the words to respond, not properly, so instead, he took a step forward, pulling Nikolai into another embrace. This one was different from the last—slower, more deliberate. He wrapped his arms around Nikolai’s shoulders, burying his face in the crook of Nikolai’s neck, and for a moment, everything else fell away. The weight of command, the responsibilities, the expectations—all of it faded, leaving just the two of them, wrapped up in each other.

After a long moment, Price pulled back, just enough to press a gentle kiss to Nikolai’s temple. When he finally let go, Nikolai smiled, a playful glint returning to his eyes. He reached into the bag he’d set by the bed, producing a small, aged bottle of whiskey. Its amber hue gleamed in the soft light as Nikolai held it up between them. “I did not come empty-handed either,” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar warmth. “Thought we could have a proper toast, my love.”

Price’s face softened as he looked at the bottle, recognising the label immediately. It was the same whiskey they’d shared once before—on another night, one that had felt just as full of quiet understanding and love. He met Nikolai’s gaze, touched by the small gesture. “You remembered,” he said, his voice quiet.

Nikolai’s smile softened. “Of course I remembered.” He stepped closer, nudging Price gently toward the small table by the bed. “Now, let us toast properly, hm?” He poured a couple of inches into each glass, handing one to Price before raising his own. His gaze settled on Price, warm and unwavering. “To all our years, past and future, but there could never be enough time with you.”

Price felt a grin break across his face as he raised his glass, his heart swelling with a rush of affection. He clinked his glass to Nikolai’s, the soft sound filling the quiet room, and took a sip. The warmth of the whiskey spread through him, soothing the edges of the day, and he felt the tension that had lingered melt away completely.

They moved to sit on the edge of the bed, shoulders brushing as they savoured their drinks, the silence between them comfortable, filled with a quiet kind of joy. Price leaned into Nikolai slightly, their legs touching, the warmth of his partner grounding him in a way that nothing else could. He let out a content sigh, his gaze drifting down to where their hands rested side by side on the bed.

Nikolai seemed to notice the direction of his gaze, and with a soft smile, he set his glass down on the nightstand before reaching over, taking Price’s hand in his. He laced their fingers together, his thumb brushing lightly across Price’s knuckles in a slow, soothing motion.

Price turned to look at him, his chest tightening with emotion. There were so many things he wanted to say, but as he met Nikolai’s eyes, he realised he didn’t need to. Everything he felt, everything he wanted to say, was already there in the way Nikolai looked at him, in the way he held his hand, in the warmth of his touch.

Slowly, Nikolai leaned in, his forehead resting gently against Price’s. “I love you, John,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the words were just for the two of them and no one else.

Price closed his eyes, his heart swelling with a warmth that filled every part of him. He squeezed Nikolai’s hand gently, his voice equally soft as he replied, “I love you too, Nik. More than anything.”

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their foreheads resting together, their hands intertwined, the world outside forgotten. There was no rush, no need to move or speak. Everything they needed was right there, in the quiet space between them, in the love they shared.

When they finally pulled back, Nikolai grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief once more. He nudged Price gently, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “Can I still unwrap you?”

Price let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he pulled Nikolai closer, their noses brushing. “Not arguing with that,” he replied, his voice low and affectionate.

Nikolai’s grin widened, and he leaned in, capturing Price’s lips in a kiss that was soft and slow, filled with the promise of everything still to come. Price melted into it, his arms wrapping around Nikolai’s waist, his heart full to the brim.

In that quiet, stolen moment, everything felt right. The world outside could wait a little longer; tonight, this was all they needed.

#cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #q writes #call of duty fanfic #cod nikolai #nikprice #pricenik #title is from over the falls by primus #nothing to do with the fic lol but i did this for all my 31 days #and realised everyone who was reading on tumblr didnt see the music so here you :O #debating making the playlist public if anyone would be interested

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ghostgirl-22 · 2 months ago

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Deck the halls 🎄💫

Day 12: Masturbation (At this point I’m just picking prompts lol)

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Voyeurism, slight canon drift.

Pair: Tashi, Art/Patrick (light Artashi) I’ll continue pushing my Tashi agenda with these I fear

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They get in late from the Christmas frat party and even though none of them say it— they all silently know that they don’t really want to separate. It’s the last few days before winter break. So many people on Arts floor have already completed finals and left so they end up sleeping together in Art’s dorm. Art is nice enough to sleep on a blow up mattress next to Patrick so Tashi can have the bed. He even lets her borrow an oversized t-shirt so she doesn’t have to sleep in her dress. She’s still a little bit drunk when she falls asleep while making them watch Love Actually.

She doesn’t know exactly what it is that wakes her again in the middle of the night but as she opens her eyes she can hear breathing. And not normal breathing, heavy breathing and then… moaning.

She shivers and tries to roll over as silently as possible. Luckily she hears Patrick whispering at the same time as the bed makes the slightest squeak. “Shh come on baby. You gotta keep quiet for me,” he whispers softly.

Tashi bites her lip, she’s familiar with the way his voice sounds. She’s starting to be able to make out their forms as her eyes adjust in the moonlight. Patrick’s on his side, like he’s spooning Art but his body is moving rhythmically.

God they’re fucking.

Tashi almost moans but she catches herself. God forbid they realize she’s awake and then she doesn’t get to watch them finish. She listens to the sound of their breathing, sloppy and heavy. She’s obsessed with them.

She wonders if they were doing this before she met them or if they just started doing it after she “tricked” them into kissing each other. Art starts moaning again and she slowly slips her hand between her thighs. Into her panties. Fingertips sliding so easily into her pussy.

“Shh…I’m sorry baby,” Patrick breathes, “I know it’s hard to be quiet. I’m sorry. I can’t help it when you’re pressing this up against me. Fuck. You feel so good.”

“Patrick,” Art whines. Too loud.

“Shh.”

Tashi is warm all over listening to them while rubbing her cunt, her hips moving involuntarily as she plays with her clit. She bites down on her arm to try and keep herself from moaning out loud. All while their breathing and moaning escalates.

Art sounds so different. She hasn’t stopped having fantasies about what would’ve happened that night if she’d let them both have her. Have each other. She just couldn’t do that with her whole family back in the hotel room waiting for her to get home. Apparently for Patrick it doesn’t matter though. This can’t be the first time he’s fucked Art. So likely he’s been fucking her and him this whole time. He’s such an asshole. A really hot asshole with a big dick who she likes a lot. But an asshole all the same.

She knows she has to be crazy for thinking this is so fucking hot. She’s grinding on the bed getting off to the sound of her boyfriend fucking his best friend all while trying not wake her. She can’t think of a single friend that would get it. She has to be insane. She moans into her arm. Uses the pillow to hump into as she rides her fingers.

She can hear Art swearing and moaning too loud and Patrick must be covering his mouth or something.

“Oh fuck sweetheart, good… good boy,” Patrick breathes. “That’s it, let it out.”

“Your so fucked up,” Art says breathlessly after a minute. “Your so—“

Tashi is on the edge and then she can hear Art begin moaning again and then Patrick’s whispering and moaning too. Getting louder…losing control.

“Mm you feel so fucking good, gonna fucking lose it, oh shit,” Patrick moans.

Tashi feels her cunt beginning to spasm around her fingers as she comes, hips rolling helplessly into the pillow she’s got between her thighs. She’s holding her breath as wave after wave pulses through her and her fingers, panties and the pillow case are soaked with her come. She catches her breath as lightly as she can against the mattress.

“You’re so fucking gross, for that,” Art whispers. “She could’ve woken up.”

”Mm then what’s that make you?” Patrick says, amused.

“I need to clean up,” he mutters and he gets up and disappears into the bathroom. Patrick sighs and settles back on the air mattress.

Tashi moves as quietly as she can trying to adjust herself to make it seem like she’s been fast asleep the whole time in case Patrick tries to double check. She rests her head on the other pillow and closes her eyes. When she rolls over the bed squeaks ever so slightly but she doesn’t hear Patrick move so she figures he didn’t hear it.

She dozes off at some point between Art coming back in the room and Patrick getting up to use the bathroom. She wakes up again early in the morning, she thinks she’s the first one up but Art is yawning and stretching. She sits up in bed and he sees her, she grins at him and he offers her a hesitant smile back. Probably still feels so guilty about last night.

She crawls out of bed. Patrick is still snoring lightly and she walks towards the bathroom. She gestures to Art and he raises his eyebrows. “Yes you. Come here,” she whispers.

He gets up right away. Looking at her nervously. She goes in the bathroom and he follows her. “You have any extra toothbrushes?” She asks.

“Uh yeah,” he says and he searches under the counter, she goes to pee while he’s looking for the toothbrush. He steals a glance at her and when she looks back at him, smiling, he looks away quickly and tries not to look again.

“Ah here,” He says, holding a packaged toothbrush for her. Once she’s up washing her hands.

“Thank you,” she says, “you want to walk with me to the cafeteria to get food? We can bring some back here for Patrick.”

“Uh yeah,” Art says.

She opens the toothbrush and brushes her teeth and he grabs his toothbrush too. He’s giving her shy little glances in the mirror. He’s adorable but all she can think about is the way he was moaning last night. She spits and rinses her mouth and he’s still brushing.

“You still think I’m pretty?” She asks him, fixing her bun in the mirror, aware that the oversize t-shirt he let her borrow is rising up along her thighs.

“Mmhm.” He nods emphatically, eyes lingering for a moment on the newly exposed part of her legs.

She smiles and he’s biting his toothbrush. He bends over to rinse his mouth out and she gently rubs his ass. If Patrick gets to have both she thinks its only fair that she gets to play with Art just a little bit more.

He stands up again wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and looks at her, stunned, his blue eyes all wide.

She leans in and kisses him, he kisses her back softly. She feels his hands on her waist and she smiles against his lips as his little tongue flutters and he licks his way into her mouth. She kisses him slowly, letting it build just a little more before she pulls back. He hums a bit as she teases her fingers into his hair. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and leans into his ear. “I hope you had fun last night. I was touching myself while you did it.”

Art goes stiff. “Tashi I— it was his—I’m not—not gay.” He stammers.

“It’s okay. I know.” Tashi shrugs. “I still think it’s hot.” She pulls back and kisses him again and he’s all too hungry for it. “Maybe me and you can hang out more next semester.” She says gently.

“Uh yeah,” Art says, eagerly.

“Mmkay,” she smiles and she walks to the bathroom door pulling it open. “Are you coming?” She asks.

“Uh I um…” he looks around for an excuse but she can clearly see the outline of his dick swelling in his boxers. “I’ll be right out… just gonna take a shower and then we can go.”

“Sure,” she says, and she shuts the door behind her and leans against it, grinning.

#tashi duncan #art donaldson #patrick zweig #challengers fic #challengers smut #art x patrick #31 days of smut writing

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serickswrites · 4 months ago

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Falling Stars

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, blood, wounds, infection, mcd

Caretaker carded their fingers through Whumpee's sweat soaked hair. They had pulled Whumpee into their lap hours ago and had tried to offer Whumpee any measure of comfort, no matter how small.

It was the least they could do.

They had sat chained in a corner for days, watching Whumper torture Whumpee. Begging Whumper to give Whumpee a break and hurt them. Hoping that rescue would come soon and they would both be spared.

But as the days wore on and the blood dried on Whumpee's skin and Whumper re-opened every wound, Caretaker began to doubt. They began to doubt help was coming. They began to doubt Whumper would hurt them. And they began to doubt that Whumpee would survive.

Some of Whumpee's wounds still bled from Whumper's last visit. Some wounds oozed and wept. And some were so deep that Caretaker was certain Whumpee was dying. And soon.

"You......you need to......get out of here, C'ta'r," Whumpee managed to rasp out. "G-G-G-Go outttttt th-th-th-the wwwwwwinnnnndow-ow-ow-ow."

"I'm not leaving you," Caretaker said as they stared down into Whumpee's fever bright eyes. "Just rest a bit longer. We'll find a way to get both of us out of here." Caretaker blinked hard, fighting against the tears that were always present in their eyes. They looked away as they tried to blink away the tears. The starry night's sky winked at them from out the window.

Whumpee smiled softly. "I.....I don't th-th-think sssso-o-o-o-o."

"Nonsense. Just rest more. Rest and then I'll take you home. You can rest more. You can heal. And maybe....maybe you will be all better by the time all those falling stars happen around your birthday. We could watch them again."

"I'd.....like th-th-that."

"Just rest, Whumpee. Close your eyes. I'm not going anywhere."

"C-C-Can'ttttt l-l-l-leave yyyyyyou-ou-ou."

Caretaker's heart twinged. "It's ok. I'm not going anywhere. You're not going anywhere. Just rest, Whumpee. I'll watch over you."

Reluctantly, Whumpee closed their eyes. Caretaker knew that no amount of rest was going to make Whumpee well enough. But they couldn't give up hope. They couldn't let Whumpee die. Not yet. There had to be a way for both of them to get out.

But as time wore on and Whumpee got weaker and weaker, Caretaker realized that Whumpee was holding on, was prolonging their suffering, to spare Caretaker the heart ache.

Whumper had dragged Whumpee from their arms countless times. Whumper had beaten and tortured Whumpee countless times. And Whumper had left Whumpee barely alive and breathing on the floor countless times.

But this time was different.

Whumpee hadn't stirred when the cell door slammed shut. They hadn't stirred when Caretaker called to them. Normally Whumpee slowly dragged themself close enough that Caretaker could pull them into Caretaker's lap. But this time they just lay there and breathed.

"Whumpee," Caretaker called softly. "Say something, Whumpee."

Whumpee groaned. "T-T-Tiredddd. H-H-Hurrrrrttts-s-s-s-s."

"I know. I know, Whumpee. Let me hold you. You've always slept better in my arms. Come on, Whumpee."

Caretaker stretched to the end of their chain, their fingertips just brushing Whumpee's arm. Whumpee moaned as they tried to roll onto their side. Blood had pooled beneath them and the ground was slick. Whumpee was too weak to pull themself along.

"Love, come on, you can do it."

Slowly, painfully, Whumpee rolled onto their side. They managed to push themself with one leg close enough to Caretaker that Caretaker could pull them close. Whumpee gasped with pain as Caretaker moved them, their eyes wide and bright with pain.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm sorry!" Caretaker repeated over and over.

Whumpee didn't respond as their chest heaved weakly. They lay in Caretaker's arms, but couldn't get enough air to speak. Their eyes were hazy with pain. Their eyelids fluttered open and closed as they struggled to remain conscious.

"I'm sorry, Whumpee. I'm sorry," Caretaker sobbed. They pressed their forehead to Whumpee's. "It's ok. It's ok. You can leave me. It's ok. I'll be ok. I promise."

Whumpee blinked up at Caretaker, their eyes suddenly clear. Caretaker nodded. "It's ok. You can rest. You can leave me. I'll be ok. I promise I'll be ok. You can," Caretaker sniffed, "you can go, Whumpee. I'm here. I won't leave you."

Whumpee's stuttering wheezing breaths echoed in Caretaker's ears. They opened their mouth, but no sound came out. "It's ok, Whumpee. It's ok. I love you. You're ok, love. I'll be ok."

Slowly, Whumpee's eyes closed. Their body slowly relaxed in Caretaker's arms. Their stuttering breaths continued as Caretaker watched Whumpee relax. A light flashed in the darkened cell. Caretaker looked up and out the window. Stars. The stars were falling out the window.

"The falling stars are here, Whumpee, look," Caretaker said as they returned their gaze to Whumpee. Their mouth went dry. "Whumpee?"

Whumpee looked peaceful, as though they were asleep, their face no longer pinched with pain. But Caretaker knew better. "Oh, Whumpee," Caretaker wailed, "I am so sorry. I'm sorry."

Whumpee flopped bonelessly in Caretaker's arms as Caretaker lifted Whumpee close. They rocked with Whumpee's body as they sobbed. Whumpee was free. Whumpee had gone. Whumpee had left Caretaker behind. Whumpee had gone where Caretaker could not follow. Whumpee was with the falling stars. And Caretaker was alone.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

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goddessserephina · 4 months ago

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Spooktober Writing Prompts 2024

Here’s 31 prompts to use during Spooktober 2024! I know it’s a couple days late, but I totally forgot to post.

1. Ghost

2. Monster

3. Haunted House

4. Secret

5. Greek

6. Orange

7. Pumpkins

8. Glow

9. Misty

10. Dark

11. Abandoned

12. Animal

13. Party

14. Crystal

15. Blood

16. Windy

17. Empty

18. Fight

19. Overgrown

20. Mystery

21. Corn Maze

22. Water

23. Mask

24. Castle

25. Comfy

26. Undead

27. Trail

28. Sunset

29. Power

30. Costume

31. Halloween

Please remember that this challenge is just for fun and you should always take your time and don’t stress! Posting or doing the challenge already won’t hurt anyone!

#writing prompts #prompts #writing #30 day challenge #spooktober #writetober #inktober #31 days of horror #31 days of writing #fanfiction #journaling #spooky writing #writing challenge #writing practice

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lestappenforever · 3 months ago

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December 1st: Last Christmas (I Convinced You To Be My Fake Boyfriend) Lestappen | Fake/Pretend Relationship | Chapter 1/31 by @f1writingbyme and @lestappenforever

Welcome to day 1, chapter 1, of our Lestappen Christmas calendar fic!

Every single day throughout the month of December, at 09:00 CET (Central European Time), we'll be posting a new chapter of this fic on AO3.

Not only that, but we've also created an online Christmas calendar where a door will open at 09:00 CET every single day for added Christmas spirit! Opening the calendar is definitely not required to read the fic, but we would recommend doing so if you really want to get into the Christmas vibes. 🎄

You can find our online Christmas calendar here.

So, without further ado: please enjoy the very first chapter of what has arguably been one of our favorite fics to write!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! ❤️

Read chapter 1 of '31 Days of Lestappen: A Festive Christmas Calendar' on AO3 here.

#Lestappen #Lestappen fic #Lestappen Christmas calendar #31 Days of Lestappen: A Festive Christmas Calendar #My writing #Ilse and Mona write together #f1writingbyme #Ilse's neverending adoration tag

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literaryslapshot · 1 month ago

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"you're already breaking your new years resolution"

31 days of blurbs | carmen berzatto x reader | contains: talk of having children,

there wasn't anything carmen loved more than a little one on one competition. the chance to prove he was the best, that he had the best work ethic, or that he was worth something? sign him up.

so when the idea was brought up of placing bets among the staff to see who would break their new years resolution first, he was all in. his resolution was simple, and somewhat realistic. 1 cigarette a day.

in reality he knows it's going to be hard for him to quit, so he decided to limit it to 1 a day. when he brought it up he got several laughs and jokes made, but he was serious about it.

"what made you choose that for your resolution?" you asked, sitting in your kitchen watching him make dinner for the two of you.

"i dunno, i think it'll help improve my health. make me feel better r'somethin'," he mumbled, dicing tomatoes and scraping them into the pot. but you knew the real reason. ever since you brought up the idea, the chance, of having kids with carmy, he's been all over it.

you've caught him putting things for a baby in his amazon wishlist, scrolling through tiktoks of 'things i wish i knew as a first time parent' videos, and even looking up 'top baby names'. but he wants to make sure that the restaurant is in good standing, he can't bring a baby into this world and not have some sort of stable income.

he has worked overtime making sure that when he eventually becomes a father, he'll be a good parent. so the real reason behind the cigarettes, is he wants to be healthy for his kid. he doesn't want to smoke around his kids, or even at all by that time.

"well i believe in you, you'll do great."

january 1 comes around. the staff has the day off, and he plans to spend the first day of the new year with you, in bed, with nothing else planned. and it was a great day, one of the best he's had in a while. loving on you, making you laugh, talking about anything and everything with you. the calm in his storm, the waving white flag in the middle of a war, that's how he thinks of you. and he only had one cigarette. i can do this, he thinks.

but then, day two comes. the restaurant is back open, richie is back to being a pain his everyones ass, and fak is back fucking everything up. at least, that's how carmy perceives it. he's never wanted a cigarette more in his life, and it's only 9 am.

10 am rolls around and he can't stand it anymore. sneaking out back, grabbing his lighter and a cigarette, he lights up feeling the stresses of his day (his 4 hour day at that point) subside for a little bit.

"you're already breaking your new years resolution?" richie jokes as he takes the trash out. carmen shakes his head, putting it out on the brick wall and throwing the waste away.

"no, that was my one for the day." he shortly responded, going back to work but not before pulling out his phone to text you.

gonna be a long fuckin day. i've already had my smoke for today, you might need to come give me a pick me up this afternoon. hahaha what if i was already planning on it? you know me so well fuck i love you

january was going to be a long month.

#j's writing #31 days of blurbs #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #carmy imagine #the bear imagine #the bear x reader

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skyward-floored · 3 months ago

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Whumptober Day 27 - Voiceless, “I have no mouth and I must scream”

I feel like I’ve been mean to Wind a lot heh, I feel bad for the little guy. It’s better than the three arrows I put in his chest in that other fic! ...Maybe, anyway.

Warnings: redeads

Ao3 link

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Wind was not happy.

He struggled and kicked, tried to squirm out of the bruising hold on his arms, went limp and tried to just give the two soldiers dragging him along some underground passageway as worse of a time as possible. They’d already taken his weapons and only held him tighter as he struggled, but Wind kept it up anyway.

One of the Yiga grumbled in annoyance as Wind kicked at his legs, and he felt a glint of satisfaction.

“Rotten kid, that attitude will die plenty quick where you’re going,” the other Yiga snapped, ignoring Wind’s attempts to bite him. “This cell was for the hero, but what better way to lure him there than to dump his little brother in it first?”

“You built a cell underneath the outskirts of a village? Wow, that’s normal well-adjusted behavior,” Wind huffed, and one Yiga sneered.

“We merely adapted it for our purposes. And you’re the perfect person to test it out.”

Wind finally managed to clamp his jaws down on one of the soldier’s hands, and he yelled, gloves not thick enough to really protect him. The other one snatched at Wind and put a dagger to his throat before he could press his attack, and Wind reluctantly released the hand, getting the message.

“Link’ll never fall for your stupid trap anyway,” Wind said with a glare, and the Yiga both chuckled.

“Oh yes he will. Have fun, kid.”

A door was opened, and Wind was tossed through without any sort of fanfare, stumbling as he landed. He whirled back around to the door, but it was already closed and firmly locked.

Wind scowled at it, then turned to look around his prison, mind already turning towards thoughts of escape. Who did these Yiga guys think they were, kidnapping him off the street? He was the Hero of Winds! How had they even gotten the drop on him?

Wind scowled again and kicked at the floor of the cell. At least he’d been walking around with Four and Wild. Surely one of them would notice he was missing soon. And if not, well, Wind was pretty good at getting out of tight spots if he did say so himself.

No problem.

Wind put his hands on his hips, looking around the dark cell. There was a single tiny torch hung up on the wall, too high for Wind to reach that lit up the skinny space. A stone wall stood at the far end of the cell, but the two sides were open bars, darkness yawning beyond them.

It... kinda made his skin crawl.

Wind crossed his arms, feeling cold all of a sudden, but he shrugged it off with a huff. He needed to figure out how to get out of here, creepy darkness or not. The deep shadows beyond the bars suggested a bigger area, so if he could just find a loose one, he’d be set. Maybe he could even climb up and grab the torch.

Wind walked over to a side, starting at one end and giving each bar a solid shake. They seemed pretty firmly in the ground, but Wind worked his way across anyway, hoping for a loose one. He got all the way through without a single loose bar, and sighed, crossing to the other side to try there instead.

He’d gotten about halfway when he heard something, creaky and quiet.

Wind froze, listening, and the hair on the back of his neck went up as he heard it again. That noise was familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew it was familiar.

And that it was bad news.

A low moan came from somewhere in the darkness, and Wind slowly began to back away, nerves all alight. If he could just see he wouldn’t be nearly as nervous. Maybe the darkness was just freaking him out, and he was imagining noises because of that?

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and Wind’s eyes went huge as a familiar sensation wracked through him, deathly cold and terrifying.

Oh no, he thought in a panic, his feet frozen to the floor, body unable to turn away from the shambling footsteps he could hear. Oh no oh no oh—

A face appeared in the flickering light of the torch, decaying and horrible, eyes glowing. A rotten hand stretched forward and wrapped around the bars, and Wind stared at the Redead, trapped in its unnatural terror.

It didn’t look like his version of them, taller, with a few ragged clothes on its lanky body, but the feeling it left him with was the same, sheer, unnatural terror.

I’ve got to get away, maybe by the door I’ll be far enough it won’t be able to—

A different scream rang out, sending another jolt through Wind’s chest, and he watched in horror as another redead grasped at the bars, reaching out to him, trying to pull him close. Beady eyes stared at him, glowing and malicious with hunger, and Wind might have whimpered if he could move his mouth.

He fought the paralysis as much as he could, but the moment it started to wear off, one of them screamed again, leaving Wind with no escape. More screams joined the first two, and Wind choked on his breath as a whole group of redeads shambled out of the darkness. Screams came near constantly from their lips as they grabbed at the bars and reached through, trying to get at him.

They can’t get through, they can’t get through they can’t hurt you, it’s just to scare you, Wind thought frantically, heart drumming in his chest. They don’t want you to escape that’s why they put them there you’re okay you’re okay you’re okay.

The screams just kept coming, endless and piercing and shooting Wind’s heart through with inescapable terror. He couldn’t even move to cover his ears, and he felt a terrified scream build in his own throat.

But it wouldn’t come out. Wind could only keep standing there, immobilized, tears trailing silently down his cheeks.

It felt like his heart was being encased in ice, frost shooting through his veins with every scream and grazing touch. More screams joined the agonizing chorus from behind him, and the terror felt like it would crush him, repeatedly crashing over him like a freezing wave.

Hands grabbed at him, nails grazing his skin. Wind couldn’t move, the torrential screams hammering at him, cracking him, filling him up with so much terror his mind couldn’t focus on anything else.

His world narrowed down to screams and beady eyes, Wind drowning in terror, eyes darting around wildly, mind screaming every time a hand grazed him.

If he could move he’d be curled up on the ground, but all he could do was stand here and sob in his mind as a deathly cold hand finally closed around his wrist.

Then a different noise rang out over the screams.

It was garbled in Wind’s ears, some sort of talking he couldn’t make out over the redeads’ shrieks. But suddenly music poured into the cell, cheery and bright, and the screaming stopped.

All of it.

Wind’s ears still rang with them, and the terror still pressed over him like a wet blanket, but there was finally silence, and the hand trying to drag Wind closer to the bars had stopped in its efforts, the redead’s mouth stuck open with its teeth bared.

Wind would’ve sobbed if he could move, and he heard footsteps and talking, his ears still ringing too much to make out. Strong arms pulled the hand off his wrist and cradled him to a chest, shouted something at the other sets of footsteps. The song trilled again, bright and warm, and though Wind still couldn’t do much as twitch his pinky, some of his panic eased as he felt a steady heartbeat against where his ear rested.

The others were here.

There must have been a trip out, but Wind missed most of it, still trapped in the lingering screams he could hear in his mind. Tears trickled steadily down his cheeks, and past the unnaturally sharp fear was a flicker of annoyance at crying so much.

But the terror mostly blotted it out.

Sunshine finally fell onto his face, warm and soft, and whoever was holding Wind lowered themselves to a knee. A face looked down at him, and Wind saw Twilight, eyes fearful.

“Hey Wind, you alright?” he asked, and Wind could only stare at him, heart pounding, terror still clenching like a talon around him. “Wind?”

“Is he okay?” someone else asked, and Twilight leaned back, Time and Wild’s faces both coming into view next.

“He’s not responding,” Twilight replied, and Time leaned in, studying Wind’s face with a worried look.

“Wind, can you hear me?” Time asked, setting a hand on his chest.

I can hear you fine, I just can’t move! Wind wanted to scream, but his mouth was still frozen shut. The only thing that he was still able to do was cry, apparently.

Time gently wiped his tears away, and if Wind wasn’t still so terrified, he was sure he’d be embarrassed. “Do we know how long he was down there?”

“An hour, hour and a half? No more than two based on when we started looking,” a voice Wind placed as Wild added anxiously. Oh good, he avoided the trap. “Is that bad?”

“It’s a long time to be around an attacking redead, no less dozens of them like he was,” Time replied, gently tilting Wind’s head around as he looked at it. “Usually the song fixes things, I have no idea why he’s still frozen like this.”

“Prolonged exposure I’d guess,” Four’s voice added, and Twilight’s hand combed gently through his hair. “It might just take him longer to break out of it. He’s so cold...”

“I still can’t believe we lost sight of him like that,” Wild said quietly, and a different hand touched his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Wind.”

Oh Wild, it’s not your fault, Wind thought, trying to look the champion in the eye and convey the sentiment. I’d tell you so if I could.

Some more footsteps pounded against the grass suddenly, and the amount of voices around Wind doubled, more faces leaning over to look at him, worried questions floating over his head. The other Links had obviously joined the group, and Wind struggled even harder against the paralysis making him nothing but deadweight. But he remained as frozen as ever, a scream still stuck in his throat, ice around his heart.

“Give him space, I’m pretty sure he’s aware of what’s going on and you all are crowding him,” Warriors’ voice chided, and the majority of heads pulled back from his view. The captain’s face appeared in his line of sight, full of worry. “Wind? Can you move anything? Even just something small?”

Wind started at his feet and worked his way upward this time, trying to move anything he could. Fear still thrummed through him, his body on high alert, tears tracking down his cheeks, but he finally managed to twitch his eyelids a little.

“Hey, there we go,” Warriors said with relief in his eyes. “Can you do it again?”

Wind focused, managing another twitch, and almost did a full blink when he tried again. Warriors’ face was still worried, but he looked encouraged by even the tiny movement.

“Here, let me see if this helps some more,” Time said then, and Twilight shifted Wind around in his arms so his head was a little more upright.

Time pulled out his ocarina, purplish blue in the sunshine, and he played the trilling song again, the one Wind finally recognized as the song of passing. Time played it through a couple times, magic falling over Wind like a beam of sunlight. He was surprised the time of day itself didn’t change, but maybe Time was stopping it from doing that somehow.

Suddenly the magic loosened something inside him, the icy terror cracking, thawing a little. Some feeling swept back into his body, and the scream that had been stuck in Wind’s throat this whole time suddenly burst out, loud and terrified.

Time immediately stopped playing, and Wind began to tremble as feeling slowly spread to the rest of him, his scream ending in a hiccup. It felt amazing to finally give voice to the horrible coldness in him, and Wind barely noticed when a thumb brushed along his cheek.

“Wind?” Time asked quietly, and Wind breathed in a shaking breath, firmly blinking tears out of his eyes.

“Th-thank, tha-ank y-you,” he managed get out in a miserable-sounding whimper.

Sighs of relief went up around him, and Time gave Wind a smile, even with the way Wind was shaking and still unable to stop the tears from escaping his eyes.

“You’re welcome Sailor,” Time replied, and brushed a few more of his tears away.

Wind managed a shaky smile back, then relaxed into Twilight’s arms, more and more of the ice in his chest melting away into bright sunshine.

#day 13 continuation tomorrow (or next anyway. might not be tomorrow)#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wind #lu time #fic #whumptober #whumptober 2024 #no.27 #voiceless #i have no mouth and i must scream #writing from the floor #another one dowwwwn #I’m excited for 28 and 29!#...I also don’t have particular plans for 30 or 31 lol so we’ll see about those #maybe ill give in and do something with an oc Link

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becausebuckley · 4 months ago

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my wishes come true (whenever i'm with you) | buddie | only one bed | 3.6k

buck and eddie have to share a bed in a hotel. for @flufftober day 31, make a wish!

“You okay?” Buck whispers into the darkness. There's a pause before Eddie responds, his voice low and a bit hesitant. “Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m not really used to sharing a bed with someone anymore, you know? It’s been a while.” Buck’s heart skips a beat at the admission. He knew this, of course, but hearing Eddie say it out loud makes it more real somehow. He swallows hard, gathering his courage before speaking. “Yeah, I get that,” he says softly. “It’s been a while for me too. But it’s kind of nice, isn’t it? Having someone there?” “It is,” Eddie says. “I- I always liked that. With Shannon, sure, but also with you, during quarantine. It feels safer.” “I feel safer, too.” Buck’s voice drops down to a whisper. There's a moment of stillness, and then Eddie moves closer, his knee accidentally bumping against Buck’s thigh. “Sorry,” Eddie murmurs, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he stays there, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin barrier of their pants.

read the full fic on ao3 here!

#flufftober2024 #day 31 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #911 fic #michelle writes #michelle does flufftober #my final october fic!!#that's 31/31 done holy shit #i can't believe i made it

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kkeidawrites · 4 months ago

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Extinguished Flames

Day 26 of Blacktober!

It was half past midnight and it didn’t seem to effect or matter for either Benimaru or Y/n to stop their tussle. Each hit was calculated and painfully directed onto each other, a bruise or a sore appearing on each blow but that didn’t deter them to stop the two from falling over.

Benimaru was brought down to his knees, panting exhaustively while Y/n stilled herself to keep her on her feet, she too was out of breath. Wiping his lip of blood, Benimaru looks up at the woman who had put herself back in a fighting stance, her body shaking.

“Still holding on? You should give up, you’re already on your knees.” She pants.

Not one to be seen as a weakling, Benimaru pulls himself up to stand up but, has no choice but to fall back to his knees as he felt his become jelly. He couldn’t bring himself to stand anymore, he was tired.

“Come on you bastard, one more round. I know you’ve got it in you to keep fighting.” Y/n jeers and Benimaru sighs, placing his hands on his knees and bows his head in defeat.

“I’m done.” He deadpanned and Y/n frowns in confusion.

“What? You’re done?”

“Yeah.” He says and practically drags himself to the springs, maybe it would help with the upcoming soreness developing into his bruises and upcoming swelling.

Y/n watches him go and lets her hands fall by her sides, disappointed that their fight was over and her debt still unpaid. Benimaru grunts softly in pain at the stinging of his wounds and relaxed against the springs, cushioning his head on the soft rocks.

Minutes go by as Benimaru soaks in the water, while Y/n watches him. She wanted to keep fighting, she still had the fire burning inside of her body and if her partner wasn’t ready then she wasn’t going to fight them while they were already down.

She observed his upper body was littered with bruises, even his left eye was swollen and was pretty sure it was going to turn into a black eye. Sighing, Y/n digs into her pocket and pulls out a small box. Walking over to where he was sitting, Y/n sits down behind him and opens the little round canister of ointment.

Using a finger to dip into the ointment, she gently applies it on the large purple bruise that was appearing on his right shoulder. Hissing, Benimaru’s shoulder jerks from the pain but relaxes again when he felt more of the coolness of the salve being applied.

Once she had put the ointment on his back and shoulders, she patted his head gently.

“Hey, turn around so I can get your face.” She said and Benimaru sighs softly but doing as she says.

His chin was placed on top of his folded arms as he closed his left eye, and her finger rubbed around his skin.

“Got you pretty good huh?” Y/n attempts to joke as she begins to rub the salve on his left cheek and Benimaru offers a scoff but grins nonetheless.

“I let you win.” He says.

“Sure you did.” She giggles. Once she was done, Y/n put the ointment back into her pocket and looks down at him.

“Are you going to get in?” He suddenly asks and Y/n raised a brow at him.

“Get in?”

“Yeah, you’re sore too, might as well get in and soak it out.” He shrugs and grunts softly from the pain.

“And what if I don’t want to?” She asks. Benimaru shrugs again.

“Fine, don’t get in. Do what you want.” He says turning around and leaning back against the rocks again.

Y/n hums in thought and looks over the steaming waters. Thinking a soak wouldn’t be such a bad idea, Y/n removes her boots and walks over to the bathrooms of the osen.

Leaving her boots outside, Y/n steps into the bathrooms and proceeds to take off her orange uniform, changing into a towel. Once she was done, Y/n grabs a clean rag and returns to the hotsprings. Removing her towel, she allows her body to be submerged in the springs; Y/n sighs softly at the warm water and relaxes against the shoreline of rocks.

They sit in silence for a while and Benimaru peeks one eye at the woman sitting across from him.

“You know, you should really go and see Captain Burns sometime soon. He says he wants to see you.” She says and Benimaru scoffs.

“If he wants to see me then, he can come and see me.” Benimaru bites annoyed and Y/n rolls his eyes.

“Still having trouble working with the higher ups? You’re such a child.” Y/n jeers and Benimaru shrugs indifferently.

“Come closer.” He says softly, raising his hand to motion her over.

“Why?” Y/n asks.

“I want you to be close to me.” He admits a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

Y/n gives a face but gets up and swims over to his side. Benimaru wraps his right arm around her waist pulling her closer to him.

“You know you still owe me a fight right?” She says and Benimaru sighs.

“No I don’t. You just like to fight.” He says rubbing her waist under the water.

“Yeah, you’re right. But, unfortunately, this is what I have to retort to just so you can spend more time with me. I have to beat your ass just to get your attention.” She says and Benimaru scoffs, turning away.

“If I take you out this weekend, will that satisfy you?” He asks

“No, I want a legit date,” she sits up to look him right in his eyes.

“I want the nice dinner, the hand holding, the whole nine yards Benimaru! You hear me?” She grabs his chin to make sure he was focused only on her and Benimaru hums, nodding.

“Good, now let’s soak.” She says, getting comfortable against him. Benimaru sighs but smiles when he looks down at her, even kissing her forehead.

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newrochellechallenger2019 · 2 months ago

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why not? (will i keep up with this?...no)

day 1 + 2 - undressing + new positions

you appear in the bedroom doorway, striking a pose dramatically. your hair is done, curled to perfection and your short dress hugs every curve.

art's sat on the edge of the bed, tying his tie in the mirror before glancing over at you, his gaze turns ravenous as he takes you in, looking you up and down.

'ready to go?' you grin, blushing at the way he's looking at you.

right. the charity gala. art blinks rapidly, snapping out of his wild thoughts. 'yeah, c'mere a sec baby, give me a hand would you?' he says innocently, hands trying to do his tie. and you stroll over to him.

he pulls you into his lap and you squeal, he brushes a stray hair off your face. 'i like this' he breathes, smirking. 'and the dress too...'

you bite your lip, 'yeah?' you purr seductively, feeling his dress pants grow tight beneath you. 'it's new.' his hands run down your waist, feeling the fabric against his fingers.

you arch your back at his sultry touch and his hand move around, towards the zipper on the back of the dress, a slow grin spreading back across his face, 'you know what'd look even better?' and you groan in feigned annoyance, 'don't say it- don't you dare!' but you can't hide the matching grin on your face.

he undoes the zipper with ease, blue eyes gazing lustfully into yours, lifting the dress up, 'arm's up baby c'mon' he coaxes gently and you obey, the dress tossed aside immediately.

he makes an appreciative noise as his fingers brush along your sides, hooking in your bra strap, you squeak as he pings it against you. he begins kissing your neck, biting and sucking and you let out a low whine as he unclasps your bra, tossing that aside too.

you tilt your neck to give him better access and you can feel his smirk against your skin. 'good girl' he breathes before he suddenly lifts you up and flips you over so you're splayed across the bed. he stands then, undoing his belt, and you reach, eager to help him undress and he shakes his head, 'you just lay there and look pretty darling' and you blush, arranging yourself on the bedsheets, only in your panties.

he pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing his muscular tennis physique, kicking his trousers and boxers aside before clambering on top of you. 'so pretty, you hear?' he murmurs, sucking a dark mark into your collarbone and you whimper.

he moves along your body, down towards your panties, murmuring compliments between every kiss before halting, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, looking up at you for confirmation and you nod desperately. he pulls your panties down, taking in your glistening pussy like it's his first time seeing it.

'already?' he teases, like his cock isn't throbbing too, and you blush, embarrassed. 'it's cute, baby' he continues, his finger collecting the wetness around your folds and your hips buck, suddenly eager and he grins.

he slowly slips a finger inside your waiting hole and you let out a soft moan at the intrusion. he crooks his finger so it hits your g-spot and you squirm, 'oh- fuck- yes-'. and his eyes light up, 'you like that?' and you nod ferverishly, he adds a second finger, the wetness leaking from your pussy obscene.

as he's finger-fucking you, your gummy walls clenching around him, he looks up at your flushed face, 'i wanna try something new baby' he murmurs, 'how flexible are you?'.

your brow furrows. 'uhh...ngh...pretty flexible i- mmph- guess', 'good' art says as he pulls his fingers from your cunt, you whine at the loss of stimulation but you watch hungrily as he uses your wetness to lube up his cock.

he grabs your thighs and lifts them up, pushing your feet closer to your head, oh, you grab your feet and pull forward as far as possible, your hole now even more visibly open and dripping.

his lines up his tip with your entrance before pushing in, it's thicker than his two fingers and you whimper. he continues to push, his cock rubbing up against your walls, his finger finds your clit and begins to rub it and you melt, moaning, giving him more ease to slide in.

he bottoms out in you and groans, 'ngh- so- ngh- tight' and you moan in response, jaw going slack at the feeling of intense fullness. he slides out of your cunt slowly before slamming back in, the new position creating an angle that allowed him to go deeper and you let out a high pitched squeal as he rammed into your g-spot repeatedly.

your eyes glass over and he smirks, 'look at you- mmph- dumb on my fucking cock-' and you nod dazily, almost drooling as he continued to sloppily thrust in and out of you.

'gonna- ngh- cum' you slur and his pace increases, 'cum for me baby', rubbing your clit fiercely and his command sends you over the edge and you cum with an uncharacteristic squirt and a high pitched moan.

he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and you're too dumb to protest, until he cums, pulling out as he does. he kisses your forehead and gets you a glass of water. 'worth trying something new hm?' he says softly and you nod, smiling dazily.

'guess we're gonna be late to the gala.' he jokes and you laugh, 'guess so.'

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