#One is coming in tomorrow so yippee

[bad-succulent-father]

Oh yeah also part one to my pre-3 month anniversary of succulent ownership, Echeveria Agavoides Lemaire and Sedum Morganianum Burrito :>

[possiblyfunny]

Hello again, fellas. (And to whoever is actually interested in looking at my weird little AU-) Sanctuary has been on my mind lately and uhhh, I’d like to introduce you to some new characters!

Meet the Eventide Duo: REI and KAI!

I, like with Aster and Del, have never drawn them before, and because I honestly didn’t have it in me to do two full-body drawings with color and everything, doodling them was the next best thing. I’ve been thinking about these two a lot and just really wanted to get them down as a start. Soooo—this is their first pass and things are subject to change! (Please excuse the messiness-)

Rei (the Red) and Kai (the Blue) come from—okay this is kinda funny now that I’m writing it out—their AU was inspired by an FNF fan song that I heard awhile back. It was something like “Frostbite but Blue.” The person who made the song (I don’t remember their name off the top of my head) said they were going to post the lore, but as far as I know they never did, so my brain kinda took the concept and ran with it—making it into my own story. (Sorry to whoever that was-)

Rei is the fledgling god of the Sun and the Second Coming of Arceus. He ascended to godhood after his untimely death, returning to earth to protect the one he loves. Rei may look like a massive grump, but in reality, he's a ray of sunshine and one of the most warm-hearted and protective people you'll ever meet. Kai is still a Pokémon Trainer, but he’s also Rei's singular devotee. He's honestly pretty quiet for a Blue, if not a bit high-strung, but he's loyal and sweet, even if he has a bit of a hard time showing it.

The both of them worked together to survive the violent floods and rainfall that devastated their original home, and now live a quiet life together in Sanctuary, going on little adventures here and there to try and reclaim the life they lost bit by bit.

(Okay, time to tag my one fan. @100nebulas , I think you said you wanted more Sanctuary content in general that one time, so I guess you’re gonna be eternally tagged in these lmao. Hope you enjoy :])

[vampmilf]

MY DAD IS COMING TOMORROW

[muffingnf]

Who up missing george

[duskerot]

SHES DONE SHES DONE !!

[vonlipvig]

see, i can't watch another episode after that. that's a one and done.

and also because i made that 40 min episode last like an hour and a half, but whatevs.

[onigiray]

hey guys does anyone have a tutorial for how to stop crying because tomorrow is my last day with my long distance partner after spending 6 months together no glue no borax 👍 any suggestions welcome thanks

[k0yaz]

Could I have a fluff-smut Arlecchino x fem reader one-shot? Something with aftercare/mostly aftercare

Aftercare is so underrated in smutshots :(

water of affection.

Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, fluff, fingering, praise. sesbian lex, squirting, mention of arlecchino’s real name GIRLS KISSING WOAH, guys this art of arle is making me crawl on the ceiling again, have yall SEEN that art of her with her hair down oh my f, wlw stuffs yippee, this turned out good, not proofread.

A/N: i agree we absolutely need more aftercare cause a lack of that doesn’t make the boombayah feel like emotional yk- also school is starting tomorrow so if I end up being dead yk why 🕯️

Quiet moans drawled out of your feverish lips as you squirmed against Arlecchino’s fingers parting your cunt. Her hand was snaked between your waist as she buried herself knuckles deep within you, only pushing further to feel your velvety walls tighten against her digits. Filthy sounds of Arlecchino’s fingers pumping inside you echoed through the room, only serving to add more eroticism to the already heated moment, and heightening your arousal as her sharp nails raked along your sweet spot so sinfully.

Your breaths were ragged and uneven as beads of sweat dribbled down your flushed skin. Each quick movement of her fingers curling up, and her knuckles dragging along your pussy only drove you further over the edge as your gasps heightened in pitch with her skillfull motions. Arlecchino was the only woman who could ever make you feel this good. No matter what.

Not only that, she was the only one who could spiral you into madness, with both her presence and her performance in bed. No matter what you were doing, whenever you were in Arlecchino’s presence, you always felt warm and fuzzy inside, knowing for a fact that you’d cherish her with all you have for as long as you live. Whether it was her fucking you into the sheets with intense passion and fervor, or just her sitting beside you in comforting silence, you knew for a fact that your heart beat for her, and her only.

Her fingers parted your cunt as you let out a sharp whine in response, falling back to press your spine flush against her chest as your sweat adorned bodies stuck to each other with a thick fog of heat circling the two of you in the moment. You felt a piling knot of anticipation build up in your lower abdomen at her consistent movements, bucking your hips forward as your glassy eyes flickered over to her thighs hugged around your waist.

Body situated between her legs, you continued to grind your hips further into her hand as Arlecchino’s lips trailed a pattern of gentle kisses along your arched shoulder, free hand digging into your tense thighs to hold your squirming self.

“A-Arle- I’m gonna..” you babbled in a whiny voice, the stimulation driving you insane as her fingers scissored inside your leaking cunt. She simply nodded against your body pressed to her front, her fingers curling to massage that one soft spot buried inside your pussy. The sensations clouded your mind with an intense wash of ecstasy, making you detach from the present in pure pleasure as your juices coated her fingers, breathing shallow and throaty upon coming down from your high.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, your head draped low to collect some of your spent energy from the roughly passionate moment with your girlfriend. You let out a high pitched gasp of surprise when the warmth of her skin circled your waist, drawing you in against her chest once more. Arlecchino hugged you against her chest, arms fastened around you like a vice as she buried her face into your hair to take in your sweet scent.

“Are you alright, dear?” She questioned, her cold gaze fixated on you with an added softness, as if she was purely focused on your comfort and safety in her arms. Snaking your hand behind to rest upon her nape, you lightly pushed the back of her neck to gesture her to lean down further onto you, which she did. You simply smiled, giving a worn out nod as Arlecchino gently ran her thumb up and down your hunched up shoulders, nails lightly dragging up and down against your still sensitive skin.

As you rested within your lover’s shielding grasp comfortably, the exchange lacked words, yet harbored a sense of solace between the two of you. The sudden movement of Arlecchino shuffling away from you to stand up almost made you grumble out in annoyance, flashing a glare at her to signal that you wanted her to hold you once more. She only grasped a pillow to situate behind your head, her naked body still on full display so casually as you were flustered enough to turn the other direction while gripping the pillow.

“I’ll start you a bath, (Name). Just hold on.”

You only responded with a small nod, beginning to get comfortable against the cotton enveloping the sides of your head as your girlfriend headed into the bathroom. Rushes of water muffled through the bathroom door before your bed, inciting a sort of tranquility within you as you thought back on how much you truly cared for the Fatui harbinger.

It’s as if you were trapped in an endless void, vision blackened as nothingness enveloped your sights. Yet Arlecchino parted a brightened path for you to step on, a faint light in her unfeeling gaze that guided you out of the shackles of a dark void. Every gesture of hers, whether it was minuscule or grand, surged a fluffy feeling through your heart. Her thoughtful actions, along with the way she loved you with all her heart, caused a strong affection for her to seep into the shell of your beating heart.

The swishes of running water finally ceased, or rather slowed down significantly, making you slowly sit up as to not strain your already tightened muscles anymore. Arlecchino parted the door to reveal herself to you, stepping toward the foot of the bed as the silk covers drooping off the side brushed her ankles. You attempted to sit up, only for you to blink with a hint of embarrassment.

“Arle. I can’t move..” you admitted, averting your eyes as you knew she probably found that hilarious. She only let out a hum of laughter, before instantly reaching under your limp body and curling her arms around your waist, pulling you against her chest once more.

“Better?”

You simply nodded.

Arlecchino firmly kept you hoisted up in her arms as she pushed the door open once more, allowing you to take in the sight of the tub filled with warm water. The soft smell of rose petals lingering in the air tickled your nostrils. The presence of the scent coursed a calm and cozy feeling throughout you, only heightening your comfort further as Arlecchino set you down to sink in the tub.

Warm ripples of water outlined your sunken body below your shoulders, the rippling originating from your body’s location to disperse across the clear water of the tub and disappearing as it reached a scattered rose petal floating in the water. Arlecchino slowly situated herself down into the tub, closing her eyes as she sat in front of you in a comfortable position.

She beckoned you to come closer, arms extended to gesture you into her embrace. You couldn’t refuse such a charming woman, and practically threw yourself into her arms, making her stumble back against the swift splash of water. Arlecchino only gave a rare smile, hugging you against her chest as you two remained soaking in the serenity of the bathtub.

Her gentle kisses scattered across your back and rolled over to your front, soft lips tracing every reddened mark decorating your precious body to soothe any possible ache piling up in your muscles. You only let out a quiet sigh of contentment, relaxing against Arlecchino’s loving touch across your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous, (Name).”

“Mm..you really think so?”

“I know so.”

Your heart nearly soared from those three words alone, head tilting to the side as the hickeys adorning your neck exposed to the cold air. A rose petal slowly floated toward your chest, Arlecchino’s body looming over you as she held you close casting a faint shadow along the outlines of the petal. The rose of your relationship with Arlecchino would never die. No matter how much water you deprive the romantic flower, your love for her would always persist, finding a way to take in the so called water of affection.

“And I know you’re the one I’d love forever, Peruere.”

A/N: wait this fic kinda ate hold on

I was rlly into it when I wrote it so yay it turned out good imo I’m proud of this one :)

I DONT WANNA GO TO SCHOOL LET ME SLEEP.

[mxstellatayte]

hiiii ! could you write a part 2 for the charles and the vibe fic?

YIPPEE!!

i was gonna write it anyways but now i have an excuse to do it!

warnings: this is pure filth, threesome (mmf,) p in v sex, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT,) mirror sex, carlos is an ass guy, charles is a boobs guy tho, kinda exhibitionism?, creampie, sex under the influence kinda?, it's all consensual though!

all you wanted to do was tease charles. all you wanted to do was see how much you could tempt his resolve before it would crumble. you had no idea it would result in getting eaten out in the bathroom and then promptly realizing that carlos had heard the whole thing and had covered for you and charles.

in exchange, carlos wanted to make even on a bet that he and charles had made at the start of the 2023 season.

monaco. february 10th, 2023.

"what do you think the odds are that one of us wins a race this year?"

charles looked up from the chessboard, his eyebrows furrowing. "what do you mean?"

"i was looking at the red bull and mclaren numbers and our car splits them. we have a fighting chance this year, so do you think one of us will get a win this year?" charles moves a rook, taking one of carlos' pawns.

"it depends. if my entire radio just sounds like 'we are checking, we are checking' and i have to make my own strategy and tyre calls, maybe. if xavi learns basic engineering and communicative skills or gets replaced altogether, i'd say yeah, there's a chance."

"you wanna bet?"

"what are we betting?"

carlos hesitates, then looks up when he hears the door opening. something clatters in the closet before you can be heard cursing quietly, then rearranging the fallen shoes onto the rack. eventually, you come through the doorway to the living room, and, when you see carlos, your face lights up.

"carlos! cómo estás?" (how are you?) you walk over and lean down, kissing his cheek in greeting.

"bien. un poco nervioso para bahrain, pero el carro maneja fantástico este año. y vos?" (good. a bit nervous for bahrain, but the car drives amazing this year. what about you?) you walk over to the kitchen while he's talking and pull out ingredients to make yourself a bowl of yogurt and berries- your favorite snack to have after work before you take your pit bull out for a walk.

"i'm alright. the marketing team made a stupid mistake so i had to do some damage control that took way longer than it should have, but i know martin is going to give them absolute hell tomorrow for it, so at least it doesn't reflect badly on me." your bowl clinks on the countertop as you sit down at the island and take out your computer, your headphones that were previously resting around your neck being slipped over your ears. "i've got some emails to write for an upcoming content creator collab we're doing, so i'll be in my zone. you guys know the drill?"

charles nods. "hermit mode?"

you smile, slipping the second speaker over your ear. "hermit mode."

a few moments pass before carlos speaks again. "are you okay with betting her?"

charles' eyebrows raise. "what do you mean?"

carlos makes his move on the chessboard. "if i win more races than you this year, i get her for a night. if you win more races than me, you can use me for a night. however you want."

the thought of his teammate and closest friend getting to fuck you lights a fire inside of charles, and while he wants nothing more than to agree to the bet purely for the stakes of it, he needs to check in with you first. "can i run it by her and get back to you on that?"

carlos nods. "just get me an answer by bahrain so we can figure something else out if she doesn't want to do that."

italy. february 3rd, 2024.

you had forgotten about the bet. charles and carlos had not.

now, just minutes later, you find yourself with your back once again against the wall, but this time you're staring into carlos' eyes while he fingers you gently, your legs wrapped around his waist and charles leaning against the vanity facing both of you. your eyes unintentionally flick over carlos' shoulder to your boyfriend who is an absolute mess. he's palming himself over his slacks, and you can tell just from the flush in his face that creeps down to his neck and the way his eyebrows are pinched together that he likes what he sees. before you can eye-fuck him the way you know he likes, carlos pulls his fingers out of you and you whine, but he carries you over to the vanity and taps your ass to get you to let go. "spin around, amor. let me see that beautiful ass of yours."

this is a side of carlos that you've never seen before, and it would be a lie to say that it's not hot. without a second thought, you spin yourself around so that your back is resting against his chest and your ass rests against his crotch. "come on, hermosa. bend over." as slowly as you can, you lean forward, resting your hands on the vanity and grinding yourself against him and you swear you can feel his dick twitch inside of his own black slacks. as soon as your forearms are fully resting on the granite vanity, carlos runs his hands down your back and to the front of your legs where he pulls the scarlet fabric of your dress to gather on your left side, the slit opening so that your entire ass is exposed. "no panties?" oh. you forgot about that.

"i kept them for good measure," charles says, pulling them out of his pocket. "you want 'em? you might have to shut her up. she never stops moaning."

"i know. i heard everything. you two are lucky i was the one outside and not anyone else. now," carlos says, taking your panties from your boyfriend and shoving them in his pocket, "do you feel like returning the favor?"

the whiskey you'd downed earlier is taking its effect, and you can't help but bite your lip and nod. normally, you wouldn't be nearly as confident as you are now with someone other than your boyfriend having you in the position you're in right now, but you trust carlos and frankly, you're too turned on to care. charles is in the same room and you're both comfortable enough in your relationship that it's okay. "yes, carlos. i'll return the favor. whatever you want." as you're talking, you can hear carlos unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks, and when there's finally one layer of fabric between the two of you, carlos reaches into his jacket packet and pulls out a condom. before he opens it, though, you pipe up, your voice embarrassingly breathy and high. "i'm clean and on the pill. don't waste it if getting me pregnant is your only concern."

"are you sure?" carlos says, glancing over at charles. your boyfriend only responds with a shrug and points his thumb at you.

"whatever she says. you're the one fucking her."

carlos doesn't waste a second setting the condom on the vanity, pulling his slacks and underwear down his thighs just enough so that it's comfortable, and pushing into you. you have to bite your lip and cover your own mouth to prevent yourself from moaning too loudly, the stretch from carlos being so different to the one you're accustomed to with charles.

when you look up, carlos' head is thrown back and his hands grip your hips so tight his knuckles are white. it might be the hottest sight you've ever seen. "carlos." your voice is whiny, and you're shocked you can even get his name out.

"hm?"

"fuck me, please."

"are you sure?" his voice lilts in the way you're used to hearing, but this time, there's something slightly different about it. maybe it's the fact that he's currently buried inside of you, his hips flush with your own, or maybe it's the fact that every time you move your head to look up at him, your cunt squeezes around him so perfectly he fears he might cum within three thrusts, but either way, you feel so, so perfect.

"positive. now please. fuck. me." slowly, carlos pulls his hips back before pushing into you, slowly increasing his pace until every time his body meets your ass, you're shoved forward slightly on the counter and your breasts bounce forward, almost falling out of the low neckline of your dress.

"mierda, amor, tienes un coño hecho para mi," (shit, love, you have a cunt made for me,) carlos groans out, pulling your arms back and holding them with one hand while the other goes to hold you up by your neck. the restriction to your windpipe makes your head spin and the new angle has carlos' entire cock running against your g-spot with every thrust. you're able to wiggle your hands free, your left hand reaching back to tug at carlos' hair and your right goes down to rub circles around your clit, making you tighten around carlos' dick, and the combination of the pain from his hair being pulled and your cunt spasming around him makes him tip over the edge.

the feeling of carlos filling you up in turn sends you into your own orgasm, and as you cum, you look to your left, where charles jerks himself off watching you. when you make eye contact with him, though, it's the last straw and he spills into his hand with a quiet groan and his head thrown back.

the three of you catch your breaths and carlos pulls out of you gently, then shoves his cum back inside of you. the forgotten egg vibrator in charles' coat pocket is reinserted into your cunt and you whine at the overstimulation, slightly anxious that charles might tease you again, but he whispers a quiet promise in your ear that you've been good tonight, he won't turn it on anymore.

eventually, carlos slips out of the bathroom and you follow shortly after, walking back down the large hallway to return to the event. later that night, after speeches have been made, hollow promises have been spoken, and many, many bottles of expensive champagne have been toasted with, you make your way back outside, your arm linked with charles' as he calls his car to be pulled with the valet service. carlos walks up and stands next to the two of you, his car already on its way up, and turns to you.

"i'd say the bet is settled, no?"

there you have it folks :D

[okaysonny]

i saw a guy kissing santa claus! ╎ jake kim

ᯓ★ summary: being santa claus is the biggest big girl job there is.

ᯓ★ details: fluff, established relationship, f! reader, spoiler free.

ᯓ★ wc: 1.8k

ᯓ★ A/N: erm...it'll make more sense as you read. but my second fic! yippee! heard the song while i was shopping and the idea just came to me lol. merry chrithmus <3

divider: @strangergraphics header image: Madokka on pinterest

"you promised you wouldn't laugh!"

jake is laughing anyway. not a quiet chuckle either — full on can’t-catch-his-breath laughter, covering his mouth so you can't see the extent of it. “sorry, sorry. it’s just…i thought you were joking when you told me. you actually went through with it?”

the suit didn’t fit. of course it wouldn't fit. it's designed with a jolly old man in mind, not…you. the coat has you swimming in fabric. the pants were two sizes too big, and the large belt barely cinched your waist. then there was the beard — a fluffy contraption that tickled your chin and smelled faintly of whatever cheap detergent the mall used to sanitise it. definitely a look.

you cross your arms, the red velvet sleeves swishing dramatically. "i was dead serious, jake. but i didn't think i'd actually get it!"

he exhales, trying to compose himself. "i can see that. so…santa claus? really?"

"the one and only!" you tug on the beard's elastic strap in an attempt to make it more comfortable, but it snaps back with a vengeance.

"so, they didn’t think it was weird that you’re…y’know…not an old guy with a beer belly?"

"don't say that! that's not what christmas is about!"

"…what does that even mean?"

“it means…” you plop down next to him and take off the beard. “only a person who truly embodies the joy of christmas could be santa this year. and according to the manager, that’s me" you huff, slightly delighted with yourself.

jake gives you a skeptical look. “you? the joy of christmas?”

"i have loads of christmas joy!" you try your best to look offended. "the manager said enthusiasm is more important than looks. um, or maybe he's just a creep. i dunno. anyway, the pay is fucking amazing, so i didn't question it!"

"right" he nods solemnly. "that’s exactly the kind of logic santa would have"

he earns a smack from the santa beard. "whatever!" your expression shifts into something more sincere. "it just sucks, because i can't see you much for the next few weeks"

“…you don’t want your boyfriend visiting you at work? that's cold” he feigns disappointment.

"are you crazy? of course not! this isn't an office job…it's embarrassing" you take off the hat, tossing it on the table. "and you're a busy guy too! so don't even think about swinging by"

what a bizarre situation. he can't hide his amusement, but still decides to surrender. "okay, okay. i'll stay out of your winter wonderland"

you take his hand and squeeze it apologetically. "thanks, jake. just for a few weeks"

⋆꙳•❅‧₊⋆❆₊⋆

as he descends the elevator in your apartment building, he whips out his phone, a smile tugging on his lips. he picks up instantly.

"jerry?"

"yes, boss?"

"do we have much on the schedule tomorrow?"

"no, boss"

"alright. thanks, jerry"

"you're welcome, boss"

the mall is a bustling snow globe come to life. string lights twinkle like they’re winking at you, and wreaths hang on every surface. oversized ornaments dangle from the ceiling and in the distance, a giant christmas tree is bursting with red, green, and glitter.

the main event is, of course, the santa station. a giant throne surrounded by candy canes and a line of impatient kids. it stretches longer than you expected, and parents are eyeing you like you’re the reason holiday shopping is ruining their lives.

you shuffle in your boots, shifting your itchy red pants for the millionth time. too late to back out now. you plaster on your best smile and remind yourself that the paycheck is worth it. probably.

dressed in an elf costume, reluctantly it seems, a colleague sighs, casting a weary glance at the children. he unhooks the red rope. “alright folks, one at a time, please. santas ready for you” he muttered, as he waved them through.

"hohoho! merry christmas everyone! santas caught a cold this year, so he may sound a little different!" it's the best santa voice you can manage. alright kids, do your worst.

the first boy bounces onto your lap. “what do you want for christmas, kiddo?” “a new gaming console, please! the one with the ultra HD graphics!” he says, eyes sparkling with excitement. you nod wisely, stroking your beard. “a solid choice. santa’s got your back — unless the elves get stuck in a multiplayer match.” "r-really? tell them to hurry!”

the next child hesitates before climbing up, clutching a sparkly notebook. “and you? what’s your christmas wish?” “i want an electric guitar!” she says confidently. “and lessons, so i can be a rock star!” “love it” you tip your hat. “we’ll have you practicing in no time. don’t forget to thank your parents.” she grins. “i won’t!”

one kid runs up, practically throwing himself onto you. “what can santa do for you?” you ask, smiling. “i want daddy to come home again!” you blink. oh boy. “that’s…a really nice wish!” you say, patting his shoulder. “i’ll do my best!”

his mom hurries over, her face beet red. “timmy! what did i say about that?”

“but santa can fix it!” he insists, beaming up at you. you wave weakly as she drags him off, muttering “we’ll talk about this later.”

there's only so many hohoho's you can manage before you start to tire. but every now and then, a child would hug you so sincerely that you felt like you were truly santa claus. motivation to keep you going.

until finally. "okay kids, that's all the time santa has for today! he'll be here at the same time tomorrow!" a line of children start crying. your elf-dressed colleague hooks the rope back again, before hastily walking off.

could you manage this for the next few weeks? you slump back on the throne in contemplation before something catches your eye. blue tracksuit. you sit up suddenly, eyes scanning the crowd to see if you're right.

sure enough, there he was. with that stupid lop-sided grin. jake just stands there, arms crossed, looking like he’s about to start laughing any second. you glare at him, but he doesn’t flinch. if anything, his grin widens.

whatever. you try to play it cool, leaning back into the throne. just ignore him you tell yourself. he’ll get bored and leave.

but then he does the unthinkable. he raises his hand and waves - big, dramatic, and impossible to miss. a kid tugs on his dad’s sleeve. “is that santa’s friend?”

“oh, look at that! santa needs to check the naughty list real quick!” you push yourself off the chair with a forced chuckle as you scurry away. your attempt at casual speed walking is anything but that, and the kids confirm it for you. one kid pipes up. “santa walks really fast!” another adds “he looks kinda mad”

"hohoho! what’s this? a surprise visitor from the north pole?" you say, speeding up until you’re right in front of him. you jab a finger at his chest. "did those silly elves send you here early? they’re always causing mischief!"

"yeah, they’re the worst. real troublemakers" jake peers at you in all your bearded glory, as he stifles a laugh. "you should see what they did to my uh…sleigh"

"unbelievable!" you boom, grabbing him by the arm and guiding him away. "let’s take this up with mrs. claus, shall we?" the parents watch the two of you with furrowed brows, and you hear one whisper “did santa just kidnap that guy?”

you practically shove him into the break room, your cheeks burning under the beard. "what the hell jake?! i told you not to come! don't you have a street to look after?"

he waves a hand dismissively. "they can manage without me for a few hours. jerry has everything under control. are you saying you don't trust jerry?"

"what? no! but i told you not to come! it's humiliating if you see me like this!" you splutter.

jake shrugs. "i've seen worse. remember the time lineman tried to wear a tie? he looked like he was being choked out."

you blink, caught off guard. "that's not the same thing!"

"sure it is" he says, leaning against the wall. "besides, you’re bringing joy to the children of the world!"

your eyes narrow. "jake, be serious."

"i am!" he protests, gesturing to your outfit. "i mean sure, the beard’s a little…fluffy, but it suits you. adds character."

you tug self-consciously at the itchy material. "i swear-"

"hey…" he cuts you off, his voice softer now. "i’m just here to keep you company. nothing humiliating about that. you really want me to go?"

"of course not, it's just…" you frown. "i feel like i'm not doing a good job at this. i dunno"

jake gently takes your hand, pulling you towards him. "you’re doing fine. trust me. the kids love it. you’re the best santa they’ll get this year."

"but i don't even look like santa…" you mumble.

he smiles, adjusting your hat into place. “so what? they can't even tell. you're just that good”

“oh” you grin sheepishly. “really?”

“yes, really” he laughs. you love his laugh.

“so stop worrying. speaking of which...” he leans in just slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “santa, can i get an early christmas gift?”

you scrunch your nose in disgust. “jake. that's so corny”

still, the pink on your cheeks betray you. for once, you were grateful for the beard.

“yeah” he admits, gazing at you with adoration, santa suit and all. “but you like it.”

you roll your eyes as he leans in to kiss you. the beard tickles your chin, and you’re pretty sure it tickles his too, judging by the way he pauses and laughs against your lips. it's soft and sweet. practically magical.

well. it would have been magical, if not for the tiny squeak that echoes in your ear.

“mommy, look!” a little voice shouts. “who’s that guy? why is he kissing santa?”

you both dart your heads, panic setting in as you see a little boy pointing at the two of you. the door you forgot to close fully creaks a bit wider as his mother tugs him away.

“hush! don't point! it's rude! let’s not interrupt santa while she’s — i mean, he’s, uh…working!” she says quickly, shooting you and jake an apologetic smile before hurrying off.

you stare after them in mortification before glancing back to him. “i can't believe it. did i just traumatise a child?”

jake just bursts into laughter, shaking his head. “i can. never mind, you’re seriously the worst santa ever”

“yeah? maybe next time you can wear the beard” you shoot back, smoothing out any creases in the suit.

“deal” his smile grows wider as he drapes an arm over your shoulder. “but don’t blame me when the north pole gets a new leader after i outshine you”

you can’t help your own smile from forming. “merry christmas to you too”

A/N: typing 'mall' pained me deeply, but it seemed like the best choice of words. i am not american (-.-)

[4only1]

Hiii can i ask for fluff goo please!! One that full of cuddles, kisses, teasing e/o, playing with his hair, etc on his day off♡♡♡ thank youu

Lazy Baby

Goo Kim x Reader Word count:326 Note: Loosely based on Lazy Baby by Tzuyu (Ft. pH-1) Masterlist ------------------------

An annoying alarm rang out, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. Your hand flails about, trying to silence the persistent ringing. Finally, after what felt like forever, you managed to silence it, although now you were awake.

Sitting up, you turn to look at your side, where Goo remained, still peacefully sleeping. It wasn’t fair, it was his alarm that rang, why didn’t he wake up? Deciding to make things even, you move yourself on top of Goo, squishing him.

He let out a whine as the movement woke him up, causing him to fuss a bit.

“(Y/n), why?” 

You planted kisses all over his face, before moving to lay beside him, head resting on his chest.

“Your alarm woke me up. Again. I can’t fall asleep once I’ve woken up, you know that. I just wanna sleep and do nothing.”

You had a pout as you spoke, finger poking at his cheek. He looked annoyed for a moment, before copying your actions, pouting, and poking your cheek.

“My poor baby. All you do is eat, play and rest. What a tough, tiring life.” He mocks.

“Hey, staring blankly and chilling are my best skills. A guilty pleasure if you will. Just for today, I’m a lazy baby.” Your hand had moved to ruffle Goo’s hair as you spoke.

Goo, with a mischievous smile on his face, moved swiftly. His arms wrapped around you as he rolled you over, now pressing all of his weight on top of you. Trapped, you let out bouts of laughter and playful yelps as he attacks you with kisses.

“Everyday you're a lazy baby. I might regret it tomorrow but your guilty pleasure feels so nice. Let’s do nothing”

That earned a small “yippee” from you, as you snuggled into Goo’s side, who turned the TV on. You won’t worry about anything now, just watch some TV.

“What shall we watch?”

“Right now? I need a comedy show”

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A short and sweet one, it was fun writing. Goo is so silly so anything is possible with him. If all goes according to plans, I have one more fic coming out before the year ends.

Please forgive any grammer and spelling mistakes.

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Just Trust Me

A Vox x Reader Ramble

A. N. I’m so damn tired but oh well. I’ll fix spelling tomorrow. Might add things? I dunno ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Btw made it gn somehow so yippee

Cw: Yandere Vox / hypnotize stuff / Grammar probably

Vox has taken a liking to his latest assistant.

As his assistant —hired by Velvette herself to get him to ‘Chill the fuck out, you mangy fuck’— you were tasked with making sure Vox wasn’t fighting with Val. And that he actually ate. You thought you died again when you saw him eat for the first time. Not too bad, right?

Right.

——

Only thing, you lived in the tower to ‘make things easier’. You wouldn’t turn down free housing. The only thing was how many electronics there were. And cameras. But, thankfully, there weren’t any in your room. He made sure to hide them well.

That, and the rather showy uniform he had you wear, were pretty normal. It was Hell, nobody was perfect. He was just making sure you wouldn’t snitch or lie or steal or whatever.

He also liked seeing his initial on you, but that’s besides the point.

——

You wouldn’t even realize anyone was wrong. If you had any suspicions in the beginning, he would easily sweet talk or even hypnotize you into listening. You were just a little birdy to admire.

Speaking of Birdy, that was his little nickname for you. A bit strange, but he probably did it to everyone. And because, you should just feel lucky to even work for him and stop questioning things-

——

After a while of being his little piece of decoration, he starts to feel… something. He doesn’t know what, be he knows that his newest intern clearly doesn’t know boundaries and don’t worry, sweetheart, he’s there to save you. From what? From him! He was trying to steal hit on you and you didn’t want that, did you?

That happened a lot. People trying to hit on you after you told them no. You did say no, right? Of course you did. And you always had him to save you from those annoying people. They were beneath you anyways.

——

He had you sit in on meetings to ‘take notes’. He really just wanted to show off the little bird he caught. Aren’t they just amazing? And nobody would steal you because you were his little Birdy. And if anybody tried, Val would have some fun during his little tantrums.

Speaking of Val, he was the whole reason for this. Vox had mostly ignored you up until Val got completely caught up with Angel Dust. With nobody for himself, he found you. His precious little Birdy. You would be all for him. You wouldn’t leave him for some stuck up prick, right? Right.

——

You can’t remember when it started, but the lines started to blur between being a bird on his shoulder to being his Birdy. But you loved it. It enjoyed the attention. It was all for you and it’ll all be worth it. All the waiting.

Waiting? Your head hurt, but Vox would be there to help. He was always there. He’d always be there for you. It certainly helped that he monitored your every move. All those cameras coming in use. He couldn’t let his Birdy get hurt.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he did?

Boyfriend?

——

You never wanted to leave his side. Not when he was the only one to protect you. No, no, it was way too dangerous for you to leave. You might as well stay with him. All the time. Forever. Hell, you might as well move in with him at this point. And you do. It was your idea after all.

And he loves watching you do domestic chores. No more pretending to play nice. No more pretending to be okay with the bare minimum. There you were. All for him. And he would never let you go.

——

Just don’t wake up.

He doesn’t like that.

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[firstprincehornyramblings]

Good morning (it's 2am here) I hope everyone is doing wonderfully and thank you to @eusuntgratie for tagging me and making me get a move on to posting this. These next few weeks are insane work times for me, so otherwise I wouldn't have been around tomorrow. BUT I'm here tonight and I offer you all some Prince's Consort Alex Angst. ;) (Maybe Sunday I'll have some smut for you as an apology) <3

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“I don’t want to talk about it,” Henry mumbled, “I want to forget about it. I want to be fucked out of my mind.” He was looking down at his own lap as he spoke, fingertips toying with the robe tie lying across one of his thighs. “Well, sorry sweetheart, you’re not slutting your way out of this conversation. I’m worried about you, sue me. And there’s no way I’m gonna be able to get it up when I’m worried about you, so if you want to get railed to death, spill,” Alex kept his tone as lighthearted as he could manage, nudging the blond’s shoulder playfully, “Come awwwn, talk to me.” With a sigh and a pout visible even from his side profile, Henry’s bottom lip trembled before he finally spoke, “It’s the anniversary of my father’s death. It’s been one year,” his voice was so low Alex could have missed it if he wasn’t paying attention- thankfully he was. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, I feel like I should have known that. I mean, I knew your dad died, I just… didn’t know it had only been a year, or that today was the anniversa-” “Of course you didn’t, why would you know that? We’re not human beings to you; just some physical manifestation of a regime you resent and despise. Isn’t that so?” Henry snapped, his head jerking to the side to glare at the brunette. Alex felt his own breathing catch in his throat, eyes widening with surprise. “Well, I sincerely apologize for shattering your illusion, but I do have feelings regardless of if you think I’m deserving of them or not. Perhaps it will offer you a shred of peace knowing that despite all my privileges, I do in fact suffer,” the blond hissed.

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[arcadia-of-pluto]

"Ghost of You" .2. || Caleb

Paring; LADS Caleb x reader

Word count; 4,512

Themes; angst (maybe less in this one?), yippee real Caleb shows up in this one

Warnings; suggestive themes, cursing

Notes; Am I really gonna blue ball y’all…Yeah— Probably 😭 I really wanted to write foreplay-y smut, but the vibes just aren’t there — and by that, I mean, I’m not confident I can do what I want and do it with pride, you know? Caleb is already so out of character as it is, so I hope no one minds me stopping it where I did...I hope it's still good regardless!

☆ Part 1 ☆

“Y/n! Hey — “

You wince as your head throbs with the tell-tale signs of an on-coming headache and you tiredly open your eyes to meet Xavier’s worried gaze. “Oh…Hey Xavi…” You sleepily smile up at him until you feel something wet and viscous drip down your face. Your body jerks to sit up straight and you bring your hand up to your face, staring at the crimson blood staining your fingertips. Your hands tremble as you look down at them and Xavier lightly shakes you.

“Y/n, snap out of it.” He waves his hand in front of your face and after you blink a few times, you realize your hands…are clean.

“I’m not bleeding?” You mutter to yourself, but Xavier gently answers you, “No…you’re not. You’re okay, Y/n. You’re safe.” He murmurs as he sits down next to you to wrap an arm around your shoulders. His hand lightly rubbing your back. “I’m sorry…” You don’t know why you’re apologizing. You honestly feel like you might be losing your mind, but you feel Xavier shake his head, “Don’t apologize.”

The smell of something burning brings you out of your daze and instead of having a panic attack over the smell of smoke, you laugh. “Xavier, you’re burning the food!”

“Oh shi — “ The ash blonde haired man races into the kitchen and groans. “We might need to — “

“Order pizza, right? Already on it!” You call back to him. Your heartbeat slowly going back to a normal pace as Xavier’s clumsy nature, helps you gain a grasp on reality.

Everything was okay. It was all just a dream and there was absolutely nothing you could've done differently.

You just have to keep mentally repeating that to yourself like a mantra. Even if you don’t believe it, maybe you’ll eventually know it to be true.

You lean back against the couch to catch your breath as you bring your hand up to the dog-tag around your neck, lightly dragging your thumb back and forth across it. But then a loud clang coming from the kitchen sends you back into a panic. Your hands come up to your ears to cover them as your body trembles. You slightly rock yourself back and forth as you rub the dog-tag between your fingers as a way to self soothe.

“Ah, fuck…I’m sorry, Y/n.” Xavier comes back into the living room as he finishes cleaning the kitchen up. He gently takes your phone from you to continue the pizza order, then sets it to the side on the couch, and hugs you once more. His hand softly cradles the back of your head and you rest your forehead against his shoulder, breathing slowing down until you finally fall asleep once more.

A few weeks later, you’re sitting down in Meow’s Cafe with Tara. The other guys were all busy with work and you were still recovering from your last breakdown, so it was nice to have a chill non-working day for once after throwing yourself into mission after mission for two weeks since the anniversary was fast approaching. You think it’s tomorrow, but you’ve been feeling a bit off since your last dream. You haven’t had another one since, and that doesn’t feel right to you.

“Hear me out, angel, and please don’t try to leave when I say this…” Tara grabs your hand in a gentle, yet firm grip. “How do you feel when you think of your grandma?”

Huh?

You thought for sure she was going to say you liked Caleb again. You’ve been hearing that so much lately. Even Sylus won’t shut up about it. Saying he saw your “desires” with his right eyes - though he was probably just teasing you when he said that.

“Uh…I feel sad, of course. I really miss her…I think about how unfair it all is and I want to throw things..” You trail off, swallowing a lump in your throat as your eyes stung. “Not a day goes by when I don’t think about her.”

“Okay and…How do you feel when you think of Caleb?” Tara leans forward with her brows raised and you pause.

“I…” You feel panic clawing at your throat, anxiety stirring in your stomach, your face feels hot as you feel a mix of tears and nausea stirring within your body. “I feel like screaming and crying. Like I can’t breathe, but I also need to throw up…”

“Mmhm..You notice how different those feelings are?” Your friend questions, leaning back in her seat as she gives you a pained smile. “Come on, let’s go for a walk so you can think on that for a sec.” She pats your hand as she stands up and holds out her own hand for you to grab. You wordlessly take her hand and leave the cafe, lost in your own thoughts for the moment.

A sense of guilt spreads through your body as you realize you miss Caleb just a bit more than Grandma…but you should miss them both equally! You shouldn’t favour one over the other…That’s not fair to her.

You take a deep breath and shake your head. You’re hanging out with Tara, right now! You can save those thoughts for later, when you’re alone and self depreciating.

“Tara — “

Well…you were going to ask her how work was going, but the words fell flat on your tongue as you noticed someone who looked like Caleb further down the sidewalk. “Um — Something came up, I’ll text you later, Tara!” You drop her hand and race after the person, albeit a bit slower than you’d usually be because of your bad leg.

The person turns into an alleyway and you quickly follow after him, finally grabbing his wrist, but when he turns to look at you…You’re only filled with disappointment.

“Of course, you’re not him.” You click your tongue in annoyance and turn your head away from him, looking to the left to see if you could spot Caleb or Tara walking by from the alleyway. You hear muffled voices through your right ear, but you shrug it off as you begin walking out of the alleyway — exhausted and ready to go home at this point, but your arm is caught in a tight grip. You turn your head toward the man, still unable to make out what he’s saying, until you can finally hear him from your left ear.

“I can pay you.”

What?

You can make out the strong scent of alcohol and you wince back. How the hell did you not smell this earlier? This man is shitfaced at…You check your hunter’s watch and scoff under your breath. At 12 pm.

Well, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere, you suppose.

“Did you laugh at me, you bitch?” The man was clearly slurring his words and you rolled your eyes, yanking your arm back from him. The drunkard stumbles back as his face turns more and more red from anger.

Hmm…How much trouble would you get in for beating the shit out of an unruly citizen?

Maybe a ban from work for at least a week? Jail time?

Either way, you didn’t care. You crack your knuckles, getting ready to throw down whenever the man suddenly falls to his knees. His hands struggled to hold himself up against whatever was pushing his body down to the pavement.

“Uh, sir?” You question, but your gaze falters on the faint blue glow around the drunk man’s body. Your breath hitches in your chest and you feel warning sirens blaring within your head. Were you hallucinating again? You felt like throwing up and you held your head in your hands as you heard ringing in your ears.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, but you couldn’t bother to see who it was. You could hear your heartbeat roaring in your ears over the sudden ringing noise. If the person was saying anything, you wouldn’t have had a clue until you felt their hands cup your face and forced you to look at them. Your eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights and you’ve suddenly lost the ability to breathe.

How…

You could faintly hear your voice, sounding shaky and thick with tears. A soft, yet broken tone to your voice.

“...Caleb?”

Your hands tremble as you touch the gloved ones that cupped your cheeks, trying to make sure this isn’t just another one of your delusions. One hand touches the familiar man’s chest, palm going flat as you search for a heartbeat. You begin to panic as you feel nothing, but he grabs your wrist with one hand and presses it firmly against his chest.

………..Badum

Badum………..

If this was one of your illusions, then you’ve completely given up. He felt so warm, so…alive.

A pained cry slips from your lips and wrap your arms around his waist as you bury your face in his chest. You feel comforted by feeling his steady, rhythmic pulse against your cheek. It was like the gentle beat of a drum that was slowly picking up in pace.

“Please…let it really be you this time.”

After you said this, you felt his hands, which were hesitating to touch you, finally wrap around your waist and hold you close. One hand slowly makes its way up to cup the back of your head as he rests his against your hair.

“I’m…so sorry it took me so long.” He finally speaks, the baritone of his voice sends vibrations through his chest that you felt against your cheek and you can’t help, but cry more at the sound. It really was him. Sure, he sounded a little different, but this was Caleb.

After a few minutes of standing and crying, your feet start to hurt so you pull back a bit — however, he squeezes his arm around your waist, not allowing you to pull away. “Just…stay like this for a little longer. Okay, pipsqueak?”

Your throat burns and you have to hold back the urge to sob, biting your already chapped lips so hard that you taste a familiar metallic flavour. “Pip — Y/n…” He sighs, lifting your head up as he pushes his thumb against your bottom lip, pulling it free. His finger pulls your lip down to examine the damage and you feel your face warming up to the point you feel dizzy.

“C-Caleb…” You grab at his hand as you stumble for a moment and he chuckles, moving his hand so he can grab yours. “Sorry about that, force of habit.”

It had gotten considerably darker outside, but you decided to finally take in his appearance. He was wearing a black hat, similar to a police captain, and he was wearing the suit to match.

What…happened?

As you open your mouth to question him, a car passes by the alleyway. The headlights brighten up his face, but also they send you spiraling into a past memory as you meet his eyes and he averted his gaze, exactly like he did that day…

…”Why are you staring off into space? Mission’s over?” You hear Caleb’s usually cheery and kind voice, and you turned your head to look at him. You felt unsure if you should tell Caleb about the strange man who was wandering around, and how he was what caused your watch to go off (causing the Metaflux fluctuation warning)...but you ultimately decided to keep it a secret for now so you didn’t worry Grandma or Caleb.

Once you finally met Caleb’s gaze, You felt a tad guilty for withholding information. ”Did you find any big, bad wanderers?” He questioned you and you cleared your throat, “Um…The fluctuations disappeared. Probably a false alarm…” But Caleb shook his head with a slight laugh, stepping closer so he could grab your arm and lift it up. “Caleb, what’re you — !”

“If it really was, then what’s this, hmm?” His thumb dragged across the fresh stain of blood on your sleeve.

“Oh, uh…I was petting a cat and…”

“Got scratched by another stray cat, huh? I think maybe I should go find that cat so I can avenge you.” Caleb looked clearly disappointed as he dropped your hand and turned his back to you, walking away.

“Caleb, don’t! Come on, grandma’s waiting for us back at home…”

“Caleb, I was telling the truth. It was just an accident. You and Grandma have enough to deal with as is…” You sighed, slowly trailing behind Caleb as he ran a hand through his hair, “Look, I understand you wanna hide it from Gran. We’ve caused her enough trouble since she brought us up together. Now that she’s older, it wouldn’t be a good idea to make her anxious…” He walked for a few more steps before he suddenly paused and turned to face you, “But why do you have to hide it from me? Can’t you trust me now that we’re all grown-up?”

“I…don’t want you worrying about me. It’s not often you get to come home these days, so ruining the mood is the last thing I want to do. Also, I’m a grown-up now too. I need to be the one making sure I stay safe. You can’t protect me forever.” You found yourself lashing out a little bit, and if you knew this would’ve been your last conversation with Caleb, maybe you would’ve toned it down a little bit.

You sighed, turning to rest your arm on the railing next to you. Through the corner of your eyes, you noticed Caleb placing his hand next to yours and you turned to look at him. “Why is that a problem? If not me, who could you possibly turn to for…” He trailed off, getting a distant, almost hurt look in his eyes as a car turned down the street — lighting up his face with their headlights as they drove on past. Then, a soft chuckle left him, a smile tugging at his lips.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned with a raised brow, one hand perched on your hip. “You…wouldn’t understand even if I told you, pipsqueak. Forget it.” He ruffled your hair and suddenly, it seemed like he was in a rush to get home…

“Pipsqueak?”

You realize you were just blankly staring up at Caleb for who knows how long and you quickly look away with a sheepish laugh, “Sorry…I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Caleb shakes his head, hand petting the back of your head as he looks up at the sky. “Let’s…go home.”

Your heart squeezes at those words, remembering how many times he used to say that to you, and you smile up at him, “I’ll take you to my apartment. Our..house probably still looks how it did on that day.” “I know, I checked countless times and it’s still being used as a crime scene.” He sighs, pulling back from you to grab your hand.

Everything still feels so surreal and you’re honestly terrified that you’re going to wake up at any moment, and Caleb is still going to be gone.

“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t be afraid, no matter what happens…I’ll be here for you.” He squeezes your hand and you focus on the cool leather of his gloves, the scent of his cologne.

If this was indeed a dream, you’d probably commit yourself to a psych-ward once you woke up, because you don’t think you’d be able to handle this not being your reality.

You felt a bit nervous walking with Caleb down the sidewalk, filled with worry that people would just see you walking and talking by yourself. You were too into your thoughts that you didn’t notice Caleb tapping your head with his finger. “Hey, I’m real.” He chuckles, shaking his head a bit, “It feels weird that I have to say that, but it looks like you need some reassurance.” You let out a breath you never realized you were holding as you realized some passersbys were stopping to look at Caleb.

“Got it.” You clear your throat, walking a bit faster until you both finally enter the elevators of your apartment building.

Oh wait —

You really hope Xavier wasn’t waiting in front of your door or inside your apartment feeding Leo…

“What’re you thinking about, pipsqueak?” Caleb waves a gloved hand in front of your face. “I just got back, so I hope you’re not thinking about another guy.”

Did he read your mind?

“Huh — “ You blink stupidly up at him, then rush out the elevator as he laughs behind you. “Were you really!? Seriously, Y/n?”

Once you make it to your apartment door, you nervously look around and unlock your door with your thumbprint. You peek your head inside, searching for Xavier, but Caleb just invites himself inside.

“Wow, this is a nice looking place. Guess being a hunter pays pretty well, huh?” He turns around, walking backward as he speaks to you. “Whenever I work, yeah. Uh — “ Your body tenses up as you spot a familiar blonde in your kitchen and you rush to shove Caleb toward your room. Just as you get to your door, Leo rushes toward you and meows loudly as if announcing your presence like the cute little nuisance he is.

“Y/n?” Xavier turns around, hands clad in your pink oven mitts with the matching pink apron.

When you turn around, Caleb is gone and you feel dread boiling in the pit of your stomach, but you notice your door is cracked open and let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, Xav, I’m probably going to order some takeout tonight, so you can head home! I feel better today, I promise.” You shout from in front of your room, wanting to make sure Caleb didn’t try to fuck around and scare Xavier.

“Are you sure? I’m still worried about your panic attack last week and Zayne said you need to come in for a hearing aid fitting tomorrow, so I thought I could stay the night and wake you up.” He turns his back to you as he takes a tray out of the oven and Caleb creaks the bedroom door open to raise a brow at you.

“Stay the night?” He teases with a whisper, “And do what? Pipsqueak, you sly dog.”

“Shutthefuckup, it’s not like that!” You hiss, slapping his shoulder in a fit of embarrassment and Xavier calls out, “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No, no! I’m fine, Xav. Thanks for worrying, but I’ll set an alarm on my phone. I wanna try being on my own tonight!” You shove your door closed as your cheeks burnt red.

“Well, I’ll leave these brownies here for you. Make sure they cool down! And be sure to call me if you can’t be on your own tonight. You know I’ll come over as quickly as I can. We all know how much you miss him — Them. How much you miss them.” He clears his throat, catching his own slip up.

“Right, see you later, Xav! Thanks for the brownies.” You say as Xavier leaves the kitchen and he raises a single brow at you standing awkwardly in front of your bedroom door.

“I don’t get a hug today?” He flashes his puppy dog eyes with a pout and you groan internally. He can do that cute shit with Caleb here…You sigh, knowing he’ll pout about for at least a month if you didn’t hug him, so you reluctantly step away from the door to hug him. “I’m really trying to get better, Xavi. I promise.” You pat his back and Xavier pauses, catching a whiff of an unfamiliar cologne, but he chalks it up to it being yours.

“Regardless, I’m proud of you,” He says with a smile as he ruffles your hair. Once he’s close to the door, he turns and gives you a small wave, “Also, I’m saying this as a friend, but I don’t think that cologne suits you!”

Once he’s gone, you hide your face in your hands as you hear muffled laughter coming from your room.

“Ha ha, laugh all you want.” You mumble under your breath as Caleb walks up to you, shoulders shaking with laughter. “Hey Xav,” he mocks you in a higher pitched voice and you whip your head toward him to punch him a few times. “Stop making fun of me!”

“Alright, alright, pipsqueak.” Caleb’s chuckles finally die down, but now he’s frowning toward the door, “How dare he say my cologne doesn’t suit you, though. That was uncalled for…” He slings his arm over your shoulder and you turn your head to look up at him, “Hey…So you know how I said I wanted takeout?”

After a few moments of silence, you grin up at him. “Can you make me some braised chicken wings?”

“You don’t know how much I missed your food!” You groan as you eat another chicken wing, setting the bone down on your plate before you pat your stomach. “Should we try the brownies?” Caleb asks, reaching toward the pan with an excited gleam in his eyes and you point at him, “Don’t! Xav, probably mixed up the salt and the sugar again.”

“Xav this, Xav that,” Caleb mumbles under his breath as he cuts a piece of brownie out to try regardless of what you said. After he eats a bite, he raises a brow and scoffs, “What’re you on? This is good.”

“Huh!?” You jump from the back of the couch, wincing as you land on your bad leg and you hop on one leg until you reach the kitchen counter. Then, you sit up there and grab his hand to try to piece he has. The moment you taste it, you immediately hit Caleb’s shoulder. “How could you lie to me like that!? I knew he mixed the sugar and salt up again.”

He laughs to himself, shaking off the momentary surprise of your lips brushing his fingers, and sets the brownie back on the plate as he grabs your leg, fingers gently massaging your ankle. “Caleb, you seriously don’t need to do that!” You push against his shoulders, pulling your leg away, but suddenly you felt as if your legs were really heavy. Your brows furrow before you notice the faint blue glow around your legs. “Don’t use your evol on me! Caleb, seriously — “

After a few minutes of massaging, Caleb lifts you up in his arms as he walks toward your room. “Wait — “

“It’s getting late. Time for bed.” He drops you on your bed, but you grip his collar, tugging him down with you as a form of retaliation. A sigh slips from his lips and his eyes flutter closed. He brings his hand up to your face, his now gloveless thumb just barely brushes your bottom lip. “Pipsqueak, you should really get some rest now…”

You raise a brow, tugging him further down to brush your lips across his forehead. A small giggle leaves you as he lets out another breathy sigh, seemingly touch starved after almost a year. “Look at you, you’re like a sinner who’s confessing,” You tease him, taking note of his reddening cheeks, and he grabs hold of your hand, lightly dragging his lips across your fingertips as he speaks, “Then, can you carry a little of this sin too? Don’t leave me in this loneliness any longer.”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, your gaze lowering to fixate on his lips and when Caleb finally meets your eyes again, a smirk tugs at his lips. “What? Never been seduced before?” He chuckles, mostly to himself, “I find that hard to believe.” His fingers wrap around your chin as he leans closer, pausing just a breath away from kissing you as if to make sure that you’re really okay with this.

A smile tugs at your lips and the slightest hint of a laugh leaves you as you reach up to link your arms behind his neck, tugging him further down. Your noses brush and you raise a brow, whispering against his lips, “What’re you waiting for?” You feel your breath intermingling as Caleb lets out a mixture of a sigh and a chuckle, and you close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you.

After a few minutes of silence, you open your eyes with a pout on your lips, ready to tell him off, but that’s when he finally slots his lips against yours. It’s a rather sweet and simplistic kiss, at first. A gentle warmth spreads throughout your body, but you’re impatient. You want more than this, even though you’ve never gone further than a kiss before. You can tell Caleb is just as inexperienced when your kiss stays innocent. Like a kiss between curious children, but you don’t want that.

You sit up on your elbows, tilting your head to the side as you slowly slide your hand over to grab Caleb’s. The softest of gasps slips from his lips from your touch and as you focus on forming a resonance, you also take this chance to deepen your kiss. Your tongues meet in an almost clumsy clash and you can hear Caleb’s breathing speeding up.

A faint, blue glow shines between your hands, and you hook your leg around Caleb’s waist; using your evol (that you borrowed from him), you seamlessly flip your positions so he is flat on his back with his head against your pillows and you’re on top of him, legs on either side of his hips. He has a look of surprise in his eyes, but it’s quickly overshadowed with mischief as he lifts his hand up. You think quickly and use his own evol to hold his hands above his head.

“Aww, now what’re you going to do without your hands?” You click your tongue, resting your hands on his chest as you tilt your head to the side with a mocking pout on your lips. “Can’t use your evol without them, hmm?” You sit yourself down fully on his lap, not able to hide your surprise as you feel something hard underneath you. “That’s your phone…right?”

Caleb chuckles, tilting his head back as he lifts his hips up. The fabric of his sleeves pulling taut against his biceps as he tries to free his arms. “Do you want me to lie to you?” Your gaze slowly makes its way down his body; to how his uniform top was revealing the tiniest bit of skin from his stomach, to how firm his thighs look in his uniform pants, and your thoughts falter as your eyes land on his rather sizable bulge.

Could that even…?

Within your surprise, you fail to realize that your resonance has worn off and Caleb takes this opportunity to flip your positions once more, his evol effortlessly pins your wrists together above your head.

“Don’t worry, we don’t need to go all the way for you to enjoy this.” He cups your cheek with his hand, his thumb swiping back and forth across your bottom lip.

[sergeantwoods]

soap needed some time - some time to rewind. after missions, depending on how they were, he'd feel... overwhelmed. mind reeling, going over everything that had happened. he needed his journal to write down what he felt, how he felt, what had happened, so that he wouldn't have to remember it after. it was nice.

and he'd draw too, if he was feeling the urge to sketch something down.

and it was fucking gorgeous right now. they were in al mazrah, some in and out mission to gather intel. it was just the four of them, just soap, ghost, price and gaz. he (personally) liked those missions the most.

laswell set up this safehouse for them, just for the night, because tomorrow morning, exfil would come and pick them up. they each had their own rooms, small with a twin sized bed that was probably too small for any of them - but that was fine, soap probably wasn't going to sleep in a while. he'd go back to his room when he felt like it.

his gazed swept over the desert, the sun slowly sinking over the belt of amber sand in the distance. everything was lit in an ethereal orange glow, his already tan skin practically glowing. (he wasn't saying that to make himself feel pretty, no sir.)

he had his journal in one hand, pen twirling idly in his fingers of the other as he watched the sunset. he had written down everything in his journal about the mission, and now, with this view - he wanted to draw.

but - he felt as though he couldn't capture it. the otherworldly beauty couldn't be caught on paper. he had two pens - one thick, one thin - but that didn't matter really. the colors, the colors are what he wanted to draw.

fuckin' hell, he'd die for some pencils or markers even watercolor, but he isn't bringing any of that to a mission. that's bordering childish. it's nice to be childlike every once in a while, no?

he leaned back onto the roof, shutting his eyes and letting out a small breath. it's nice. pretty, and the weather is perfect. he'd stay here for the rest of his life, if he could.

the almost silent padding of feet approaching him made him open one eye to glance scornfully at the intruder. he immediately softened, though, seeing ghost.

leaning forward, soap patted the spot next to him, uncrossing his legs and letting them swing off the edge of the building. ghost came to stand beside soap, slowly crouching down to sit next to him.

they just sit there. quiet, excluding the shuffles of ghost shifting his weight around and soap sketching on paper.

soap pulls away from his paper, turning to stare at ghost.

the man was bathed in a tawny light, white mask basking in beige-ish cream sunlight. he turned to look at soap, tilting his head slightly as if asking, what's on your mind?

"did you know, after death the human brain lives on for seven minutes?" soap asked, quietly. his gaze slid away from ghosts, settling on focusing again on his paper before adding with a shrug, "to replay it's best memories,"

he felt ghost press closer to soap slightly, then murmured back, "yeah? that's cool to think about."

"aye."

it's quiet for a few seconds before soap continues.

"you'd be my seven minutes."

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i saw something about this and i had to write it but ghoap

but yay, yippee, zoinks ,,,!!! the writings bad because i didnt care!!!

take some fucking ghoap you loser /j