#got rest ye merry kittens

[thehighpriestess1]

Christmas with Santa

Gojo Satoru

You groaned as Gojo tried to wake you up for the nth time. “Satoru let me sleep!”. You turned the other way and buried your face in the pillow. The room was cold and your blanket kept you warm, it was the perfect recipe for a good sleep…except your annoying boyfriend who climbed over you and now lay in front of you. “Y/n wake up! It’s christmas!”.

You opened one eye to look at him, half your  face still pressed against the pillow. “Okay, Santa”. You chuckled.

Gojo rolled his eyes, “When  will you and Suguru stop with white hair jokes!”. Gojo huffed in annoyance. You chuckled and tried to pull the much larger man inside the blanket, “Come here you baby!”.

“No no no. I am not falling for your trap..baby. Come on, I have to show you your gift!”. Gojo whined and you knew there was no way you were going to get that extra sleep today. ‘Fine!”. 

Gojo was waiting patiently in the living room waiting for you to be done with your routine. “Y/n!!!”. He yelled for the fourth time. You got out of the bathroom and shot him an icy glare. “I swear this gift of yours better be worth all the annoyi-”. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed a tree..a cat tree. You pointed at it and pressed your lips together to make sense of things.

“Satoru..I said we should get a christmas tree not a cat tree”. You walked over to it and Gojo slowly moved to stand behind you. He cleared his throat and you turned around to face him. Gojo held a small white box with the lid ajar. “Merry christmas baby”. 

You walked over to him and carefully lifted the lid to see a small white kitten sleeping on a pillow. You gasped as you touched it gently with your knuckle. The kitten slowly opened its eyes and looked at you, it had one blue eye and one brown eye. You picked it up carefully and cradled it against your chest. It was warm and so soft that your heart melted. 

“Satoru!”. You mewled as tears lined your eyes. “Thank you”. Gojo cooed and wrapped his hands around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. . “You said you wanted a cat and she seemed like a perfect addition to our family, right?”. You nodded your head and pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “I love you santa”.

“I love you too”. Gojo said and kissed the side of your head.

Kakashi Hatake

Kakashi didn’t believe in holidays. He had always thought them to be distractions from reality. A time when people forgot about the cruelty of the world..and yet he was up before the sun to clean the house and make you a perfect christmas breakfast. “Do you think she’ll like it? The gift?”. Kakashi asked, eyes still focused on spreading the pancake batter in a perfect santa shape.

Pakum sighed near his foot. “For the tenth time boss, she will like it“/

“Kashi?”. You walked into the kitchen rubbing your eyes. “What are you two doing?”.

“We..are cooking breakfast”. Kakashi said as he watched you walk over to him. He wrapped his arms around you and patted your head. 

“You’re so warm”. You cooed and closed your eyes. 

“Umm..boss” Pakun cleared his throat.

“Yes pakun?”. Kakashi spoke, his eyes still closed, relishing in your embrace. 

“The pancakes”.

Kakashi immediately let you go and flipped the pancake right on time.

“Why does this pancake look like santa?”. You asked, craning your neck around his torso. 

“Because it’s christmas darling”. Kakashi smiled to himself and kissed the top of your head.

“I thought you didn’t believe in holidays”. You looked up at him and pouted.

“But you do”.

“Are you making santa pancakes because you look like santa?”.

“Hey! Only because I have silver hair does not mean I look like him!”

“Your hair is also shaped like his cap”. Pakun added making you chuckle.

“Enough”. Kakashi warned.

“You can also climb down a chimney”. You added, making even the deadpanned ninken chuckle.

“He even got you a gift”. Pakun spoke and kakashi sighed. There was no winning with you and pakun.

“What?!!”.

“Darling, let’s have breakfast first”. Kakashi tried convincing you.

“No no no no. Pakun, where is it?”. You smiled ear to ear and crouched down to pet the ninken.

“Pakun,no”. Kakashi commanded. But he knew it was useless.

“Pakun, if you show me my gift then I will show you yours”.

Within minutes you,kakashi and all of his ninkens were sitting on the carpeted floor surrounded by gift wrappers and half eaten, half cold, santa shaped pancakes. “This is beautiful”. You said as you admired the teapot kakashi got you from the land of snow. Kakashi leaned back against the couch and smiled at you. He looked around the room, his ninkens all in a new matching collar with santa hats on them. Red and green gift wrappers all over the floor, the christmas tree that he and pakun decorated in the morning, the matching pendants that you got for him and you with your initials engraved on one side and his on the other and he thought to himself that this what holidays mean. Being surrounded by people you love and people who love you.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Christmas bonus scene for @professional-benaddict and mine collaboration HeadHunted (link below)

Merry Christmas Rafni!

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Giggling could be heard from the main living room of the manor. It overshadowed the argument going on in the background.

Peter was sitting in front of the fireplace, his cell phone out, as he recorded his newest presents. Who knew what fun it would be to be a third in a marriage. Outside of the whole kidnapping being shot at and all the things being with a mob boss entailed.

Currently, in front of Peter was the non communication present of the husbands trying to ensure Peter had the best first Christmas with them. And them trying to compete with each other.

A large great dane puppy that Tony got him was currently playing with the new kitten that Stephen had gotten him.

Peter was too busy gushing over the newest additions to the family he was tuning out Stephen and Tony, being annoyed with each other by what the other bought

" We already have 2 big dogs, a kitty is perfect and small"

" Yes 2 dogs what is one more? He passed his training, that cat isn't trained"

" Guys, I love them both. Now come sit so I can get a picture of all of us!"

Peter arranged everyone on the couch, his camera sitting on the mantle as he got them ready to pose. Stephen and Tony on either side of Peter in the middle, Diablo the doberman beside Stephen, Rogue the other dobie next to Tony. On the floor in all of their laps was newly named Pixie, the great dane puppy, and the kitten called Costello.

The flash of the camera catching a glint of jewelry around each of the mens neck. Peter was nervous about what to get his partners. He wanted to give them something that showed how much he loved and appreciated them, allowing him to join them. Not like he really had a say, as they wanted him first. But something to remind them and himself that they were together.

So he had custom made jewelry designed for them. They each had the same style of necklace, Tony's in gold, Stephen's in white gold and Peter's in rose gold. They each had a small rectangular pendant, and on the sides were engraving.

Tony's had Peter's and Stephen's names and the dates of when Peter just met him and then the wedding date of Tony and Stephen's.

Stephen's had the first date of meeting Peter with his name and his wedding date with Tony.

Peter's had both of their names and the date of when he met Stephen and when Peter came to work at Tony's nurse.

Peter actually gave them the gifts early on Christmas Eve. He was too nervous and after dinner that night, when they went to cuddle up together in bed he gave them the gifts then. He knew he made the right decision when he saw the look in their eyes as he put his own necklace on that had their names engraved.

Then, they spent the rest of Christmas Eve in bed with each other. Reminding each other how much they love each other and in Peter's case, how much these two men own him in every possible way.

Have a Merry Christmas, and I wish you the best for the New Year!

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Shrek 3 and 4

The wild gendered expectations they have on Pinocchio to hate dinner theatre LMAO

"I am the rightful King of Far Far Away." On what grounds, Prince Charming?

Why does Shrek have to do all the knighting and christening of boats when Fiona is the royal heir? Even in Shrek we cannot escape the misogyny of inheritance laws

"Imagine an Ogre baby. They extra cry, and they extra poop." This is unfortunate foreshadowing for how many babies they're gonna have

"I am proud to call you my Frog-King Dad-in-Law." Ghkjhgkjhg Shrek is as preoccupied with Harold being a frog as Harold was with him being an Ogre

"You and Fiona are next in line for the throne." Again, I feel like Fiona has this whole like, princess her whole life thing going for her. Why does Shrek need to be ruling in any way

NOT KING HAROLD BEING SENT TO REST IN YE OLDE FOOT LOCKER BOX:

Why has Doris been thrown out of the bar!! Who is Mabel!!

"And you, Frumpypigskin." "Rumplestiltskin." "Where's that firstborn you were promised?" I think this is supposed to be foreshadowing for the next Shrek movie

"How does it happen?" said Donkey, as if he did not have at least five children (six if we count the missing baby, whose name is apparently Éclair)

"My stomach aches and my palm just got sweaty. Must be a high school." Relatable. Also the implication that Shrek went to high school. Was it an Ogre high school or a general high school for fairytale creatures

"My friend Tiffany thinkest thou vex her so soothly. And she thought perchance you would ask her to the homecoming dance." Tiffany confirming that the Shrekfucker community is alive and well

Not Arthur Pendragon being bullied by the nerds omg

Fgjkhkghkgjh Guin being repulsed by Arthur. Rough

I guess we know where Doris is!! At Fiona's baby shower

"I got you the biggest one, because I love you the most." HAHAHAHA not Snow White giving Fiona a PERSON as a present

HAHAHAHAHA I love Pinnochio double negativing Charming into confusion

"He'll never fall for your tricks!" [Nose grows] Pinocchio knows Shrek is very gullible

Most of Shrek's problems are related to just being too strong to handle his own body

How long does Shrek think he can hide the fact there are other heirs to the throne. Does he think if he waits til they're in Far Far Away, Artie won't turn back?

"Somebody help! I've been kidnapped by a monster trying to relate to me." This movie strongly feels like it was written by the parent of a teenager LMAO

"Please leave any bad vibes outside the healing vortex." Me trying to talk to my parents

"My dad wasn't really the fatherly type either." 1) The plot of this movie is simply Daddy Issues: Shrek Edition and 2) Are we finally going to find out where some of the other Ogres are?

I guess we have taken until the third movie to confirm that some, if not most, Ogres, are pro-eating each other, at least. Shrek's father said, I put you in this world, I can take you out

"People used to think I was a monster. And for a long time, I believed them. But after a while, you learn to ignore the names that people call you, and you just trust who you are." SOMETHING SOMETHING METAPHORS FOR OPPRESSION SOMETHING SOMETHING MY HEART

"That Charming makes me hotter than July." Why did Rapunzel say 'ew,' isn't she the one that Charming calls Kitten Whiskers lmao

Update from 30 seconds later: I got an immediate answer to this question in the form of Rapunzel betraying them

Also: Is the topiary supposed to be Lillian or is the implication Charming's first act in this coup was to replace the garden sculptures jkhgkjhg. I've been thinking it for a while but Lillian and Charming really do have the same hair and general face shape:

"Shrek will be back soon, and you'll be sorry." Fiona why do you need Shrek, you can take out a band of ten Merry Men by yourself!! Are you hesitant to fight because you're pregnant? This movie should really be about Fiona and not Shrek

"Get yourself back to Worcestershire, kid." Bold of them to choose this name for Artie's hometown hahahah

HAHAHAHA Artie defeats Merlin's magical insecurities by having a tantrum

Efhjkfhkfjh the implication that Donkey has been suppressing his inner heehaw for two whole movies. Poor Puss in Boots

"He's a star, people! Hello? I'm so sorry about this, Mr. Shrek." Artie's best quality as a leader is his ability to think on his feet

"I wasn't right for the job. I just needed some fool to replace me." IT'S A GOOD THING YOU'RE NOT THE ROYAL HEIR OF FAR FAR AWAY SHREK, FIONA IS! IT'S HER THRONE AND HER DECISION, U DINK

Shout-out to Cinderella's slowly dwindling mental health, she's got some of the most labour-intense and psychologically difficult backstory kghkhjg

Oh hell yeah Julie Andrews as Mama Lillian showing where Fiona got her fighting skills

"Okay girls, from here on out, we're gonna take care of business ourselves." AS THEY SHOULD!

HAHAHAHAH Snow White's singing scene is all I remember from this movie. Get 'em girls!!!

Cinderella throwing her glass shoe, Sleeping Beauty tripping them with her narcolepsy, Doris tripping the men up with her leg that didn't fit into the shoe. I love that the mechanisms of their fighting are the same as their confines in the story

"Shrek only said those things to protect you." And because they were true! He was also dishonest with Arthur lmao

Awwww the Shrek fan club in the audience. He really is a beloved by the people, in his way

"If you don't mind, could you kill me, and then sing?" Charming really should've put a muzzle on Shrek if he wanted him to be a silent participant in this play

Shrek's strongest asset by far is the community of people he and Fiona have built (the fairy tale creatures, the princesses, Doris, the dragon, the citizens of Far Far Away)

"Don't you ever wish you could be something else [other than a villain]?" Arthur yet again comes through with his gift of gab

"What Steve's trying to say is it's hard to come by honest work when the whole world's against you." Steve and Ed the Evil Trees raise very point

"I grow daffodils, and they're beautiful." Love this for Captain Hook

"It's yours if you want, you know. But this time it's your choice." WHY IS IT NOT FIONA'S CHOICE!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE NOT THE PRINCE, SHREK!!!!

You know, if the only remaining complication of switching bodies is losing your tail for a bit, that's not the worst

"I think the kid's going to be a great king." "Well, for what it's worth, you would have too." SO WOULD YOU, FIONA, AS HEIR TO THIS KINGDOM!!!! Raised as a princess!! The plot of this movie is so bizarre

I love how much Lillian loves her weird little family. No Judgement Mum

Tag yourself, I'm the "Where's the Baby" Dwarf kjghjghjh

Well, even if it's not something Fiona specifically identified as wanting for herself instead of ruling, I'm happy they get to have their happy little family in the swamp and a nap

Onto: Shrek 4

I will not lie to you, I am mostly watching the fourth Shrek because I went to Shrek trivia and we missed a bunch of questions related to the fourth movie LOL

Why does the animation look so funky in this one? It's giving a bit of Monster by Mistake/direct-to-video sequel

How are Shrek's babies old enough to speak but Donkey's still look the same even though they're at least 9 months older?

Is the plot of this, much like the second Incredibles movie, 'I can't believe that I, a father, have to parent'

I know people have been committing Ogre Microaggressions all day and that he wasn't the first to destroy the cake (Donkey licked and the Pigs ate the first one) but what kind of a father destroys his own children's birthday cake. Get some therapy, Shrek

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, it's not like you're a real Ogre. You spent half your life in a palace." "And the other half locked away in a tower." 1) What a thing to say to someone who became an ogre permanently FOR YOU, and 2) She got a point there, Shrek

"You have three beautiful children, a wife who loves you, friends who adore you. You have everything." Shrek said: God Fiona, have you ever heard of an introvert

Lmao @ this movie retconning the fact that Shrek and Rumplestiltskin have already encountered each other when Arthur took the throne

Shrek representing the very real experience of not reading the terms and conditions every time you sign off:

"It's me, Shrek, your best friend." After four movies Shrek finally admits that Donkey is his best friend hahaha

Gingey being in a cookie fighting league jkhfkfh on brand for him

Why is there such a large proportion of witches in Rumpelstiltskin's palace hahaha, I get that there were more than a few, but Rumpelstiltskin seems to hang with witches exclusively?

"I ended Fiona's curse." Technically yes, but did u really Shrek? You just ended the switcheroo to her original human form, not the resultant transformation

I gotta say, the soundtrack moments in this film are so far a lot weaker, BUT I do love Shrek rescuing Donkey, His Best Friend Who Doesn't Know Him, and covering his eyes as they go through the roof:

As if to challenge me on that last point, they had Shrek sing an off-key rendition of "You've Got a Friend," which was delightful

Donkey looks particularly off in this movie and I've just realized it's because of the texture of his fur. It was smooth and growing in a similar direction for three movies, and now it's super coarse and messy

"You should never sign a contract with Rumpelstiltskin." Not Donkey having more common sense than Shrek HAHA

"You gonna have to take me to dinner first." I will take this as Donkey coming out as bisexual

"Fate has delivered us a comrade-in arms and for that we are thankful." The implication that Ogres do have a society and Shrek just chooses to never interact with them bc HIS FAMILY is the only one who loves terrorizing is VERY FUNNY

I love how Shrek also seems to be one of the smallest Ogres. Little man

I thought the idea of Fiona staying an Ogre was for her to subvert the beauty standard (which like, another conversation, 'cause she looks fine as an ogre) but they had to make a point of her being a sexy warrior ogre HAHA:

(I can see why this film didn't do that well with audiences)

Why is Fiona the ONLY female ogre? Where are the women!!

"Well, I see who wears the chainmail in your family," said Donkey, both correct about Fiona's fighting prowess and unaware that his wife is a Dragon ten times his size

Took me a sec to realize why the water would be threatening to the witches kjhgjghjgh (not poison, just dealing with Dorthy Dousing Disease)

OHHH Cookie is an Ogre who loves cooking, I had wondered about that in the Shrek trivia

"Shrek, do my babies have hooves or talons?" Donkey is SO excited to be a father!! I love that for him

Lmao @ them suggesting Shrek stresses Puss into being physically fit with the fights he causes

"[Candy]'d work on me." I guess there is another woman Ogre, but not with a scanty outfit! Only Fiona gets Ogregectification

I do love the falling in love while sparring. Couples MMA league:

I love that Puss in Boots is immediately Team Shrek/Fiona

"You are a catastrophe." "And you, are re-donkulous." [Shared laughter] Hahaha I like that the only obstacle in Puss and Donkey's friendship was they needed to meet sooner to avoid the competition for Shrek's attention

"I can't believe I let this happen, and it's all because of you." In fairness to Shrek, no one could see inside the carriage

They spent the entire animation budget on this frame of Puss in Boots:

I do like them subverting the expectation that just a kiss would solve their problems when love is what they need

"Then where were you, when I needed you?" Thinking of ways to become an absentee father

"Please stay tuned for a message from our tyrannical dictator." I wish all political announcements were this honest

There is something fun about the circling back to Shrek 1 Mob

"If your life was so perfect, why'd you sign it all away to Rumpelstiltskin in the first place?" "Because I didn't know what I had until it was gone, alright?!" Fiona even reminded you! Get some therapy Shrek

"What are you talking 'bout, cracker?" I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GOT AWAY WITH PUTTING THIS IN A CHILDREN'S MOVIE (point of clarification: It was said to the Gingerbread Man)

DID PUSS IN BOOTS JUST KILL GINGEY???? AH?????

"I'm just a frightened old man." "Don't listen to him, these Ogres are crafty." "That is your father painted green." Pinocchio finally gets his revenge on his dad for selling him to the Duloc Guards hahahaha

Shrek giving up his freedom to save the other Ogres 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Nobody's smart but me," said Rumpelstiltskin, while leaving the only two people who could break his spell together to fall in love:

HAHAHAHAA how could they have Trojan Horse'd Rumpelstiltskin SO QUICKLY after being freed?? It is the SAME NIGHT, 2 MOVIE MINUTES LATER:

"I'll call you! We're in love." If there's one thing Donkey is willing to do, it's commit to the bit

I love that the way they keep Dragon at bay is both a callback to the first movie and a callback to the phrase Fiona has tied knots with throughout the movie. A rare moment of good writing it in this funny little movie

I guess in lieu of Shrek's other friends knowing him, it's an Ogre-only revolution

"Looks like we're having curly-toed weirdo for breakfast." So ogres eat ogres AND people. Four movies for someone to confirm it explicitly!!

"You know what the best part of today was? I got the chance to fall in love with all over again." A very sweet reflection about a problem Shrek caused himself

Lillian is genuinely so accepting of her bizarre family 💞 She doesn't care if she married a frog or if her grandkids are ogres

I can't believe they saved two of the best soundtrack songs and this fun character montage of moments throughout the series for the end credits!

Overall, I would say I prefer the first three Shrek movies (and especially the first two) but if they put out another one, I would probably watch it LOL

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Hoping for a text

*Warning Adult Content*

Peter Thompson watched as Emmett Locke pulled his cell-phone out of his pocket for about the 800th time since lunch. He stared at it a moment, shut it down and stuck it back in his pocket.

"Locke, I'm not trying to be nosy or anything but is everything all right?"

Maybe someone was in the hospital or having a baby. It was the end of the month and he didn't exactly want to do fourteen state inspections but he would if Emmett needed to be somewhere else.

"Oh, yeah boss, sorry. I'll uh, get to work on the Caravan."

"No rush, have a soda. I wasn't implying you're slacking off, I just want to make sure you're okay to be at work. If you have something going on, I can cover the last minute inspections."

"I know, why do they always wait till the very end of the month? Then if they fail..."

The rest didn't need to be said. It was always their fault somehow when the customer's car got a fail sticker.

"But no, I'm good."

Oh... it was so obvious. He'd never seen the look on Emmett's face before but it looked pretty much the same on everyone's and since he had worn it on his own face for months while he was trying to get a date with Tristan, he recognized it immediately.

"A guy?"

Emmett's beard couldn't hide his blush.

"Yeah. It's nothing, just sort of hoping he might text."

"Or you could text him," Peter offered.

"I did and he answered but I got the feeling I should back off."

"Okay, into the office, bub," Peter requested, turning and walking in. "I just have one question first, is this Mr. Roadster?"

Emmett didn't have to answer that question because Peter smirked.

"I see. You're really lucky Tristan isn't here, you know."

Emmett couldn't help but chuckle at that. Yes, Tristan was certainly not going to be quite as reserved as Peter was being. Granted, Tristan might be more help if he had any idea what was going on in Finnegan's head. 

"You're probably right."

"Do you want tell me what he texted you and I can try to help?"

Actually, maybe that would stop the merry-go-round that was going on in Emmett's head.

"All right, it's like this... when I dropped the car off on Friday evening he was really bruised from the air-bag and looked pretty rough. So Sunday I texted and just asked how he was feeling. He wrote back..."

Emmett pulled his cell-phone out of his pocket and opened it up to read it to Peter verbatim, even though he had it memorized.

Finnegan Walker: Much better, thanks.

Peter blinked a few times, desperately trying to figure out which part of that text made Emmett think that Finnegan was upset with him.

"I'm not sure I see what you're getting at."

Emmett knew he was probably playing it safe, maybe too safe but he didn't want to hound the guy.

"Thanks. That's sort of final, isn't it?"

"Or he appreciates you checking on him."

He knew his experiences with Tristan certainly weren't normal and that he had stepped right up to that line and maybe even put a toe over it a few times but his kitten had been a special case. Still, he hated to see something not happen because Emmett was nervous.

"I just think that if you're interested, which you seem to be, it wouldn't hurt to try. Why don't you just ask him out? It seems to me like you're just torturing yourself."

"I am, I'm just not very good at this," Emmett admitted and Peter shrugged.

"Practice makes perfect."

"He's out of my league, Pete. He is so put together. I can't even tell you. Apparently he's the vice-president of his company. He's got a swanky apartment in Federal Hill and let's not forget that sweet-ass car. I've got a two bedroom row-house and a ferret. I don't know..."

Peter was more than a little bit confused.

"I'm from out west, a ferret is what?"

"A little weasel type thing. Furry. Cute. Want to see a picture?"

Emmett already had his photo album open, looking for a decent picture of Marten.

"Oh. I know what a ferret is. I thought... never mind."

"Oh shit, like slang for something? It probably is but I'm not cool enough to know what it means either."

Emmett made a mental note to look it up on urban dictionary when he got home. Peter decided to give the poor guy a break, he knew how hard dating was. 

"So other than Mr. Roadster, did you have a good weekend? It was pretty busy in here Saturday, wasn't it?"

Busy hadn't begun to describe it.

"Crazy. Had to park some across the street, we had so many. Went to the bowling alley after and was fairly lazy yesterday. Do you bowl? They have pool tables and arcade games too, air hockey."

"I actually enjoy bowling even though I'm not very good at it. I don't know if Tristan has ever been."

Peter had enjoyed showing a few new things to Tristan since he began dating the boy but it had never come up. Tristan was either going to tell him he was a pro and had a bowling alley in his basement or that he'd never been, there was very rarely any in-between with Tristan. He was going to ask.

"Well you two are welcome anytime, I can get you a good lane." Peter couldn't help himself.

"I'll make you a deal. You invite Mercedes and we'll make it a double date."

Finnegan Walker looked up from his laptop at 7:45 that evening, glancing through his office window to see that it was already dark. He wasn't finished for the day but he was finished, once the letters started swirling around on the screen it was best to take a break and start fresh the next morning. He grabbed his bag and his suit jacket and then re-considered, picking up his desk-phone and checking his voicemail to make sure that he hadn't gotten a message from Emmett while he'd been on the conference call with Japan.

No, nothing... well, obviously nothing was gonna happen there. He'd thought yesterday, when Emmett reached out to him, that the texts might go somewhere but he'd only ever sent the one and hadn't responded to Finnegan's. Oh well, it was one less complication. Honestly, Finnegan was too tired to care all that much. It was only Monday and he had a really long week ahead of him.

[jwcnsz]

merry christmas!

pairing; little!jungwon × cg!reader x little!riki

warnings; none

genre; a disgusting amount of fluff

word count; 1k

requested; yes!

a/n; kittens + enhypen = yes (wonki call reader by their name btw) pls enjoy!!

you walk down the empty street, most the stores next to you already closed. you kept looking for a store that had what you needed.

what you needed was a kitten. the babies had been begging you to please get them a kitten. you said soon and soon was now. you finally find a pet shop that’s open at 10pm. you couldn’t go any earlier so you had to take a chance now. you walked into the shop, a bell above you ringing.

“welcome!” an old man welcomed you with a bow. “hello! um… you wouldn’t have to have any kittens?” you asked looking around. “of course.” the old man smiled and went into the back. he brought out a black kitten. it couldn’t have been any bigger than your phone. it was so cute you couldn’t help but aww.

“he’s about a month old… the rest of his brothers have been adopted.” the old man said while petting the kitten in his arms. you smiled and reached to pet the kitten. “i’ll take him.”

you had somehow managed to hide the kitten overnight. it took a lot of staying up late and masking the small meows with “snoring”. the snoring was some random audio on youtube that you played on your speaker from your room. all night you were setting up the gift for the boys.

you had finally finished setting up the gift plus the area where the kitten would be staying. you look at the small kitten who was sleeping on the bed you had gotten him. he looked so cute, so peaceful. “they’re gonna love you so much, baby.” you whispered as you watching him take deep breaths.

you were tired from the night before but you had to stay up to make sure the boys wouldn’t see the kitten and to make breakfast for them. by the time it was seven, you made sure to hide him in the pantry. why the pantry? not even you knew but it seemed like a good idea.

you hear a door open and two sets of steps coming from down the hall. ‘it’s time!!’ you thought with excitement. the table was ready with breakfast and the kitten was hidden, you’re good to go. jungwon and riki come into sight. they’re rubbing their eyes and letting out little yawns. “mmhm… y/n?” jungwon slurred out.

you smiled at them and go to give them both huge hugs. “merry christmas, babies!” you said excitedly. “breakfast is on the table.” you let then know before going to sit down. their eyes lit up at the breakfast you had made them. all of their favorite breakfasts on one table at the same time?? oh, they were in heaven.

“thank you, y/n!!” riki smiled at the huge breakfast. you helped the babies get the food they wanted before you got yours. when you gave them their food, you gave them both a small forehead kiss. “enjoy, loves.” you smiled at them again. you’re smiling a lot today. how could you not? you’re about to see the boys you live the most be so happy they might pass out.

when they finished eating their breakfast, they were ready to go through their gifts. “wana open gifts!!” jungwon pouted and riki nodded urgently. they looked like they were gonna explode from excitement. “go ahead, don’t trip!” you yelled as they ran off to the living room.

while they opened their gifts, you got ready to show them their main gift. you walk into the pantry and see the kitten still on his bed. “thank you for not making a mess…” you whispered as you picked him up. you peeked into the living room, the boys were facing the christmas tree. they couldn’t see you walk in or anything.

“ooooh, barbie!” riki exclaimed as he looked at his barbie doll. oh, how he loved barbie dolls. “plushie!!” jungwon yelled out. you had gotten him a hello kitty squishmallow, he absolutely loves hello kitty. “look like me!” he giggled while putting the doll next to him face. riki nodded while giggling as well. they were so distracted that they didn’t notice you putting down the kitten and letting it run towards them.

the kitten ran towards jungwon first, putting his paw on his thigh. jungwon turned around, ready to run off but as soon as he saw the kitten he basically screamed. “kitty!!!” he grinned while picking it up. “cuteeeee!” he giggled at the kitten who was trying to lick his finger. “wana see!!” riki said as he toon the kitten from jungwon. “tiny…” he pouted. they loved that kitten so much already, it was kinda crazy.

“you like your gift, loves?” you asked as you walked over to them and sat on the floor with them. “lov it so much!!” riki smiled while looking at the kitten. “thank you, y/n!” they both hugged you so hard. they were so happy with their gifts and you were happy to see then happy.

it was the best christmas ever.

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Harlan passing away so peacefully has me in all the feels 😢 do my eyes deceive me or is there another little one - Lucy Drysdale?? 👀

Harlan deserved a quiet and peaceful passing. Around the people he loved the most too! It's also why Story took it so hard. Out of ALL of the grandchildren, she was closest to Harlan. Harlan fed her imagination. You found an Easter egg. Listen that was going to go up for December 5th for the 12 Days of Christmas....but I like leaving little hints now and then. Do you realize how hard it is to include a child that hasn't even been introduced yet?  I did have some other clues that there was a fifth.  At the Christmas party when Story got the necklace from Carter, Ransom’s hand was resting on Kitten’s belly.  Every time Kitten was going to the school she was taking Lucy.  There are a few others...but I’ll let you see if you can spot them.

5 Drysdale Kids

Summary:  Merry Christmas Ransom Drysdale

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  FLUFF

Warnings:  Mentions of pregnancy, mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  787

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Taking a deep breath you hand the little box to your husband.  He gives you an odd look before pushing it back into your hands.  “It’s not Christmas yet.”

“Just open it.  I promise you’ll love it,” you beam up at him.  He stands there just holding the box before he starts unwrapping the paper.  His eyes stay only on you, narrowing his vision as he tries to decipher what it is that you got him.  Finishing pulling off the paper he continues to watch you, unsure of what gift you could have given him.  “Look at it when you open it, baby.”

Ransom slowly pulls the lid off, still not turning his eyes away from you, and you can’t help but laugh and shake your head.  Once it’s open he looks down to see the positive pregnancy test.  Smiling through his tears he looks back up at you, “This better be yours and not our daughters.”

“Ransom Drysdale they’re thirteen!”

He bites his lip, and let’s those tears finally fall down, “It’s yours?” you nod yes with the biggest smile.  “We’re having our fifth?”

“We’re having our fifth, baby,” he picks you up, and starts bouncing with you in his arms.  Stopping as soon as he starts, to press a hand against your belly.  

“I’m sorry my little nugget,” his dark blue eyes just wander around your face, “How long?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure.  Not that we’ve been careful.  I went to the doctor,” his face falls as he glares at you.  You knew he’d be pissed, but you wanted to make sure you were pregnant so he wouldn’t get upset.  “Twelve weeks.”

“I knew you were looking different.  These pretty tits of yours were looking real full.”

“Shut up.”

“We’re having a baby,” you nod your head, bringing his mouth closer to yours, before giving him the sweetest kiss.  “We’re having a baby!”

“Shh...we gotta tell the kids.”

“Tonight, I don’t wanna wait.”

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Ransom almost cannot contain his excitement.  His body bubbles over with excitement while all of your babies sit on the couch in front of you.  Story’s hand holds onto Blade’s and she leans over on him, and your little man gives a hard blink behind his glasses before pushing them up his nose.  “I’m nervous.”

“Bladey, there’s nothing wrong,” you say soothingly.  Your hand resting on Ransom’s lap, but your sweet baby isn’t convinced.

“Then tell us.  Dad, why are you so...happy?” Ransom tries to turn his face down as he looks at his mini me.  “Go on.”

“Your mom and I have some very important news, well happy news.  The best news.”

“We’re buying a real castle?” Story asks piping up from Blade’s shoulder, but it goes back down when Ransom shakes his head no.

“We’re going to Hawaii for vacation?” Aster asks, again more shakes of no.

“I get to go to the NASA Space Camp this summer?  Well, that would just be for me,” your only boy is so cute when he talks about NASA, he’ll get to go, and you as a family will be staying close by while he’s there.

Iris softly smiles when she notices where her dad’s hand is resting.  Her eyes glimmer with the tears.  You give her a nod, and she stands up to hug you.  “I don’t...don’t, don’t get it,” hearing the nervous stuttering in your son’s voice makes you want to shout what the news is.

“You’re getting your fifth,” Iris cries, wrapping her arms around her dad.

Aster’s head slings back on the couch, Blade gives you a big smile, but Story pouts, “I won’t be the baby anymore?  This is horse shit.”

“Story Rose Drysdale!” you try not to laugh, letting her know that, that kind of talk is not prohibited.

“Story book, you’re always going to be my itty bitty baby, okay?” Ransom’s hand reaches out to Story who skips to her dad’s lap.  You can see the wheels turning in Aster’s head, and you’re almost concerned with what she’s going to say.

“This happened when you went on that weekend getaway!” she shouts her eyes squinting at you.  “I told you two to practice safe sex.  You lied.”

“Angel, you know I’ve been begging for my fifth for awhile.”

“I just don’t know what to do with you two.  Jumping on the bed with every chance you get.  Are you happy?” turning to look at your husband, you bring his face to look at you.  The pure joy in his eyes lets you know that without a doubt you made the right choice.  Still looking at one another you both nod.  “Well, okay.  This is the last one right?”

“Maybe.”

“Ransom Drysdale!  You’re getting fixed, this is it, baby.”

“But...”

“NO!” you all shout at him.

“Fine, fine.  I’m settling at five,” he gives you another kiss, while Story plays with his wedding ring.  “I love you Kitten.”

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[mary-ann84]

Characters: August Walker x reader

Words: 714

Warnings: fluff. Soft!August

Author's Note: this my story for @cavillsthighs christmas writing challeng. Day 28 of cavillmas. With the promt a fluffy surprise.

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Ever since he came home from his latest mission a few days ago he has been acting weird. 

August usually is the strong but silent type. And yes he can't share a whole about his work but even for him this is odd.

Very distracted, jumpy even somewhat grumpy . Yesterday when you thought you heard a little squeak he swore he didn't hear a thing. 

And the constant leaving the house for short periods at a time. 

You became worried, suspicious and even annoyed with him. Especially when you asked what was wrong and he told you there wasn't anything wrong.  When clearly there was. 

This was not how you expected to spend the holidays together. 

Now it's the middle of the night. You just turned in your sleep to snuggle up to him but you find his spot empty. 

So you decide to go look for him. No sign of him in the bathroom or his office. He is not in the living room or kitchen. 

Just when you decide to give up you hear the faint sound of his voice. It's coming from behind the door that leads to the garage. 

The closer you get to it the clearer he sounds. Even though he is whispering. 

"It's ok little one. Just a little while longer and y/n can find out about you."

You softly open the door so that he can't hear you and hide whatever or whoever he is talking to. 

From what you can see he is crouched down to the floor. Stroking something. 

"August what are you doing?" 

August practically jumps up. He looks at you with shock in his cerulean eyes and his disheveled brown curls. He blocks your view so you can't see what is on the floor behind him.

"Nothing." He says hesitantly. 

But then a small mew comes from behind him. He bends his head and you can hear him sush whatever makes that sound. 

Again a mew but now a lot stronger and louder.

You walk over to August who steps aside. He knows he can't hide it any longer. He looks down. You follow his gaze and there you see a little black and white kitten looking up at you with big blue eyes. 

"Oh my gosh August. Who is this?" You ask as you sit on the floor next to the kitten

August follows. He sits down and takes the kitten in his arms. You can hear her purring the moment he starts stroking her fur. 

"I found her in an alley after my last mission. She is a stray abandoned by her mom. I had planned to take her to the vet and ask if they could find a home for her. But when I got there I…"

"You what?" Encouraging him to continue.

"I realised she already has one. With us. And that she would make a great Christmas present for you. You always said that you wanted a cat."

The sight of this big strong man with a little kitten in his arms, the small smile he gives and the look of love in his eyes warms your entire body. You start to tear up.

"August this is the sweetest thing you have ever done for me. Yes she has a home with us."

A smile breaks out on his face that could light up a Christmas tree. 

He hands you the kitten. Who is a little confused at first. But quickly realizes she is safe and rests in your arms. Nudging your hand with her little head as if she was asking you to pet her. 

August moves closer to you and drapes his arm over your shoulder. He whispers

"Lift her head a little sweetheart and look under her chin."

You do as he says and there in the white fur you see a spot of black fur in the shape of a heart. 

"I may not say it a whole lot. But I do love you. And whenever I am gone for work she will be a reminder."

"I love you too, August. And Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas y/n." 

[angelamajiki]

[ study date - part two ]

PARING: Bully! Yandere! Hawks x Reader x Bully! Yandere! Dabi

CW: quirkless college au, yandere, noncon/dubcon, mindbreak, dacryphilia, boot licking, boot humping, humiliation, degradation, cum eating, spanking, physical abuse, verbal abuse, scumbag dabihawks

AN: finally part two is here!! sorry about the long wait. mind the tags and enjoy!!

PART ONE

The situation was all too suspicious. You couldn't put your finger on it, but you knew the two of them had something to do with it. They always have something conniving up their sleeves, inventing new ways to torment you.

Not less than a day ago did you receive that dreaded phone call, and of course, the pair of them were there to witness your breakdown because of it. Because of your failing grade in chemistry, your scholarship was revoked which meant that you lost your housing privileges for the campus. And those two seemed all too happy to watch you crumble and sob in front of them like a child.

“Sounds like you're down on your luck, princess. What's a girl to do?”

Touya was all too pleased about the situation, the smug bastard. A warm hand made a place for itself on your lower back as it rubbed circles of faux sympathy. Sobs dribbled from your mouth as his hands moved lower to grip your hips from behind.

“Now, now, Touya. Don't tease her like that.” Keigo tutted, leaning against the wall next to the two of you. “Perhaps we coulda let our girlfriend come stay with us.” He sighed dramatically, quirking his brow at you before looking away.

So that was it. They wanted you to grovel at their feet and beg for mercy if you wanted their help, just like last time.

“Too bad we don't have one, doll. Ya made yourself pretty clear that you just aren't interested in us. Such a shame, we coulda been a real big help, ya know.”

Touya patted you on the back before walking off down the hall with Keigo, leaving your tear-stricken face all alone.

“W...Wait!” It came out more desperate than you could have hoped. The two of them stopped but refused to turn to look at you. The silence was deafening. “I’ll go out with the both of you. I'll be your girlfriend.”

Admission alone should have been good enough for them, but your constant denial had left them greedy for more.

“And just how do we know you're not looking to mooch off us, babe?”

Rats, they were right. You had no way to prove you wouldn't just use them, abuse them, and lose them.

“Touya, I thought I said to stop teasing princess.” Keigo chuckled, turning to look at you with narrowed eyes. “Of course, we’ll go out with you; nothing would make us happier to call you our girl.”

Taking your hand, he helped you up off the bench and swiped the tears from your eyes. Humiliation flushed your face as you struggled to look anywhere but his hawk-like eyes.

“C’mon, doll. Let’s go clean out your dorm and head back to our place.”

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Back in your apartment, the boys made quick of boxing up your things and loading them into Keigo’s pick-up. The poor distraught thing you were, the bathroom is where you holed yourself up and cried your heart out. The fact that you had to stoop as low as to live with your bullies to survive? And you thought you couldn't be more humiliated than the last time they offered helo. It’ll be temporary; you tried to convince yourself. You'll stay with them a few weeks and be on your merry way, finding someone else to stay with. Hell, you’ll couch surf if you have to. Anything was better than staying with those demons.

“Hey, doll!” Touya rapped his fingers on the door thrice before opening up to your crying form. “Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears. Your boyfriends are here to help.” His wolfish grin said otherwise.

“Bird brain and I finished packing your shit. Let's hit the road.”

A rough hand yanked you up from the floor, tugging you along. A yelp flew from your mouth before you could stop it as you pushed up against the sink, pinned in by Touya’s hips on yours.

“On second thought, I can't let my pretty girl feel so down, now can I? Let me give you something that’ll cheer ya up.”

A hard tent nestled its way up your skirt as he ground his hips against you.

“Let your man take care of you, huh? I’ll give you something good to cry about.”

Keigo was content to watch from the doorway as his partner continued to make you squirm under him.

“Besides, we haven't discussed payment. Rent ain’t free, princess.”

God, were these men cruel to you. You can't really expect any less from the men who were content to bully you in the first place.

“All my money was from the scholarship; I don’t-”

A hearty laugh came from the blonde, eyes narrowing in on your pinned form.

“Who said anything about money?” He quipped, sauntering over to you and took your chin in his hand. “You can pay us back with your obedience. We want a well-behaved slut that we can come home to, not some brat we have to take kicking and screaming.”

What choice did you have? They had you pinned in a corner, like a mouse caught by two feral cats who were just a bit too hungry to have any kind of patience to play games.

“I-I understand.” You swallowed, nodding in Keigo’s palm.

“Really now.” Touya drawled out, taking Keigo’s spot in the doorway. It was apparent they didn't want you to bolt on them. “I’m not convinced. You gotta prove yourself to us first, little girl.”

The bare mattress creaked under his weight as he took a seat in your room, legs spread as he motioned you towards him with his finger. Keigo, although reluctantly, let go of your face and locked both doors as he took a seat in the corner, seemingly content to watch the display.

A throaty chuckle left the man as you stood in front of him.

“Strip.”

The command left you shivering under his predatory gaze, a low whistle coming from his mouth as he fucked you with his eyes.

“Kei, put on some music.”

“Yes, sir.” He purred, using his phone for tunes and snatching yours from your purse before pocketing it in his jacket. Girls, Girls, Girls by Mötley Crüe filled the walls of your dorm, both men gratified by watching your little dance for them.

First went your shirt, tossed off onto the floor as your face flushed with shame. Tears welled in your eyes before you screwed them shut while swaying to the music.

“Hey! Eyes open and on me, little girl.” Touya snapped, spanking the side of your ass as punishment. You hiccuped, sucking in a breath to hold back the tears. The stress of the situation weighed you down, bursting you at the seams as you openly sobbed while removing your bra. Music blaring and laughs all around from Touya; you looked to Keigo for help; he always seemed to be on your side. Head thrown back against the wall, he jerked himself to the sound of your cries, winking and whistling as you looked back at him.

“Hurry it up; you're not very good at dancing, doll. You're stiff as a board.”

“She’s not the only one who's stiff.”

Cackles and guffaws filled the room, piercing your ears to the point where you thought you would go deaf at the next sound of their voices. Mindlessly, your clothes were haphazardly thrown off before you crumpled into a ball on the floor, shaking and sobbing.

“Aww, is baby having a bad day? Come to daddy.”

Touya helped you up off the floor before placing your bare cunt atop his left boot. “Why don't you relieve some stress, huh?”

The boot jerked under you, pressing up against your clit as you yelped. Getting the memo, you started to grind your hips down against his boot. Your cries quelled as you rocked your hips into a steady rhythm, biting your lip when you felt pleasure began to pool in your gut. How depraved were you? Getting off on your bully's boot while the other one got off to watching you. It was enough to make you sick, forcing you to cling to Touya’s thigh and rest your forehead there. A collection of moans and classic rock music blared in your room, bouncing off the walls so loudly that it made you even hazier.

As much as you wanted to deny it, the man had a point. You might as well submit and let yourself feel good; there's no getting out of it. Gasps and moans left your drooling mouth as you ground your hips on the tip of his boot with enthusiasm, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure slowly crescendoing in your core.

“Atta, girl.” Touya growled, gripping your hair from the scalp as he made eye contact with you. “Look at when you cum.”

Incoherent responses left your lips as you began to cry again, only that it was from pleasure this time. He continued to sustain eye contact as he fisted his cock, letting go of your hair in lieu of sticking his fingers in your mouth and choking you with them. Warbled cries fell onto his fingers as your hips increased in speed, thighs sputtering and shaking as you came close to creaming yourself on his boot.

“Cum on my boot, slut.”

His cock was aimed at your open mouth as you grunted and moaned, eyes cloudy as they rolled back into your bed. You came with a cry, squirting all over his patent-leather boot as your body shook with the sheer force of your orgasm.

Touya was not too far behind you, moaning your name as he shot his seed into your waiting mouth, covering your nose after finishing.

Like the obedient whore they needed you to be, you swallowed. His foot kicked up into you, knocking you off his leg.

“Disgusting. Clean up your mess, bitch.”

Nodding, a small whimper left your mouth as you began to lick your juices off his boot. Kitten licks and long strokes alike made their way around the leather, whining when he would shove his foot roughly in your face at times.

“Y’know, I’m still not convinced, sweetheart,” Keigo called out from behind you, taking a fist full of hair in his clutch as he pulled you up from the floor. “Beg for my forgiveness, and I’ll know you’re not trying to run a game on us.”

With a still tight reign on your hair, he threw you to the bed face down, ass up while discarding his own clothes. A harsh spank thwacked on your ass as he gripped the reddening flesh right after.

“Damn this ass is gonna be the death of me. Ain't that right, Touya?”

“Sure is; it's all she's good for.”

Neither of them really meant those nasty things they spewed at you, but it just felt too good at the moment to pass up seeing you cry. The sooner you learn that submission is the way to their hearts, the easier you'll have it. Sure, you were a whore, but you were their whore.

“Hope this pussy’s ready for a pounding cause Daddy is coming in.” He chuckled, groaning as he sank his length into your tight, unprepared vice. Whimpering and squirming beneath him, you attempted to grip the bare mattress for purchase as you felt the sting and stretch of his cock thrusting inside you. The pain wasn't terrible, but it was still there. You wiggled your hips, hoping to get some friction before another spank was administered.

“I haven't heard any begging yet.”

“P-Please fuck me, Keigo.”

“That’s not what I’m looking for, sweetheart.”

Oh? Oh.

“Please let me be your girlfriend! Please, I need to be yours; I need you!”

A slew of curses flew out of him as he pinned your hips down, thrusting deep and slow inside you. The pace was agonizingly slow as you tried to move your hips.

“Please, please, please!” you babbled. “Keigo, Touya. Let me be your girlfriend; let me be your obedient whore. I need to be yours!”

Humiliation hardly fazed you anymore as you let yourself, babbling and crying out begs and pleas for your two bullies.

Keigo happily increased his thrusts, pounding into you as a man possessed. Growls and snarls spat from his mouth as he savored the way your tight pussy fluttered around his painfully hard cock.

“Such a good girl for us, good girl.” The blonde moaned, pressing a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck. He lapped at the sweat there, leaving bite marks and blood for you to find later.

Your moans and cries were music to their ears, the most hypnotic melody they had ever heard. Touya stroked himself off in the corner, pleased with your earlier performance and giving his partner space to hit the nail into the coffin.

You, on the other hand, were being fucked out of your mind as Keigo dicked you down good. Good enough to make you forget your worries, your troubles, your life ripping apart at the seams for even just a moment. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled your senses as you felt the pleasure come at you full speed.

“T-Tell me you love me, that you love us.”

“Oh, someone’s feeling bold, birdie.”

Strings of “I love you”s flowed freely from your mouth as you chased your high, wanting to feel pure and utter relief, albeit it is just for a moment.

You came with a cry, spasming on his cock as he came deep inside you. A bright, white sensation filled your senses as you grasped onto your clarity for as long as you, not wanting to come down from your high.

Toned arms rested on either side of you before enveloping you in a warm hug.

“Good job, princess.”

A sweet whisper filled your ears before a kiss was placed on your cheek. Silence fell over the room, save for all of your panting and breathing. In your post-orgasm clarity, you couldn't help but realize something.

Wasn't Touya’s father dean of the school?

[dandelionflower]

She tours alone

Marinette had gone to sleep right after finding a hidden path back to the manor, thank you, Culpa the kitty, and woke up feeling refreshed. Since today they were going to be touring the ballrooms, she elected to wear her ‘composers outfit,’ inspired by Nickolas Lafin, an incredible musician who lived in the manor.

Nickolas was primarily a conductor, but he often composed his own symphonies and gavots as well. Despite his incredible work, Lafin wasn’t much of a prominent character in the manor’s history and instead was reported to mainly follow his girlfriend, Anya, around. After Anya drowned, it was said that Nickolas spent all of his free time in the attic, until eventually, the boxes and trunks fell on top of him and killed him instantly.

Marinette had on a long blue coat with black and white music notes dotted along the bottom. Her shirt was crisp and black, matching her pants perfectly. She also had on a pair of rectangular earrings and red bowtie that matched Nickolas’ favorite.

After a quick breakfast where Marinette checked in on Allegra again, Grace picked them up to check out the ballroom. Adrien sidled up to her with his earnest smile and the two walked hand-in-hand next to Alya and Nino.

“Alya seems a bit shaken, is she okay?”

“She’s okay, just had an allergic reaction to the ice cream she got.”

Marinette looked at Alya again. She was leaning heavily into Nino’s side and was giving wary glares at any cup or water container she saw. She’d have to make sure she didn’t get dehydrated.

“...and here is the grand ballroom!” Grace pushed open the doors with a grin. “It’s a bit dusty since we haven’t exactly been hosting any parties lately, but with a little elbow grease it’ll be spectacular!”

Marinette looked at the dark, dusty room. Thick curtains covered the windows, but it allowed for a small sliver of light to illuminate the flecks dancing from the ceiling to the floor. Even in the faint lighting, she could tell that it was beautiful; all pastels and silvers and golds.

“What a dump.” Lila commented to Alix and Kim beside her. “Prince Ali’s ballroom is much better than this waste.”

“Actually,” Grace’s wide smile sharpened into something vengeful, “even in its current state, the Culpa ballroom is still considered one of the most lavish ballrooms in the world. Prince Ali’s ballroom isn’t even ranking.”

“I- ah well, it must have been remodeled since the last ranking.” Lila floundered, and after she looked at Adrien’s sympathetic face, Marinete almost felt bad for her.

Grace was looking casually at her phone. “Seems that the last ranking happened just a few days ago. That would have been when you were in Paris, correct?”

Almost.

“I guess I must have forgotten which ballroom I was thinking of.” Lila shrugged. “There’s been so many.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Grace mumbled with shrewd eyes. She perked back up. “Anyway! I was thinking, as your project for your visit, you can produce a replica of the infamous Ross ball. We can have people working with flowers, costumes, music, and guests.”

The class murmured their agreement already turning to their friends and discussing what they wanted to wear.

“Ooh! Can I wear a suit?” Rose bounced on her toes, hand waving.

“Of course! We have dozens of old clothes that could easily be refitted for you and everyone else! We just need a-”

“Designer!” Nino shouted, pointing down at Marinette’s head (tall people, disgusting). “We’ve got one right here!”

“Great!” Grace didn’t seem surprised at all, even though a teenage designer isn’t someone you meet every day. “Your main job will be refitting and redesigning all the costumes for your friends. That sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great!” Rose’s suit would of course need to be a pink, but a faint floral print on it too would look beautiful. Making it period accurate would be tricky, but the internet had all kinds of references for suits and dresses.

“We’ll need people for all the other tasks I mentioned, but for now just look around the room and check out the closets for anything you may need for the ball.”

The four of them immediately gravitated to the closets at Alya’s behest and Adrien’s adventurous spirit. There were instruments of all kinds and colors; it was like a sculpture and Marinette felt all kinds of inspiration welling up in her.

“Not much in this room.” Alya remarked. “Let’s check the next.”

“I used to really like music.” Adrien said as he followed Nino and Alya out the door. “Still do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Marinette stayed behind, pulling out her phone to take a few pictures. A rustle from behind the cello caught her eye, and she glanced back at the open door. Another rustle, and she committed to it, stepping forwards to investigate.

“Meow.” Culpa was sitting prim on top of a drum. He was looking at the ground then at her like he just noticed another being was in the room.

“Culpa!” Her hands reached out to rub the cat’s ears, fingers vibrating with the feline’s contented purrs. “Hey, kitty. What’re you doing in here?”

Culpa offered no answer aside from leaning further into her hand and purring louder. She’d take it. After a few minutes more of petting, Culpa batted her hand away and moved towards the very back of the room, tucking into a thin passage she hadn’t noticed in the dark. When he realized there wasn’t a presence behind him, he turned around and mewled for her attention.

“Right, right. Coming.” She slipped her phone in her pocket and slipped into the passageway, which was just wide enough for her to stand comfortably in.

She followed Culpa’s flashing blue eyes through the tunnel until she stepped into a wider, well-lit hallway. Unlike the closet or the ballroom, the hall was absolutely pristine. Both of the walls were decorated with portraits, and Marinette took her time inspecting each one.

It was the Culpa family. Each one through the ages until it ended with the image Culpa showed the most attention to; Felix, eyes cold, unseeing on the canvas. Right next to it was a small framed photograph in black and white; Bridgette and Felix, laughing while leaning against each other.

She lifted the picture and smiled down at it. It was much better than the painting; it showed much more emotion. And that dress! Marinette could totally design a dress like that. It would look beautiful in pink.

“It’s a nice picture, isn’t it?” Allegra was standing in a doorway a bit behind her. She hadn’t noticed her come in.

“Yeah, they both look so… so happy. Why wasn’t this room a part of the tour?”

“We didn’t want people touching this part of the manor’s history.” She shrugged, walking forwards. “It just seemed right to keep it separate from the rest of it all.”

“Yeah, I get it.” This place seemed- sacred, in a way. She followed Allegra out of the hall and watched her lock the door.

“How’d you get in there anyway?”

“Oh, I found this cat and he led me through some passageway in the back of a closet.” She pointed over her shoulder to Culpa who… wasn’t there. “And he’s gone. That’s weird.”

“A passageway, huh? That’s cool.”

“I thought so too. Probably wasn’t the smartest idea to just go through it without telling anyone though, huh?”

“Probably not.” Allegra agreed

They walked a while longer before they were back at the ballroom. Alya and Nino were talking near one of the back doors that lead to the closets and looked up just as she walked in.

“Girl! Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over, come on! Adrien’s playing the piano.” Alya grabbed her and dragged her through the hall of closets. When she passed the one with the instruments, she glanced in, trying to catch a glance of the passage to show Alya.

She didn’t see anything at all.

.......

The rest

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(1) satan has been feeling a bit down lately because he really wants a cat but he knows that lucifer won't allow the cat inside. mc knows how satan feels about cats so as a christmas present they take him to volunteer in an animal shelter and more specifically one that's for cats.

The Purrfect Gift *HOLIDAY SPECIAL*

Satan x gn!MC Fluff

Word Count: 1517~

Summary: Knowing Lucifer would never allow them to bring a cat into the house, MC decides to bring Satan to an animal rescue shelter to keep the kittens’ company on the cold winter holiday, and despite entering the shelter with only two House of Lamentation residents, they leave with three.

“Please, Lucifer! I just know he’d love it and he’s a grown-up he’s responsible enough to have at LEAST one-”

“MC, for the last time, the way Satan’s mind works is if he is allowed to have one cat he’s allowed to have twelve more. It happens every time I’ve ever said yes to giving him a cat.” The first-born shakes his head and MC can see the vein on his forehead popping out from frustration. 

“Well, what the hell else could I get him?! He’s got every book anybody could ever want, he has all the detective movies and games I’ve ever seen, he just doesn’t exactly give me very many options…” MC rants, muttering towards the end. 

“Just take him to a cat café or animal shelter or something. I really couldn’t care less, MC,” Lucifer growls, a dark aura of frustration and annoyance surrounding him as he scribbles his signature onto papers with more and more aggression by the second.

“AN ANIMAL SHELTER! THAT’S PERFECT!” MC jumps and gives Lucifer a hug, making his annoyance only grow as he yells not to touch him while they skip off into the hallway. 

- 

“C’mon! C’mon! You walk so slow, Satan,” MC tugs his sleeve like a child, making him sigh loudly.

“MC, not to be rude, but as much as I’d like to get there quickly, you have me blindfolded and walking down an icy sidewalk, if I move any faster I have no doubt I will fa-ALL” Satan explains, slipping on a patch of ice at the end of his sentence. 

“Woah, careful, Satan, you have to watch your step,” MC snickers, watching his eyebrow twitch, indicating his eye had twitched along with it in annoyance. MC raises their head and looks up at the sign of the small building.

“We’re here!” MC sings letting go of their boyfriend’s hand and walking behind him to untie the blindfold. “Ta-da! We get to keep the kitties company on Christmas!”

Satan’s initial annoyance of the blindfold removal exposing him to the bright sun was quickly wiped away by the scene before him. MC opens the front door, the bell jingling above them as they step inside. 

MC takes the blond’s hand and rushes to the room of cats.

“Hey kitties!” MC falls to their knees almost instantly, petting the cats that had come to see them. They look up at Satan and see his eyes sparkling as Cats pour out of cages and small hiding spots, making their way towards the pair.

“Hey Satan, they seem like they like you,” MC points out, giggling as Satan crouches next to them and lets cats crawl all over him.

“I’ve never known why, but all felines have always been so drawn to me, which is lucky considering I like them so much,” Satan softly smiles. “And I mean felines both big and small. One time Mammon won a tiger while gambling, and when he brought it in the house it tackled me and purred while nuzzling me. It was the best moment of my life.”

MC and Satan play with the cats for hours, both feeling a bit guilty that these cats had no home for the cold holiday. 

While he was playing with an older cat, he heard a soft and broken meow accompanied by some soft thumping and dragging sounds. He turns around and sees a small, white kitten with only three legs attempting to reach him, but being pushed over by the numerous other cats trying to capture the demon’s attention.

Satan reaches over and picks her up, holding her and bringing her to an area of the room further from MC and the other cats.

“Hey there little girlie,” he says softly, petting the kitten gently and enjoying the vibrations of its purr. Satan plays around with the kitten and feeds it some treats before he hears the soft voice of a human, “we should probably, head home now,” MC comes towards him, only to be met with a big pout and puppy dog eyes. “No no no no NO! Lucifer made it very clear! I am not to bring home any furry friends, no matter how cute and fuzzy and lonely, and FUCK IT LETS BRING HER HOME,” MC gives into his pouting and watches it turn into a big smile. 

The Avatar of wrath picks up the amputated kitten, baby talking to it the entire way to the front desk.

After some paperwork and purchasing of some essential cat stuff, MC and Satan head back to the House of Lamentation, stopping outside the front gate to make their game plan.

“So, put all of this stuff into your bag, and I’ll hold the kitten under my coat.”

MC stuffs the cat food into their backpack, alongside a few small toys they had bought. Satan unzips his coat and places the cat underneath the clothing, holding it tightly to his chest by crossing his arms underneath it to keep it up. “Be quiet kitty, okay?” He presses a finger to his lips and smiles down at the kitty.

They quickly walk towards the front door, opening it quietly and closing it softly behind them. Footsteps come down the hall, both MC and Satan giving each other a worried glance, knowing exactly who was approaching.

“MC, Satan. How was the animal shelter?” Lucifer asks with no sign of emotion. 

“It was nice! I had no idea felines would be as attracted to him as he is to them.” MC giggles. Wow, they’re good at hiding things. I wonder what kind of things they did in the human world to get so good at this, Satan thinks to himself, a bit concerned about their lying skills.

“Yes. It was like a dream, having so many cats around on such a nice holiday,” Satan adds on with a mischievous smirk, “much better than any present you’ve gotten me in the past.”

“Good. Be sure to wash those clothes and shower off all the cat hair. You reek of felines,” Lucifer snarls as he walks away, obviously suspicious of the intense cat smell that his demon nose could easily pick up.

MC and Satan quickly rush to his room, going to the furthest corner to set up their new daughter and her toys. 

They both watch the cat hobble around, sniffing the room and exploring as they whisper to each other. “She needs a name.” 

“How about, MC JR.,” MC says confidently.

“No, she doesn’t seem like an MC, if she were an MC she’d be getting nearly killed every five minutes, yet so far there have been no fatal incidents,” Satan states, earning a big punch to the shoulder from the human.

“Okay fine, you come up with one, then!” MC looks at Satan with a playful glare.

“Fine. How about Icy, y’know since it was so icy today,” Satan suggests, earning a loud purr from the kitten in question.

“I think she likes it. Do you like being called Icy?” MC coos at Icy, receiving another purr followed by a happy meow.

“Who likes being called Icy?” a chilling voice says from behind the couple. 

“Our daughter,” MC smiles, holding the kitten up to Lucifer, showing its cuteness to the annoyed man looming above them. 

“I specifically told you that-” Seeing Satan’s disappointed face for even half a second gave MC the balls to stand up against Lucifer.

“NO! Satan is a grown man, and even if you’re the oldest brother and choose to look down on everyone I will NOT let you ruin this Christmas for him! I got him a cat! You will allow him to keep this cat unless you want me to give a bad essay on my time in the Devildom and go to Lord Diavolo about all of this and your stuck up attitude and pride that have no place interfering with the happiness of your brothers!” As MC finishes they notice Lucifer is in demon form, seconds away from attacking them, they flinch before their lover appears before them, gripping Lucifer’s wrist and preventing him from getting to them. 

MC hears hissing from the ground and sees that even Icy is trying to stand up for her new parents. 

MC takes to caring for the distressed kitten as the two men argued. They hear Lucifer give in and storm out before Satan dives down to where MC and the kitten lay, squeezing both of them tightly and lovingly.

“Fuck Lucifer,” MC grumbles making Satan laugh. 

“Not literally, but yes fuck Lucifer.”

The rest of the night is spent petting and holding both MC and Icy as he truly feels serenity for the first time in centuries. 

“I love you, both,” Satan mumbles, falling asleep and kissing both MC and Icy on the forehead.

“I wuv u too!” MC fakes a voice for Icy making Satan sleepily laugh before he dozes off.

“But I love you the most, Merry Christmas, Satan.” MC places a soft kiss on his cheek before falling asleep holding one tiny kitten and Satan one very large kitten.

[cakejots]

soft voices, warm hands, and a piece of me

Heya @overworkedunderwhelmed ! This is my fluffy gift to you as part of the Adrien Protection Squad Secret Santa gift exchange, Merry Christmas Eve and Happy Holidays! 😁

Grand presents, outings, and meals? No. Adrien just wants to spend his birthday with Marinette in the simplest way possible.

Rating: T, Words: 4249, Chapters: 1/1

Read on AO3

Adrien stirred as his phone on the bedside table rang to signal the start of his day. Though he was a light sleeper, he abhorred the sound of the alarm blaring in the background. With closed eyes, his hand reached towards it, only to find himself unable to stretch any further as Marinette was snuggled up against him.

The Chat Noir onesie she had donned since last night made it nearly impossible for him to leave her alone. And though she didn’t resemble a kitten now—the hood of that onesie had fallen to reveal her dark hair—Adrien still wanted to continue cuddling with her, but not with that irritating sound ringing right beside them.

He tried again, this time lifting himself off the bed to reach for his phone, but Marinette, despite being of a smaller build, pulled him back down into the bed with ease.

“Don’t… go,” she circled her arms around him tightly.

Adrien laughed and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her nose. “I’m not going anywhere, Buguinette. Just turning off the annoying sound so that my ears don’t bleed.”

“Wha… sound?” her voice getting thick with sleep again.

Marinette was too cute for her own good, Adrien thought. She could hear him loud and clear but not that unpleasant sound just beside her. He pulled her flush against his chest and got up with her in his arms. He managed to turn off the alarm before sinking back into the bed again, his back on the bed and her on top of him.

His fingers brushed through her hair, leaving light touches on her cheek, neck, and back before repeating the gesture all over again. As he was doing so, he planted a few kisses on her forehead before hugging her close.

“Marinette,” giving a forehead kiss once more, “it pains me to do this, but it’s time to wake up if you want to finish doing everything we’ve planned for today.”

“5 more minutes…” Marinette buried herself deeper into his neck.

Adrien chuckled and let her rest for a few moments more. He threaded his fingers through her hair again and pressed his lips anywhere they could reach. Her hair, her hand, her cheek, her face, he showered them all with kisses.

Marinette shifted slightly from her position, and she lifted her head from his neck. She gazed at his pretty face and smiled warmly, her hand cupping his face as she kissed his forehead.

“Happy Birthday, mon Chaton,” she grinned and continued peppering kisses on his face.

Adrien beamed and pulled her in, intending to give her a long and loving kiss, but Marinette pulled away soon after, brows creased. “Birthday privileges do not include kissing with morning breath, Adrien.”

He smiled teasingly. “Yes, it does. And as I was about to say before you so rudely pulled away and interrupted me,” he booped her cute button nose. “Thank you, my Lady. Your wishes fill my heart so full that I’m content with just staying in bed with you for the rest of the day.”

A glint flashed across her eyes. “My thoughts exactly.”

The corner of his lips twitched. He took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “Buguinette,” Adrien hinted, the teasing from before had dwindled.

“Sounds really good, no? Let’s just cuddle in bed!” she said with a sly smirk on her face.

His smile started to falter. “Marinette!” he whined.

She giggled and circled her arms around his neck. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” she kissed his cheek, “I know how much you were looking forward to this day.”

Marinette pushed herself off of Adrien and laced their fingers together, squeezing them and pulling him out of bed. “Let’s go!”

“Adrien,” Marinette tugged their joined hands towards another direction, “the baking stuff is this way.” He had stopped suddenly en route to their destination, causing her to almost fall backwards with just how rooted he was to the floor.

“I know, I know. But let’s look at these first!” He pulled her towards the Fruits section of the supermarket, eyes sparkling as he spotted his favourite fruit sitting on the shelves in all its glory.

Marinette followed close behind, unsure why he’s heading over to the Fruits section out of all places.

Adrien was still beaming when he stopped in front of the shelves, and it was only when Marinette looked at the fruit did she understand why he practically dragged her here. She was so caught up and stressed about deciding what she wanted to make with him that she had forgotten all about incorporating his favourite flavour into the cake.

Marinette mentally smacked herself.

Adrien had placed a few passion fruits into the basket and rubbed his neck. “Been a while since we had them, I hope you don’t mind?”

What a horrible girlfriend she was.

“No, of course not, sweetie,” her smile was strained and she quickly turned and walked towards the bakery goods section, pulling him along. Her mind was racing through all the years of baking experience she had had, recalling to see if it was possible to have the cake passion fruit flavoured somehow.

She found something.

“Is everything alright, Marinette?”

She whipped around, anxious eyes met worried ones. “Yes, everything’s fine, it’s your birthday, the most joyous day on earth! Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Your whole demeanour changed after seeing the passion fruits.” He held both of her hands in his and caressed them, his perfect brows knitted together. “Should I return them?”

“No!” she cried, albeit a little too loudly with the number of people frowning at her. She hastily moved them from the centre of the aisle to a more secluded part of the supermarket. “I mean, no. Please don’t. We haven’t had them in a while, they’re perfect!”

“Then why—”

“Mon amour, please don’t worry about it.” Her hands cupped his cheeks, itching to stretch them to make him smile again. “It’s just a minor hiccup on my part.”

Adrien tilted his head, and Marinette was debating whether to tell the truth or not. He looked so cute she just wanted to kiss the living daylights out of him and make him forget about the whole turmoil she had just unwillingly created.

But in the end, her desire to remove that look on his face won out and she inhaled deeply, preparing herself for the possible embarrassment she might face once he’s in the know.

“I… you know how we’re going to bake your birthday cake together right?”

Marinette had angled her eyes away, and she felt a nod in her hands.

“So I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and finally had the type of cake in mind to bake together with you! But… the flavour of the cake didn’t cross my mind so seeing them made me panic a little there.”

Maybe moving to such a quiet place wasn’t the best idea. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. Was that even enough of a reason she could use? It sounded so much like an excuse. Forget about the embarrassment, Adrien’s silence was killing her.

She shut her eyes and blurted out, “It’s a super versatile cake! That’s why I didn’t think much about the flavours when I picked it. I’m really sorry, mon Chaton, please forg—”

Marinette couldn’t finish her sentence as she was suddenly squealing.

“Adrien! Wha— Oh my god! Adrien!”

He lifted her into the air and spun around in circles without a care in the world.

Marinette was clutching his hair tightly. “Adrien, baby, that’s enough. I’m gonna puke if you don’t stop now.”

And that was enough to get him to put her down.

She hit his right arm lightly, “I moved us to the corner of the supermarket to reduce the attention on us, not gain more with that stunt you pulled!” A few eyes were scowling at them as they walked past.

He still had the audacity to laugh. Marinette gritted her teeth; she was right about the embarrassment.

“Aww Buguinette, you’re adorable,” he said as he gently poked her cheeks. It was flooded with a rosy tint and he knew it was due to her being more flustered than angry.

Adrien cupped her cheeks, feeling the heat beneath her skin, and brought his lips to her forehead. “As you’ve said earlier, we’re going to bake the cake together. Even if the flavours aren’t my favourite, that’s okay.”

“But it’s your birthday,” she looked so disappointed in herself.

He placed both hands on her shoulders and gazed straight into her eyes, just like the many times he’d done to get her to believe in herself again in battle. “Marinette. Spending time with you is all that I ask for.”

Adrien really, really liked just being around his belle. And if he was being honest, he wouldn’t mind staying in bed the whole day with her either. But he remembered how persistent she was in doing something meaningful together that he couldn’t deny her of that.

“All that matters is that you’re here with me,” he rubbed his nose against hers, “and that we’re doing things together. I’m really enjoying myself right now, it’s indeed the most joyous day on earth!”

“You’re just saying that cause I’m a blushing mess now.” She directed her attention to the rice bags on her left and pouted.

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him and kissing her temple.

“Now let’s go on an adventure!” Adrien declared, softly enough only for their ears, as they ambled towards the Bakery section.

Adrien waited for them to arrive home before popping the question that’s been bugging him since they left the supermarket.

“My Lady,” he eyed the pile on the table quizzingly, “are we in need of replenishing our stocks?”

“No, not really. We’ll be using them all today.”

His brows raised. “I didn’t know a cake needed that many ingredients.”

“Who said we’re only doing one?”

He twisted his head towards hers, mouth wide open. Her back was facing him as she was getting the utensils needed for the cakes.

“Alright Buttercup, so right now, we’ll be doing—”

“Is there enough time?!”

Marinette's eyes widened at his sudden outburst, and then she giggled, covering her mouth with a piece of paper that he could only assume contained the recipes for the cakes. “Of course there is! It’s not even afternoon yet! Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

Then Marinette covered her face with both her hands. “Oh god, it’s not even afternoon yet, and I’ve already made you worry twice on your birthday. I’m such a disastrous girlfriend.”

Adrien approached her and pried her hands away. “And I still love you all the same. Besides, sometimes I’m a disaster too,” a mischievous smile attached itself onto his face, “we can be known as the disaster couple.”

Marinette snorted, “Come on, Minou.” She led him to the kitchen counter, “Let me share with you what we’ll be doing for the rest of the afternoon before our friends come later tonight.”

She pushed the paper towards him, her forefinger tracing down the list. “So, the 2 cakes we’ll be making are Gâteau au yaourt and Quatre-Quarts. The yoghurt cake was the one I initially decided to make with you, since it’s simple and practically all children in France learnt how to make it fairly early on. But since your father’s a prick, you might not have experienced making it personally, so I want to be part of your first!”

Well, Marinette was spot on. Adrien had never made yoghurt cake—any cake for that matter—in his life and was eager to learn. He was also more than willing to have her be a part of his first. In fact, he wanted her to be a part of all the other firsts he was going to experience from now on.

“And I couldn’t find any passion fruit yoghurt in the supermarket just now, so that wouldn’t be passion fruit flavoured,” she scratched the side of her cheeks bashfully. “And that’s where Quatre-Quarts comes in. We will be making a passion fruit glaze to…”

He wasn’t paying attention to the piece of paper anymore, he was fixated on her face. Her pink cheeks, the ones that he knew he’d be able to make them flush red as soon as he praised her. Her pretty blue-bell eyes, ones that he’d seen held so much determination it scared him sometimes, and ones that he could get lost in whenever he stared into them. And the overwhelming kindness that reflected in them, he didn’t know what exactly he did to deserve so much of that sweet quality.

Adrien was floored, really. He had said he didn’t mind having his birthday cake in a flavour that wasn’t his favourite, but she still managed to think of something in such a short period of time to make sure he had a satisfied belly. Marinette was an exceptional baker, no doubt, but she didn’t have to put in the extra effort to appease his cravings. Having the fruit itself was more than enough.

He had thought that his admiration for her had already peaked, but he was wrong, it can go even higher. And he did not doubt that it would continue to grow as long as he was with her, which made him really happy because it meant that he’d be able to shower her with even more affection.

Adrien leaned in and captured her lips, pouring in as much adoration and love as physically possible into the kiss. She needed to know all the emotions she made him feel, but most importantly, how elated he felt whenever he was with her.

Marinette was caught off guard, but moved against his lips when she felt a hand brush against her neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation, registering the appreciation, passion, devotion, and all other emotions he was sending her way, and she wasn’t going to stop the kiss until he did. Kissing Adrien was always a pleasurable experience for her.

When he pulled back, he touched his forehead against hers and kissed her nose. “Thank you, so so much, mon amour.”

Marinette flashed him a heart-stopping smile, as if he needed more reminders of just how lucky he was to have her. “You’re welcome, mon Chaton.”

She threaded her fingers through his hair. “Well, as much as I would like to continue kissing you, we have work to do. We can always kiss again after we’re done,” she added when she saw his pout.

“So tell me, Adrien, what was the last thing you heard from me?” her mouth curved into a smile.

“Uh— I— I only know that we’ll be making Gâteau au yaourt and Quatre-Quarts?” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

The sound that soon reached his ears made his heart flutter. Her laughter was intoxicating.

“I don’t know whether to be mad or pleased with you. On one hand, my explanation had just fallen on deaf ears. On the other,” she grinned, “I didn't know I had that much power over you.”

Yep, there she was. Savage Marinette had taken over and was ready to slaughter him. Adrien’s cheeks felt as though they were burning and he’s pretty sure she’s enjoying the sight.

She kissed his cheek. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing you, for now. Let’s get back to it!”

“Yeah! I’m ready to learn!” And a giggle was his reply.

“So as I was saying,” she read the paper before shifting it back to him again, “we’ll be making passion fruit glaze for the Quatre-Quarts. It’s basically a smooth and shiny cover on top of the cake. It’s pretty hard to incorporate the purée or juice into a cake which normally doesn't have liquid ingredients.”

Adrien nodded, that made perfect sense.

“These 2 cakes are really easy to make, so don’t worry about them! I’ll guide you along the way.”

His face twinkled. Marinette as his pastry chef teacher, how wonderful!

“We will also be making passion fruit curd to go with the plain yoghurt cake, and it’s the first thing we’ll be making since it needs to be refrigerated.”

“And the glaze and curd are easy to make too?” Well, with Marinette by his side, he had no doubt it would be, but some extra assurance wouldn’t hurt.

“You bet! So let’s get started now!”

Adrien was using a spoon and a sieve to separate the passion fruit seeds from the juice, letting it fall into a mixing bowl when Marinette placed a pot of simmering water beside him.

“Okay, now pour in the sugar and the egg yolks.”

Adrien gawked at her, “E—Everything?!”

“Sinful, isn’t it? But no worries, it’s not like you’re going to eat everything yourself, right?” she smiled, but he could see a hint of a smirk in it. Her eyes were also giving him a knowing look, as though she knew exactly what he was planning to do.

“O—Of course not,” he forced out a laugh to hide his shame. He proceeded to pour everything into the mixing bowl.

“Now mix it until it's smooth.” Adrien tried to mix them the best he could.

“Chaton, you’re doing great,” she lightly tapped his eyebrows with several fingers, as if to make the furrows go away, “don’t worry about it.”

Once she saw that the mixture was smooth, she placed the bowl over the pot. Marinette replaced the baking spatula in his hands with a whisk and asked him to keep whisking. “Now we just have to make sure it’s cooked nice and thick. I’ll let you know once it’s done.”

“Alright.”

Adrien couldn’t tell exactly what had changed, as he hadn’t removed his eyes from it, but he saw that there were practically no bubbles left after his constant whisking.

“Perfectly done!” She removed the bowl from the pot and brought over the plate of unsalted butter. “You can see that the mixture had coated the bowl, and the colour had changed to a paler yellow.”

He nodded, grateful for her explanation. “And now we add the butter and continue what I’ve been doing until they are melted?” Adrien grimaced at the amount of butter present on the plate.

Marinette agreed eagerly. “Yep!”

His hands continued what they had been doing all along, while his eyes glimpsed at the clock. Adrien was surprised at how little time had passed; it was just a little over noon.

“Et voilà !” Her voice brought his attention back to the mixing bowl. “We’re done! Now, to cover this and put it in the fridge, and we can move on to the next item on the list.”

“That was so fast!”

She dipped a finger at the side of the bowl to have a taste test. “Um-hum, and you’re a natural at this, Adrien, it’s delicious!”

Adrien was glad that he didn’t disappoint, but he almost felt bad for demolishing her approval so soon with what he was about to do next. Keyword almost.

“Thank you, my Lady. But isn’t that hot?”

“Not really, why?”

“Then I won’t feel guilty for doing this.”

“Doi—”

Adrien grabbed her other forefinger and brought it over the bowl to dip it in, but not without a struggle as she was wrestling her hand away.

“Adri— what are you— Adrien!”

He managed to coat her finger with the passion fruit curd and went ahead and licked them off of her finger. “Mhmm, you’re right, this is delicious.”

Marinette gaped at him. He laughed as he witnessed a crimson hue dusting her cheeks. He moved past her to get a cling wrap, “What’s next on the list?”

“Come back here, you mangy cat!” she hissed.

Adrien and Marinette sat across each other quietly, cakes laid out on the kitchen counter, tired from all the baking and messing around. They probably would have completed everything much earlier if they hadn’t fooled around as much, but Adrien had fun.

He really did have a lot of fun.

Adrien regarded the cakes. The Quatre-Quarts had a shiny passion fruit glaze, and the Gâteau au yaourt had whipped cream with berries decorated on top. As simple as the cakes were, the end results were anything but. Marinette was able to effortlessly beautify them, and Adrien could only admire her craft from afar.

Then he gazed at his girlfriend’s face, to find her also staring at the cakes. Despite being covered in flour—he had laboriously applied them to her face—she still looked as beautiful as ever. Adrien would joke that he had created a piece of art, but he knew she didn’t need anything to be one.

She slowly lifted her eyes to his face, and he saw the look hardly anyone else had ever spotted on her. It was the face she made when she had a plan in mind, a lady on a mission. That smile would have seemed downright diabolic to others who didn’t know her, but Adrien knew her really well, and he was sure that she had thought of something to get back at him.

He mentally prepared himself.

“You know, you really were a handful the entire afternoon.” She leaned forward and her hands were edging closer to the cakes. “So, I deserve a reward for making sure the cakes are done just in time for your birthday party tonight.”

“So,” he drawled, “you want a piece of me?”

The hands that had been slowly crawling towards the cakes stilled. “Tell me you did not just pun.”

“I totally did, Buguinette.” And he was so proud of himself for that.

She speedily reached out to grab both cakes, but Adrien was faster and he stood with the cakes, away from her.

Marinette was also standing now and she stomped her foot. “I want a piece of those cakes now!”

Adrien gasped, “My Lady! How improper! Don’t you know you’re only supposed to eat them after the birthday boy makes his wish?”

“So, you’re saying no? To your Queen? Now that’s death.”

Adrien's eyes widened as he watched how Marinette ran towards him at a frightening speed. He fleetly made his way out of the kitchen to escape her vicious hands and save his beloved cakes. He must have looked ridiculously stupid running around the house holding 2 cakes up in the air with both hands, but he couldn’t care less. As grateful as he was to Marinette about the cakes, letting her eat the cakes before he made a wish was a big big no. He thought of his own reason for not wanting her to do so, and he shook his head at the ridiculousness of it.

Adrien ended up running back to the kitchen, despite Marinette being close behind, and swiftly placed one cake on the counter. Before she could seize the cake, Adrien halted her movements by snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss, hoping to distract her from the cakes.

She gripped his face and he yelped, quickly putting down the other cake and hugging her as tightly as possible, not allowing her to get away. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. Please forgive me, I promise I’ll be good later on. I’ll even give you my share of the cakes, just please don’t eat it now.”

Hearing him plead like that must have softened her heart as she rubbed her thumbs over the tiny red marks on his face and kissed him on the lips sweetly.

Then, her hands left his face to reach behind him.

So much for believing.

Adrien leaned forward to prevent her from getting to the cakes, and he released his lips from hers. “I won’t be able to spend the rest of my life with you if you do that!”

Marinette stopped trying to touch the cakes and snorted, laughing, “What are you even talking about?”

Adrien begged earnestly with his eyes and Marinette finally gave in, embracing him and squeezing him tightly.

“Fine, I’ll only eat them after you make your wish.” Adrien visibly relaxed, head on her shoulder, body slouching against hers.

Marinette lifted his face to have a better look. “I’m sorry for those,” she ran the back of her hand over them.

Adrien was super tempted to say those tiny grazes were nothing, because that was the truth. They had fun like this a couple of times now, but he guessed it’s enough teasing for today. They needed to prepare for the arrival of their guests anyway.

“It’s okay. Just allow some time and give me a couple of smooches and they’ll be good.”

Marinette showered kisses along his cheeks, and then smoothly nuzzled against them. “Alright, let’s go prepare for your birthday party later.”

“As My Queen wishes.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe I said that.” She covered her face in her hands, then peeked at him, “You’re never going to stop, are you?”

He grinned. “Nope, Your Majesty.”

“Adrien, I believe this was a huge success?”

He agreed. “Everyone’s having so much fun, and they loved the cakes. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

He brought his face close to hers, “Thank you so much, Marinette. I love you.”

“I loved you too. Happy birthday, Adrien.” She leaned in and sealed their lips together at one corner of their house, away from everyone else.

[fridayfirefly]

Fairest of the Fair

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Written for Maribat March Day 9 - Teen Titans

"We've got five hours until the fair closes. That's five hours of funnel cake, Ferris wheels, and rigged carnival games," announced Dick as they stepped out of the car in the parking lot of the Jump City Fair. It was a tradition for the Teen Titan team to visit the fair every year. At first, it had been an effort to humanize them to the citizens of Jump City, to show that they were more than just superheroes. Now, the reason that the team went every year was simply that it was fun.

"I can't wait to try everything." Marinette had been looking forward to the Jump City Fair all summer. It was her very first American fair, and Gar had promised that he would show her around, giving her the full fair experience.

"C'mon, I smell funnel cake." Gar grabbed Marinette's hand as they ran through the crowds.

Marinette laughed. "I was coming with you, you don't need to pull me along."

Gar let go of her hand and pouted. "We need to get there faster. Just think of all the funnel cake we're missing out on while we're standing around talking."

"We can still hurry. I just don't want to run into anyone." Marinette giggled as she followed Gar through the crowd. He wove in between the crowds of people like an expert, scampering right through the chaos of the fair crowds without disturbing a single person. Marinette found it a little more difficult - she was much less nimble than Gar, but every time she fell behind he waited for her to catch up.

"I followed the smell of funnel cake right to its source and here we are." Gar stopped in front of a food stand proclaiming itself to be All-American Funnel Cake. "This is the best cuisine America has to offer."

"Of course. Everyone knows that the greatest American delicacies are carnival food. Who needs gourmet crêpes and macaroons when you can have funnel cake and corn dogs?" joked Marinette.

"Exactly. I'll order our food, you find us a seat."

Marinette strolled through the seating area, trying to find a bench that wasn't covered in syrup and melted ice cream. When she finally found a suitably clean chair, she collapsed into it. She was already sweating from the hot August sun beating down on her, and she couldn't wait to get her hands on something to drink.

"I got the funnel cake and lemonade," said Gar as he set them down on the table.

Marinette grabbed the cup of lemonade and took a long sip of it, savoring the chill. "It's so hot out here. How do you stand it?"

Gar shrugged. "It's all part of the fair experience. It's miserably hot in the day, but it still manages to get uncomfortably chilly once the sun goes down. That's why I brought a jacket."

Marinette shook her head. "If I were wearing a jacket right now, I would probably pass out from heatstroke. Your ability to withstand extreme heat must be one of your superpowers if you aren't even sweating."

"Stop talking about me and start talking about funnel cake," Gar whinged. "You came all the way to America just to try some."

Marinette laughed. "I came all the way to America to join the Teen Titans. The funnel cake is just a bonus." Taking a generous bite of the carnival food, Marinette proclaimed, "I like it."

"Yes!" Gar cheered. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and marked something down. "Step one: have Marinette try funnel cake. Complete."

"You have a list?"

"Your first-ever fair is an important occasion. I want to make sure you didn't miss out on anything."

Marinette smiled. "That's sweet of you. So what are we doing after this."

"After this, we play the rigged carnival games. Then we ride one of the many spinning rides. Then we'll get roasted cinnamon almonds. Then we check out some of the art competitions. Last but not least, we ride the Ferris wheel as the sun sets. Then we meet up at the car with the rest of the Titans to watch the fireworks and go home after."

"That all sounds like fun to me." Marinette finished her lemonade and funnel cake, then turned to Gar. "Ready to go lose at some carnival game?"

"I was born ready." Garfield grabbed Marinette's hand and led her to the carnival game. There was a hoop toss game, a game where you popped water balloons using oversized darts, a game of knocking down coke bottles with baseballs, something vaguely resembling ski-ball.

"Which one should I pick?" asked Marinette.

"They're all varying degrees of impossible, so just pick the game with the best prizes."

Marinette scanned the rows of colorful stuffed animals until she saw the one she wanted, on a shelf beside the ski-ball tracks. "I want the green kitten," she exclaimed, pointing.

"Why?" Gar sounded amused by her enthusiasm.

"It reminds me of you," Marinette admitted.

Gar smiled. "Okay, I'll help you win. We'll win it together."

Ski-ball was harder than Marinette remembered. After twenty minutes and twenty dollars, she and Gar still hadn't managed to get all ten ski-balls into their respective holes.

"Face it, Gar, we just aren't good enough to win."

Gar shook his head. "I'm not leaving until I win you that kitten. One more set of ski-balls." He handed a five-dollar bill to the game attendant. "Do you want the first ball?"

"Sure, but this is the last time we play. I'm not letting you spend all of our food money on this ridiculously impossible game." Marinette grabbed the first four balls off of the counter and gently rolled each one of them up into the first hole, and Gar successfully rolled the next four balls - the first eight were easy. It was the ninth and tenth ball that they failed on. "I'll take nine." Marinette brought her arm back, then swung it forward and released the ninth fall. It landed perfectly into the ninth hole. "It's all on you, Gar."

He narrowed his eyes, plucking the ball off of the counter. This was the closest they had gotten to winning. He swung the ball forward, tracking the arc with his eyes until it... landed right in the final hole.

"You did it!" Marinette cheered, grabbing Gar's hand and lifting it up in the air. "Winner!"

"Here's your green cat." The game attendant handed the stuffed toy to Marinette, who clutched it against her chest.

"I love it! I'm naming him Milo and keeping him forever."

"Alright, now that you've won your first rigged carnival game, you and Milo need to pick out one of the many rides here to try it." Gar pulled a map of the fairground out of his pocket and started pointing out rides. "I recommend the Merry-Go-Round, the Tilt-A-Whirl, and the Paratrooper."

"Which one is closest?"

"The Tilt-A-Whirl is just to the left and around the corner."

Marinette grabbed Gar's hand and pulled him along. "Let's go!"

Together they ran through crowds of people, darting around people and out of the way to avoid bumping into anyone. They made it to the Tilt-A-While and rode until Marinette got so dizzy she couldn't walk in a straight line and Gar laughed so hard his face turned red. Then Gar and Marinette made their way to the Merry-Go-Round, where they rode it a couple of times. Then they met up with Dick and Kori and got more carnival snacks with their friends.

"Say cheese!" instructed Marinette as she paused to take a picture of her friends for the official Teen Titans Instagram account.

Kori grinned and pulled Dick closer to her. Gar reached for the camera in Marinette's hands. "Turn the camera around and make it a selfie."

Marinette did as instructed, moving her own head in front of the camera and grinning as she took the picture. She quickly typed a caption. Enjoying cinnamon glazed almonds (Beast Boy's favorite) and butterbeer at the fair. Hope everyone's having a great day in Jump City! "And... post!"

Marinette sat down to enjoy the snacks, Gar slipping his hand into Marinette's. "Try the cinnamon almonds first, they're delicious."

"They'd better be," teased Marinette. "You've been hyping them up all week."

"I could write poems about these almonds, they're so good. And I know I could probably get them any day of the year, but I only ever get them when we go to the fair so that they never lose their appeal."

Marinette popped a handful in her mouth and hummed in appreciation. "Oh, these are good. I'm going to have to get a recipe for these, so I can make homemade cinnamon almonds."

Gar's eyes lit up. "Homemade cinnamon almonds. That might be the best combination of words I've ever heard in my life."

Marinette playfully narrowed her eyes. "What about 'I love you.'"

Gar's eyes widened. "Um, third-best combination then. Right after when you told me, 'I love you', and when I told you, 'I love you.'"

"Good save. The execution could use some work though. I give it an eight out of ten," joked Dick.

"I'll be generous, and give it an eight point five," added Kori.

"Hey, only I get to tease him," protested Marinette as she gazed at Gar lovingly. "Now feed me more almonds."

Marinette ate another serving of almonds and drank two glasses of butterbeer before Dick and Kori decided to separate from them and find the trapeze tent. Gar got his list back out, checked off the activities they had already completed, and announced, "Now it's time for more rides. Paratroopers, here we come!"

Just a few minutes later, Marinette was pressed against Gar's side as their cart swung through the air. "This is nice," said Marinette. "The Jump City Fair gets the Ladybug stamp of approval."

"Just wait until you see the fireworks. The grand finale is amazing. You'll love it," promised Gar.

"I bet I will." Marinette rested her head on Gar's shoulder as she watched the world spin around them.

When they got off the ride, Marinette and Gar walked hand-in-hand to the art competition tents, where paintings were hanging all around the tents.

"Look at this one!" Gar pointed to a painting of the Teen Titans in action, fighting the H.I.V.E. Five in the streets of downtown Jump City. "This one has my vote!" Gar called out.

"Shush," said Marinette with a laugh. "You're biased."

"Nope. No bias here. Just pointing out what is objectively the best painting he's ever seen."

"Oh really. If you're such an impartial judge, tell me why it's objectively the best painting."

"Because you're in it, Buginette." Gar grinned at her, pointing at Ladybug in the picture, fighting Jinx with her yoyo.

Marinette laughed. "You're so cheesy."

"To be fair, you did walk right into that one," Gar defended himself as they left the art tent. "If you're going to leave yourself vulnerable to compliments, I'm going to take that opportunity to compliment you."

"Oh, look at the sunset!" exclaimed Marinette as she saw the yellow, pink, and orange sky.

Gar slipped his hand into Marinette's. "It doesn't hold a candle to you."

Marinette got onto her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're too sweet. Now let's go ride that Ferris wheel."

Gar and Marinette walked to the Ferris wheel hand in hand, getting into a car and riding it all the way to the top, where they could see the sunset reflecting off of the ocean.

"You were right, it does get cold," said Marinette with a shiver.

"Here, take mine." Gar took off his jean jacket, laying it across Marinette's shoulders.

Marinette smiled. "How about we split the coat while we're up here. We'll just have to squeeze together." Marinette pressed herself up against Gar, moving the jacket so that it draped over both of their shoulders. Sighing softly, Marinette watched Gar with a smile on her face.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Gar.

"I just don't want to forget this moment."

"I can fix that." Gar pulled his phone out of his pocket, started a video, and turned his camera around so they were both in frame. "How are you feeling, Buginette?"

Marinette kissed his cheek, then smiled for the camera. "Perfect."

"Jump City Fair is a success." Gar ended the video as the Ferris wheel started up again, moving them back down to the ground.

"Every day with you is a success."

The fireworks started as they walked back to the car, bright and colorful. Marinette slid her hand into Gar's gently rubbing circles with her thumb. She knew that he used to be scared of fireworks - still was, a little bit - as a result of his animal tendency. Gar flinched back as the boom of fireworks sounded above him.

"Focus on my voice," said Marinette. "I love you. I love you more than all the stars in the sky. I love you more than all the drops of water in the ocean. I love you forever."

Gar wrapped his arms around Marinette. "I know. I love you too."

@maribatmarch-2k21

[writersrealmbts]

All I Want for Christmas

Description: You’re ready for another Christmas at the shelter, but Taehyung has other ideas, and brings you home with him instead. You never thought you’d receive this many gifts.

“For the Christmas request, can I please request a human!Taehyung x Calico cat hybrid!fem!reader where he adopts her and brings her home on Christmas? It’d be so cute because she’d be so happy to have a home and it’d honestly be the best Christmas for both of them🥰🐈💜”

Warnings: Fluff and stuff

Posted: 12/17/2020

Tags: taehyung x reader, hybrid au, hybrid reader, calico cat!reader

1,779 words

A/N: For @kpopgirlbtssvt​

You stared out your window at the glittering, snow-covered scenery, while you played with the Christmas-bells bracelet that your secret Santa had gotten for you. You loved it. You liked the gentle sound it made instead of the harsh jangle of the bells that someone had hung on your door, a cacophony of dissonance that made your tail curl.

You winced, turning toward the door as it opened. You weren’t sure why it would be opening, you’d just returned from breakfast and it wasn’t time for activities yet.

A stranger stood in the doorway, holding papers and a small gift bag. And while he didn’t look familiar, he smelled very familiar.

The one that had been observing everyone for adoption purposes for the past two weeks.

He smiled softly at you. “Hello, y/n. My name is Taehyung. I got you a Christmas present.”

You felt excitement bubbling up within you, and you slowly moved toward him.

He met you half-way, holding out the bag.

You carefully took it, bowing slightly, then carefully pulling the gift from the bag.

It was a charm bracelet, pretty and gold and shiny and it had three charms. One was a sleigh, carefully and intricately made with a bag of presents in the back. Another was a cute, but realistic looking bear. The last were simple mark-tags, ones that displayed your basic information and your owner’s….

You slowly looked back up at him. “You’re adopting me?”

He shook his head. “I have already adopted you. I’m bringing you home. I have more presents for you at home. I hope you can accept my first gift, though,” He said, looking hopeful.

You grinned and eagerly put it on behind your jingle-bracelet, admiring it in the morning light. You were being adopted!

He laughed a bit. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” You agreed, vibrating with excitement. You were getting the best Christmas present ever! You had an owner! You were being taken to a home!

“Y/n, your things?” The shelter worker prompted.

“Oh! Right!” You bounded toward the closet and grabbed your two dresses, your socks, and your shoes, putting them into the laundry sack, then got your 2 pairs of pants and 2 sets of pajamas and 3 shirts. “Ok!”

“Pillow? Friend?”

You squeaked in alarm and raced to the bed to grab the pillow and your stuffed calico kitty that had ears and a tail exactly like yours, then hesitated, hand on the old, worn blanket that you kept carefully folded over the end of your bed.

The worker nodded, smiling softly. “It’s yours.”

You grinned again and shoved those things into the sack as well. “Ready!”

“Uh, you might want to wear some shoes instead of slippers,” Taehyung suggested gently, looking just as happy as ever. Not scolding.

You stared down at your slippers for just a minute too long before diving into the sack and grabbing your shoes.

“Relax, kitten. We’ve got time to get home, it’s not going anywhere,” Taehyung said in a soothing tone as you fumbled with the straps of your shiny, black shoes. They looked cute with your red Christmas dress with the pretty white furry lining. You didn’t care what that know-it-all tabby three doors down said, you thought the shoes were cute. And they fit you, it was rare for shoes to actually fit properly, though the shelter tried their hardest to make sure all of you had at least one pair of shoes that fit properly, outside of the slippers which were bought in the proper sizes for everyone.

“Y/n! I found the…sash….” The other hybrid peered into the room, swallowing hard. “Oh…are you….”

“I’ve been adopted, Jiyoung!” You squeaked happily, dragging your sack over to her. “What did you find?”

“The sash, to the dress,” She said eagerly, grinning in happiness for you and then whipping the white sash around your waist and tying it in a big, fancy bow behind you. “There! Now it isn’t just a sack! I will tell you again, though, it was made to be a costume.”

“It’s pretty and soft,” You argued, hugging yourself.

She kissed your cheek. “Good luck in your new home, y/n. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” You responded, voice a choked whisper. You were leaving your friends.

Someone gently took your sack of belongings from you. “Come on, y/n. Let’s go show you your new home.”

You looked back at the gentle, understanding expression on Taehyung’s face and melted a bit. “Okay.”

Jiyoung patted your arm and hurried back down the hall to the donations room where she helped out. She was one of the owner’s hybrids, so at least you knew she was loved.

“Everyone else is in the main room, they’ve been told you’ve been adopted and are waiting to say goodbye,” The shelter worker said gently, noticing your hesitation.

You nodded and took Taehyung’s offered hand, going to the main room.

And maybe you gave your jingle bracelet to the grumpy tabby from three doors down because you knew she’d been jealous of it and you wanted her to be happy and your secret santa had given you an approving smile.

You sort of bet that Taehyung might get you another if you asked really, really nicely.

Taehyung’s car was very nice, nicer than any vehicle you’d ever been in before, and he played Christmas music softly on the radio as if knowing you were nervous as well as excited.

“I understand the sleigh, because you’re adopting me on Christmas, right?” You asked, attention on the charm bracelet again.

He nodded, smiling.

“But what about the bear?”

He looked a little sheepish. “Um…well, I have this song. It’s called winter bear, so I thought after a while if you look at the bear charm you’ll think of it as part of me.”

You were purring before he even finished speaking, holding your wrist and the bracelet close to your heart while you stared out the windows at the Christmas decorations the people all bundled up.

He parked at a large apartment building, grabbing your things and offering to hold your hand again. “Anyway, I do sometimes travel for work. And I was hoping the charm might remind you of me if I’m not able to take you with me. I’m going to make sure to try and get you in every trip, because you’re my responsibility now, but there will be times even when you’re with me on a trip that you might be at the hotel while I’m working. If you can’t go with me on a trip, you’ll probably stay with my parents, and they’re really nice so I think you’ll like them and I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. And—”

“Taehyung-ah,” You whispered, trying to be respectful since you weren’t sure how he wanted you to address him yet. “It’s a little cold outside.”

He blinked at you, then his eyes widened and his eyebrows rose. “You don’t have a coat!”

You shook you head.

He hurried you into the building then ran back and grabbed the sack when you pointed it out, before punching the button to the elevator and muttering about warming you up so that you wouldn’t get sick and how he was a terrible owner.

You patted his arm. “You’re not a terrible owner, and I’m not that cold. See, I’m not shivering. We can still have a nice Christmas.”

“Right,” He breathed, sounding relieved. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, smiling up at him.

“Right, oh, and you can just call me Taehyung.”

You nodded again, smiling and blinking up at him.

He led the way down the hall once the doors opened, holding your hand again, unlocking the door to his apartment (it had a pretty wreath on it). “It isn’t much but this is home.”

You stepped in and took off your shoes, then realized you didn’t have your slippers out.

He caught your panicked looked and smiled gesturing to two pairs of slippers, one pair smaller than the others that looked adorable and comfortable. Like fairy slippers. “I got those for you. They told me your sizes so I could get you some things.”

You felt warm all over and you carefully tried on the slippers, purring at how soft they were.

He looked relieved that you liked them.

Then you saw the rest of his apartment and gaped. Not because of the Christmas tree, which really was delightfully decorated, but because it was very large. You’d seen other apartments before, for home visits before adoptions that fell through at the previous shelter you’d been in as a child. This place was…expensive.

“Wow,” You breathed.

“Like I said, it’s not much, I don’t really even have that much furniture. I just sort of moved in a couple months ago.” He rubbed his neck.

You stared at him, then at the apartment. “It’s huge. You lived here alone?”

“Oh…well…yeah. That’s also why I got you, I’m not used to living alone and the others drop by now and then and I drop by their places now and then but…it’s not the same as what I’m used to and then I saw the shelter and I just got curious and…I didn’t want to be alone anymore and you were so bright and lively that I thought…you’d help me liven the place up. Help it feel warm in here instead of empty.” He looked embarrassed.

You smiled. “I can certainly try.”

He smiled back at you. “Ready for your presents?”

“I feel bad, I don’t have presents for you,” You replied, worried.

“You being here and enjoying what I’ve gotten for you will be enough,” He reassured you, looking happy again.

You nodded and let him lead you through the apartment to a door with a ribbon stuck to it.

“This is your room, y/n,” He whispered, then opened the door.

You squeaked in surprise as you looked around the absolutely plush room. Big bed, lots of pillows and blankets, and pretty pretty furniture. Gentle colors, pretty colors. A lamp, a ceiling fan. And he had some clothes in the dresser and the closet, and some books on the shelves.

He was watching you hopefully, waiting to see if you liked it all.

Your eyes filled with tears and you raced over you hug his waist tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You breathed, locking your arms around him.

His lips pressed lightly to your temple. “Merry Christmas, y/n.”

“Merry Christmas,” You whispered back.

[bentforkent]

merry christmas, spencer reid

derek morgan x spencer reid x penelope garcia

a/n: this is a spencer-centric morceid fic. i find spencer the easiest to write, so i enjoy framing these moments through a spencer-lens...hope that's okay with y'all :)

content warnings: none! this is straight FLUFF, love, and banter baby!

word count: 2087

in which derek, penelope, and spencer are at the airport, heading to chicago for christmas

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Arrive at Airport - 6:47 AM

It’s cold. Spencer Reid is certifiably a genius, and all he knows at this moment in time is that it is cold. A fog has settled over the airport drop-off zone, wet and enveloping. Spencer thinks it might be melancholy if not for the sun just barely peeking over the horizon and Penelope’s bright pink coat bouncing around in front of him. She’s wearing enough layers that it’s difficult for her arms to move, leaving Derek and Spencer to pull their luggage from the trunk of the Uber. To compensate for her lack of involvement, she flits around the pair, pressing gentle kisses to their cheeks.

She’s moving a little too much for Spencer’s liking. It’s still early and he’s feeling quite overwhelmed. Late minute packing, bickering, and a sugary coffee before 6 in the morning will do that to you. But he loves Penelope--oh, he loves her so much--and he’s been working through this type of sensory overload response in therapy, so instead of snapping at her to calm down and please stop moving, he reaches for her hand with the one that isn’t white-knuckling a heavy suitcase.

Penelope, ever intuitive, ever loving, laces her fingers with his spindly ones and slows to a still next to him. “Oops. Sorry, lovebug,” she says, and Spencer, relaxing, kisses her flushed cheek.

“Are you excited?” She asks him.

Spencer nods rapidly, curls bouncing. It’s Spencer’s first Christmas spent with Derek and Penelope, his first time going to Chicago with them, and his first time meeting Derek’s family. He’s nervous, but so excited. Spencer watches as Derek lifts the luggage onto the curb, and finds himself wishing it wasn’t so damn cold so he could watch Derek’s muscles flex in the absence of a heavy jacket. Penelope follows Spencer’s gaze and squeezes his hand as if she can hear his thoughts and agrees.

As if on cue, Derek thanks the Uber driver and turns to them.

“You guys are no help,” he remarks, gesturing to the disparity between the amount of luggage each of them were carrying. Penelope pulls her empty, suitcase-free hands from Spencer’s, hiding them behind her back to playfully feign innocence. Spencer’s heart swells as he watches Derek’s smile widen and overtake his whole face.

“Spence, you want me to take that bag?” He asks. He reaches for it, brushing against Spencer’s exposed wrist tenderly.

Spencer beams at him. “No, you’ve got all of them. I can handle this one.”

As they bustle into the airport, the cold air feels a bit warmer.

Check Bags - 7:12 AM

“Babygirl, I hope you checked that bag’s weight twice, because I am not paying extra for you going over the 50 pound limit again,” Derek says, looking down at Penelope where she’s perched on the edge of her suitcase. The line they’re in to check their bags hasn’t moved in a while, and once Penelope had discovered that her suitcase was sturdy enough to hold a human body despite the wonky wheel she’d broken trekking through this very airport last Christmas, she’d been sitting on it ever since. She offered Spencer a spot next to her, of course, but he was enjoying standing with Derek. Every so often, he reaches over and pinches Spencer’s hip playfully, kissing his cheek when Spencer squirms in response. So yeah, Spencer is enjoying it.

Penelope kicks her leg out and hooks it around Derek’s. “Oh, you love me, you’ll pay for it,” she replies, with a toothy smile up at him.

“Did you know that there was once a tiny Samoan airline that actually determined ticket prices based on the weight of their passengers, instead of weighing their luggage? Each kilogram someone weighed was 93 cents onto the price of their ticket,” Spencer says.

“How did that work out for them?” Derek asks intently, enthralled by Spencer’s words. 

“They closed. A lot of people were really upset by the weight thing, but because it made children’s tickets cheaper than the average ticket, a lot of traveling families actually preferred that method.” 

Penelope hums, standing from her seat and wrapping her arms tightly around Derek’s waist. On instinct, he rests his hand on her lower back protectively, holding her close and pressing kisses to her forehead in quick succession.  

“Probably would be cheaper for us to fly that way,” Derek says. “Penelope’s earrings alone are about 49 pounds in there.” He gestures to her floral luggage. 

Penelope turns her head to make mock-serious, unwavering eye-contact with Spencer. “He’s mean to me,” she says matter-of-factly. 

Derek shakes his head with a chuckle. Spencer notes that his smile hasn’t left his face. He hadn’t thought it possible for Derek to be any happier, but apparently Penelope makes it so. Spencer knows the feeling. 

“I love you, Penelope, you know that,” Derek replies, kissing her chastely.  

(Penelope’s suitcase weighs at 27 pounds.) 

Go Through Security - 7:44 AM

“Hey, those are my socks!” Spencer says, looking pointedly at Penelope’s feet.

The socks are yellow, ankle-high, and covered in rainbows. They’re cute, and Spencer knows they’re cute because they’re his, a pair he’d picked up at a random general store in Des Plaines, Illinois, while on a case. He remembers sending Penelope a photo of them that night, just his socked feet next to Derek’s where they laid on the hotel’s puffy white comforter. She answered with a smattering of emojis, saying she was “So jealous!” Spencer had thought she was referring to the quality time with Derek, but it’s apparent now as she puts her shoes into a gray bin, sliding them onto the conveyor belt, that she’d really been jealous of the socks all along.  

“If they’re your socks, why am I wearing them, loverboy?” Penelope counters in jest, back turned to both Spencer and Derek as they follow behind her through the security checkpoint. She flashes a genuine smile to the stoic TSA agent ushering her through as if to say, “Boys, right?”  

Instead of arguing, Spencer turns to Derek. “Those are my socks.”

The TSA agent, still sporting a neutral expression and seemingly unimpressed by Penelope’s charms, calls for Spencer to move forward. He’s trying to keep up, obviously, but this morning he double-knotted his shoelaces as always and has slight trouble getting them off quickly. Once he manages to get all of his belongings--belt, shoes, coat, and hat included--into the tray, he stumbles into the security scanner.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. The TSA agent gives him a half-smile in return, and Spencer takes the emotion and holds it close to his chest.

It’s only when Spencer and Derek finally meet Penelope at the bench she’s at, lacing up her boots, that Spencer looks down at Derek’s feet.

“Der,” he says.

Distracted with putting his belt back on, Derek replies absentmindedly. “Yes, baby?”

“Those are my socks.”

Derek looks down at his feet. Two bright pink kittens smile up at him.

Arrive at Gate - 8:17 AM

Penelope passes the sweet-smelling hand sanitizer towards Spencer as they sink into the grimy, uncomfortable seats at the gate, dropping their carry-on bags.

“‘Frosted Snowball,’” Spencer reads aloud from the glittery blue bottle. He pours a generous amount into his hand, watching earnestly as the glitter spreads across his hands and in between his fingers. Something about disinfected hands and shimmer makes him feel as awake as he’s felt all morning, although he secretly hopes Penelope will propose going to get a coffee to help him maintain the feeling.

“Isn’t it cute? I got a few, there’s one in your stocking at home. I couldn’t leave it, look at the little polar bear!”

Spencer passes the sanitizer to Derek, who inspects it with a raised eyebrow.

“Why couldn’t they just call it ‘Coconut,’ if that’s the scent?” He asks, squirting a bit of the gel into his hand. “Makin’ me squint and read the fine print to find out what it actually smells like.”

Penelope presses her lips into a faux pout. “Because ‘Frosted Snowball’ is a cuter name than--” She lowers her voice to mock Derek’s--”’Coconut.’ And, it’s festive! Winter themed!”

Spencer pipes up. “Looks like someone isn’t getting ‘Frosted Snowball’ in their stocking this year.” He grins at Derek.

With a shrug and a smile, Derek slings his arm around Spencer’s shoulders and pulls him to his chest, pressing his lips to Spencer’s temple and letting them linger there. Locking eyes with Penelope, Derek smiles. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he says, patting the seat next to him.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Penelope says, patting Spencer’s thigh as she leaves his side to sit next to Derek.

The airport bustles around them, but they stop and sit, a peaceful bubble of limbs and public displays of affection and glitter and coconut scent.

Board Flight - 9:07AM

“Are you feeling okay?” Derek whispers into Spencer’s ear, letting his lips brush against it. Spencer leans into his touch. Penelope is tucked into her knitting already, and she’s pulled out an extra set of needles and yarn for Spencer.

Spencer nods.

“You’ve been quiet since we boarded,” Derek observes.

Spencer speaks quietly. “I’m just nervous, I guess. I read an article in Psychology Today about how your partner’s parent’s approval can affect how much love and affection you feel in a relationship, and I just don’t want to mess up.”

There’s a pregnant pause. Derek wants to quell Spencer’s fears and reassure him that everything is okay, but then Spencer is talking again, equally as hushed, but more panicked.

“I’m also nervous because, I know your mom and sisters love Penelope, and I’m...I’m new.”

Derek frowns. His palm finds a spot on Spencer’s chest, right over his heart. Derek knows the weight and warmth of his hand will stabilize Spencer, regulating his breathing, and preventing any anxiety attacks from blooming. Grateful for the touch, Spencer continues.

“They’re gonna think it’s weird that we’re together and that it’s weird that I’m a man and that I’m awkward and gangly and I’m not good with social situations and sometimes I say the wrong things at the wrong time and...yeah.” He stops himself from continuing, noticing how he’s working himself into a frenzy. Derek smiles a tiny half-smile, and Spencer returns it in acknowledgement.  

Penelope, having overheard bits of the conversation, pulls Spencer’s right hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles softly as a reminder of her presence, then turns back to the new scarf she’s making. It’s in a deep mauve, close to Spencer’s favorite shade of purple. (She hasn’t decided if she’s going to give it to him yet. On one hand, it is his color, and he wears scarves more than she does; but on the other hand, because it’s his color, whenever she wears it it would be a reminder of him. She’s torn. They’ll end up sharing it.)

Derek tucks a piece of Spencer’s hair back behind his ear.

“Let me ask you something,” he says. “Do you think it’s weird that we’re together?”

“No,” Spencer replies.

“Do you think it’s weird that you’re a man?”

“No.”

“So,” Derek shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If my family feels some type of way about it, that’s their own issue to get over.”

Spencer nods, letting his eyes search Derek’s.

Derek kisses his forehead. “But, I would never intentionally put you into a situation where I know you would be uncomfortable or unwelcome. You know that, right? Tell me you know that.”

Spencer nods, again. He knows. Derek always protects him. He taps Derek’s hand where it lies on his sternum as an example.

Derek nods, then plants a firm, wet kiss on Spencer’s pouted lips. “So trust me when I tell you it’s all going to be okay, okay?”

“Okay,” Spencer says, and he means it.

Derek pats his chest lovingly and moves to put in his headphones. He’ll catch up on his sport podcasts, but in approximately 23 minutes, he’ll feel bad about having headphones in and offer one to Spencer. Spencer eagerly awaits this interaction, although he’ll decline, waiting for Penelope to get bored with her knitting. Then, the two of them will watch some campy 90’s movie together, and share the peanut M&Ms he snuck into his coat pocket to surprise her with.

But for now, Spencer takes Penelope’s extra set of knitting needles, laying them across his lap. 

Content in where he’s at, he smiles and folds up his itinerary.

[floralseokjin]

‘Tis the season (for Christmas surprises) 

kim seokjin x reader // slice of life // 1,333 words  

⇢ and beyond timeline (after crystallised)

[saga index] [drabble index]

“Merry Christmas ~” Seokjin sang against your ear. 

His hot breath annoyed you, and you immediately groaned, rolling further onto your side, hiding your face with the covers in the process. “Ugh. What time is it?” 

“7am.” 

“Seokjin!” You shouted, blindly reaching behind you to try and hit at him. You’d only been asleep for 4 hours. Your Zoom Christmas party had run a lot later than expected . What was his problem? Why was he awake so early? Despite the fact it was Christmas day. 

“What?” He asked cluelessly. You could feel him kneeling over you, waiting patiently. Or not so. “I have a raging hard on and you promised me Christmas morning sex.” 

Oh, how stupid past you had been, promising your boyfriend festive morning sex when little had you known that he’d wake you up at the crack of dawn. 

“We still have 5 hours before it’s considered afternoon.” You mumbled into the pillow. 

There was a beat of silence. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit excited for Christmas?” 

You sighed loudly. “I will be in another couple of hours. Wake me up then and you’ll see.” 

You loved Christmas as much as the next person, and actually, this was your first proper Christmas with Seokjin now that you lived together, but you were tired and grouchy, so Christmas could wait. 

“Babyy, come on!” Seokjin whined, shaking your shoulders. “Wake up!” 

God. Was he really that excited to have Christmas day sex? Yes, he’d been going on about it since forever, citing he’d never had sex at Christmas before, (last year you hadn’t been with one another), but he was really taking this so seriously. What was the big rush? You literally had all morning. 

“Fine!” You cried, giving in and rolling onto your back. Your eyes were still closed. “Take off your pyjamas and let’s do this thing.” 

Speaking of pyjamas, you guys were in matching festive ones – red and white fairisle patterned ones that you’d photographed and posted on social media like the lame-o couple you were. You’d been in charge of picking them out because you still hadn’t forgotten that one time eight months ago when Seokjin had brought back matching unicorn onesies when you’d sent him for groceries... He couldn’t be trusted. 

You still couldn’t see Seokjin above you, eyes clamped firmly closed but the judgement in his tone was bitterly obvious. “That is the least sexiest thing I’ve heard in a while.” 

“You have one chance,” you warned, folding your arms across your chest. 

With a long sigh, Seokjin gave in. “Okay, close your eyes.” 

“They are closed.” 

“Keep them closed then.” 

“Why?” If your eyes had been open they’d have been narrowed at this point. You were suspicious. 

“Closed,” he reminded you, and then you felt him retreat from the bed. “I’ll be back in a moment.” 

“Where are you going?” You asked instantly. He was supposed to be fucking you, not disappearing. “Seokjin?” You called only to be met by silence. He was gone. “I swear to God if you come back dressed as Father Christmas we’re breaking up!” 

You were shouting into nothing still, so all you could do was lay there and wait patiently, your arms lightly dropping to your sides. A minute or so later you heard footsteps. 

“Okay,” Seokjin murmured. 

You sat up immediately. “Can I open them?” 

“Wait,” he warned. He sounded closer. 

As the bed dipped with his weight you heard a tiny squeaking noise. You lifted your chin, confused and listening out for something else. “What was that?” What the hell was going on? 

“Nothing, just wait,” Seokjin told you. 

“Waiting.” You were growing impatient. And curious. Very curious. 

You sensed your boyfriend leaning closer, voice gentle as he spoke. “Okay... Open them.” 

Doing just that you were met with the sight of a   fluffy, ginger kitten. You blinked in shock, momentarily speechless. 

“Merry Christmas,” Seokjin grinned behind the fluffball he was holding up, amused by your reaction. 

“It’s a...” You murmured, trying again. “It’s a kitten.” 

“Well done.” 

You ignored his sarcasm. “Where did you get him from?” You were still confused. “Wait, is it a he?” 

Seokjin chuckled. “Yes, it’s a he. Are you going to take him anytime soon or?” 

You didn’t need to be told a second time as you took the kitten in your arms you felt your heart melt. “Ohhhh,” you wailed, holding him to you carefully. He let out a squeaky meow. You took it as a sign of instant bonding. Seokjin had got you a cat for Christmas? What the hell. Your presents would look like shit now. 

Seokjin rested on the back of ankles, giving the kitten a little stroke. “Don’t cry on me.” 

You’d try your very best not to, but you were a sucker for anything feline. You’d spent the whole year scrolling through cat tiktok, so Seokjin was no stranger to walking in on you crying at your phone screen. 

“Where did he come from?” You asked, voice slightly whiney with emotion. 

“Long story!” He whistled . “All you need to know is Sandeul found a stray behind his apartment block last week and somehow said stray is now a part of our family.” 

“A stray?” You repeated, feeling worried. “Has he been taken to the vet?” 

Seokjin laughed as he nodded. “Yes, don’t worry about that. The little guy is healthy as fuck.” Tickling under his chin, Jin looked at you. “He’s already cost me way too much money. You owe me, big time. I’m thinking a steak and blow job once a week.” 

You didn’t even roll your eyes, too emotional, too touched, for any kind of joking around. Instead you stated the obvious. “You surprised me with a kitten for Christmas?” 

“I did,” he replied with a smile. 

You couldn’t help but do the same, reaching in to kiss him softly. “I love you. A lot.” How come you had the best boyfriend in the world? 

“And I love you.” 

“Wait.” You suddenly realised something. “Where have you been hiding him this entire time?” 

“With Uncle Sandeul. I woke up like an hour ago and had him drop him off.” 

Uncle Sandeul? Lame. You looked down at the ginger fluff and couldn’t help but smile when you saw his little round eyes staring up at you. “Damn, your gift game has really stepped up.” 

For your birthday last year he’d bought you a Clone-a-Willy kit. So, think about it... 

Seokjin shrugged in silent agreement, looking happy with himself. You were reminded of something. “So, you forfeited Christmas morning sex for a cat?” He’d been banging on about it for weeks and in the end he’d given up his one chance for a cat. You were impressed. Since you’d moved in together there had been a continuous argument about which pet you’d like to have... Seokjin was more or a dog person. 

“Anything for you.” He laughed, kissing your forehead. “Besides, there’ll be more Christmas day mornings...” 

On the surface he was talking about sex, but deeper than that his words meant a lot. You wanted to spend every Christmas with him... With the hand that wasn’t holding onto your new baby, you stroked Seokjin’s arm. “Your poor morning wood.” 

“He’s used to it by now,” he shrugged. “Besides, cats sleep a lot right? Maybe we can,” he paused to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, “while the little dude is napping.” 

You laughed. Maybe. But also, maybe you’d be way too distracted for sex today... Your attention was already back on the your kitten, stroking under his chin until he gave you the smallest, quietest purr. Okay, you were five seconds away from crying… 

“Y’know, he’s kinda cute,” Seokjin whispered, petting him too. 

“He’s really cute.” 

“Cuter than me?” He asked and you shrugged in reply, causing Seokjin to look mortified. “Hey!” 

“You’re both cute.” 

Appeased, he let it go, leaning in closer. “So, what are you going to name him?” 

Good question...

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

[bnhabadass]

HO HO HO!!! Merry Christmas @seigesinbin​ !!!!! I wish you could have seen how much my face lit up when I found out that I was your Secret Santa. Your writing always makes my day and I knew that I would have to make you something extra special. I’ve been super stressed with finals, which is how I got the inspiration for this piece, so it’s not terribly long, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. 

Pairing: Aizawa x reader Genre: NSFW Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Oral Sex (female receiving) Synopsis: You are stressed seeing how many papers you need to grade. Your husband has just the solution for how to make you relax.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Into the black handled pot, the coffee dripped in fast, even, plinks. Your fingernails bluntly tapped against the counter top. Why couldn’t the damn pot brew faster? Your head, while pounding with irritation and a small swelling of anxiety, rested against one of the wooden cabinets lining the walls of your kitchen.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

This time of the semester was always draining, both on you and your students. You would end up replacing sleep with coffee and grading, and you would stress to the point of possibly getting gray hairs. And that was the least of your concerns.

Crime usually spiked around the holiday season. More instances of shoplifting occurred and of fights breaking out among civilians and people who didn’t have housing in the winter. On top of crime, there were more road accidents during the snowy months, so you and your husband were constantly being asked to take extra shifts going on patrol.

Tonight was one of the rare nights you were off duty, but rather than curling up in your husband’s sleeping bag with a warm mug of tea like you would have liked to, you were anxiously awaiting the coffee pot to brew and agonizing over the stack of papers you needed to grade by Monday. And on top of that, there was the constant barrage of emails from the poor UA students in panic, asking for last minute extensions on assignments that were due a week before.

This time of year was, well, a mess.

Drip.

Drip.

BEEP. BEEP.

Finally. The pot was done and you poured the hot drink into your favorite mug, doctoring it with cream and sugar to your liking. The big stack of student’s papers, research assignments on hero laws and crime rates, sat on your desk, itching for you to flip through them and mark up the errors.

Five papers, you told yourself. All I have to do is look through five papers tonight. Then I can call it quits.

You did not make it through five papers. You made it through the first two, taking a bit of time to circle spelling errors and redact points from Bakugou’s score for the amount of curse words he used in his assignment. By the time you held the third ten page paper in your hands, a wave of exhaustion fell over you, and you couldn’t stand to flip through any more.

As you rested your head on your desk next to your now finished mug of coffee, you could hear the lock of the front door turning open.

“Kitten?” your husband called in a quiet voice, just in case you were asleep.

You didn’t even have the energy to let out a groan of acknowledgement. The door to your office creaked open and you could immediately feel your husband’s presence in the doorway, as well as a small draft of wind that sent a chill up your spine.

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah but I’m tired, Shouta,” you groaned. “And I still have at least three more to grade tonight.”

He walked up behind you and placed a firm hand on your upper back. His hand was cold from the outdoors but it still filled you with immense warmth, soothing you completely. “Grades don’t need to be in for a couple days. Why don’t you take a break from looking through those papers and we can do something else.”

“I can’t,” you sat up and tried to take a sip of coffee, only to remember the mug was empty. “If I don’t start now I’ll fall behind and I’ll stress at the last minute.”

Shouta pressed a soft kiss to your temple. His lingering stubble tickled your cheek in the process. “You’re stressing now.” His lips moved a bit lower so they were resting near the shell of your ear. He said in a soft, husky voice, “Let me help my kitten relax.” The way he abruptly took your ear between his teeth made you flinch.

“Sho.” You’re too tired to get out any other words. You knew that you needed to get back to work, but the feeling of his lips making their way down your jawline and neck was too delectable to pull away from. “I can’t, I–”

“Yes, you can.” He pulled the arm of your office chair so it swiveled towards him. For the first time that night, you were facing your husband. His eyes were tender and soothing. All he wanted to do was make you feel good and distract his kitten from the overwhelming amount of work clouding your thoughts. Yet, as soon as you relaxed into his touch, allowing him to continue, his soft and gentle eyes changed to darker and more devious ones. He had a plan in mind, a plan that you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.

He peppered kisses down your neck that left behind light purple spots. He was prepared to litter your body with his mark, leaving trails of his scent on every edge. “Are you relaxed enough, kitten?”

A smile began curling it’s way up your face. You knew your husband well, and could tell that even if you said yes he wouldn’t let up. “I don’t have time to relax, Sho,” you drawled out.

“Not true.” He brought his hands to the hem of your sweater and pulled it up over your head. His eyes cast over your chest, veiled only with a thin t-shirt. “No bra today?”

You sucked in your lips, trying to hide your smile, and shook your head.

He snuck his hands under your shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time inching up your smooth belly, making sure he could feel every inch that there was to you. He gave your breasts a rough squeeze and thumbed over your nipples. The same hands that had been out fighting crime not even an hour ago were worshiping your body, making sure every inch got the love that it deserves.

You brought your hand up to his head, smoothing over his thick mop of hair and tangling your fingers in it’s locks.

His kisses lined the collar of your shirt until he stopped to play with the tie on the pajama bottoms you dawned. His finger twirled around the cord and pulled it out of the bow you had tied it in. His fingers found their way into your waistband and into your panties, tugging them over your hips. A clear strand of your own slick attached you to the cloth and Shota licked his lips at the sight.

Your pants and panties had been tossed to the side, disregarded as your husband positioned himself so your thighs rested on his muscular shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thigh and a shiver went up your back. The way his hot breath danced over your clit made your hole clench around nothing.

The pads of his thumbs rubbed over your folds, spreading around some of the juices that had already flown out. You instinctively bucked your hips up at the feeling of his warm, flat tongue running up your slit and his lips curling around your bud.

You let out a choked out moan and your hands flew up to grab the headrest of your office chair. You could feel the swirling pleasure in your core stagger throughout your body. Your feet twitched and your muscles clenched against his prodding tongue. The friction of his stubble against your folds and the inside of your thighs was electric.

“You’re so tense, kitten,” he teased, a knowing smirk lacing his features. He began rubbing circles on your clit with his calloused thumb, his middle and ring fingers slipped into your hole and began stroking upward, hitting that spot that he knew drove you crazy. “This is supposed to help you relax.”

One of your hands flew to his hair, fisting it so hard that you could hear the sharp inhale coming from your lover. Hair pulling was always one of his weaknesses. You pushed his face forward so his lips mashed against your clit, digits still inside your heat. You could feel your muscles tightening and twitching, orgasm fast approaching. “Sho, I’m–”

You couldn’t finish your sentence. Your orgasm washed over you. Clouded thoughts cleared with the light coming through your head.

Shota moved his fingers at a slower pace, helping you ride it out, before removing them. He stuck the fingers in his mouth, sucking the slick off of them.

Your folds were drenched, dripping with the fruit of Shota’s labor. He placed his dry hand on your thigh and rubbed soothing circles. “How do you feel, kitten?”

Your lips folded upward into a serine smile. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

He kissed your thigh and then stood up to kiss you on the mouth. You could taste yourself coating his tongue and smiled. “Are you going to go back to your grading?”

“I should.” There was a pregnant pause as your eyes lingered on his for a moment. “But I don’t really feel like it.”

“That’s my kitten.” He kissed the tip on your nose and extended his hand for you to take.

Getting up, your legs felt a bit wobbly. When you regained your stance, you leaned over to pull up your pants and underwear, but Shota’s foot coming up and resting on your hand made you stop.

His cat-like smirk and dazed, sultry eyes drove bullets through your head. “Actually, I’d prefer it if you keep those off.”