#he opened for the front bottoms i think it was

[classyrbf]

thinking about movie night with nanami. You’re sitting in his lap comfortably, head resting on his shoulder while you giggle at the movie. But nanami doesn’t care for the movie when two of his thick fingers are plunged deep inside of your pussy. He’s moving them so slowly, teasing you as he pumps them in and out. Every now and then you’ll grip onto his arm that’s holding you in place, getting too distracted before he corrects you. “Focus on the movie, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear all while massaging your g-spot. He’s so cruel to you but he’s enjoying playing with you. Your eyes will slip down to where his fingers are, can’t help but stare at the way his fingers disappear into your sopping hole. You see them glisten with the glow of the tv light and bite down on your bottom lip as grow needier for more. “Eyes up.” He guides your chin up, holding your jaw in place. With every passing minute you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, and your heart beat faster and faster sneaking glances and letting out stifled whimpers every now and again.

The pads of his fingers run up your slit, rubbing your swollen clit in small circles making you tense up. A shaky breath escapes your throat, and you’re trying your best to focus on the movie but it’s so hard to when he’s whispering such filthy things in your ear. “You want my fingers back inside that pretty pussy? I bet it feels so good to be stuffed full, huh?” He smirks against your skin. All you do is nod, gently grinding your hips against his hand because you’re done playing by the rules. You reach for his wrist, moving his hand downward back to your fluttering hole. “Is that where you want me?” He breathes against your skin. Just before you could answer he plunges his fingers back inside, your pussy making the most lewd squelch ever. “Just lean back and feel good, darling.” He held you against him tightly while he worked you open with his fingers, pressing and dragging his fingers against your g-spot with more pressure.

“Hear that?” He dragged his fingers in out of your soaked cunt, a wave of embarrassment washing over you at how wet you were. “Is this all for me? If so, it’d be a shame if I didn’t get a taste.” His fingers reached up to his mouth, sucking your juices off like you were the best thing he’s ever tasted. Your body shuddered in anticipation, as he brought his fingers back down to your pussy, gathering more of your slick. “Have a taste, baby.” Without hesitation you opened your mouth, feeling his fingers lay flat on your tongue where you tasted yourself on him. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? Such a good girl for me.” He grabs your chin, planting his lips on yours, his tongue sliding past your lips and into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as he began fingering you again, going faster than he was before.

You pull away, breathing heavily as you feel yourself growing closer to cumming. “Ken,” you whimper, your nails digging into his forearm while your legs begin to shake. “Oh fuck,” you squeak, your jaw slack as you become mesmerized by the view in front of you. Nanami kisses your neck gently, watching as well, feeling the way your walls tighten around him.

“I can feel it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you wanna cum,” he huskily says, moving his fingers faster on purpose.

“Please, let me cum! I need it so bad, Ken! You always make me feel so good, baby,” you cry out, your chest moving up and down rapidly.

“Good girl. Let it out for me.” As if on command, clear liquid gushes from your cunt, soaking his hand and couch in the process but he doesn’t dare stop. “There you go, sweetheart. There you fucking go.” He kisses you tenderly as he drags every last bit of your orgasm out of you until your entire body is shaking. He removes his fingers, gently slapping your messy pussy, chuckling when you whine at the sensation. His thumb toys with your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “What a mess you’ve made.” He clicks his tongue at you.

“You’re no fair!” You pant, gasping when applies pressure to your clit.

“I think a thank you would be better. What do you think?” He looks at you with fox like eyes, and you can’t help but stare back with such desperation.

“Thank you,” you mutter under your breath.

“Atta girl.” He slaps your pussy a few more times causing you to buck your hips. “Now, keep watching the movie. I’m not finished playing with you.”

[ariestrxsh]

❆ content warning: smut, use of toys, oral (f! & m!receiving), masturbation, cheating (kinda), getting caught, praise/degradation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, cuckold behavior, unprotected sex, threesome (ish), bf!chris, pervy!matt, gf!reader

❆ summary: chris buys you a dildo for christmas, and his brother matt, who has always had a thing for you stumbles upon you using it

Merry Chrattmas! 🤍 Sorry it's a little late. Inspired/requested by this ask.

Voyeur

"Alright, which one of you bought a sex toy?" Matt laughed after tearing open the package that had been left on the doorstep that morning without even bothering to look at the name of the recipient. He was holding up a glass dildo for the whole house to see. Nick's eyebrows flew up and his jaw dropped as his gaze meandered over to Chris from across the room.

"Give me that, asshole! What are you doing opening mail that isn't yours? What if it had been a gift for you?" Chris snarked, ripping the box and the toy out of Matt's hand. "Then I would have kindly asked you to return it," Matt chuckled, poking Chris in the side. Chris rolled his eyes.

"It's for my girlfriend, okay? Don't let her know that you've seen it, because she'd be really embarrassed," Chris responded, blushing. "I bet she'll look so good using it," Matt smirked, his imagination running wild.

It was no secret that Matt had always found you attractive. Everyone knew it. Chris knew it, Nick knew it, and even you knew it, but you'd oftentimes joke around, even to Matt's face, that you were a loyal Chris girl and that nothing could ever sway you.

Of course, Matt took this as a challenge and caused him to pine after you even more. You'd never admit to it, but you did secretly like the attention your boyfriend's brother gave you.

"Too bad you'll never know," Chris rolled his eyes at his brother's out-of-pocket comment and rushed off to his room to wrap the gift in private along with the pink Fresh Love hoodie he'd designed for you. He included a card in the gift that read:

"I hope you wear this hoodie and think of me the next time you get off without me. Merry Christmas, baby. I love you. Xoxo, Chris."

He scribbled in a poorly drawn heart at the bottom of the card. He swathed the box in gift wrap, tying a sparkly, pink bow around it and placing it under the tree.

It was only a few days later that you went over to your boyfriend's house to spend the night, and luckily, Nick was out for the evening, and Matt was on his way out, so the two of you were going to have the house to yourselves. It was the perfect opportunity for Chris to give you your present.

"You're going to love the gift my brother got you. It's gonna make you scream," Matt whispered into your ear and winked as he was getting ready to walk out the door. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him, but your curiosity was sparked.

After he left, you and Chris sat in front of the fireplace in the glow of the burning wood and twinkling Christmas lights that were strewn around the tree. The scent of the sugar cookie candle that was burning down to the wick wafted through the air. Chris delicately placed the neatly-wrapped gift in your hand.

"I know it's not Christmas yet," Chris said with a warm smile, knowing you were the type of person who liked to wait until Christmas morning to open your gifts. You smiled back at him, fiddling with the pretty ribbon wrapped around it. "But?" You asked, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"It's the kind of gift I want you to open alone," Chris responded, nervously biting his lip. You wrinkled your nose at him. Open alone? Too bad Matt knew what it was for whatever reason, you thought to yourself. You weren't sure where he was going with this, but that made it even harder to resist tearing open the gift.

"I'll make an exception. Just for you," you rolled your eyes in an endearing manner and began to tear off the wrap, revealing an unmarked box beneath the paper. You slowly removed the lid, and you gasped at the Fresh Love hoodie that was neatly folded on top.

It was your favorite color, and you clutched it close to your chest and gave your boyfriend an exhilarated smile. "Chris, I love it!" You glanced back down into the box where a card lay on top of some sparkly tissue paper. He'd made it himself, which made it that much more special. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you read the card aloud.

"Chris, what else is in here?" You wondered as you started rifling through the box. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as you examined the glass toy, and you picked it up by the pink heart-shaped handle. "Chris.. it's so pretty," you whispered.

"Not as pretty as you using it, though, I'm sure," he gave you a cheeky grin and nudged you. "I don't know how. You should show me," you gave him a fake pout and batted your eyelashes at him. You did know how to use it, but you wanted Chris to be the first one to use it on you.

"Take off your clothes," he lustfully whispered as you handed off the dildo to him, a smirk playing in the corner of your lip. You pulled off your sweater, revealing that you had nothing on underneath, and you took down the waistband of your pajama pants and your underwear.

"Fuck, you're already wet," Chris noticed aloud as you slowly spread open your legs, his fingertips lightly grazing your skin. He leaned down and started trailing kisses up your inner thighs while you gently combed through his hair with your fingers as he neared your heat.

He licked a long stripe up your slit, subtly flicking his tongue across your clit once he got to it. He placed your toy at your entrance and slowly pushed it in. You squealed and clamped your legs down around Chris' head as you stretched around the glass dildo.

He began to gently fuck you with it, listening to the pretty sounds that fell from your lips as you threw your head back. You gripped his hair, tugging on it as he picked up the pace of his tongue, quickly flitting it over your bundle of nerves. He closed his lips down around it, humming against your clit, your legs shaking at the sensation.

The dildo didn't feel quite as good as having sex with Chris, but it was good enough that you knew it would satisfy you the next time you were turned on and missing him. He worked the toy in and out of you at a gradually quickening pace, and your hips started to move in unison with it.

"Chris, you're amazing," you breathlessly purred, and he chuckled with your pussy in his mouth. He could tell you were getting close. He didn't fluctuate, his motions remaining constant while his pretty blue eyes flicked up to meet yours. You rested your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to keep eating you as your whole body started to tremble.

"Yes.. please.. just like that.. mmm.. gonna cum," you said in a series of broken moans. You felt yourself squeezing around the toy the same way your thighs were squeezing around Chris' ears, and before you knew it, you were coming undone at the seams.

The pressure that had spent so much time building in your core finally reached its breaking point. You bucked your hips, riding the toy and grinding against Chris' face as you finished. Your broken moans turned to fervent whimpers, and your whimpers turned to desperate screams, just like Matt had predicted. Your eyes wandered towards the back of your head.

Chris didn't take his gaze off you. He loved making you feel good, and he relished in the way your body reacted to orgasm. He thrust the toy in and out of you and licked your sensitive button until you were completely finished and pushing his head away.

"Oh my god," you said, trying to catch your breath and recover from the intensity of your climax. Chris came up for air, his lips and chin glistening in your fluids. "That was so hot," he said in a low, sexy voice. You took the toy from him and leaned in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as the two of you passionately made out.

"You're so good at giving," you told him. "Gifts, I mean." The two of you laughed at your play on words. You both spent the rest of the night watching Christmas movies cuddled up on the couch with mugs of hot cocoa while the fire burned through the rest of the wood.

You and Chris eventually found your way to his bedroom where the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms tangled in the sheets. The warmth of his body wrapped around you and the comforting feeling of his hot breath on your neck was the last thing you remembered before you drifted off...

You awoke the next morning to Chris shifting around on the bed, and after you rubbed your eyes, you realized he was getting dressed to go somewhere. "Where are you going?" You asked in your sleepy voice.

"I'm going to go pick us up coffee and bagels. Just keep sleeping like a little angel, and I'll be back soon. I love you," Chris whispered, leaning down to kiss you and ruffle your hair.

You were hoping to sneak in a little early morning sex with him, but he was already putting his shoes on, and you figured you could just use the new toy he bought you while he was gone. "I love you, too," you responded in a sweet voice.

You watched him from your foggy window, flakes of snow starting to slowly fall from the sky. Your face lit up, excited that you were going to get your White Christmas after all. Chris blew you a kiss before he got into his car and sped off.

You sauntered over to the pretty box that held your gifts. You changed into the pink Fresh Love hoodie Chris had designed for you, and you twirled around in front of his big mirror, admiring how perfectly it fit you.

You reached for the phallic-shaped glass and held it in your hands, contemplating whether to wait until Chris got back or to use it. You decided on the latter, unable to contain yourself any longer.

While Chris was still out getting the two of you breakfast, Matt wandered in through the front door. He set his keys down, let out a sigh, and started off down the hall, completely unaware of what he was about to stumble upon.

He walked past Chris' room, but some movement out of the corner of his eyes caused him to stop dead in his tracks and take a couple steps back. He was surprised to find you there, considering he didn't think anyone was home.

What surprised him even more was what you were doing. You were laying on your back on Chris' bed in nothing but your pink hoodie, legs spread, and your pussy wrapped around the toy he'd accidentally opened in the mail a couple days earlier.

You were so enthralled with what you were doing that you didn't even hear him come in or see him as he leaned up against your door frame with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He raised an eyebrow as he studied the view, wetting his lips. It was everything he hoped it would be.

Your facial expressions were steeped in desire, ethereal moans rolling off your tongue, and your cunt stretching around the toy as you worked it back and forth. He immediately grew hard, watching you and imagining it was his cock pumping in and out of you.

Your eyes flickered up, realizing he was in the room with you. You gasped and shut your legs, holding the toy still inside of you as you clenched around it. "Please. Don't stop," Matt begged, reaching for the bulge in his pants and gently running his hand over it. "Keep going. Please. I just wanna watch," he softly begged.

It was so hard to see him stroke himself through his sweatpants and not do the same. You knew it was wrong to be feeling this way about your boyfriend's brother, but you felt your stomach drop as your eyes landed on the outline of his hard cock and before you knew it, you were spreading your legs back open and continuing to fuck yourself with your dildo.

"Does that feel good?" He asked you, and you timidly nodded at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He walked forward a few feet, coming around to the side of the bed to watch you more closely. He reached out and lightly brushed your cheek with the back of his hand.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you quietly told him, but you couldn't help the way you relaxed into his touch as he caressed your face. "It's not like I'm fucking you," Matt smirked, and as he said it, your mind was immediately filled with ideas about what it would be like to get fucked by him.

Matt brushed his thumb against your bottom lip and gently pushed it into your mouth. You accepted it and started lightly sucking on it while Matt reached into his sweats and pulled out his pretty cock. You were shocked at how similar it looked to Chris', and it made it even easier for you to justify to yourself that you weren't technically doing anything wrong.

You sped up the toy thrusting into you as Matt continued to poke and prod your mouth with his fingers while he fervently jerked off at eye-level with you. "Good girl," Matt whispered as he ran his other thumb over his tip, coaxing a shiny fluid to leak from it. You sped up the pace as you watched him.

You knew the two of you were crossing a line, but you couldn't help yourself. Matt was too busy watching your toy glide in and out of your hole, and you were too busy watching Matt fist his cock that neither one of you saw Chris standing in the doorway with bagels and coffee as he stumbled upon the two of you and the way you were each hungrily looking at one another.

"Oh yeah? So I'm out getting you breakfast and you're using the toy I got you in front of my brother?" He scoffed, breaking the two of you out of your trance and making each of you jump.

He expected this from Matt, but he was shocked to see this kind of behavior from you. Matt pulled his thumb out from between your lips, and you each brought your movements to a standstill.

The longer Chris fixed his eyes on the scene in front of him, the more he found himself getting turned on by you playing with yourself in front of his brother. "Don't let me stop you. At least let me enjoy the show," Chris said, setting down the bagels and coffee on his dresser as he made his way to the foot of the bed and sat down.

You and Matt were dumbfounded, wondering if this was some kind of test. You halfway expected Chris to get angry, break up with you, or even physically fight his own brother. Yet, he was calm, and he seemed like he might have even liked it.

"Come on. Keep going," Chris demanded, and after a moment of hesitation, you continued to pump your toy into your drooling hole. Matt stuck his pointer finger into your mouth, and you started lightly sucking on it. A soft sigh left Matt's lips as he imagined you sucking on a different appendage, and he went back to stroking his pretty cock.

As if Chris could read Matt's thoughts, he flicked his gaze over at you, "Why don't you help him out?" He asked, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth. You nodded and then looked back over at Matt who was putting his dick in your face that was silently begging to be sucked on.

You accepted him, wrapping your lips around his thickness as he started rocking his hips back and forth. He emitted a moan and his hand flew up to tangle itself in your hair. "Good girl," he softly purred, grabbing onto a fistful of your locks and pushing it further into your mouth.

He wasn't sure how far Chris would let him go with it, but he figured he'd test the boundaries until either one of you told him he was taking it too far. His other hand wandered between your legs. He started rubbing your clit, eliciting a moan from you that reverberated against his cock, leaving him with a lovely sensation.

"You're such a shameless little slut, aren't you? Letting my brother touch you in front of me as if I'm not your boyfriend?" Chris snarked at you, but you could tell by the luscious tone of his voice and the way he was stroking himself through his pants that he was getting off on what he saw.

"Come on, Matt. Fuck her pretty little face. She can take it. I promise," Chris encouraged him. He tightened his grip on your hair and did as Chris told him, jerking his hips forward triggering your gag reflex.

Matt continued drawing circles on your clit with the pad of his fingers as he stared into your watering eyes. His cock twitched against the back of your throat as he listened to the sound of you choking on him.

"Good girl. You take it so well. I wish I could fuck you," Matt purred. You moaned against Matt's length at the idea of him plowing you while your boyfriend watched. Chris was still gently rubbing his tip through the fabric of his pants as he watched the way you and Matt interacted with another.

"Merry Christmas, Matt. You can do whatever you want to her," Chris told him, getting harder and harder as his eyes flickered back and forth between the two of you. Matt's eyes twinkled as those words left Chris' lips.

"Oh, don't tell me that. I won't be able to control myself," Matt smirked, pulling his dick out from behind your lips with a pop. Matt grabbed the handle of your toy and slowly removed it from you and placed it on your nightstand.

"Go crazy. Can't you see how bad the little slut wants it?" Chris asked, staring down at the fucked out expression on your face and your pussy that was clenching around nothing.

Matt positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock teasing your hole. "You want it, don't you? You like the idea of getting fucked in front of your boyfriend?" Matt chuckled, breaching your entrance and beginning to gently rock his hips back and forth with only the first few inches of him inside you.

You slowly nodded, screwing your eyes shut as your jaw dropped at the change in sensation of Matt replacing your toy with his throbbing phallus. With every thrust, he pushed it in a little deeper until he was completely bottomed out inside of you, hitting the perfect spot.

The sounds of each of your moans dragging out and becoming louder as Matt pumped away. He placed your legs on his shoulders, fucking you harder and faster as you felt the pressure in your core building and building.

He pushed up your pink hoodie, revealing your perfect tits to him, and he gently squeezed one as he admired them. "Fuck, look at these," Matt whispered, pinching your nipple between the pads of his fingers, eliciting a soft mewl from you.

You could see Chris out of the corner of your eye moving towards you and coming around to the side of the bed. He took your hand in his and started caressing the back of it with his thumb. "Is he making you feel good?" He whispered into your ear before kissing your forehead. "Mhmm," you hummed delightfully.

It was always a fantasy of his to watch you get fucked by someone else, and although this wasn't exactly how he pictured it, he figured he couldn't let the opportunity go to waste.

"You take it like a little slut, you know that?" Chris cooed in your ear before latching onto your neck. You nodded, relishing in the way he spoke to you and the way his lips felt as he sucked on your sensitive flesh.

Matt loved the way it felt to be inside of you. He'd been fantasizing about it forever. He'd never admit it, but he'd stayed awake many nights, ear pressed up against Chris' door with his hand in his pants, listening to the sound of you getting fucked. He'd memorized the way your sweet little moans would slowly morph into seductive screams every time Chris would bring you to orgasm.

Now he was the reason pleasured noises were cascading from your lips, and he couldn't get enough. He knew you were getting close. "Oh, that's it," Matt grunted as he threw his head back, feeling you squeeze around his cock.

"Are you gonna cum for my brother?" Chris purred in your ear, recognizing the way your body was reacting and knowing you were about to finish. You looked into Chris' eyes and slowly nodded as the knot in your stomach came unraveled, your pussy rhythmically clenching around him.

"Good girl," Matt breathlessly whispered, pounding into you as hard as he could. Your pleasure reached a crescendo, and you heard a ringing in your ears and a strong buzzing throughout your body as you came undone on Matt's cock.

You couldn't see or think straight. All you could feel was an intense surge of pleasure followed by a wave of calmness washing over you as Matt's dick started to throb inside of you. He pulled out at the last second, painting your stomach in his load and pumping his cock back and forth with his fist until he had milked himself dry.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and his moans filled the room as he finished all over you. "Oh my god," he breathlessly whimpered, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. Chris' eyes followed the mess he made, his cock jerking at the sight.

"Hey, Matt. Just letting you know, this was a one-time thing, and if you're not out of here by the time I come to my senses, I might fucking kill you," Chris said sternly. Matt nodded, quickly pulling himself to his feet and tucking himself back into his pants before darting out of the room.

"Loyal Chris girl, huh?" Chris snarked at you, using your own words against you. "Chris.." you started to say, expecting him to get angry with you next. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at Matt either. I just wanted to see him run away like a little bitch," he told you, his lips curling into a devious smile.

"I actually really liked watching you two together," he admitted, biting his lip. Your eyebrows flew up in a look of surprise. You could tell he liked it, but you didn't think he'd confess to it. "Come on. Your coffee's probably cold by now."

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[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Christmas Special

Christmas festivities featuring your local kidnappers Yandere! Soldier and Yandere! Sugar Daddy.

Yandere! Soldier who spends all Christmas morning at mass. And when he comes home, snow thick on his uniform, he smells like incense.

"Come see. I've brought you something."

There's a bottle of strong vodka and a frosted fruitcake waiting for you on the counter. You watch him unwrap the cake, your mind wandering to your family, to Christmas mornings when you were still an angsty teen. Did they think you were dead by now? Were they still looking for you?

He cuts a thick slice and holds it to your lips. It's sweet and dense and leaves your mouth sticky.

Yandere! Soldier who tilts your chin towards him and casually runs his thumb across your bottom lip to catch any stray crumbs.

"Let's drink, yeah?"

The vodka is icy cold and bitter. But the taste makes you think of friends and university and late nights when you were too tipsy to stand but oh so warm inside. You throw back more shots than normal, trying to chase the memories.

It's only when he gently pulls the bottle away that you realise you're far past tipsy. You're straight hammered.

You stumble when you stand and he's quick to catch you, one strong arm around your waist.

"You've got no head for drink, моя любовь."

"What does that mean?"

"It means it's time for bed."

You swat at him, irritated. "No. The Russian you used. What does it mean?"

He gently steers you toward the bedroom. "It means my love."

You twist around to face him. "Do you really love me?"

He raises a brow. "Alcohol loosens your tongue, doesn't it?"

He's quiet for a moment, studying you. The flush of your cheeks, the curve of your neck... You're everything he's ever wanted.

"Yes. I really love you. Я клянусь, что да."

I swear I do.

You stand on your toes and kiss him. Cradle his face in your palms and feel the heat of him bleed into you. You're so awfully cold, so awfully lonely. You'll regret it in the morning, but for now you press into him and chase the taste of vodka on his lips.

He pulls away and presses sweet, ticklish kisses against your inner wrist. He can feel your pulse racing.

"я полагаю, это мой рождественский подарок."

I suppose this is my Christmas present.

He grabs your thighs and picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck, terrified of falling. Your breath ghosts across his neck and your nails dig stinging crescents into his muscles.

He doesn't say it out loud, but it's the best gift he's ever gotten.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy has a tree stacked high with gifts. On Christmas morning, he wakes you up with a kiss and a mug of your favourite hot chocolate, complete with whipped cream and cinnamon sticks.

At first, you assume most of the boxes are just for decoration. There's over a dozen boxes waiting for you - they can't all be gifts, right?

But you should know him better by now. You unwrap present after present, gasping at each one.

A set of custom perfumes from a high fashion brand. Ten different pieces of Tiffany jewellery. A genuine fur coat. Your first pair of Louboutin heels.

Keys to a new car.

You sit in the middle of a treasure trove, struggling to wrap your head around it. He rests his chin on your shoulder and pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes! Yes, it's incredible." You turn to face him. "But babe, this must have cost a fortune. I can't accept all of this."

He tilts his head. "Of course you can. I got it all for you."

You're about to argue when he cuts you off. "You said you got me something too?"

You nod and hand him two packages. Your dollar store wrapping paper is glaring cheap next to his.

He unwraps his gifts slowly. The first one is a journal you picked up in a thrift store, weeks before your argument left you trapped with him. Back when you still had your freedom.

You got your artist friend to emboss his name in gold leaf on the front cover. He flips it open to the first page.

To my tech genius boyfriend. This is what we normies call paper. You use it to record all the times your girlfriend is just absolutely incredible, got it? -y/n

He smirks and rubs the page between his fingers.

"I've only heard distant legends of this 'paper'... How fascinating."

You groan. "It seemed funny at the time okay?"

His next gift is a pottery vase, with elegant fluted handles. It's a deep cream with flecks of reddish iron bleeding through. He stares at it, his expression blank.

Your heart drops.

The truth is, you spent months looking for that specific vase. And when you finally found someone willing to sell, the price they named made your jaw drop. You haggled like hell for it. Practically begged the seller on your hands and knees to let you pay it off over a few months. Until this morning, it was a gift you were proud to give him.

But his gifts to you took all morning to unwrap, while all you can offer is a shitty notebook and some amateur pottery. You hate not being able to return his generosity in equal measure. You hate feeling like you're always giving him the short end of the stick. Even now, when you have every reason to hate him, it hurts that you can't spoil him like he does you.

He finally looks up at you, dazed. "This is an original Murazaki. How did you know I wanted one?"

"You mentioned it a few months ago. When we were having dinner together in my apartment."

He puts the vase down carefully.

"You remembered?"

It's your turn to be confused. "Of course? You were really upset about it. You said he was your favourite artist but that you could never find any of his stuff for sale."

He stares at you like he's trying to pick you apart. You look down, embarrassed.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't get you more gifts. I feel like an ass. Like the world's worst girl-"

He grabs you before you can finish and pulls you flush against him. He buries his face in your hair. He takes a deep breath, like he needs to control himself.

"You remembered."

He kisses your temple and then presses his forehead against yours. His voice is low and loving and just a little shaky.

"Oh y/n, you're the best gift I could ask for."

Bonus: a yandere who only has one thing on his Christmas wishlist - you.

You wake up under his Christmas tree, cold and confused and still groggy from the sleeping pills he slipped you.

Your hands are tied behind your back and there's a cherry red gag in your mouth. You squirm, trying to pull your hands free. The floor is icy against your naked skin. Wait, naked?

You look down, horror clawing it's slow way up your throat. Most of your clothes are gone. And you're almost completely wrapped in ribbon.

Your thighs are held together with an excruciatingly tight bow. Two green rosettes are pinned to the lace of your bra. You can't see it, but there's a cute red bow stuck on your head too.

The door opens and you hear heavy footsteps on the basement stairs. You squirm, increasingly desperate to get loose.

"Wouldcha look at that? Santa brought me exactly what I asked for."

Your kidnapper squats down next to you, his eyes roaming your body. Taking in all the curves and dips. Mapping it out like it's his to explore. He reaches out and tugs at the ribbon tied around your throat.

"My girl all wrapped up under the Christmas tree."

He grabs your chin and tilts your face up towards his. His eyes are dark - the pupils blown out wide with lust, with hunger.

"Merry Christmas baby. I promise it'll be one you never forget.

[zevrra]

thinking about jerking Vik off till he cries and can't think he's such a smart man with so much on his mind all the time he deserves a break where he doesn't have to think AND IM WILLING TO GIVE IT TO HIM..- ram-anon

includes: giving viktor a ‘helping hand�� [mdni, smüt, händjob, öral (m receiving)]

ft. bottom!viktor x gn!reader

extra: RAAA!! thank you for this juicy request i loved writing it so much like breathless, whiney viktor AAA SAVE MEEE!! anyway thank you for the thought i loved this so much kshdkh

you could tell how frustrated viktor had been recently. from the countless nights of sleeping at the lab to the several crumpled up pieces of paper spread along his desk; he was struggling with his latest project. but unfortunately that came with him not sleeping for days— which left you just as frustrated as he was. but when you finally managed to rip viktor away from his work, just long enough to go home and change, possibly eat something, you were reluctant to let him go back to the lab. and the only way you could get him to relax and turn that big brain of his off was to force him to think about only you.

so, after his shower you force him to sit down in a chair in your shared home, planting kisses along his body while you adjust his legs to lay more comfortably for what you had planned.

“my love, what are you doing?” viktor sighs, running a hand across his face as he melts into the chair even though he really shouldn’t. “i need to get back to the lab.”

“nuh uh, you’re going to sit there and relax.” you order with a slight smile. your hands running down the front of his chest and down his thighs, making a slow descent in between his parted legs.

vik lifts an eyebrow at you as you speak, not really understanding what you mean by ‘relax’. you’re unraveling his towel from his thin waist while vik watches on with a tired gaze. and it must have been the several sleepless nights stuck at the lab to cause him to process this so slowly because it takes you fully wrapping a hand around his soft shaft before he even reacts to what you’re doing. his droopy, exhausted eyes fly open wide as your fingers softly grasp around him.

he is definitely awake now. good.

“no more work. no more lab. you need to take a break, v. think of me and only me. right here, right now.” you instruct the man, effortlessly cutting him off before he could protest you, while slowly stroking up towards his head. in response vik sucks a tight breath in through his clenched teeth, amber eyes settling on you in a look of slight irritation. not to worry though, his gaze would quickly soften as time went on for you two; soon he’d look upon you with pleasure in those pretty eyes of his.

unsurprisingly it only takes a few strokes to make vik fully hard. it was all but a simple thumb press against the slit of his head, sliding your fingers across his sensitive tip, before stroking down his shaft to turn him into putty in the palm of your hand; while his own fingers grip the arms of the chair. he groans, eyes fluttering as you press your thumb against his sensitive tip again. soaking in every moan that slips past his lips as your hand jerks him off. stroking him from base to tip, slow and steady, planting kisses along his left knee and thigh.

you move your hand faster at vik‘s sweet moans. taking a second to glance up at his pretty face as he turns bright red, even to the tips of his ears, as he tries his best to look at you through the pleasure.

“you’re so pretty viktor.” you praise against his knee as your hand moves faster. sliding your free hand to grab the base of his cock while your other hand moves faster against his sensitive head, smearing precum every which way.

vik whimpers at your touch and your words. his body tensens as you use both hands along his shaft. his breath hitches in his throat with another whimper, tears clinging to his pretty eyelashes as your hand rubs over his sensitive tip again and again. god, he looked so good like this. under your work, head tilted back, fingers trembling, struggling to sit still, slipping in his chair, and whimpering your name like a prayer.

you needed to get him out of that damn lab more often.

your mouth waters at the sight of the man before you. you lean forward, spit rolling off your tongue and dripping onto the slit of his head before you follow its path and slip him into your mouth.

“d-darling!” vik cries, thrusting his hips upwards and forcing more of himself into your mouth. you take him with ease as he practically fucks himself into your mouth now.

he’s rapidly coming undone now. his fingers manage to tangle into your hair while his hips move erratically. you suck harshly when his cock hits the back of your throat, spit slipping down your chin, causing vik to moan your name.

oh he’s so pathetic and sweet like this. rutting helplessly into your mouth, slipping in the chair he sits in because he’s so eager to come; mind blank with only the thought of how good your mouth feels.

“mmph! i can’t, please!” viktor sobs. his mouth falling open with sinful moans and whimpers. his pretty eyes fall close as he whines your name again and again, chest heaving with every breath he semi-struggles to take as his orgasm burns through his entire being. “coming!” the words slip off his lips with little warning as his climax surges through him. his back arches slightly, forcing the rest of his cock into your throat as he comes.

you keep your mouth wrapped around him until he finally stops moving and his hips do not falter or stop until he’s entirely spent. you take every drop he spills before he begins to whine from overstimulation; so you slip your lips from his cöck but keep your hand slowly stroking along his shaft.

“do you still want to go back to the lab or should we just keep going?” you ask devilishly, smiling up at viktor’s blushing face.

he blinks in his dazed, post-orgasm state but manages to shyly nod in response. “i want to keep going.” he mutters.

good thing you had already planned to keep going. nothing would stop you from pleasing him so he could forget all of his worries.

[moechies]

rrr the yummiest threesome with phinks and shalnark <3 head so fuzzy about big cock phinks pulling your little white panties to the side for easy access to that plush little cunt, and having no remorse despite your little cries of how big he is and how it hurts. and shalnark <3 he’s so baby and yes .. he does feel bad for you in the slightest so he helps to satiate the pain by suckling at that pretty little clit and jerking himself off. he can’t have a pretty lady in even more stress than phinks has bestowed upon you …

ʚ♡ɞ

“stop squirmin’ around…” phinks grunts, readjusting your leg previously propped up onto his shoulder. he tugs at your hips, nudging himself impossibly deeper against your plush walls. “p—phinks!” you mewl, chewing down at your bottom lip to halt your cries. your nails drag down against his bicep, eliciting a hiss.

“fuck,” phinks sighs, peering down at the sight of your swollen cunt swallowing him whole. “t—this is the shit.” the brute grunts, thumbing at your folds and tugging the sticky fabric further to the side.

“no kidding.” the blonde man besides you grins, meeting your teary eyes with a soft hum. “so good for us, girl. mhm.” shalnark hums, pressing down harshly at your clit. “s—shal..” you drag out a whine, a subconscious beg for mercy. “s’—s’mean..”

“mm, it’ll be okay.” he assures with a hum and a soft peck to the tip of your nose. “doing so good for us already. hold out a little, yeah?” he presses a gentle kiss across your eyelids, blocking your view off from the perverted sight of his right hand reaching into his pants. your eyes flutter open anyway — especially when you hear a soft groan fall from the plush lips of the man.

“hnn !” you’re caught off guard by a harsh thrust to your cunt,

“little thing, you best not forget who’s fucking you here just ‘cause shal’s sweetmouthin’ you.”

“s—sorry!” you whine damn sweetly, making phinks scoff.

you’re damn pretty. phinks wouldn’t admit it out loud — shalnark would though — but your pretty little body, the back pliant against the snow sheets, the front against the two men, a gorgeous gleam of sweat painting your soft skin — you’re a perfect little thing. he’s sure shalnark’s thinking the same thing.

he continues his mean strokes to your cunt, humping sloppily against your plush thighs with load groans. you reciprocate with soft whines and hiccups, mewling loudly when you feel warm, sticky balls slap against the fat of your ass.

“fuck, wan’ taste.” shal groans from besides you — removing his thumb from your clit and wasting no time before replacing it with his plush lips. your back arches almost painfully, a shrill squeak elicited from your lips when he suckles meanly at the bundle of nerves, humming against the sensitive flesh. you don’t miss the way the mattress recoils gently from shalnark’s mean pumps to his heavy cock — lewd swipes across the dewy slit of his cock head to soothe the ache. “so shweet,” shalnark whines, “like sap or hh..honey..”

“y’rarely c—cuss, shal. pussy’s got ya in a chokehold?” phinks hisses, not missing the new angle he’s fucking you at after your sudden arch. with another brutal thrust, you feel phinks’ pudgy tip browse across your cervix, causing a loud yelp. “p—phinks h.. hurts!”

“my bad, pretty lady. i can’t say s’all my fault though, y’r asking for it with a damn pretty body like this.” phinks hums, hips stuttering and growing sloppy as his pace quickens. shal’s losing himself too — moaning endlessly around your abused clit — accidently swiping his tongue over where you too connect. “s—shal, damn pervert.” phinks growls, and shalnark only whines in response.

you feel your pussy flutter around the man, stomach aching and yearning for release. “p—phinks, shal.. gon’ cum, gon’ cum, please!” you hiccup, pretty manicure etched into his forearm. “phi—phinks, help me..”

“you got it pretty lady.” the man huffs, pressing his shaft wholly deep into you with no remorse. shal does his job effectively as well — softly nibbling at your clit and that does it.

your pussy clenches endlessly around phinks’ aching cock, slathering the shaft in warm white cream — the two returning the favor. “fuckin’ choking him,” phinks grunts as he cums his thick, viscous spent into your worn cunt, so much that it drools from the sides when he pulls away even in the slightest.

you whimper at the loss from inside, and even shalnark’s detachment from your clit. you turn your head slightly to meet the boy’s cerulean eyes, met with lidded eyes and blushed cheeks. you peer down and don’t miss the viscous nut that coats his hands and dirtied the cloth of his pants —

spiders spin webs after all. ♥︎

[thef1diary]

Omg di imagine crashing the car or a race doesn’t go as expected, so you blame the strategy and go off on the team on radio in rage and team principal carlos is NOT happy about it

— bon!! I love this so much! TP!carlos is not happy at all, and of course he’ll punish you for it…in front of the team and in your hotel room, with a lot less clothes. 18+ content below

The second you step out of the car, the tension is palpable. The garage is silent, all eyes darting between you and Carlos as you yank your helmet off, frustration still written all over your face. You’d gone off on the team over the radio after the race—an emotional, fiery tirade blaming the strategy for your poor result but it had majorly been your own fault.

Carlos is waiting for you, his arms crossed, jaw clenched, his dark eyes burning with restrained fury.

“Meeting. Now.” His voice is low, deadly calm, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You follow him to the debrief room, where the entire team also gathers, their expressions varying from uncomfortable to outright nervous. Carlos doesn’t sit; he looms at the head of the room, his presence commanding, his gaze fixed entirely on you.

“Care to explain yourself?” he asks, his tone clipped.

You stammer out a half-hearted explanation, but it’s clear he’s not interested in excuses. He cuts you off with a sharp gesture. “No. You don’t talk to the team like that. Ever.” His voice rises, but only slightly—it’s the controlled anger that has everyone on edge. “This team works day and night for you, and you repay them by humiliating them on an open channel? Unacceptable.”

You shrink under his scrutiny, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. When the meeting finally ends, he dismisses everyone but keeps his gaze locked on you.

Later, when the hotel room door slams shut, the sound echoing through the space, Carlos immediately spins you around and pins you against the wall. His hand fists in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp, and his lips graze the shell of your ear as he growls, “You embarrassed me. Humiliated the team. And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

His hands are unforgiving as they strip you of your clothes, each piece tossed carelessly aside until you’re bare before him. He doesn’t bother undressing at all, only rolling up his sleeves to his forearms. His eyes darken as he takes you in, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip.

“On the bed,” he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You scramble to obey, lying back on the cool sheets, but Carlos shakes his head. “No. Knees.”

You shift onto all fours, your body trembling as he moves behind you. His large hands grip your hips, holding you still as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. “You think you can act like a spoiled brat over the radio and get away with it? You think you deserve to cum after that display?”

Before you can answer, his palm cracks against your ass, the sting sharp and biting. You yelp, but he doesn’t let up, delivering another, then another, each slap punctuated by his scolding.

“Count,” he snaps.

You stumble over the numbers, your voice shaky as the punishment blurs into something far more intoxicating.

By the time he’s done, your ass is flushed and littered with his handprints, your knees wobbling from the intensity. But Carlos doesn’t stop there. He flips you onto your back with ease, his hand wrapping around your throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his control.

His mouth is on you next, biting and sucking a trail down your neck, your chest, your stomach. He’s relentless, leaving marks in his wake, a reminder of this night that you’ll feel tomorrow.

He spreads your legs wide as he settles between them. His fingers slide through your wetness, teasing your clit just enough to make you squirm.

“You’re dripping,” he taunts, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. “Pathetic. But you’re not cumming. Not yet.”

His fingers thrust into you, slow and deliberate, curling just right to make you whimper. But every time your hips buck, desperate for more, he pulls away, slapping your clit sharply. The sting makes you cry out, your body jerking, but Carlos just chuckles darkly.

“You’re going to apologize to the entire team tomorrow,” he orders, his voice low and commanding, “until then, you’ve lost the right to cum.”

He keeps you on edge, working you up until your thighs shake, your breath ragged, only to stop the moment he feels you getting close. Each slap to your swollen clit is a punishment, a reminder of your outburst, and the sadistic gleam in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying every second of your torment.

“Say it,” he demands, his fingers circling your clit slowly, teasingly. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you gasp immediately, your voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos shakes his head, his fingers stopping entirely. “Louder. Like you mean it.”

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, desperation lacing your tone.

Satisfied, he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Good. And if you ever pull a stunt like that again, this will seem like mercy. Understood?”

All you can do is nod, your body sore and your mind already spinning with the anticipation of what he might do next time.

He pulls away entirely, leaving you aching and needy, your body trembling as he smirks down at you. “Rest up, nena. You’ll need it for tomorrow.” And with that, he leaves you there, completely wrecked, your pussy still throbbing for the release he’s refused to give.

want more team!principal!carlos? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[agarbar]

Don't Leave- Prologue

Sevika x Reader

MDI!! +18

You were Sevika's most loyal pet.

Warnings for whole story: (I will avoid giving too much detail of the plot of the fic, read at your own risk.) SMUT, Sexual descriptions, age gap, ANGST, SLOOOOW BURN (years literaly pass, kidnapping, aggression, Toxic relationship, aggression, cheating (situationship type), Sevika does not even like (or respect) the reader, Reader is delusional. Sevika hasn't lost her arm (yet), manipulation, reader might be described as curvy. More warnings be added later. SLOW WRITER! (sorry)

English is not my first language. I struggle a lot with punctuation and grammar. This will take multiple parts, and its set before the first events of Arcane. Its technically an x reader, but I will avoid using (Y/N) the best I can. There is an age gap in this story, the reader is also a bit weird and obsessive.

Sevika made her way through the crowd, her steel-toed boots making loud thumps as she marched along the wood and metal floors of the Last Drop. She headed to the ornate doorway of the top floor. The men guarding the entrance knew better than to attempt to block her path. The door swung open and banged against the wall, slammed shut just as loud. Silco did not even need to glance up to see who it was, he called her up after all. 

“You asked to see me, boss?”

"Have you been taking good care of your pets, Sevika?" Silco questioned as he reviewed their latest shimmer supply record.

She nearly rolled her eyes at his question. "My men know their place— they do as I say, no questions asked. They don’t need pampering."

"You must already know how vital loyalty is for someone of your position. Particularly the ones you are affiliated with." The man poured himself a glass of liquor. “So then? How have you been treating your pets?”

The woman slumped down on a wooden coffee table, not bothering with the fancy velvet settee. "What exactly are you getting at?”

"Certain rumors are spreading around," Silco picked up his drink, swirled the golden-hued beverage, and leaned back in his seat. "In regards to Sheriff Grayson." 

Sevika scowled as she heard the Piltie’s name. “What type of rumors?” She drew a cigarette from her vest and dug into her back pocket for her lighter.

"Insiders say Sheriff Grayson is going around digging for dirt."

Sevika blew a cloud of smoke out her nostrils, the burn alleviated the itch in her lungs. “Thought the Piltie had no interest in ‘fixing’ Zaun.” 

"The sheriff does have a deal with Vander.” Silco dropped the papers on the table, no longer interested in revising them. “But things can change fairly quickly."

“You think she will start meddling with our business?”

"She might," Silco said, circling his chair to look at his large window. "There are numerous sightings, all late in the night. She visits one person in particular.”

“And you want me to deal with them?”

Sevika could tell Silco was more amused than enraged. Especially by the stupidly obnoxious way he swirled the liquid in his glass. Strange, considering that the possibility of the Sheriff suddenly placing importance on their business was a big reason for stress.

“Sources claim that the sheriff has been visiting a little seamstress.”

Sevika froze for a moment. So this was it? This was the reason why you've been avoiding her for months? Her jaw clenched in anger. Of course. Of course, Grayson would be targeting her... she pushed her thoughts aside, focusing on what was important.

“Blue building, three stories high, store front at the bottom, sound familiar?”

"Yes, I know the place.” She answered, gripping the cigar in her thick fingers and drawing it away from her lips.

Silco turned his chair to face her once again.

"The sheriff has been going in late at night, and leaving before sunrise.

The girl was a..... plaything of yours,” He arched his thinning brow. “right?"

Sevika averted her eyes. She despised being questioned. “I never claimed her as my own, just.. entertainment. A distraction.”

Silco leaned back in his chair, his eye never leaving Sevika’s face. "And, don't you think it's odd that the Sheriff is visiting your ‘distraction’, night after night?" his voice both serious and amused.

No, you wouldn’t. You were an attention-seeking hog, but you were too obsessed, too devoted to her for something like that. But then again... you had stopped attending to her needs. After ‘that night’ you had not shown up at the Last Drop to see her. Or tried to seduce her, shown at her doorstep for some fun, or showed your face anywhere she frequented. 

“Are you implying she’s a snitch? For Grayson? My brat?”

Silco chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. "I’m not implying anything, Sevika. I’m merely stating the facts. Grayson has been spotted entering that little seamstress shop, night after night. And I find it awfully convenient that your little pet happens to be involved."

Sevika clenched her jaw, her irritation and anger growing with every word Silco spoke. "Bullshit," she hissed. "She would never.”

But a small, nagging doubt crept into her mind. It had been months since you stopped seeing her. Could it be that you were working with Grayson? Betraying her? No, there was no way. Was there?

Sevika took a long drag from her cigarette, calming her nerves before she spoke again. "Even if Grayson has been visiting that shop, it doesn’t prove anything," Sevika said, her tone stern. “There's no proof that they are involved."

"We don't, but we don't have any proof she is not either," Silco said, looking at how his glass gleamed with the moonlight. "I was going to let two of my men give her a visit for answers, but I doubt you'd appreciate me bruising one of your apples."

Sevika grimaced at the thought of you being roughened up by some ruffians. "No. Nobody touches her. I'll handle this myself." She snuffed out, her cigar on one of Silco's trinket plates.

Sevika stood up from her seat, determined to find out the truth. She needed to know if you were truly working with Grayson and if you had sold her out. She headed towards the door, her mind set on confronting the little seamstress she had spent most nights with for the last 3 years. Her hand grasped the door's brass knob.

"Take better care of your pets, Sevika," Silco said, "She was so loyal just months ago."

Sevika paused in the doorway, her hand on the handle. Silco's words dug deep, reminding her of the once loyal girl who used to attend to her needs.

"You think I don't know that Silco?" she said, her voice low and laced with irritation. "Just... let me handle this." She walked out and slammed the door behind her.

[kaybug88]

Chris Sturniolo

December 25th:

Chris sturniolo x GF!Reader

"You've got one last present."   "What?"   "Come open it upstairs.”

Note: MDNI + No use of (Y/N)

TW: smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, name calling, breeding kink, pet names(princess, Ma)

WC: 2.3k

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

“Sya guys! Drive home safe!”

You say to Matt and Nick, giving each of them a loving hug before they walk out the front door. You sigh as you watch Matt drive them away from your house, and smile softly to yourself when Chris walks up behind you and rests his head into the crook of your neck.

“What's my beautiful girlfriend thinking about?”

He asks while peppering kisses onto the skin of your neck, working behind your ear, onto your face and really every inch of skin he can reach.

“Your last present.”

You sas With a suggestive tone as you feel his movements stop. His hands trail down towards your waist and give a small squeeze.

“Last present you say?”

“Mhm. You've got one last present”

You say with a small giggle while slipping from his grasp and slowly step towards the stairs leading to your shared bedroom.

“What?”

He asks, clearly not catching the vibes you're giving off as he willingly follows you to your bedroom.

“Come open it upstairs.”

You say with another giggle before walking into your bedroom. He's halfway up the stairs before he realizes what you're saying and doing, nearly tripping over the top stair as a result of him not paying attention to anything other than you.

“Close your eyes!”

You say in a sing-song tone as you step into the bathroom to strip off your clothes, and into a brand new, lacey red lingerie. It falls perfectly over each and every one of your curves with the intricate details covering your tits wonderfully.

“Oh c'mon, you're gonna make me wait to see ya’, Princess?”

Chris complains while turning around and putting his hands over his eyes. You bite back a giggle at his complaining as you put on your silky White robe.

“Alright, here's your last present.’

You tease as He turns, his hands immediately Fly into his hair as he lets out an eager groan

“Fuuucckkk, I get to unwrap you?”

He basically Moans upon seeing you in your robe, small hints of cleavage showing through a small gap in your robe. You bite your bottom lip as he carefully walks up to you and guides you to sit on the bed by your waist. He gets onto his knees While untying the delicate fabric, your eyes cant help but trace over every vein in his slender fingers as they work their magic.

“How do you think my present tastes?”

Chris asks as he gently slips the robe off your shoulders and moving his hands over your plush thighs, letting out a guttural groan after seeing each and every deliciously enticing detail sewn into the sexy piece of clothing.

When you don't reply he lets out a deep, throaty chuckle as he licks up your inner thigh, skipping over the flimsy piece of black fabric and licking your other thigh.

“Chris. . . Please. . .”

You whine as he flicks the tip of his tongue over your clothed cunt.

“Please what, princess? Make sure you speak clearly.”

He says against the soaked fabric As he licks up and down, only adding to Your arousal and eagerness.

“Please. . . Fuck. . .”

You say but fail as he grazes his teeth over your swollen clit ever so slightly, earning a gasp

“Please fuck me. . .”

You say with a slight moan when he sucks the bud over the cloth of your lingerie.

“I don't think You've earned that yet. Let me play with my present first, Ma. It's Christmas  after all, its the season of giving.”

He explains as he signals you to lift your hips, which you instantly comply with. At first he reaches towards the lace sitting perfectly On your thighs but he stops. Instead, he brings his head up, leaving bites and hickeys as he trails to the strap. He bites down on the fabric and drags it down to your mid thigh, then drags it by his hands the rest of the way.

Seeing him do that nearly made you come right Then and there; Definitely top three hottest things you've seen him do. He lets out a primal growl at seeing your arousal leak From your hole, and he can't help but run the tip Of his middle finger through Your folds. You bite back a whine at his actions and move your fingers to his soft brown hair, he bites his lips as he feels your grip tighten when he pushes his finger into you ever so slightly.

You're so warm. You let out a breathy moan while his tongue runs from your opening and to your clit, and he does this multiple times before sucking your Clit between his lips.

“Oh fuck, just like that.”

You moan as you slowly grind your hips against his face and feel his middle finger push through your opening and feel around your spongey walls. He can't help but groan against your clit as he pushes another finger in and your walls constrict against his intrusion.

“Fuck, you're so tight, Ma.”

Chris groans and continues to stimulate your clit. It isn't until he starts picking up the pace of his fingers, you start becoming a mess. 

“C- Chris!”

You moan as his relentless pace Doesn't offer a single break. He's sucking and licking your clit Like he may never get the chance To do so again, and it feels dangerously delicious.

“What, princess? Gonna come? Gonna come all over my face? Do it.”

He taunts with heavy breaths and moves his mouth between your folds and lets his tongue ravish you. The knot in your abdomen is impossibly tight and feels on the verge of bursting, but the second his tongue dives into you at the perfect angle, you're a mess. A writhing, hair pulling, back arching and moaning mess as he drinks you up as if you're a godly nectar.

You feel like you passed out for a second, vision going black at the burst, and when you open your eyes again things are a little blurry. Brushing it off, you look down at your boyfriend who's pupils are so wide you're not sure if you can see any of that icy blue.

“My present tastes delicious.”

He says as he looks back up at you, His lips having A shiny look under the dim light in your bedroom. His hair is disheveled and a complete mess from your hands.

He licks up from your clit to your chest which is still hidden beneath a black lace bra. His bottom lip slips between His teeth as his hands Reach behind you to undo The small clasp.

The very second the cups fall from your tits, his eyes are tracing over every inch of new skin for him to cover I'm harsh, purple marks.

“Fuck, Ma. Sometimes I forget how hot you are beneath me.”

Chris groans while taking your Left nipple in his mouth, biting, licking and sucking without mercy. His fingers move to roll your other between his fingers, earning A series Of breathy Moans in response.

“You gave me quiet the noisy present, didn't ya’, Ma?”

He growls against you before his tongue swirls around your tit just perfectly. Your back arches up and end up being pushed further into his face, which he can’t complain about. He groans as he takes his left hand and pins your writhing wrists above you, all while his right hand reaches down to play with your red swollen clit. 

“F- fuck! Too s- sensitive!”

You moan as you feel a knot begin to form within you once more.

“Take it, Ma. You’re doing so good f’me, yeah? So fucking good f’me.”

He growls against your tit before moving down your abs, taking his hands down with him to trace over each and every dark hickey he leaves you. You look down to him as he begins to undo the silver belt buckle, his jeans following suit of the discarded belt as it lands somewhere on the floor.

“Gonna fill my lil’ present up. How’s that sound, Ma?”

Chris deeply chuckles while he slips his grey boxers down his muscular thighs, a small dark spot catching your attention before it’s stolen by his hard, leaking cock. The tip is an angry red and begging for attention and there’s a rather thick vein running straight from the base to the head. Your tongue peeks out and licks across your abused lips. Chris notices this and licks his own lips before climbing on top of you. 

“How ‘bout we do it like this. Hmm?”

He asks while flipping you both over, your hips straddling his while his pulsating cock sits right in front of you. His chest rises and falls while his hands immediately go to stabilize your hips while you carefully grind against him.

“Fu- uck, Ma. Y’know just how to make me beg for you. Don’cha?”

He chuckles with a slight moan when you grind particularly hard against him. His hands raise you slightly and his eyes give you a look which begs you to sink down onto him. You comply and slowly raise your hips, and line him up.

“C’mon, princess, don’t know how much longer I can wait for your tight pussy.”

He growls as he pushes you down onto his tip slightly. Your eyes slam shut and hands claw down his chest as he begins to stretch you out, inch by inch.

“No matter how many times we do this, I’ll never get used to how tight you are.”

He groans while his eyes roll back slightly and grip tightens. His nails dig into your soft skin and leave moon shaped imprints as you sink further down. When you bottom out, you can’t help but feel so unbelievably full. You swear you can feel every single ridge, vein and pulse of his cock while it’s inside you. You begin to slowly rise up, hoping for some extra time to adjust, and just when you get to the point where he’s just barely inside you, he slams you down onto him, an unholy moan pushing past your lips when you claw his chest.

“Fu- fuck, I wasn’t ready.”

You whine before he starts lifting you up. He’s in the process of stealing your breath straight from your lungs. You can’t see anything, nor can you feel anything other than bliss as he speeds up. You’re not sure how much you’re helping while he slowly raises you up and slams you down with such force it seems upsettingly pleasuring. 

The sound of the bed frame rocking against the wall, the sound of sloppy skin slapping against skin and the unfiltered moans and gasps leaving each of your lips is a little overwhelming, and the knot in the stomach pulling tighter and tighter doesn’t help.

“C- Chris!”

You moan, causing his hips to stutter ever so slightly.

“Gonna come, Ma? Conna come all over my cock?”

He taunts as he speeds up, an unfiltered high pitched moan leaving your lips. You can’t stop the moans escaping your body while you eagerly nod your head, nails leaving moon shaped curves into his chest. 

“One second Ma. Gonna make ya’ come so hard you can’t see or speak.”

He huffs while flipping you over, leaving you on your stomach and ass up. His hand slaps against the plump skin on your ass before plunging back in, faster than before. He’s moaning little by little with his thrusts becoming more eager by the second. The knot in your abdomen can’t become any tighter, and has gotten to the point where it feels painful.

“I’m gonna-”

You cry out as his angle changes and hits that spot inside you, causing your tongue to hang from out your mouth and eyes to be rolling back into your head. The knot bursts before you can do anything about the broken slutty sounds releasing from your mouth. You hear Chris let out a moan of his own while the squelching sounds coming from where you meet, and slaps of skin to skin becomes overbearing to you. You almost can’t remember your own name when Chris speaks.

“Fuck Ma, i’m gonna. . . I’m gonna come so fucking deep in this wet pussy we won’t see a single drop. How’s that sound, huh? How does it sound to fuck you so fucking deep-”

He rambles on before letting out the loudest, most guttural moan you’ve ever heard him make before. He continues to rock his hips into you as he rides out his orgasam. You feel your cunt still twitching as he pulls out from your sore hole. You're not sure what's happening until he presses A kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, talk to me, ya’ aight’, Ma?”

He asks clearly a bit nervous upon seeing you clearly dazed. 

“Yeah, just felt s'good, baby.”

You chuckle as he presses A soft kiss to your lips. You smile as he pulls away and plants a quick kiss to your head before walking into the Bathroom to get some stuff you get you all cleaned up.

When he comes back, you're nearly asleep, eyes closing slightly then opening. He starts cleaning you up, apologizing when you let out a small hiss from being sensitive.

“I think this has got to be the best Christmas Present I've ever gotten. What do you think, Ma?”

He asks after tossing the rag into the Dirty clothes hamper and lying down next to you, his strong arms wrapping around you to provide Comfort.

“I know This won't be the last time You receive a present like this.”

You chuckle while cuddling into his welcomed embrace. He says something with a small laugh, but you can't quite tell Due to being so undeniably tired. Before Chris knows it, you've fallen asleep.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

A/N: So!! First smut! What do we think? I know this is kind of a late post but I've been with family pretty Much all day lol

I hope everyone had a great day of celebration, and if you have any recommendations on how to better write smut, please let me know because I'm approaching the 50 follower goal for the Smut-A-Thon which is crazy!!!

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[alrightbuckaroo]

What a year, huh! I haven't nearly as much as I did last year, but June was my very first time feeling confident writing smut during the entire nine years I've been writing fanfiction, so I'm treating that as a personal victory. Anyways, here's the goods, my personal favorites are in red (you already know, string of fate):

tender eyes that shine | M | 16.1k words

A character study in which Carlos learns to love himself a little more, even the soft parts.

love can pull you out of yesterday | T | 38.9k words

The day TK falls through the ice is a day that Carlos doesn't want to remember, but it's one he can't forget. It's the day he's currently stuck living over and over and over again.

something to give each other | E | 11.9k words

12 times TK and Carlos love each other in their rawest form. or Sex. 12 ways.

goodnights and goodbyes | G | 4.6k words

TK and Carlos journey to New York for the first time to attend TK's high school reunion. While Carlos is dreading the thought of socialization in a new city, TK is dreading the thought of running into something, or rather someone, from his past.

furever home | G | 4.9k words

“Do you think he bites?” TK asks, bringing Carlos back to the present. His question is laced with uncertainty, but it’s not strong enough to raise cause for concern. “You didn’t seem to mind biting all that much the other night,” Carlos playfully counters, pulling out the plastic food dish that’s covered in imprinted black paw-prints. Pun, somewhat intentional. TK, fondly, rolls his eyes. “Really?” Carlos' chuckles are lost in the mix of kibble hitting the bottom of the plastic bowl. “Force of habit,” He defends with a shrug. or Carlos and TK get a dog.

modus operandi | E | 1.1k words

Carlos walks through the front door, smelling of gunpowder, sweat, and satisfaction.TK almost falls apart on the kitchen floor right then and there. He’s just finishing putting Lou II back in his tank and putting the rest of the bell pepper away. “Hey baby,” TK greets, his smile turning a bit electric when he seems the gleam in Carlos’ eyes. He watches as Carlos takes off his hat and removes his holster. “Just finished feeding Lou II. He was hungry.” “He’s not the only one,” Carlos declares before undoing the knot in his tie. He collides with TK, mouths overtaking one another, no air escaping between them. Carlos tastes like married life, missed dinners and the right kind of mayhem. or Carlos solves the case and needs to put all of the adrenaline somewhere.

devour me | E | 20.5k words

de·vour [ dih-vou-uhr, -vou-er ]: to consume destructively, recklessly, or wantonly or kinktober prompt fills

come home to my heart | M | 2.8k words

TK crawls up his body as if he’s a path only he gets to trek. As soon as they’re face to face, TK briefly stills, falling even more in love with his husband’s eyes. Brown, warm, and somehow both inviting and begging to be let in. TK wants to tell him that he doesn’t need to beg; there’s a place in his heart where he’s always welcomed. Carlos smiles and TK’s pulled out of his thoughts, smiling back, almost subconsciously. He can’t help it, Carlos just has this effect on him. He leans in, and Carlos opens his mouth, the heat tantalizing and teasing. or a 5x05 Coda in which we see "sexy time" reach fruition and that loving kiss become something more

moments in love

when the morning comes

a pretty good team

it's okay. we're okay.

sidewalk chalk, covered in snow

Don't worry, I'm not done, I made a couple of gif sets too!

“and you were gazing at me, more than gazing — my gaze was dreaming you, and yours was dreaming me.”

a boy's best friend is his mother

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[sissylittlefeather]

If I Can Dream: The End

A/N: Well, friends, here it is! The end of this beautiful saga has come. I have loved this series so much. I hope you all have too! Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Need to catch up? Masterlist HERE.

Summary: It's 1975 and Jo Bellamy has been in love with Elvis for 20 years. She doesn't even care that they haven't met yet. All she needs is a chance and she's determined to get one.

But Elvis doesn't feel much like Elvis anymore. What happened to the man he used to be? He's pretty sure he's long gone.

Can a chance encounter with Jo change the ill-fated trajectory of his life?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), getting caught, p in v sex, hot tub sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~4.4k

She's never been one to worry about the future, but the thought of losing him makes her stomach turn over. Still, right now he has his arms around her and she's perfectly content to stay there forever, looking out over the untouched snow with the moonlight sparkling like diamonds.

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Elvis wakes up unusually early on Christmas morning and kisses Jo awake. She groans and tries to roll away from him to get more sleep– they were up until after 2am getting things ready for Lisa Marie and it's only 9 now.

“Tink… wake up honey… it's Christmas…”

“Mmm babe it'll still be Christmas in an hour…” She grumbles.

“Yeah, but I wanna give you this before Lisa comes.” She rolls over and he's sitting there with a little box wrapped in red paper with a gold bow. Her heart stops and panic sets in when she realizes she doesn't have a gift for him.

“Oh, Elvis, I didn't know we were doing gifts… I haven't… I didn't…”

“Hush. Just open this.” He sets the small box on her stomach, so she sits up, yawning. She undoes the bow and starts to unwrap it.

“You already gave me a necklace. I don't know what else–” she holds them up. “A set of keys?”

“Yes!” He's about to burst with excitement and she suppresses a giggle at how childlike he is when he's overcome with joy.

“Keys to what?”

“Well, this one–” He takes the key ring and pulls out one. “This one's for Graceland. Your own key, since this is your home now too. And this one… well, c’mere.”

He gets out of the bed and walks to the window and she begrudgingly follows him, shivering. She's always freezing, so he wraps his arms around her from behind as she looks out the window. There, in the driveway, is a shiny new Mercedes-Benz in candy apple red.

“I just took a guess on the color. If you don't like it, we can trade it for something–” She turns and kisses him with her arms tight around his neck.

“It's perfect. Why did you pick red?” He shrugs.

“You wear a lot of red and your toenails are red. It just made me think of you. But seriously, if you don't like it, we can get something else.”

“Red is my favorite color.” She raises an eyebrow quizzically. “You noticed my toenails?”

“Yes. Don't make it weird.” She giggles and kisses him softly again, mumbling against his lips.

“It really is perfect.” She starts to walk him backwards towards the bed until he sits on the edge and she crawls into his lap, straddling him. His hands roam over her sides and back and then up the front of her pajama shirt to cup her breasts.

“Honey, we only have–” He whispers between kisses– “about an hour before Lisa Marie gets here.”

“You're the one with your hands all over me.” She whimpers as he leans forward and presses his lips to her neck. Then he murmurs against her skin.

“Can't help it. You crawled in my lap.”

“Then I guess we better hurry.” She squeals as he picks her up and flips her over so that she's laying on the bed and he's standing next to it.

“Guess so.” But he's not quite hard yet, so he drops to his knees and pulls her pajama bottoms and panties off.

“Elvis, what are you–? Oh… oh!” She moans. He's got her legs open and his tongue pretty far in her pussy when there's a knock on the door. Neither of them notices.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds!” Jerry starts to open the door. “It's time for– oh God.”

“Ahhh!” Jo screams a little and Elvis looks up confused. He quickly stands up and throws the blanket over her whole body, face and all.

“Jerry. You knock, wait for a response, and then open the door. How old are you?” Jerry is still just standing there with his mouth open in shock. It's been a while since he's walked in on Elvis with a girl. His eyes drift down a bit to little Elvis standing at full attention and he looks away quickly, clearing his throat. Elvis realizes what happened and turns away. “Goddamnit. Now you're hard?!”

Jo is in a fit of laughter where she's laying underneath the blanket.

“Cool it, Giggles.” Elvis hollers at her playfully.

“I'll just… go…” Jerry turns and walks out, shutting the door behind himself. Elvis uncovers Jo and she cackles out loud.

“Oh my God!” She can barely breathe, she's laughing so hard. Elvis just stands there with his hands on his hips for a second before he gets tickled too and his laugh fills the room. She finally slows down enough to talk. “Think we scarred him for life?”

“Nah, Jerry's seen way worse. At least this time it wasn't my naked ass.” That sets Jo off again and she sits up with tears sliding down her cheeks as she giggles. Elvis sits down next to her on the bed and throws his arm around her, kissing her forehead. “Guess that kinda ruined the mood a little, huh?”

She tries to even her breathing and slips her hand between his legs where his cock is now soft.

“Yeah, I guess it did. I could try to get him back?”

“Nah, honey, we gotta get ready anyway. We will finish this tonight when it's just us again.”

“You promise?” He holds his hand up and nods.

“On my honor as a gentleman. I will make you cum tonight. Probably twice.” She laughs and pushes his shoulder.

“You're no gentleman, Mr. Presley.”

“And you're no lady. Now let's get that sweet little ass of yours in the shower before anything else happens.” She giggles and kisses the end of his nose.

“I love you, Elvis.”

“Nah, Tink. I love you more.” She pushes his hair back off of his forehead and there's a brief moment where they look into each other’s eyes and wonder how they got so lucky. Then, they peel themselves off the bed and get into the shower together.

Somehow, they manage to get ready with about three minutes to spare, so they're headed downstairs when the doorbell rings. At the bottom of the staircase, Jo sighs nervously. Elvis turns and takes her face in his hands.

“It'll be fine, Tink. She's gonna love you.”

“I hope you're right.” He kisses both of her cheeks and whispers.

“I'm Elvis Presley. I'm always right.” He winks and then turns to open the door. Jo smiles. It's nice to see his natural confidence back.

As soon as the door is open, Lisa Marie bounds in the room and launches herself into her daddy’s arms. He catches her easily and the two of them share a moment that is totally and completely theirs. Priscilla notices Jo standing there awkwardly and reaches her hand out.

“I'm Priscilla.” Jo nods and tries to smile affably.

“I'm Jo. Jo Bellamy. It's nice to meet you.”

“Mhmm. How long have you all been… whatever you are…?” Jo blinks, not sure how to answer. Priscilla's tone is friendly, but the question feels loaded.

“Long enough, Cil.” Elvis cuts in and saves Jo from having to explain that they've only been together a week. They exchange the rest of the necessary pleasantries without Priscilla asking anymore questions. Eventually, she leaves and it's just Elvis, Jo, and Lisa Marie, who turns to Jo and gives her a skeptical look. She doesn't trust any woman who takes her daddy’s attention. Elvis notices the interaction and interjects.

“Yisa, this is Jo. She's daddy’s new… friend.”

“She's your girlfriend, daddy, you can just say it.” Lisa is sassy for a 7-year-old, but Jo is not thrown off. She fakes a gasp.

“Am I your girlfriend?! No one told me!” She turns to Lisa. “He's a mess.”

Elvis watches the interaction anxiously. Most of his girlfriends haven't really interacted too much with Lisa, especially not at first. To his surprise, Lisa giggles.

“He is a mess. But he's your mess now!” Jo laughs and looks over at him.

“I'll accept that challenge.” Elvis smiles softly at Jo. Lisa Marie looks back and forth between them and grins. She hasn't seen her daddy happy in a long time and if this woman makes him this happy, she's ready to play nice.

“I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?” Lisa asks loudly. Elvis bites his lip. He was in such a good mood yesterday, he gave the staff the day off– with rather large bonus checks– but he's not sure how they'll eat.

“W-well, baby– I-I-I–” He stutters, trying to come up with something.

“I'll cook. Let's go see what we have to work with.” Jo holds her hand out to Lisa Marie, who takes it easily, and they head into the kitchen. Elvis follows them, intrigued. He remembers that while they were making candy, Jo told him about how she had spent weekends with her aunt when she was a kid. Her aunt had learned to cook from her mother, Jo's grandmother, before she passed away, and she didn't have any kids of her own, so she taught Jo everything she knew. He hopes this includes breakfast.

In the kitchen, Jo moves around looking for what she needs. She manages to find eggs, bacon, and stuff to make biscuits and she puts Lisa Marie to work helping her. Lisa makes a huge mess with the flour, but Elvis is impressed with how little it bothers Jo to clean up as she's cooking.

“I like my eggs fried hard, honey.” He hollers at Jo as she cracks eggs over a pan.

“Hard? Why?!” He laughs.

“That's just how I like ‘em.”

“Alright, you're allowed to be wrong about that. I still love you.” Lisa giggles as Jo makes a disgusted face.

“Tell me you don't eat runny eggs, Tink.”

“I definitely eat runny eggs, Elvis.” He groans in disgust and pretends to fall off his chair. Lisa is beside herself laughing at the two of them. She decides at that moment that Jo can stick around. “Lisa Marie, how do you want your eggs?”

“Hard like daddy’s.” She gets a bashful look on her face. “But can I try yours?”

“Oh no! No ma'am. I'm not letting Tink corrupt you.” Elvis grabs her and puts her on his lap. Lisa laughs and puts her little hands on his cheeks.

“Oh, silly daddy. Why do you call her Tink if her name is Jo?”

“Doesn't she look like Tinkerbell?” Lisa turns to look at Jo, who is taking the biscuits out of the oven. She nods and then looks back at Elvis.

“Does that make you Peter Pan?”

“I guess it does, Yisa.”

“Good. It means you'll never grow up.” He smiles and kisses her forehead. Jo walks over with their breakfast plates and they settle in the dining room to eat.

After breakfast, they make their way to the living room for Lisa to open the mountain of presents surrounding the tree. Elvis fetches a camera and Jo snaps a couple of photos as they sit in the living room like a family. Once all the presents are open, Lisa sits on the couch between them with a doll on her lap. She turns and looks at Jo.

“How old are you? You look old enough to be my mom. Most of daddy’s girlfriends don't.”

“Oh, Yisa–” But Jo interrupts him.

“I'm 36. I am definitely old enough to be your mom.” Lisa sits up and looks at her, shocked.

“You're older than my mom!” Jo nods.

“I am. Is that okay?” Lisa settles back between them.

“It's fine with me.” Elvis chuckles.

“Good, I'm glad we have your approval, babygirl.” They sit there for a little while longer. Eventually Lisa sighs.

“Now what are we gonna do?” Jo clicks her tongue.

“Snowball fight?” Lisa scoffs.

“Daddy won't–” He jumps off the couch.

“Let's go. Me against you two girls. Unless you're scared?” Lisa’s face breaks out in the widest smile and she hops off the couch too. The three of them get bundled for the snow and head outside. The rest of the afternoon is spent in the yard. The girls win the snowball fight when they tackle Elvis and bury him in snow. Eventually, the sun starts to set and they go back inside to warm up with cocoa that Jo makes on the stove with milk. They're sitting in the TV room watching A Charlie Brown Christmas when the doorbell rings and Lisa Marie groans.

“Your mom’s here, babygirl.”

“Can't I stay with you guys?” Jo can see the pain on Elvis's face as he shakes his head and starts up the stairs with Lisa and Jo not far behind. In the foyer, Priscilla gathers Lisa Marie and the presents she can carry. Lisa grabs Jo and hugs her tight.

“Bye Jo.” Priscilla purses her lips.

“I'll send the rest of it soon.” Elvis says sadly. Just before she leaves, Lisa Marie gestures for him to come close to her. He squats down and she wraps him in a hug.

“Don't lose this one, daddy. She's special.” She says it in his ear, but both Priscilla and Jo can hear her. He pulls back a little and kisses her cheek and then looks her in the eye.

“I won't, babygirl.”

“She’s your Tinkerbell. She's magic.” Elvis stands up and puts his arm around Jo.

“She is magic. Don't worry, Yisa. She's not going anywhere.” Priscilla watches the scene with her mouth open a little.

“Come on, Lisa. Let's go home.” She tries to hustle her out the door, but they hear her little voice just as the door closes.

“I am home.”

Elvis breaks down as soon as the latch clicks and Jo grabs him and holds him on her shoulder as he sobs.

“I miss her so much when she's gone. And her mother…” He chokes a little. “I need her with me all the time.”

“I know, babe. I know.” They stand there for a while, with Elvis crying on her shoulder. Finally, he stands up and wipes his face.

“I'm sorry; I just–”

“Elvis, you don't have to apologize. I understand.” He smiles weakly and holds her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I love you, Jo Bellamy.”

“I love you too, Elvis Presley.” He kisses her softly and notices she's shivering again, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“Are you cold, honey?”

“I'm freezing.” His weak smile turns to a grin.

“I know what we need.” He leads her through the house out to the carport.

“Elvis, where are we going?!”

“Just trust me.” She follows him across the yard to the brand new racquetball building.

“I'm not playing racquetball–” He turns and gives her a look.

“Will ya just hush and follow me?” She nods and follows him inside and up the stairs. He uncovers the surprise and exclaims. “Ta-da!”

“Woah…” Jo is almost speechless. He has a whirlpool spa full of already-hot water.

“Let's warm up. What do ya say, Tink?”

“Fuck yes.” He frowns.

“Language, honey, or I'll put something in that dirty mouth.”

“Oh, I'm counting on it.” She laughs. “I don't have a bathing suit, though.”

“Do you need one?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Sure don't.” She smiles and starts to undress. Elvis turns to go back down the stairs. “Wait, where are you going?”

“Figured you might like a drink. There's a bar downstairs. Wine?” She nods and then stops him.

“I thought you didn't drink? I don't really want to drink alone.” He clicks his tongue and strokes her cheek.

“It's Christmas, honey. I'll have a drink or two with you.”

Elvis fetches the drinks while Jo strips down and settles into the hot tub naked. When he returns, he hands her the glass of red wine and then starts to take his clothes off too.

“Mmm, honey you look so good like this. Almost hate to ruin the picture by getting in there with you.” She stands up out of the water and moves over to him, grabbing his face.

“Stop it. You do this all the time. I love the way you look.”

“I just don't feel good about it. And it hurts. I'd like to be healthy for you. I want to stick around.”

“Okay, well that's different. That we can work on. But no more of this talking bad about yourself nonsense. I love you just the way you are. You hear me?” He nods and she kisses his forehead.

“Yes ma'am. You'll help me get healthy again?”

“Of course I will.” He looks down sheepishly.

“Already cut down on my pills a lot. Been only takin’ what's necessary.” She smiles.

“I noticed. I'm proud of you, babe. Whatever you wanna do, I'm here. Look at me.” He moves his eyes back up to meet hers. “I'm in this with you for the long haul, no matter what that means, okay?”

“Okay.” He finishes undressing and slides into the water with her. She sips her wine as he lights a cigar and takes a sip of whiskey. They sit in silence for a bit, just enjoying the warm water and each other's company.

“I'm sorry I didn't get you a gift.” She whispers. He sets down his drink and the cigar and lifts her into his lap facing him.

“Tink, honey, you are a gift. You've given me my life back. That's enough.” He leans forward and presses his lips to her neck. “Besides, I can think of something else I want from you that doesn't require you to buy anything at all.”

She moans softly as he kisses down to her collarbone.

“Yeah, what is that?” His fingers find their way between her legs under the water and start to make circles on her sensitive bud. She leans her head back and moans.

“This little pussy. Little Elvis has been missing her all day.” He kisses up to her ear and nibbles on the lobe.

“Oh is that right?” She whimpers as he works her clit with his fingertips. He uses his other hand to grab hers and put it on his erection. “Mmm, I guess so.”

He groans, slipping two fingers inside her to pump them in and out with his thumb on her clit as she begins to stroke him. Something about being in the hot water makes the whole scene even more erotic.

“Love how you touch me, honey.” His breath starts to come a little faster as she moves her hand on him. He grits his teeth and leans his head back, his hands drifting to her hips. “Fuck.”

“You wanna feel this little pussy, babe?” All he can do is nod.

“Mmhmm…” She moves over him to tease her clit with the tip of his cock and then starts to sink down onto him. His mouth falls open in pleasure. “Fuck yes, honey…”

She braces herself with her hands on his shoulders and starts to bounce on him. He looks up at her with her lower lip pulled between her teeth. She's so beautiful like this, lost in the ecstasy of loving him. His heart swells and he reaches up to pull her forehead down against his. She moans as he guides her movements with one hand on her hip and the other on her neck.

“God, I love you Tink. I love you so goddamn much.” She smiles and feels the lump form in her throat as she rubs her forehead on his.

“This is everything I've ever wanted. You are everything I've ever wanted. I love you too, Elvis.” His hands move to her back and he lifts his hips a little to thrust into her from underneath. The subtle shift in angle makes the tip of his dick rub against the sensitive spot inside her and she moans loudly. He pulls one of her nipples into his mouth and runs his tongue around it as he slides in and out of her, the water rushing against her clit with his movements. “Oh, God, Elvis. It feels so… fuck.”

“Come on, Tink. Cum for me, honey.” The sweat drips down his forehead as he works to push her over the edge, his own release gathering in his balls. The water splashes over the edge of the tub as they fuck, but neither of them cares. They’re too caught up in the pleasure of being together. He moves his thumb back to her clit as he slams into her as fast as the water will allow. Finally, her orgasm snaps wide open inside her and she moans, her body shuddering around him as she cums hard on his dick.

“Yes, honey, that's it. Yes, Tink, fuck!” He gets louder with each word and holds her still as he empties himself deep inside her, his cock twitching with the release. After a few seconds, they both relax against each other, sweating and panting.

But Elvis isn't finished. He kisses her shoulder and neck and lifts her off of him, turning and setting her on the corner of the spa.

“Elvis, what're you doing?” Jo asks, exhausted. He looks up at her and smiles, pushing her thighs apart.

“I promised you two.”

“Oh!” She moans and damn-near falls off the side of the tub when he dives into her pussy tongue-first. “Oh. My. God.”

Her clit is so sensitive, the rest of her so puffy with use, that his mouth is making her wild. She tries to stay still as he licks her, but she writhes and grinds against his face. He holds her ass cheeks with both hands in an attempt to keep her from moving, but he kind of loves that she's so turned on she has to move. Her hands are in his hair, pulling as she pushes against his mouth and he grunts. If he was twenty years younger, he'd be hard again already. It's so hot to listen to the little sounds that drip from her mouth as she loses control. He feels her tighten around his tongue and knows she must be getting close, so he slips two fingers up inside her to pump in and out while he licks her clit.

“Elvis! Oh, oh, oh!!” She exclaims as she cums again, her release splashing out of her onto his hand as he fingerfucks and licks her through her orgasm. Her whole body trembles as the wave of ecstasy rushes over her, knocking out the hearing in her left ear. When she relaxes, he pulls away and she slides back into the hot tub. He catches her and turns with her sitting sideways in his lap, resting her head against his chest.

“You okay, honey?” She sits up and shakes her head.

“No. No I’m not.” His eyes fill with concern and he holds her face in his hands as a single tear slides down her cheek.

“What is it?” He moves her hair off her forehead and strokes the side of her face. “Honey…?”

“I lied to you.” He blinks, a gnawing fear setting in. She tries to breathe and continues. “I said I didn't care how long we were together. I said all I wanted was right now and that would be enough, but it isn't. I don't want to live without you, Elvis. Not ever. And I'm terrified that you're going to go on tour or back to Vegas and that'll be it and I can't… I can't…”

She's overcome with emotion, sobbing into his chest. He relaxes significantly and smiles, kissing the top of her head.

“Honey, listen.” He rearranges to hold her face in his hands again, wiping the tears away with his thumbs and looking her in the eye seriously. “I meant it when I told Lisa Marie I wasn't going to let you get away. When I go to Vegas or on tour, you'll come with me. It's as simple as that. You think I'd forget my magic girl? My Tink? I'm not living this adventure without you. You got it?”

She sniffles and nods and he leans in and kisses her softly.

“I know this has been your dream for 20 years, but it's not just yours anymore. It's ours. And I'll be damned if I let it end any time soon.”

“Our dream?”

“Ours, honey. You and me. Forever.”

“Forever…”

******

New Year's Eve 1975 - Pontiac, Michigan

Elvis is on stage, doing his normal routine with as much enthusiasm as he's ever done it before. He moves around, jokes with the audience, and kisses fans– with his mouth closed– as much as he ever has. People in the crowd will talk about this show as a comeback of sorts. A reporter will write “1970 Elvis has returned.” He looks better, he feels better, he is better. Just before he sings Can't Help Falling In Love and ends the concert, he stops the music and starts talking.

“I wanna introduce y’all to someone. Tink, honey, stand up.” The spotlight falls on her and she stands up, blushing and giggling. “Isn't she beautiful, folks? This is my fiancee, Jo Bellamy.”

Jo’s mouth pops open and she stands there in shock. Elvis continues.

“She looks like that because I haven't asked her yet. You wanna marry me, honey?” The crowd goes wild as Charlie hands him a ring box that he opens and holds out to her. She laughs and nods, waiting for them to settle before hollering up at him.

“Of course I do!” There’s more raucous applause from the audience, but Jo and Elvis might as well be in a room alone. Eventually, the cheers subside.

“See folks? Fiancee. C’mere, honey.” Jo is beside herself with joy as she makes her way to the stage. He bends down and slips the giant diamond on her finger before kissing her. He holds the mic to the side and whispers. “I love you, Tink.”

“I love you more, babe.” He winks and then stands up. Jo makes her way back to her seat and sits down. She's already pregnant with their boys, Elvis Jr. and Jessie Garon, but neither of them know it. The music starts up and Elvis says one last thing before he breaks into song.

“To live would be an awfully big adventure, right honey? That's exactly what we plan to do. Come on guys, let's sing the song…”

And they lived happily ever after.

******

The End

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[pricetagofficial]

Day 25: Christmas

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff and Jason is a slight menace here

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! If you don't celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays and if you don't celebrate anything, Happy Wednesday! I hope you all have a great day! Here we are on the final day of this challenge, and I can't thank you all enough for supporting me this last month. Maybe I will do another in the future? Header by me, and divider by @cafekitsune

Masterlist

It had finally arrived, it was Christmas Day.

You and Dick had stayed over at Wayne Manor the previous night because he really wanted to spend the holiday with his family. It was a rare sight to have everyone under the same roof, including some other friends.

Of course, you had the normal residents like Damian, Cass and Bruce, plus Jason and Tim and Duke who frequently dropped by. However, there was also the extended family, like Stephanie, Barbara, and even Selina.

The day was going to be special, you just knew it.

Everyone was old enough to not believe in Santa, but everyone still made stockings for each other as part of their gift exchange.

Every year, everyone's names would be thrown into a hat and then drawn. Whoever you drew, would be the person you got a special gift for, and help stuff their stocking,

This year, you were lucky enough to get Dick.

The man may be a certified genius and world class detective, but he was still dumb as hell.

In fact, you did quite a bit of his Christmas shopping in front of his face and he was none the wiser.

Wrapping yourself in your robe, you and Dick slowly made your way down to the kitchen for the first cup of Christmas coffee. Alfred already had pastries, and other sweet treats galore ready to be eaten.

Wrapping an arm around you, Dick pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas, Dickie." you smiled, pecking his lips.

"You have to do that here? I think I'm gonna hurl."

Dick looked up to see Jason, fake gagging into his coffee with a donut in his other hand.

"I will kill you," Dick paused. "Again,"

Jason laughed as he took a bite of his donut. "Many a goon have tried wonder pants, and many a goon have failed."

Dick just glared. "None of them are me, so shut up."

That's when Duke showed up and pushed Jason out of the room before he was murdered again. "You'll thank me for this later,"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a plate, and filled it before joining Dick on the couch by the tree and the fireplace.

Everyone was gathered, idle chatter filling the room as Bruce came in with Selina at his side.

"Merry Christmas, everyone." he smiled, taking his seat as Selina sat on the arm of the chair.

Gifts were passed around, stockings were dumped, and paper was ripped open. Exclamations of excitement were all around as everyone was in awe at their gifts from each other.

Getting up, you grabbed Dick's stocking and his present from you. Looking to your right, you saw he grabbed your stocking and a small box as well.

What were the odds that you got each other?

Sitting back together on the couch, you handed Dick his stuff and watched with a smile as he opened it. You had gotten him new hair care stuff, a personalized watch to go on his wrist and even a cheap Nightwing mug for him to take to work everyday, at the police station.

Dick chuckled as he went through is stuff, before getting to your bag that you had wrapped for him.

Gently he pulled out the paper, and saw that it was a framed poster from a long time ago.

You had found one of the last Haly's Circus posters that featured himself along with his parents, and framed it.

If you didn't know Dick so well, you would've missed the slight tear he expertly blinked away. Instead he surged forward and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"You are amazing, how the hell did you find this?"

Scooting closer, you looked at the poster with him.

"Read the bottom,"

Dick looked a little confused until he looked.

It's been a while kid, I'm glad to hear you're doing great. When your girl came to me asking if I had anything, I knew just what to give you. This is the last one I owned, keeping it safe for a moment like this. She's real special, Dick. Don't do anything stupid, you hear?

Love your old friend, Haly

Dick turned to you in astonishment. "You found Haly and his circus?"

"You talk about him all the time, so I wanted to get you something really special. He just so happened to be in Midwest City last month, so Wally and Barry helped me get down there so I could meet him," you explained.

"Haly really is a great guy, I can see why you loved his circus so much."

Dick hugged you tightly, not letting go.

"This is the best present I have ever gotten, thank you, baby."

Beaming up at him, you smiled. "Your welcome, Dick."

Rubbing the back of his head, Dick handed you your stocking and present. "Now I feel kind of lame, with what I got you."

Taking his hand, you smiled. "Nothing from you is ever lame, Grayson."

Dick smiled, holding you close as you emptied your stocking. It had new bath stuff, complete with a bath bomb, soap, body spray, and a candle all in your favorite scent.

Getting to the bottom, you pulled out a pair of fuzzy socks that had the Nightwing logo across it.

Letting out a laugh, you leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Now, I will always have you with me,"

Dick smiled, watching as you opened the little box.

Inside was a custom designed necklace and earrings. They had a beautiful gem on them, in his signature blue.

"Oh, Dick. This is gorgeous," you exclaimed taking it out. "I love it!"

Dick took the necklace as you turned, to help you put it on.

"It's amazing."

"An amazing gift, for an amazing girl."

You leaned up and kissed him softly.

"Merry Christmas, Dick."

Merry Christmas, my love."

[controversially-young-girlfriend]

dr james wilson x fem reader (18+)

it’s rare you have a one night stand with a guy 15 years your senior. it’s even rarer to see him a few weeks later as your doctor…

smut ahead

you know you look hot. your hair is done and you’re wearing a brand new lipstick. you’re hoping the lipstick doesn’t last too long though, you’re freshly broken up with and in desperate need of someone’s lips against yours again, so your friends bring you out to the bar in an attempt to help you get over this breakup.

you’re two shots in when your base level of anxiety fades and you start to relax. you scout the bar for any potential suitors - mostly just older guys who will buy you a drink so you can stop taking shots of straight vodka to save money.

“the pair of guys by the bar seem promising!” is what your friend says as she points to the pair in suits. you hesitate to approach them, scared you’re about to interrupt a gay couple’s date.

your friend, 3 shots in, wraps her arms around the pair “see the girl beside me? she just got broken up with. isn’t that sooo sad for such a pretty girl like that?”

while you appreciate her attempts to get you a free drink, you want to run away out of embarrassment. you feel slightly comforted by the man beside you who’s face is also red and looks at you with a smirk and sympathetic eyes.

the comfort is swiftly ended by his friend, “now isn’t that just tragic!” he very sarcastically tells you.

“house. be nice.” his friend says. “i’m sorry about him, i’m james” he says with his hand out to shake. you feel butterflies in your stomach as your hands touch and you introduce yourself

“so what can i get you to drink to make up for him?”

you say a rum and coke, it’s the first drink you can think of since you’re a little flustered by the older guy who’s taken an interest in you.

“you sure she’s even legal to drink wilson?” house says as you’re handed the drink. you pull out your id. “i’m 25, but flattered”

before house can reply, wilson points at a card in your wallet. “mcgill?”

you pull out your old student card, “yeah! i did my undergrad there. i’m at princeton now for grad school.”

“no way! i got my undergraduate degree there too. may i ask what your thesis is on?”

the two of you exchange academic pasts as you slowly shift closer to each other. after another round you feel his arm around your waist, leaning into your ear to ask if you’d want to come back to his. you very gladly agree and end up in the back of a cab with him (after saying goodbye to the oh so charming and kind dr. house of course)

his hand slowly trails up your thigh until the cab reaches his place. the conversation in the cab is light but thick with tension. he opens the car door and holds your hand until you walk through his front door.

“can i offer you anything? another drink? water?”

you cut him off with a short kiss on the lips. both of you flustered, you look at each other for a second before he grabs you by the waist and kisses you again. the kisses shift from gentle to desperate, with him pressing you against the wall. his hands begin to travel across your body. his fingers tease at the bottom of your shirt. “may i?” he asks before pulling your shirt off and placing his hand over your bra. you move your legs strategically so you can feel him getting hard against you.

you begin unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the ground before he lifts you into his bedroom. wilson tosses you gently onto the bed, hovering over you as he removes your pants. he slowly rubs his fingers over your panties as you let out a soft moan. he takes them off and returns to kissing you. as his fingers begin to tease between your thighs he lets out a heavy breath as you feel his lips shift into a smile against yours.

“you’re this wet for me?”

your heart nearly skips a beat and you’re so flustered all you can manage to say is “mhm”

you palm him gently, earning a small noise out of him. “as much as i enjoyed our conversation tonight, i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t thinking about doing this all night. you’re so beautiful underneath me like this.” he says while circling your clit with his fingers

“the feeling’s mutual dr. wilson” you reply, but are very quickly cut off by him kissing you, this time roughly and passionately. you pull down his boxers and he wastes no time taking them off and throwing them aside. he swiftly grabs a condom before entering you slowly, after hours of flirting at the bar you’re both pretty desperate to feel eachother.

“you feel so fucking good” says wilson. after a few minutes he flips you on top of him. grabbing your hips with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. you only ride him for another minute before you feel yourself about to finish. in almost unison your grips on each other get tighter and your moans fill the room as you both finish.

you fall on top of his chest and he moves the hair out of your face, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. you can’t help but look him and admire how hot he looks with his messy hair and heavy breaths. after a few minutes of cuddling, he gets up to grab pjs, kissing you on the cheek before leaving the bed. you take a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up. when you come back he’s in an undershirt and pajama pants, motioning to the very nearly folded shirt and pair of boxers he picked for you.

you smile putting on the shirt. “thought you might want the mcgill sweater tonight. feels fitting.” wilson says

you guys fall asleep intertwined, until you’re awakened the next morning by a beeping pager.

he gently taps you until your eyes open. “sorry. this is urgent, i need to see a patient.” you very begrudgingly get out of bed and start getting ready. once you reach the kitchen you see that he’s already taken out two mugs. “coffee?” he asks.

as you finish your cup he hands you a piece of paper with his phone number, saying “i’m sorry i have to leave for work, but i had a lot of fun last night. you’re really beautiful.” you could feel his nervousness in that last part.

you two kiss goodbye at his door before parting ways.

wilson follows up on the page from house, assuming he’s needed for an urgent consult, but instead sees house up in his office watching soaps. “house, what’s so urgent that you’ve made me arrive an entire hour earlier than i’m scheduled for?”

“just wanted to see how your night went.”

—

it’s been two weeks since your night with dr. wilson. getting over your ex has been incredibly easy since now the only person you’re able to think about is james. but he hasn’t returned your call and you know it’s time to start forgetting him and pick someone more age appropriate.

your thesis deadlines are coming up and the stress is destroying your body. passing out in the library wasn’t exactly unlikely considering your lack of sleep and your almost scary caffeine consumption. but out of caution you’re taken to princeton-plainsboro. while you physically feel like shit, you’re secretly excited at the chance of seeing dr. wilson again.

after the initial bloodwork and ecg you’re quite bored sitting in your hospital bed trying to ride out the headache and nausea you’re feeling. you think of the ethics of telling the nurse you have a history of cancer in your family so they’ll call wilson, but you decide to just suck it up and leave a message on his phone with your hospital room number.

with no wilson in sight you fall asleep for a few hours, but are awoken with a light tap on your shoulder. you groggily look up to see wilson holding a sandwich and some tea.

“i checked your chart, you probably just collapsed due to exhaustion, nothing serious thankfully. you should be able to go home in a few hours once the IV rehydrates you a bit.”

you smile but before you can reply he continues speaking. his drunk confidence is gone and you can see him getting a bit anxious as he takes a seat on your hospital bed.

“i’m sorry i never called back. i brought you lunch as an apology, and to hold you over until i can take you out to a proper dinner. if you want to of course”

you grab him by his tie and gently pull him down for a kiss, “i’d like that” you reply, feeling the heat coming from his face. if it took you passing out to score a second date, the least you could do is fluster him a bit at work.

[naesfilm]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ crime . . . im nayeon x fem! reader

༯ synopsis : nayeon uncovers yet another body, not expecting it to be a trap . . .

༯ warnings : detective! omega! nayeon , criminal! omega! reader , degradation , knife play , hate - sex , rope play , gun play , overstimulation , bottom! nayeon , top! reader , bunny! hybrid nayeon , fox! hybrid reader

༯ word count : 3.4K - semi proof read

“Another one?” Im Nayeon whispered quietly, her tiny tail anxiously flicking behind her as she surveyed the lifeless body in front of her.

“Yeah…” A sigh comes from her partner, Hirai Momo. “I sent off some blood samples to Sana so we can get an identification for the woman, and Jeongyeon is already working on clearing the building out.”

Police sirens sounded a few blocks away, and Nayeon tore her eyes from the woman’s body in order to further survey the scene. “…what a mess,” She grimaced. “Our unsub must hate the crime scene cleaners.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to erase his art.”

Turning, Nayeon caught the whiff of a strong Alpha’s scent. Instinctively, she ducked down. “Chief.”

Momo straightened as the woman brushed past Nayeon with a curt nod, and wandered straight to her— silence between them as her hand brushed against the other’s arm. “…are you hurt?”

“No, no. We were nowhere near it,” Momo whispered back just as softly. “Happened when we were a block away.”

Nayeon clears her throat.

Her chief, Park Jihyo, turns and then nods. “What’ve you got?”

“Same unsub as the last four murders, we think.” Nayeon’s ears flicked at the scene. “…wonder why he chose her.”

Jihyo offered a shrug. “A killer's mind is too complex to know,” She turned back to Momo, gently grabbing her hand. “Head home.”

“But-“

“Head. Home.”

The Alpha’s words were not to be challenged. Even Momo knew that.

Slowly, the blonde left the room- leaving Nayeon with the familiar bear hybrid. “…you should be more open with her at crime scenes,” She spoke slowly. “Momo’s clumsy, but she’s not stupid.”

“I know,” Jihyo replied stiffly— glancing away. “But…you never know. I won’t risk my girlfriend over some sick in the head psycho.”

“Harsh.”

“Deserved.”

“Right.” Nayeon sighs heavily, taking a step toward the bed. It was a sole hotel room, the door on the left leading to the bathroom, and the door on the right leading back to the hall. There were a few scratches on the door handle outside, and the covers of the bed were in disarray.

Jihyo watched her detective closely piece together the crime, and gave her a few minutes before speaking. “Give it to me.”

“…The unsub broke in through the door, causing the woman to panic- there was some fighting,” Her hand brushed against a wall, a small and barely noticeable scratch there. “At some point, the unsub grabbed her. She grabbed the wall but was pulled away and thrown on the floor.”

“How did the downstairs room not hear?”

“Thick carpets or- or maybe the unsub knocked the woman out and brought her to the floor.” Nayeon squinted. “Either way, he stabbed her twice in the stomach and did a slash across her throat.”

“…That’s passionate,” Jihyo frowned. “Precise, but passionate. She knew him.”

“Or he knew her,” Nayeon offered. “…maybe she didn’t give him the attention he wanted. Could have been a brush of shoulders in a coffee shop— or maybe they sat on the same train. Unsub becomes fixated, victim becomes…well, the victim.”

Jihyo sucked in a breath and nodded, bear ears lying flat against her head. “Possibility. It’s all speculation until we get some insight on any DNA left over.”

“Yeah,” The bunny looks at the time and sighs. “We’ll send the body off and swab the place. Get forensic on the phone and put a rush on our samples?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jihyo moves to the door, stopping to lay a hand on Nayeon’s shoulder. “…make sure you get home safe. Okay?”

“Always do.”

—

“Nothing.”

It was a disappointing answer to say the least. Nayeon stood carefully behind Sana, watching the computer screen over and over. “You’re—“

“Yes, I'm sure.” The brunette spins her chair around and looks up. “There’s no DNA besides the victims. Not a strand of hair, or fleck of spit or sweat. It’s as if a ghost did it.”

“Damnit.”

Sana’s brows pinch to concern when the Bunny moves away, leaning against the wall.

“Hey,” She whispers, standing and walking over. “Take a deep breath— things don’t always go according to plan but that doesn’t mean all hope is lost..” She rests a small, pale hand on Nayeon’s side.

Nayeon looks down at the hand and whispers, closing her eyes. “Come on, don’t do that…”

Sana frowns, slipping her hand away.

“Why can’t I touch you anymore?”

“Sana, come on—“

“It was one night.” Pleads the hamster hybrid. “I told you, it meant nothing. We were drunk—“

“You were on the clock.”

“Tzuyu was too!” Sana turns defensive. “It wasn’t just my mistake, alright? She was on the clock too.”

“Just—“ Nayeon steps back, rubbing her head. “Put a rush on the DNA, and don’t- mention that again.”

Sana frowns tightly. But, she slowly nods her head in agreement. “I’ll…tell Jihyo any of my findings.”

—

“That’s your fifth cup.”

Nayeon slides the drink away, eyes flitting to Myoui Mina. “Mina—“ She sighs, setting the drink down. “Is this an intervention over my coffee habits?”

“No, but that is your fourth cup.”

“So?”

“So..” The snow leopard hybrid slips off the table, wandering behind Nayeon and resting her hands on her shoulders. “Go home.”

“What?”

“I heard Jihyo tried to send you home early at the crime scene too,” Mina whispers softly. “Does she know you’re even here, right now?”

“…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Her languid tail sways, gently hitting against the floor due to its length. Nayeon softens in her touch and says nothing for a few, long moments, before finally— she releases a sigh. “Okay, fine. I’ll head home.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Would I lie to you?”

“Yes.”

“Well I’m not,” Nayeon grumbled, disgruntled by how quick she agreed. “I need to eat anyway, and sober up this caffeine.”

Mina gazes at her, before nodding and moving away. “I’ll let you go then. When you come back tomorrow, we’ll tell you the lab results.”

“…” Nayeon eyed the floor but nodded curtly. “See you then.”

—

Nayeon did not go home.

In fact, she’d wounded up back in the room where it happened— staring at the blood stained carpet. There was a ‘why’ that was nagging her. Why here? It was so public, the hotel itself was booked that night. Why her? The unsub hadn’t shown any relationship to…anyone really.

The constant questions looped in Nayeon’s brain as she crouched, surveying the floor quietly.

The soft pit pat of water from the sink dropped down the drain filled her ears, along with her occasional breaths. The hotel had been shut down- condemned even, for the time being. The only people here were police officers on the roof, and some outside in order to keep people away.

“Damn.” Nayeon sighed, standing up and shaking her head. That coffee was slowly wearing off, a tiredness taking over her. She paused to close her eyes— resting her head in her hand.

Everything was so quiet.

The water.

The city.

The quiet humming from the bed.

Wait-

“You know, I really enjoy this game of cat and mouse we play.”

Nayeon’s hands are quick, reaching for her gun and pointing it at the unsub but— her gun isn’t there. You are. On the bed, relaxing casually- tail gently swaying as you spun the black pistol around playfully.

Nayeon’s shoulders hesitate to drop as an embarrassed hue rests on her cheeks. How did she not notice you here? How did she not feel her gun being slipped from its holder?

“How did you-“

“The door was open.”

“There are agents downstairs—“

“Are there?” You cock your head and a sort of dread settles in the pit of Nayeon’s stomach. “I didn’t see any.”

The bunny shifts- ears lowering. “What did you do to them?”

“What do you think?”

“You’re a monster—“

“I’m a realist.” With a shrug of your shoulders you’re on your feet, walking over to Nayeon and circling her like prey. The bunny trembles. “Be real, a minute, Detective Im. Half of those men probably weren’t good people anyway.”

“They had families—“

“So did every serial killer, like me.” The way you spoke, icy yet controlled- it rolled a shiver through the brunette. “Yet, here we are.”

A scoff bubbles up. “Are you trying to relate to other humans right now? You’ve killed eight!”

“Yeah and if you keep talking you’ll be the ninth.”

Nayeon’s hands stiffened, clenching at her sides. You’ve shifted behind her now- making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “…what do you want from me?”

“Why do you assume I want something?”

“Because I should be dead already, and I’m not.”

“Maybe I like toying with my prey?”

“Typical fox-“

“Watch your tongue.” Your body pressed suddenly into the back of hers- and Nayeon’s breath hitched instantly. A smirk tugged on your lips. “Oh?”

Nayeon grit her teeth. “Stop-“

“Stop what?” The gun raised— softly pressing against Nayeon’s throat and tracing downward as she pushed her head up. “You’re the one getting flushed over a few touches.”

“No i’m not—“

“Really?”

The gun's barrel dragged down slowly, resting atop Nayeon’s shirt. It made the bunny suck in a breath — her hand jumping to grab your wrist as her ears flinched.

Your free hand laid gently on Nayeon’s waist. “Such a pretty bunny,” You cooed. “It would be a shame to let you go to waste…”

“What are you going to do, then?”

Your lips quirk. “What do you want me to do?”

Nayeon’s body shivers. She swallows thickly, feeling a conflicted amount of wanting your touch but also wanting to push away from it. Despite it all, Nayeon glares back, feeling the gun tugging her shirt down. “This changes nothing,” She whispers softly- body softening. “I’m still me. E-Even if..”

“Even if what?”

She looks down— shoulders going slack and gently easing her jacket off. “…Even if I like it.”

Your tail sways and then curls around her— the gun being tossed away as your hands move to her shirt and pull it up and off— lips coming down like a hot iron against her skin. Nayeon whimpers, eyes shutting as warm, wet kisses are placed across her jaw and down her juncture— a teasing nibble following.

“S-Shit—“

Your hands move to her jeans— greedily unbuckling them and stuffing your hand down. Nayeon had bucked forward— gently falling on all fours on the bed as you pressed into her from behind. Her tiny tail wagged the second your fingers made contact with her slick— a soft whine falling.

Oh, how it excited you.

Your tail wagged excitedly. “You’re so wet..” Your voice was low and soft, as your middle and ring fingers pressed together and found Nayeon’s clit— rubbing slowly.

Nayeon grit her teeth. “..f-fuck-“

“Such a potty mouth..” Your free hand slipped to hers— your body more so covering hers as you laced your hand with hers and guided your hips slowly against her. “Be good, little omega…”

The bunny whimpered.

“Don’t act like you aren’t one too- I can s-smell it on you-“

“Heh, yet here we are.” You purposely let your fingers pinch her clit, rolling it slowly and watching as shivers coated her body.

“Fuck-“ She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “I don’t even know your name-“

“As if I’d tell you that, Detective Im.” You chuckled in her ear, softly nibbling down on the long fluffy appendage. Nayeon was like a river at that- gushing more slick to coat your fingers. “You dirty girl, you liked that-“

“Don’t s-speak to me in such a manner-“ A sharp whine left her- your fingers rubbing through her folds and to her entrance. “W-Wait-“

“What’s wrong, bunny?” You nuzzled her ear, grinning. “Overwhelmed?”

“G-God…” Nayeon squeezes her eyes shut, head spinning as your fingers swiftly enter her, a groan tumbling from your lips.

“Just like that, bunny,” You husked, slipping your fingers in and out of her cunt- feeling it stretch slightly around your knuckles in an almost hypnotic way. “God damn..”

Nayeon moans, a pretty noise, and leans down- shyly resting her head on the pillow and looking back at you- cheeks flushed and a parang leaving her lips as she’s fucked. It’s a beautiful sight; having this well known detective on her knees and submissively getting her little pussy pounded by your fingers- and while you wanted to fully enjoy it, you knew she’d have you like this pretty soon too.

“O-Oh, fucking hell…” Nayeon bucked her hips— feeling your fingers practically caress her inner walls, as your thumb slipped to play with her achy clit too. She hated to admit it, but you knew full well what you were doing. “F-Fuck I’m gonna—“

It hit her like a damn brick— her body spasming as your fingers curled inside expertly. A wave of her scent hit the room, and you smirked triumphantly— greedily leaning in and sniffing. The sweet peony scent was maddeningly addictive and nearly drove you insane.

Nayeon panted, trying to regain herself before she was suddenly flipped over- your fingers leaving her and moving to tug her shoes, pants, and underwear off completely. Nayeon flushed. “H-Hey—!”

You stopped, meeting her gaze and-

Nayeon’s heart fluttered. “…b-be more gentle..”

“Hm,” You nodded wordlessly, reaching up and slipping her shirt up and off. Her pale skin was revealed and you reveled in it— leaning in and kissing at the expanse of her stomach. Nayeon trembled- head going back as your warm lips came again to her skin. God, it was all so overwhelming, and she was still twitching post-orgasm.

“So fucking soft…” Your voice came, lips trailing up to her covered breasts. They weren’t covered for long— not when you reached back and undid her bra— pulling it from her and practically burying your face in her chest. The warmth of her body made you groan, and Nayeon’s hand shot to lace in your hair when your lips met her stiffened nipples- a needy moan leaving her lips.

“F-Fuck..”

Her chest practically preened closer to your lips, warming up under your tongue's gentle assault. Licking, biting, sucking- you did it all.

And Nayeon was merely taking it all, ears flat as she pressed more and more into your touch. When you pulled away, she whined, the cold air attacking her chest instantly. “P-Please-“

Her hips raised again.

What a needy bunny.

Your hands reached lazily in your back pocket- fishing out a bit of rope, and the sight of Nayeon’s eyes comically widening just about made you laugh. You were swift, as any fox would be, in prying her arms apart and lacing them to the bannisters, doing the same with her legs until she was on display for you.

“There we go,” You pulled away, admiring your work with a slight smirk. “You almost look pretty like this~”

“F-Fuck you..” Nayeon whispered, though her hips still raised desperately.

You raised a brow. “I mean, you can, if you behave.”

Nayeon shut up quickly.

“There’s a good bunny…” Your kisses were back, trailing down her tummy. Your hands stretched to rub her pretty thighs, teasing her. Nayeon was heavily overstimulated; her nipples were hard and aching from being wet and cold due to the air, and her aching core was clenching around nothing- aching to be filled again.

Her need forced her scent out again, which you greedily drank up.

“That’s it,” Your voice husked. “Scent the room up. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are…”

Oh god.

Why’d you have to talk to her like that?

You had to know it got a girl like her going—

“God, you’re fucking soaked— you liked that, didn’t you?” You scoff— when did you get down there?!

Your head was right near her cunt- breath fanning over her folds and making her attempt to shimmy closer with all her might. Just the sight of you down there— fuck, it drove her insane. Your ears pinned back, those puppy eyes looking at her, that tail swaying behind you so teasingly…

Maybe foxes weren’t that bad.

“Please,” Nayeon whispered, voice softened as she raised her hips. “I-I need you…”

God.

“You’re such a desperate thing, it’s really quite pathetic.” Your voice drawled, hand teasing her by rubbing right near her core but never touching it. Nayeon felt hate and desire burn. You were pissing her off but you were also turning her on so fucking much.

Finally, your lips parted and Nayeon’s head fell back again, tail eagerly wagging under her as your tongue swirled her aching clit. “Fuck…” She cursed, pressing up into your mouth.

Languid, almost lazy, slicks of your tongue made her damn near see stars. The feeling of it rolling through her folds so teasingly, that achy feeling swelling up in her stomach as you practically played with her— Jesus. You were so, so good.

“Mmph..fuck—“ The brunette whimpered, rolling up into your mouth as-

“Who’s up here?”

Nayeon stilled.

As did you.

Nayeon knew that voice. Damnit, damnit, damnit — that nosy raccoon!

“Hey wait-“ A sniff. “Nayeon? Are you in here?” The knob jiggled and tried to open but- when was the door even shut? When was it locked?

You looked up from her cunt— shrugging and lapping again. Oh god. You couldn’t be serious. “H-Hey wait-“ Nayeon whispered, panicked. “D-Don’t do that—!”

“Huh? Are you okay?”

Fuck fuck fuck—

“I-I’m fine..! Just- go home Momo!” Nayeon winced— not because she just lied to her best friend, but because the ruthless killer between her legs had just thrusted her tongue is side. “Oh fuck..”

“Nayeon?? I’m really worried— Why are you in here?” Momo tugged the door again. “And why is the door locked? You know you’re not supposed to lock crime scenes when—“

“D-Damnit, Momo, go home!” A shout.

The door stopped.

Even you raised a brow, impressed by the bunny as your tail swayed- tongue fucking in and out of her. She was getting more wet. Turned on by her friend being nearby? How interesting…

“L-Look I-“ Nayeon sighs, biting her lip and bucking into your mouth. “Jihyo will worry if you don’t head home soon—“

“But what about you?”

Nayeon almost wanted to groan, but if she did it would come out 100% as a moan and blow her cover. “I-I…ah..fuck, I’m okay— go home-“

There seemed to be hesitance, but the sound of Momo shuffling away could be heard. You pulled away then, smirking up at her. “Dirty bunny, you liked that, huh?”

“S-Shut up—“

“You got so wet…~”

Nayeon glared in her flush, and you chuckled, leaning in and pushing your tongue back in- watching her instantly buck up- tugging against her ropes greedily. “P-Please—“

“Mm,” You noises into her cunt, eyes narrowing as your tail wagged quicker. Nayeon was getting close again, you could feel it— and her scent was getting much, much thicker.

“I-I’m…!”

You change quickly, shifting to pull your tongue out and sit up, replacing it with your fingers and pounding back into her. “Good girl, fuck..you’re so fucking dirty—“ The lewd words and even lewder noises bounced off the walls, sending Nayeon into a needy spiral. How were you so damn good?

“Come on, cum for me…”

And she did.

Blindingly so.

Like a hot iron had been dropped, Nayeon came with a jolt— legs softly spasming and a loud moan falling as her head fell all the way back and—

Click!

Her eyes opened. A camera was poised in your hand, a smirk on your lips as the little polaroid pushed its way out.

“W-Where did—“

“Just a keepsake~ Now, don’t get too distracted, it’s my turn.”

—

“What’s wrong with you?” Jeongyeon squinted, pup ears pressed down as Nayeon fell into her seat the next morning. The pup’s nose turned up. “God- what is that scent?”

“I…”

Nayeon reached up and ran a hand through her hair, gulping and shaking her head. “It’s nothing, get to work.” She looked down at her desk, gently opening her drawer and— shoving it shut.

The noise made Momo jostle across her. “Hey- What was that about?”

“Nothing-!”

But the bunny was fully redfaced.

How did you-

When did you-

Sitting in her drawer was the polaroid, a little note written on the bottom.

‘Catch me if you can, Miss Im~’

[nanamincreampie]

Mistletoe Mischief

Gojo Satoru x Black plus size reader

Warnings: Teasing, Fingering, Oral sex (female receiving), P in V, Semi-Public settings, Praise kink, Doggy style, Consensual- Power Dynamic

The office was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of papers and the soft hum of a distant heater. You were perched on Gojo’s desk, sorting through a stack of files while he leaned casually against the doorframe, watching you with that ever-present mischievous smirk.

“Y’know,” he drawled, pushing off the wall and strolling toward you, “I can think of a million things I’d rather be doing right now than paperwork.”

You raised a brow, already knowing where this was going. “Let me guess. Is annoying me at the top of that list?”

“Annoying you?” He feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his chest. “You wound me, sweetheart. I’m trying to spread a little holiday cheer.”

Your eyes flicked to the sprig of mistletoe dangling conveniently above the desk. You hadn’t noticed it earlier, but of course, Gojo somehow managed to sneak it into the room without you realizing it.

“Let me guess,” you said dryly, nodding toward the mistletoe. “This is your idea of holiday cheer?”

He grinned, his cerulean eyes sparkling with mischief as he stepped closer, invading your personal space. “It’s tradition,” he said simply, as though that explained everything.

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a teasing, featherlight kiss that left you chasing after him when he pulled back. His smirk widened, clearly enjoying how easily he could fluster you.

“Gojo—”

“Ah, ah,” he interrupted, touching your lips. “It’s Satoru tonight, baby. Now, where were we?”

This time, he didn’t hold back. His lips captured yours in a kiss that was anything but innocent. His tongue swept across your bottom lip, coaxing you to open for him, and when you did, he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you flush against him.

You gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you down on the desk with a little more force than necessary, scattering papers everywhere. His hands found your thighs, spreading them so he could step between them, his body pressing intimately against yours.

“You look so good sitting there,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and teasing. “Like a little gift just waiting to be unwrapped.”

His words sent a rush of heat straight to your core, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched. His smirk returned as he leaned down, trailing kisses along your jawline and down the column of your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Satoru,” you breathed, your hands threading into his hair as he nipped at your collarbone.

“Hm?” he hummed, his hands sliding up beneath your sweater to tease the soft skin of your waist. “Say it again. I like the way you say my name.”

He pulled your sweater up and over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him before his lips returned to your skin. His hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. The sensation had you arching into his touch, and Gojo chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his lips trailing down to press kisses to the tops of your breasts. “I wonder how much more I can get out of you tonight.”

When he unhooked your bra and tossed it aside, his lips immediately found one nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before sucking lightly. His other hand teased your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, and the combination of sensations made you whimper.

“Such sweet little sounds,” he said, his voice dripping with praise. “I want to hear more.”

His hands moved to the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down along with your panties in one swift motion. He dropped to his knees in front of you, spreading your thighs wide to expose you completely. His gaze darkened as he looked up at you, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, his voice filled with admiration and hunger. “And I’ve barely touched you.”

The first swipe of his tongue through your folds had you gripping the edge of the desk, your head falling back as a moan escaped your lips. He worked you over with precision, his tongue swirling and flicking over your clit in a way that had your thighs trembling.

“Satoru,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He groaned against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body. His fingers joined in, sliding inside you with ease, curling just right to hit the spot that made you see stars.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice muffled against you. “Let go for me, baby. Let me see how good I can make you feel.”

The coil of pleasure tightened, and when it snapped, it was overwhelming. Your body shook as a gush of warmth spilled from you, coating his hand and chin. Gojo groaned, pulling back just enough to admire the sight of you trembling in the aftermath of your release.

“Damn,” he said, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before standing. “You’re even prettier when you come undone.”

He didn’t give you a chance to recover before he was kissing you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips. His hands worked quickly, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding his pants until he was just as bare as you.

He lifted you off the desk, turning you around and bending you over it, his hands gripping your hips as he lined himself up with you. The first thrust had you crying out, the stretch and fullness overwhelming in the best way.

Gojo didn’t hold back, his pace relentless as he drove into you, his hands gripping your hips to pull you back against him with every thrust. His voice was low and breathless as he murmured praises in your ear.

“Such a good girl,” he said, his tone dripping with affection and lust. “Taking me so well.”

The night stretched on, filled with heated kisses, playful teasing, and unrestrained passion. Gojo wasn’t content until he had you trembling and breathless beneath him, begging for more as he explored every inch of your body.

When you finally collapsed into his arms, utterly spent and sated, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and smirked down at you.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft but full of mischief. “Hope you’re ready for round two.”

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

RIOFY Gift Exchange

Heyyyyy @stephiethewephie I gotchyu girlie!!! I hope you have a very merry Christmas!!

Summary: Yuu very vaguely explains Christmas to Heartshackle, who then take it upon themselves to do the best they can with what little info they get to bring Yuu's holiday to TWST.

"What's Christmas?" Grim asked, happily licking his paws clean of tuna.

You hummed with a bit of awkwardness - you hadn't really meant to bring it up, but with three pairs of expectant eyes on you, you couldn't exactly wave it off.

You washed your hands and the can opener, waving your hand a bit dismissively.

"It's a holiday we have back home around this time of year. Thought you guys might celebrate it here too, apparently not." You tried not to let the dismay creep into your voice, but scheming glances were exchanged behind your back.

Ace spoke up first, throwing his hands behind his head and grinning. "Who would want to celebrate a holiday named after a guy named Chris? Sounds pretty boring to me."

Deuce shot him a dirty look at first, but smiled a little awkwardly just as you turned. "I think what he means to say is we'd like to hear more about it."

An amused sigh left you as you shrugged a bit. "Well it's not named after a guy named Chris, for starters, but that's a whole can of beans we're not even going to bother opening. Christmas is just...kind of like any other holiday? You decorate a tree, have treats, hang out with family and friends, exchange gifts...you know. Holiday-y." You waved your hand a bit dismissively again, as if trying to ward off the incoming wave of homesickness.

"It's not like it really matters." You managed a small smile, moving to pick up Grim and hold him, more for a source of comfort than anything, but he didn't fight you on it. "You guys are going home for Winter Break, so Grim and I can host our own mini celebration with the ghosts."

Grim moved to nuzzle his face against yours as you headed towards the stairs, the Heartslaybul duo left with a mission and minimal information.

Before you and Grim completely left their sight, Grim managed to sneak a wink and a thumbs up to the two boys at the bottom of the staircase, a silent promise to try and get you to talk more.

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What a miserable day

For starters, you had woken up to Grim having given himself a fur-cut that he demanded you evened out. You hadn't bothered asking how he had managed to do it, at this point one Grim-related mishap in the morning was standard. But on top of his demanding attitude, he refused to let you even LOOK down the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, covering your eyes and instructing you when you were at the last two steps to 'not peek'. You would have investigated further if you weren't already late.

Despite it being the last day of term, Trein snuck in a pop quiz, and Crewel had somehow already managed to mark the finals you had written yesterday, and your mark was below what you had been aiming for.

Your friends, for whatever reason, refused to hang out as a group today which only served to make your mood worse. It just didn't feel right when two people were always missing, and it felt like it was just amounting to some trouble they were trying to keep from you noticing.

With Grim running off ahead of you at the dismissal bell, you weren't exactly in high spirits as you trudged through ankle deep snow, socks wet and cold, all the way to Ramshackle in weather you really weren't prepared for.

You followed what was obviously Grims's little paw prints in the snow, all the way back to Ramshackle, hands shivering slightly as you reached for your keys, only to realize they weren't where they were supposed to be.

Right. Of course. Grim would have taken them if he ran ahead.

You sighed wearily, wanting nothing more than to go to bed and crash until the end of break as the door creaked open.

"SURPRISE"

You startled as warm light flooded your senses, and the voices of your closest friends rang out from the hallway in front of you.

It took a moment to process, but in the time it took for you to register the ragtag team of first years in front of you, one of them had already casted magic to dry you off and warm you up.

Epel came forward, shoving a warm cup of apple cider into your hands as he wrapped an arm around you and welcomed you into your own home, Grim hopping up onto your shoulder and nuzzling his face against yours.

"Myahaha whatchya think hench-human? Does it look like you imagined it, or even bettah?!"

Deuce ruffled Grim's fur as he moved to stand next to you, looking equal parts hopeful and awkward. "We tried our best, hopefully it's kind of like home."

Your livingroom was bathed in soft glow-y stringlights, the fireplace roaring. There were mismatched pairs of regular, every day socks placed on top of the mantle. The hallway that Grim had previously prevented you from entering had a large pine tree drawn, in crayon, on the wall with paper decorations on it. The smell of something...VERY ginger-y, (and maybe a little burnt) came from the kitchen. There were popcorn garlands hung across the rafters, and a small stack of presents sitting in the very middle of the room.

The cherry on top, was Ortho floating towards you with a glass of...something, that he seemed confused about.

"I attempted to make eggnog but....I think even with following all the instructions I did something wrong."

With the influx of emotions provoked by the whole, messy, chaotic, put-together-in-love thing, you couldn't help a small tearful giggle as a chunk of scrambled egg floated to the top of what could only be considered "spiced milk" at this point.

Ace seemed to notice immediately, taking the glass gently from Ortho and hugging around your shoulders to turn you around for a moment.

"Come on guys, it was a long day today, at least give'm the chance to get comfortable before they join the festivities." He casually handed off the too-eggy-eggnog to Jack, gently leading you towards the stairs so that you'd have access to your room. "And somebody go check on the gingerbread!"

He only paused once you were both just out of sight of the main group, dropping his "chill" facade.

"You okay? We thought it might be nice to have a taste of home but...sorry if we butchered it or...or something." He rubbed the back of his neck, pouting just slightly as he looked off to the side. "It was my idea so if it sucks, I can just tell'em you weren't feeling well cuz of the cold or something."

You laughed softly and shook your head, wiping your eyes as you hugged him, catching him slightly off guard.

"No Ace. No, this is perfect. Thank you."

He was quiet for a moment, before wrapping his arms around you as well.

"Well good. Because you deserve it. Happy Christmas, Yuu."

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Hope you liked it!!! Have a very merry Christmas!

Taglist: @nemisisnemi @distant-velleity @elenauaurs @lumdays @starry-night-rose @fluffle-writes @my-cursed-brain @theleechyskrunkly

[goofyjelly]

So it turns out everyone just hopes to God you're failing And if you claim that you eat my words Then take this as a warning Nothing around here fucking works We're just flat-out boring We're all apes with a diary book And corporate reads your pages

- Wilbur Soot, Melatonin 130