#so thats why he has a little cut on his cheek here

[nibbelraz]

"It was so infuriating.

And so unfair."

"Even though they were both Luo Binghe... For what reason had that one been able to meet this sort of Shen Qingqiu"

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"banter, baby!!" ft. the monster trio!

you know sometimes sexual tension turns into petty fights ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader set-up: you knows and he knows and everyone on the fucking crew knows what is up between you two but instead of fucking it out (as you should), you both decide that it's banter time! warnings: petty insults, pettier them, pettiest you m.list

luffy:

- was luffy easygoing? yes. was he friends with almost everyone? yes. but was he also a dumbass who started to fight if he felt like it? also yes. - you're not sure how it started to be very honest, maybe you told him off and asked him to leave some food behind for the rest of the crew - that explained how the captain of the ship: strawhat luffy of the strawhat pirates, a man with an immense amount of bounty atop his head sat pouting in front of you with his arms crosses - that also explained why you also sat with your arm crossed, staring him dead in the eye - "luffy." you hiss, "stop being a baby and apologize." he looks appalled, "you stop being a baby and apologize." "you alMOST ATE ENOUGH FOOD FOR LIKE 8 PEOPLE FOR FUCKS SAKE?!" he looks solemn as he whispers, "a growing child has his needs" - what????? - you fold your arms tighter against yourself, causing your cleavage to be more prominent to his keen eyes, "you know somebody who looks at you wouldn't ever realize you're ace's brother." he pouts more, voice whiny now, "what does that mean?" "i mean he's so thoughtful and charming and a sensible human being and look at you, sharp as a butter knife!!" "YOU TAKE THAT BACK. I LIKE BUTTER!" - WHAT???? - "you're impossible." "uh-huh, uh-huh and i'm about to become more impossible now." "wha-" - dragged you to his room and showed you how impossible he can be

zoro:

- yeah, roronoa zoro was your sparring partner. yeah, one can say that you were a little bit mesmerized everytime his muscles rippled against his tight t-shirt. yeah, maybe you were drooling just a little - that shouldn't distract everyone from the fact that he was a smug, cocky asshole when sparring (its like you've been training since the age of eleven, stfu zoro) - "tch, yn. you can do better than that you know?" you hold back obscenities, narrowing your eyes, "shut up, how about that?" - he's sheathing the swords, standing against the deck with his arms crossed over his broad chest. he doesn't seem to have broken a sweat. a light hand runs through his cropped hair and he gives you a lazy smile, "you're quite weak, you know?" - he laughs a bit at your fuming state, finding some amusement in the way your cheeks burned an you held onto the dagger more tightly "you're pissing me off." your experienced hands throw the dagger at him, aiming for his head "am i?" his smile broadens as he catches the blade in his hands. he twists the blade on his palm, eying you leisurely, "maybe you should redirect all that anger into trying to land a blow on me, how about that?" - "you know, zoro." you plaster on a fake smile, "i have often heard a rumor about you" "what kind of rumor?" "ahh, just that you have a fourth sword." your smile drops, "just didn't know that sword was stuck up your ass." - his face fell for a second and then a smug smile crept across his face. his calloused hands found your wrist, leading you upto his room "how about we fact-check your rumor?" - uh lets say he does have a fourth sword. thats all.

sanji:

- honest to god, you had come here to help him prepare food. was he supposed to just be your cooking partner? yes. but were your eyes running over his flexing forearms as he hiked his shirt sleeves and cut something up? also yes. was it getting too hot here and you knew it wasn't even because of the food? also yes. - you were stirring the pot as sanji hovered behind you, his hand reached into the cabinet above you and momentarily, you were stuck between the stove and his body - and it's making you feel things - "sanji" you spoke abruptly, "get away from me, please." "huh?" he backed away, an apology ready on the tip of his tongue - maybe the blush on your cheek was evident because his expression changed from apologetic to smug. - he inched in closer, "oh, im sorry, my love" "stop it, stop getting so close to me" "oh, why? something wrong?" he drawled out "no, you just smell like fish right now. that's why, move it." - now why would you say that - he just chuckles, "you know, i am a cook, so i would smell like food. why? wanna devour me?" "no." you mumble nervously, "if anything, i am allergic to fish." - why would you say that again??? - "trust me, darling, you should give it a shot. maybe you'd like the taste?" he winked at the last statement - that night, you did give it a shot - maybe the cook is as delicious as the food he makes

a/n: listen to me, i just know sanji's banter will be straight-up flirting, i dont make the rules. hope you enjoyed lmao m.list

[sirxlla]

Non-Emergencies

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Warnings: Fluff, use of Y/N

Prompt: Your Grandma calls 911 to flirt with the firefighters

Notes: Female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Your grandma needed a little extra help around the house after her hip replacement so you, your mother and father were taking care of her. Currently you were on Grandma duty for the next six hours.

"You should see the firefighters at the station near here, they are just the cutest and the one with the little mark above his eyebrow? Oh, you'd really like him."

You left her alone for five minutes while you got the Uber Eats order and she had already made the call to 911. She put the phone down like she hadn't just commited a crime so of course you expected that maybe she'd called a friend or answered the phone or something, something really benign.

"LAFD, Ma'am are you alright." The 118 had seen your grandmother before, she was a 'frequent flyer' is what they called her. She did often call when she was lonely or couldn't understand how to turn on the tv but she secretly wanted company or to oogle the men.

"Grandma, Why's the fire department here?" You asked with shock and a tad bit of annoyance.

"Is that who I called?" She acted innocent and again like it isnt a crime to call the fire department for nothing.

"That is who you called, Ms. Dotty." Eddie spoke to her and did a check to make sure she's fine cause he has to.

"She's fi-" You started but your grandma interrupted.

"My hearts a little fast but maybe thats just cause of you." The seventy year old flirted with the brunette man.

"Well, arent you a charming showstopper as always, Ms. Dotty." Eddie replied back.

"She doesnt even need anythin-" You start to tell the other man before looking up at him, he had the mark near his eyebrow like she said and god was he beautiful, a killer smile, his hair a bit curly and his eyes were like seas of endles-

"Yeah, we kinda figured but we don't mind checkin up on her." Buck interrupts your thoughts with and you felt weak in your knees as soon as his smile widened.

"Evan Buckley but you can call me Buck if you like, everyone else does." He reached out his hand.

Naturally, due to Buck being insanely charming you were already blushing which caused your grandma to wink at you when Eddie wasn't looking.

"You okay? You seem a little flushed." He retracted his hand and asked you with concern.

"No, I'm good I promise." Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks or the smile of embarrassment that was quickly fighting it's way to your face.

"I heard you boys needed volunteers for the Christmas thing you guys are putting on for the kiddos. I'm sure my granddaughter would love to help out." Your grandma kept trying to play wing-woman for you.

"Well we really do need another woman to help us out and I think she'd be perfect. Can I get your number and I'll just text you the details." Buck said in a slightly flirty tone.

"I wouldnt wanna be a both-"

"Her number is 424-555-7652. Her names Y/N but most people call her Ducky." Your grandma wrote it down and handed it to Evan.

"Awe, Buck and Duck." Eddie starts before their pagers went off with an actual call that wasnt a grandma wanting to flirt with firefighters.

"Well it was lovely to see you, Ms. Dotty!" Eddie packs up the med kit and gets ready to get out of there.

"I'll give you a call, Ducky." Buck says with a blush as he bolts out of there after Eddie.

"I don't know if I should be mad at you or not, Grandma." Still trying to hife the blush or how your eyes had memorized every part of Buck's face.

"I told you he was cute, they both are. If I was younger, I bet the brunette would go for me." Your grandma said with a smirk and a rather large amount of confidence.

"Yeah, I'm sure he would." You laugh a bit, she's always been a little bit of a minx and it was clear that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

-> Masterlist <-

[bunnyinvanilla]

HII SWEATHEART

me again i hope i am not bothering you but i love your writing and you seem to be so so sweet and kind!! what about reader hearing someone at the bar or other place talking bad about Price and she goes to defend him in a very cute way but the person end up being very rude to her and she has to hold her tears?

again love the way you write never stop!

oh teddy bear you could never bother me promise you if anything im flattered by your kind n nice words thank you so so much muffin !! i think God has put me into this world to be kind and sweet with everyone, being kind is what i love doing the most <333 thank you for this req i just love this idea smmmm ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

🥧 | sugar daddy!john price x sugar baby fem! reader, laaarge age gap, john is in his 40s n reader is 21, rude ppl :(, crybaby reader, little defending her dd?? ughhhh

that costumer was a bit too loud for your taste, his voice rising above the gentle conversations around him. He had a beer in his hand and an annoyed look on his face as he vented to his friend,

“yeah, the owner’s only good at scaring people away from his own bar, acting like he’s on the field all the time, can’t do this, can’t do that, a washed up grump that keeps barking orders like he owns the damn whole town”

you froze mid-wipe, the little cloth pressed tight between your fingers and the wooden countertop, as you carefully looked over your shoulder, towards those men — his voice was a bit too loud for your liking, his words a bit too offensive.

”he’s so arrogant too, its a surprise he doesn’t shoot people for even looking at him,”

John? your, John?

your eyes softened, and your poor, gentle heart sank upon hearing those people talk so meanly about your man :( especially when they couldn’t be more distant from the truth.

they didn’t lie when they said that it was easier to defend someone you loved and cared about, than yourself, which is why you straightened your back, placed the cloth on the side and filled a glass with water, aiming towards their table.

“excuse me,” wearing your most polite, nicest costumer smile, although you could feel it falter on your lips, you placed a glass of water down on their table, “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation and…thats not nice, he could be here and hear you, you know?”

the man took a slow deep of his beer, giving you a disinterested look, before smirking behind his glass and lowering it.

“oh, I see,” he said with a sarcastic lilt. “You’re one of those, huh? Gold diggers, defending the old man.” He leaned back, crossing his arms. “let me guess…some big, tough man that pays you to be nice with him, just because he can shoot a gun and bark orders doesn’t make him a good person, or a hero”

your sweet smile dropped and you blinked, your chest tightening. You hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t expected to be ridiculed—especially when all you wanted to do was stand up for him, gently, even.

your cheeks burned red with embarrassment, and you could feel your throat constricting, but you held your ground, forcing yourself to speak and maintaining a well mannered voice.

“I—I’m not a gold digger, and- you don’t even know him..you really should be careful about judging someone without even knowing who they are, especially when you’re coming to his bar”

the man rolled his eyes and scoffed. “please, save me the lecture, darling. That man has become filthy rich working with the americans, and when he gets back here he acts like a hero of the country, he should just retire soon, we only come here cause the liquor is old and expensive, just like him”

you stood there, trying to keep your composure, but the words cut deeper than you expected — a lump formed in your throat, and you could feel the sting of tears threatening to escape, you were never good at handling emotions or conversations, the the slightest rude word made you cry.

“he works in the military to protect people, and he’s not a bad man, that’s just- that’s rude, why can’t you just be nice? he’s just doing his job, and he helps people in need-“

“did he pay you to say that too, it only took one slip to his bed, right?”

that’s what you did when you felt like you couldn’t keep up with talking anymore, you ran — without waiting for another response, you turned away, walking back to the bar, frustration sparking off every step of your heels.

why was confronting people so hard? it didn’t surprise you that you only felt safe with John around

the lump in your throat tightened, and before everyone could see the promise of tears being revealed on your soft, kind face, you walked down towards his office, but felt a large hand on your waist, stopping you.

you whipped around, your heart racing.

it was John.

“hey, hey, doll, what’s going on?” he let his eyes dart worriedly around your weary face, tilting his head to peer down at your teary expression — his rough, yet gentle tone cut through the emotional fog that had settled over you “why are you crying, my love?”

you blinked, trying to steady yourself, but your vision blurred with unshed tears. His eyes softened as he stepped closer, his large hands resting on your shoulders.

“did someone say something?” he asked, his voice lowered, sounding more protective, you could hear the slight tone of warning and threat towards whoever might have made you cry. 

a single tear slipped down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away, embarrassed. But John didn’t seem bothered by it — he’d learned peoples’ different body languages throughout the years, especially yours, his little girl expressed herself through tears, it was his role as a caregiver to read behind the delicate pearls.  

“they were saying mean stuff about you, sir, didn’t like that, just wanted to…to defend you, that’s it, but they thought i was a gold digger and..other things that I don’t wan’ you to hear,”

he quickly caught a silent tear with his thumb, wiping it away and pressing his hand against your cheek “angel, you don’t have to fight my battles, I assure you I don’t care about anyone’s opinion, couldn’t care less, princess, im a grown man,”

“but its unfair, i hate when people say mean things about others…you always treat me so well and they don’t know it, you weren’t even there to say something”

he cooed down at you, the tiniest hint of a small smile tilting his mustache upwards “oh sweetheart, i appreciate it, im honored to be defended by such a cute, loyal bunny, mmh??” he scratched your chin with two fingers, making you smile softly between your tears, and wipe your cheeks, still sniffling, finally feeling comfortable enough to let the faucet running.

“let daddy handle this, I sure as heck don’t fuckin’ care about what others say, love, too old to mind, only care about this pretty thing right here” he lifted his fingers, pushing your chin upwards and giving your nose a little kiss “no more tears for daddy, got it? he can take care of himself,”

you nodded, he exuded control and authority all the time, like nothing ever touched him, and with yet another kiss on your lips this time, slow and firm, he tilted his head towards his office. “wait for daddy there, aight? I’ve ordered some apple cider to try and sell at the bar, for people with health issues that can’t drink alcohol. Go try it and tell daddy if it’s good, okay?”

you almost let your chin wobble again at how thoughtful the idea was, but only nodded again, reaching up to give him another kiss before slipping to his office like a hopping rabbit.

john straightened his back, cracking his neck, his bones emitting a sound he didn’t like. With a serious, unimpressed look, he strolled down towards the tables, his eyes finally finding those two men.

simon and gaz had warned him about some bastards making his missus cry, that’s why you didn’t found him in the office, he’d been looking for you.

without saying a word, he appeared behind them, and clasped his hands tight against the back of their necks, gripping them in a fake, friendly greeting gesture, using too much force — they almost jumped on their seat, their drinks almost slipping from their hands.

“gentlemen, heard ya were' talkin' 'bout me. If ya so bloodyy' interested in me story, you can ask, I don’t bite, what ya say? maybe ya want to enlist with me? want to feel the drill of a mission, maybe not coming out alive?”

[seaslugfanclub]

Hello! I love your work! Could I request the aftermath of the Losers, Creeps, and Weirdos fic? Specifically, the part where (Y/N) kisses Jafar on the cheek as a thanks for their help and leaves him flushed? I feel like Jafar would be extremely smug and boast about it to the other villains just to have one over them or make them jealous. Pretty please? 😊

Aww thank you!!! And of course! Here’s a cute little blurb of the aftermath! Enjoy!

Traitor!!

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Disney parks has eyes everywhere, so it was no surprise that word of Jafars “heroism” got to the other villains before Jafar could speak for himself.

And let me tell you, the villains were READY to completely tear into Jafar the moment he got back to the Villains living quarters. Everyone was waiting in the common area like some fucked up surprise birthday party. Hades had a mental script of all the insults he’d throw at the sorcerer.

So when Jafar strolled into the room, most of the wind was taken out of the villains sails when they saw the look on his face. The grin stretched across Jafars face could put the Cheshire Cat to shame. He looked liked a seagull who just pulled off the biggest Doritos heist of the century. Ignoring all the glares and confusion, Jafar simply strutted across the room, only stopping when Hades apparated to block his path.

“Stretch face!! I heard of the little— heh, kerfuffle~ you were apart of today with our little attendant!”

“Hmm? Oh you mean that trifle of an issue with (Y/N) and some guest~ Yes, I did save our dear caretaker and that princess from some unsavory brute.” Jafar mused, challenging the god with direct eye contact.

“Ehhh, so the rumors are true! I wouldn’t ‘ave guessed you were— wait just a Peloponnesian minute.” Hades cut himself off, grabbing the sorcerer by the face and turning his head to the side, ignoring Jafars protest.

Hades eyes zeroed in on Jafars cheek, “why is your cheek shimmery?” Taking a finger, Hades swiped the oily shimmer off of the ex-vizier and held up to his nose, taking a sniff.

“And why is it…piña colada scented???”

“Piña colada!? Thats (Y/N)’s favorite lipgloss!” Hook accused, flinching in on himself when everyone turned to give him disturbed looks.

Jafar took that opportunity to break free from Hades grasp, dusting himself off before continuing is way to his room.

“Oh that?? Why that’s simply from (Y/N)’s reward for me saving them. I can see why kisses work, they certainly do awake something~” Jafar chuckled maliciously, quickly escaping the room before he was torn apart by the other villains.

….

“THEY W H A T !?!?”

[chrispotatos]

Fall night - matt sturniolo

warning: smut, p in v sex, fluff if you squint

summary: you invite your bf matt over to watch a movie and get distracted.

a/n: first time writing smut, tips would be very much appreciated 😭

I was sprawled out on my couch scrolling on my phone, waiting for matt to come over so we can watch a movie together.

a halloween movie at that. I personally thought it was the perfect time, it was drizzling, the sun set, and now night, the only source of light was the street light and the moon. the trees were already turning to their brown and orange color like they always do for the autumn time.

I see a message from matt reading 'im 5 minutes away' the response i gave wasn't one that showed i was excited to see him but gosh i was excited to see that man.

'focus on the road!' I sent, cutting my phone off.

i left the couch and went to my kitchen to make some popcorn.

the microwave was going and i zoned out, hearing a knock at the door ended that. i already knew it was matt so i quickly ran over and opened the door smiling filled with so much excitement, so much so that my cheeks started to hurt.

i threw my arms around his neck, his arm wrapping around me reciprocating the embrace, we stayed like that for atleast a minute. i broke away from the hug looking him up and down, happy to see he actually wore the halloween pajamas he swore he wasn't gonna wear.

"I'm so happy you're here!" i said, my words kinda coming out as a high pitched squel. "Im happy to see you, it's been a while since i was here." he walked over to the sofa sitting down, kicking one foot up on the coffee table infront of him.

"yeah cause i always go to your place" i replied.

while he settled down on the couch i got the popcorn bag and poured it into a bowl and got a blanket out of the little basket in my living room.

"so what movie we watchin?" he grinned turning his head to look at me. "a movie.."

he groaned his smile dropping at my response "y/n, it better not be that nightmare shit" he grabbed the remote, hitting the back button to see the movie title.

"It's 'a nightmare on elm street'!" i corrected him and the disrespect he put on my favorite movie.

"yeah, yeah whatever i don't care. why can't we just watch a classic halloween movie" he complained "and that is?" i raise a brow at him.

"hocus pocus."

"fine, we can watch it but you have to actually pay attention"

I say referring to the many times he picked a movie for us to watch, and he never payed attention either sleeping or on his phone.

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we were a few minutes into the movie and i couldn't focus on it at all. my eyes constantly wondering off to matt.

admiring how engrossed he was in the tv, his hair messy but also perfectly laying across his forehead.

something about his being made me crave him. i don't know if it was what he was wearing or his natrual pheromones but he just looked so good.

he caught me staring a couple of times but didn't say anything all he did was smirk and shake his head.

"whats up with you?" he questioned, once he caught me staring again. "uh- nothing" i tensed up, avoiding his eyes. no matter how long I've been with him, he still makes me really nervous.

"thats hard to believe, i caught you staring at me for the 10th time"

"nuh- uh ten times is an exaggeration" i replied getting defensive. he just shook his head again chuckling softly looking back at the movie.

"matt.." 'hm?' he hummed, not turning away from the tv.

i turned his head with my hand to kiss him as a response. this is what i needed and some more, the exhilarating rush i get from his touch has my heart racing.

the kiss was aggressive and messy, making me eager for more. our lips fighting for dominance, he laid me back so he was on top.

his hands explored my body kissing down my neck leaving wet kisses sucking and biting on my neck not hard enough to leave any marks.

our bodies grinded against eachother and I could feel him getting hard through the fabric of his pants.

"Im guessing this is what you wanted?" he breathed, "was it that obvious?" i whispered our faces not far from eachother "really" he gave my lips a little peck.

"You want this angel?" he sat up, looking down on me his eyes burning into me. I nodded in response to his question biting my lip, while also growing impatient from not having his touch.

"words. baby. I need you to use-"

"i need you- soso bad" i interrupted. "need me to do what?" he teased tucking my hair behind my ear waiting for my reply.

"stop teasing." I whined

"im not, i just want to know what my girl wants"

"fuck me please fuck me" i begged, grabbing the hand that was on my hair. "please" i whispered. "thats all you had to say" he replied with that dumb smirk on his face.

--

before i knew it he was tugging my shorts down along with my panties.

his right hand going down to my soaked folds, his middle and ring finger rubbing teasingly around my hole. this sent a shiver through my body, and my hips jolted up for more contact and his left hand was quick to push my hips back down. "shit, y/n you're so wet" he groaned.

I grabbed his hand trying to get his fingers to go inside me but he swats my hand away.

"quit it."

his fingers pressed inside of me "so wet" he repeated, a satisfied moan leaves my mouth at the sudden movements and his thumb rubbing my clit.

matts left hand leaves my hip and brings it to my mouth "open"

i opened my mouth and sucked on his fingers, coating them in my saliva, swirling my tounge around them receiving a hitched breath from matt.

he takes his finger out of my mouth placing it back on my hip when i started trying to grind against his hand.

the digits that were inside of me pace quickened. his fingers quickly pumped in and out of me his slender fingers curling hitting all the right places, making a familiar knot form in my stomach. I clenched around matts fingers to try and hold back.

"you must be close huh?"

"so close" a choked whimper comes out. matt pulls his finger out of me.

"wait- what, what did i do. i thought i was doing good. im sorry, I'm so so sorry." i quickly apologized not even knowing why. i just needed to fix whatever i did so he can let me cum.

"you're doing perfectly fine sweetheart i just don't need you to have an orgasm this early on" he reassured, kissing my forehead.

he pulled down his bottoms and the boxers he was wearing. his achingly hard cock sprung out, his pink tip glistening precum. my eyes gawk at the sight mentally preparing myself for the stretch.

matt stroked his length a few times before plunging his dick into me.

" fuck- you're so tight" he whimpered above me, i clench around his cock trying to adjust to his size that was stretching me out.

I grind my hips trying to get him moving. "so impatient" he chuckled, with both hands he holds my hips in place using me for support, to thrust into me.

"ngh- just like that" matt was ball deep inside of me, his hips rutting at a perfect rythm, every thrust was deep, his tip grazing my g spot everytime.

wet sounds, moaning and whimpers can be heard from my living room. this night took an unexpected turn, but it was no suprise this was one of the things we also did when not paying attention to whatever movie that was on.

"I'm soso- close" i squeezed around his dick, to hold back my release but i couldn't all the pleasure was overwhelming "cum for me angel" his words sounded like a relief different from the other times we had sex but i wasn't complaining. he would normally say 'hold it'.

I reached my climax, a shaky moan leaves my lips. matt has yet to cum so he continues to sloppily fuck into me.

"matt- stop im sensitive" i cried out my eyes screwing shut, gripping onto the pillow next to me.

he was quick to pull out, pumping his cock a few times releasing all over my stomach. "fuck" he whispered under his breath

i squeezed my legs shut as soon as he pulled out. I open my eyes to see the mess he made on my tummy, we caught our breath before doing anything and he was first to break the 'silence'

"y- you did so good baby" he praised, rubbing the side of my arm. "thanks" i mumbled

he got dressed and left the living room to do something i don't know what it was but i just sat there waiting for him to come back wrapping a blanket around me.

he came back and carried me bridal style to the bathroom pushing the door open.

He placed me in the warm bath water, he got my loofa lathering it up in soap cleaning my body there was a comfortable silence that filled the air throughout the whole process.

--

I was on my phone while waiting for matt to get out the shower, and he finally got done after a while i look up from my phone seeing him walk over to me. "so you wanna actually watch the movie this time?" He asked

"yep"

a/n: goodnight..

[creepygirlcemetery]

˚　i'll burn your name into my throat ♡ i'll be the fire that catches you : ticci toby x reader

warnings  𓂅 fluff, confession, best friends to lovers, sorta cliff hanger kinda? ┊an : im gonna shart this is my 3rd time trying to upload this wtf ... reblogs are appreciated !

"psst toby" you whispered, turning to the boy next to you, the lesson being too boring for you to bother paying attention to. your best friend, toby, turned his head, looking at you in confusion. "i got you something. you then pulled out two concert tickets you had been keeping in the back of your notebook.

"are those for me? he asked you, raising an eyebrow. you excitedly nodded your head. "i know how much you love this band. i managed to get tickets last minute." you explained, handing him one of the tickets.

his heart skipped a beat, this was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for him. he took the ticket in his hand, a small vet excited smile forming on his face.

"i bought two so i can come with you.. but if you dont want me to thats okay i understa-!" "i want you to come" he said softly, cutting you off. you spent the rest of the class period talking about how you were going to go about the concert. you two agreed he'd pick you up, since he had a car, and he'd drive the both of you to and from the concert.

⌒⌒

"i can adjust the seat for you if you want" he muttered. it was late, you had just gotten back to the car. your feet were killing you and it felt like you could fall asleep at any moment. you sat in the passenger seat. trying to get into a comfortable position.

"yes please" you replied. he reached over, whispering a little apology when he felt as though his arm was putting pressure on your stomach. he adjusted the seat so you could lay down and get some rest on the car ride home.

it was quiet, but in a comforting way. you were the only person who liked to hang out with toby. he never understood why you'd make an effort to talk to him, be kind to him, or stick up for him, but loved you and he never could have traded it for the world. so while you slept peacefully in his passenger seat, after bringing him to a concert he couldve only wished to go to, he accepted that things happen and sometimes you dont need to understand why.

he gently tapped you awake after parking in a random spot in your condo's parking lot. "we're here" he told you softly. you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. tiredly getting up and putting the seat back in its original position. "thanks for the ride toby" you mumbled, picking up your bag from the passenger floor. he replied with a "no problem" as you unbuckled the seat belt and reached for the car door.

"you okay?" he asked. you couldnt get yourself to open the door. you turned to him, a soft blush tinting your cheeks and nose bridge. maybe it was time for toby to understand. maybe it was time for him to understand why you were always the first to stick up for him, to be there for him with open arms, to treat him kindly, to love him. "tobias, i'm inlove with you"

[mmrsgojo]

close your eyes. pt1.

Pairing: gojo satoru x reader

Warnings: explicit, unprotected sex, satoru being a little dick sometimes.

As you did, you began to understand what he meant. Kissing wasn’t just about technique; it was about surrendering, about letting go of your inhibitions and connecting on a deeper level.

Satoru, his eyes glittering with laughter, retreated into his seat. “You’re practically wriggling in anticipation, it's kind of adorable," he teased as he smiled innocently. Shifting on your bed, he ran the tips of his fingers along your neck.

“Come on, toru. I need to impress this guy,” you pleaded, blushing a mix of excitement and shame, “I have to get this boy to like me...” but how? You've never even been kissed before. So that's why you are here with your best friend, because good lord we all know girls loved and wanted to fuck Gojo Satoru, so he has quite the experience, of course... this wouldn’t mean anything to him or to you.

Satoru chuckled, his voice lightening with humor, “Alright, alright. But remember kissing is more than just physical contact, its about connection, emotion, and understanding.” He leaned in closer to you, his breath fanning across on your face. You just rolled your eyes. “Cut the crap, satoru, i just need to learn how to kiss, thats all.”

“Alright, you cranky shit,” Satoru chuckles, “close your eyes”

As you complied, you felt his warm lips brush against yours, a gentle, exploratory touch. His lips moved slowly, teasing, inviting. You could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breath.

“Relax,” satoru whispered, his voice a soft caress. “Let yourself go, now tilt your head slightly...towards the side, just a bit.” He used a gentle but firm hand to adjust your head angle, positioning it to his liking.

“Alright, good...keep your eyes closed...” he murmured, his palm resting on your cheek.

“Thats it,” satoru hummed. He shifted, moving his other hand to your waist and pulling you closer.

“Now, relax your lips. Trust me, you’ll naturally get the feel of it.” He whispered, his breath against your parted lips.

Your heart raced as you tried to follow his instructions. Satoru’s words seemed to echo in your ear, his voice smooth yet commanding.

“Youre doing well...” he murmured, his lips practically touching yours.

Then without warning, he closed the distance. His lips gently pressed against yours, their softness molding against each other. The kiss was soft and slow, Satoru guiding the pace. Your mind went black as you surrendered to the sensation. His hand on your waist pulled you even closer, the heat between your bodies growing. His thumb began tracing small circles on your cheek.

You finally pulled away, Satoru’s lips lingered for a moment longer against yours, refusing to break the contact inmediately. When he finally pulled away, he chuckled softly, his hand still on your waist, keeping you close. “Not bad...for a beginner,” he murmured, a cheeky smile on his lips. “Though, it seemed like you were in a rush to stop...”

“Did i do it good?” You asked, you needed to know.

Satoru’s smile grew wider, his eyes taking in your curious expression. “You did alright...for a first timer,” he replied, his fingers still idly tracing patterns across your skin. “But, there’s always room for improvement, yeah?”

You sighed, your hopes deflated. “I really want to impress this guy,” you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of determination and anxiety.

“This ‘guy’, huh?” He inquired, his tone a mix of curiosity and a hint of playful teasing. “He must be something special if youre this desperate to impress him.”

You blushed, your eyes darting away from his, why this was so embarrassing? This should be easy, Satoru is your best friend with Suguru from the longest time, well yes, this is the first time you are talking about a guy you like with them, but why is it so different than when he talks about the girls he's dated? “Well, yes, i do like him a lot, Toru...also, that was a tongue kiss, right?”

Satoru chuckles softly, the sound bordering on a gentle laugh. “Yes, that was a tongue kiss,” he confirmed, the smirk still on his lips. “A very basic technique, but very effective...especially when your partner cooperates.” He paused, his gaze falling to your lips once more. “And...this guy, you really like him, eh?”

“Yeah...he’s special,” you admitted, you shifted, laying on your bed, your eyes closed. Satoru shifted his position too, propping himself up on an elbow as he looked down at you. “Is my dear y/n embarrassed?” He asked, his lips curving into a slight smile. Then, he reached out, his fingertips gently tracing along your jawline.

“And...i said you did alright, not that you were a good kisser,” he teased, his smirk growing wider.

“So I’m no good?” You gasped, your eyes wide with mock offense. You know he was just a teaser all the time, but God, this was serious, i should’ve asked suguru for this.

“I didn’t say you were bad,” he clarified, “you did alright for your first time. But...I wouldn’t call it good” he paused, his fingers now gently playing with the strands of your hair. “There’s room for improvement, if you're really aiming to impress this guy of yours”

Your hands flew to your face as you imagined the horror of your crush rejecting you for being a bad kisser. “Oh my god, Toru! What if-what if he thinks I’m a bad kisser and he doesn’t want to kiss me again?” Your voice a panicked whisper, your eyes wide with fear.

Satoru’s smirk grew into a full-on smile at your panic. He gently pulled your hand away from your face. “Calm down,” he reassured, his tone soft yet firm. “First, don’t worry so much. It’s likely he would find it endearing that youre inexperienced. Second, there are ways to improve.” He ran his knuckles along her cheek, his blue eyes filled with...mischief. “Want me to help you practice?”

“Do you think i need to improve? Maybe i should ask Geto-“

Satoru’s smirk instantly dropped, replaced by a look of almost feigned disbelief. “Geto? You’d rather ask geto for advice on kissing...than me? And here i though you were a smart girl...”

You rolled your eyes, your initial embarrassment fading into a mix of amusement and frustration, he really is egocentric in absolutely everything he does, he has to be the best, the strongest... “What I’m saying is that i think you’ve already helped me enough-“

Satoru’s smirk returned with vengeance. “Oh, no, no, no...” he scolded, his tone playful and mocking. “We’re nowhere close to ‘enough’. You said you want to impress this guy, right?” He shifted in your bed again, his other hand resting all the time on your hip, his thumb slowly rubbing circled into your skin, something he has done a million times in your hand too for your anxiety. “I have plenty more to teach you, my dear...”

“You should be a teacher some day” you said mocking him with the same attitude, two could play this game. “So what’s next? Should i learn something more? I really want to impress him, Satoru, god we have our first date in a couple of hours..” you pleaded.

“Well, if you’re really determined to impress this guy...” he mused, his voice dropping an octave lower. “Then, there are a few more things you should know...” he leaned closer, his breath got against your lips “do you trust me completely?”

“O-of course, youre my best friend...satoru”

A soft, almost wicked smile curled at the corned of his mouth. “Good..” he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face, “because this next lesson... will require your full trust in me” his lips hovering just centimetres away from yours, “close your eyes”

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Author’s note: HELLO EVERYONE. so i finally decided to write this story, don't know if its going to be very long, but i have high hopes for this series, its gonna be half fluff half smut ngl. but well tell me if you guys are enjoying it, it would mean the world to me. TYSM GUYS FOR READING. LOVE U ALL.

[frostironfudge]

Hey girl, do you still do requests?

If so can you do something like those tiktok filters where you choose your soulmate but it's avengers choosing between each other who they'd want and reader cooses bucky all the time making the rest of them confused and later bucky pulls her into his lap when there is no place to sit and she tells him why she wants him and its all sweet reasons and at the end she says "the arm though..." you can end it here or add something else!😊😊

I'd Choose You - Bucky Barnes

Summary: based on the above prompt, i've sort of altered the filter used i hope thats okay

Warnings: none, pure fluff, some mutual pining, non canon compliant, the avengers are a big happy family.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

An: i hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry it took this long!

Main Masterlist

You were hearing the same song playing from the living area over and over. The stirring of your pasta wasn't this repetitive. Turning the stove off you find Natasha and Wanda sprawled across the couch and watching videos via the projector.

You tilt your head watching the woman on the screen tilt her head side to side, picking between the avengers, in the end she lands on the picture of Wanda. She then goes on to explain her reason for picking Wanda, stating her perseverance and strength inspires her. Her friends come in on screen and they all giggle when she admits of the crush she has on her as well.

The screen moves upward another video with a man loads, he keeps on choosing, Tony Stark rolling his eyes at the other presented choices. His reasoning is the facial hair. You join Nat and Wanda's laughter.

"Is this the latest trend?" You ask as the next video loads. Natasha nods in response to your question.

"There are so many picking you as well." She assures scrolling upwards on the tablet till the old video she saw loads. You watch as your picture is paired against Steve's his picture disappears as yours is picked. It continues as you're picked over everyone else.

"What's all this?" Steve, Sam and Bucky walk into the living area. Their gazes fixed on the screen.

"It's a trend, picking their soulmate from amongst the avengers. Or picking the avenger they adore the most." Wanda explains, its silent again as the familiar song replays on the next video.

Sam does a hoot as he's picked in this video. Steve chuckles, you look at Bucky, he remains stoic. Then his eyes meet yours, a smile breaks out across his face drawing your own smile forth.

"You know what would be a great idea?" Sam pipes up.

Bucky looks at him then back at you, a silent conversation takes place. one in which he's telling you; 'Bird brain has an idea.' you shake your head at him. He knows you're chastising his little unsaid comment.

"What?" Nat turns to Sam.

"We should do this amongst us." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"I don't think that is a good idea. It could hurt sentiments." Steve reasons, Tony clicks his tongue. Entering with his coffee mug.

"Oh come on Cap, no one will say anything if you pick me." Tony teases Steve. The blonde's cheeks tinge red.

"Tony." He rolls his eyes.

"Go on Nat, lets see what Tweety Bird has in store for us." Tony raises his mug towards Sam.

"I'm not Tweety if anything I'm," Sam struggles to find a better bird character but flounders.

"Chuck?" Bucky offers.

"I'm not an angry bird." Sam glares at him.

"Getting angry there birdy." You giggle, Bucky laughs as Sam grumbles grabbing the tablet and setting it up to record,

"Just for that ya'll aren't getting picked." He warns before sifting through and picking Natasha, Steve give a little hey of protest when he is cut off first.

Tony points at you after most of them are done, some how Clint, Bruce, Vision, and even Peter were roped into the trend. You look at Bucky as you walk towards the set up.

Bucky bites his lip, he wants to be hopeful. This seemed to be the easiest way to confess his feelings for you. if you didn't reciprocate he could always say it is a platonic choice.

He watches as does everyone, right off the bat you're asked to pick between Steve and him. He exhales when you pick him.

Over and over you pick him, the choice is as easy as breathing for you. The picture of Bucky was from his first day reinstated and on a press release after a mission. You keep looking at it with a soft smile. Tilting your head to keep picking him.

At the end his picture moves from the side to the top of your head, you begin to move,

"Wait, you have to say why." Wanda reminds, a knowing smile on her face.

"Well, um, he's warm and fuzzy when we cuddle during movies," You look back at Bucky, "he's brilliant, a good listener, makes really good pancakes even if he burns the first three always." you laugh and Bucky's grin only widens.

"What else, Doll?" He walks over to you.

"Your eyes, always find my way to them."

"They do seek you out in every room." He cups your cheek.

"And this arm though." Your skin heats, Bucky smirks.

"What about it?" He questions, eager to know.

"Strong yet gentle." You breathe.

"I'd choose you." Bucky admits, his blue eyes convey something deeper. Something your had been waiting to be reciprocated.

"Oh Bucky." Your palm covers his own, held against your cheek.

Another silent conversation takes place, feelings affirmed.

His lips find yours, the softest of kisses shared, the rest of your family cheers.

"Finally." Sam adds.

-x-x-x-

Permanent Bucky Tag: @slutforsexyseabass

[lxvebun]

Heart-shaped kisses. HSR edition ♡

buns notes I am not caught up with the game at all, literally just passed Gepards fight but thats not going to stop me. I hope you enjoy!

content Blade/Dan heng/Gepard/ Jing Yuan x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing of course. Food consumption Gepards and jing yuan is a little long but I will not apologize. I know nothing of chess forgive me i tried to describe everything as vague as possible shsjs. Use of nickname love. Eng is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. Not completely proofread

D c and ed blogs do not interact or your fave will never come home<3

All heart shaped kisses fics♡

⁎⁺˳✧༚Blade໒꒱.*

Every sweet touch of your lips to his feels like stars are awakening within his veins, Igniting a burning, irresistible hunger, a desire, to hold you closer and selfishly steal another sweet kiss, and then another, and then just one more<3, With no doubt in his heart, you are the closest thing to paradise he will ever experience in his lifetime, and he's going to indulge in it for as long as you're willing to stay.

Maybe you're the reason he's still here, to soften the sharp edges of his blade.

⁎⁺˳✧༚Dan Heng໒꒱.*

Kisses with Dan Heng always happen in private, under warm candlelight, and with only the stars as a witness. He completely melts into you, the weight on his shoulders disappearing just for a moment as his senses are completely enveloped by you, and the sweetness of your kisses and the warmth radiating from your skin from where his hands are resting on your cheeks, rubbing heart shapes into your skin and tilting your head just right to meet his lips. With your hearts beating in sync, he knows he has found his forever home<3

Gepard and jing yuan under the cut!

⁎⁺˳✧༚Gepard໒꒱.*

It's not until a few months into your relationship that you have your first proper kiss with him, not counting the ones you sneakily press to his cheek when he's distracted before scattering off or the soft forehead kisses he gives you in the early morning when you're still warmly tucked into bed and he (with pain in his heart) has to leave early >:(

''I want our first kiss to be special,'' he says quietly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as a nervous habit, trying his best to soothe the blush trailing its way to his cheeks. "If you don't mind" (He is so ficking cute I canfbehwhs) Of course you wouldn't mind it!

Every day his love and adoration for you blooms stronger, like vines in your name are wrapped around his heart and soul, evergrowing and ever consuming leaving no empty space. And this is exactly what he told you (after a little push from Serval) , under soft candlelight over the surprise dinner he prepared for you. Unlike a proper seating arrangement, you both sat next to each other on the same side of the table, enjoying the closeness of it all.

He's acting a little odd, a little nervous, it's hard to read but you can tell. It's not until after dessert that you figure out why his hands are shaking slightly and his eyes keep drifting off to your lips

''Permission to lean in? '' he whispers, lips hovering over yours and you're not quite sure if it's your heart that you hear beating so loudly or his.

''Permission granted. '' you reply back with a smile

His kisses are surprisingly strong, and any nervousness from the moments before completely vanishes as he eagerly leans in with enough power behind it to slightly make you lean back, one hand coming up to caress the back of your neck and the other one still holding yours. Strong as his kisses are they are nonteless loving and breathtaking, he's leaning into you like you're his personal source of oxygen. It's all a very cute contrast to when you both pull away and he's looking off to the side saying "I hope that was good" You answer him with another kiss<3

⁎⁺˳✧༚Jing Yuan໒꒱.*

You're not sure why you keep agreeing to this. Your mind is running through every possible outcome and he still manages to beat you. The pri-

"Oh, come on, love" You ignore the fluttering of your heart at the nickname. It seems like the little mental battle that was going on was evident on your face. Sitting before you across the chessboard, failing to hide his smirk behind his hands sits Jing Yuan, your biggest enemy, the bane of your existence, the secret crush and love of your life. " I promise I'm not stealing any pieces this time, you almost have me"

The little sparrow on your shoulders is trying its best to comfort you, rubbing his little head against your cheek and chirping so sweetly, that it's enough to make you willing to keep playing and move another one of your pieces.

Jing Yuan sends you a soft smile before his eyes trail down to study the board. You don't play with a time limit, so he's taking his time to calculate his next move. He didn't lie, you are very close to winning. And finally, you see that too, but you also see how there is an opening for jing yuan to get the upper hand again. You are trying your hardest not to roll your eyes at it, If only you could distract him, intervene with the on going calculation in his mind

Just as he picks up the exact piece you were fearing you quickly blurt out. " I want you to kiss me"

His movements slow and you can hear his breath hitch, his brain trying to catch up with your words and it's enough to make him misplace his piece. He look at you again, as you quickly move your pieces, winning the game. The sparrow on your shoulder fluttering around you in joy and the beautiful melody of your laugh echoing around him.

I win" you say proudly, too occupied with reveling in your victory, you don't hear him get up and move over next to you. close enough to feel his warmth, far enough to get up if you want. It's not until the sparrow that once sat on your shoulder flies past you to sit on his knee that you snap out of your victory haze

"jing yuan?"

"it's quite rude to say things you don't mean, love"

maybe it is the buzz of winning lingering and boosting your confidence because you have no clue where your next words come from

"who says I didn't mean it?"

with a small chuckle escaping his lips and a gentle smile on his face, he sends you one last nod, silently asking for permission, just to be sure, and quickly after receiving a nod back as confirmation, cupping your chin in his hands, thumb trailing along your jawline, pressing a feathery kiss to it and then locking your lips with his.

you let him take the lead, the one time you're fine with losing. The kiss is gentle and intoxicating, enough to make your head fog up with hearts and flowers and spread a delicious warmth all over your body. it takes a while for both of you to open your eyes after pulling away. it's Jing Yuan who breaks the silence. In a slightly flustered state he asks

"are you up for another round?"

"another kiss or another game?"

"whichever you prefer the most"

[ottosinventory]

Okay so I, myself, is trans masc and have bad body dysphoria. If it’s alright with you could I ask for something with Alastor and the reader cuddling or something with fluff along the lines of being overly sensitive about what they look like and such? If you’re not comfortable with that then something with angst (I love angst) with Alastor and male reader?

HERE YOU GO LOVE

I hope you like it I did put a bit of angst in it since you said you liked it🫡

Ok Alastor might be a bit OOC but like😎

Warnings: body dysphoria

Handsome boy

(Alastor x trans male reader)

Here you were again. Staring at your reflection in the mirror. You did this almost every day.

You hated your body, since it wasn't even yours. You truly didn't want to look at it, you were struggling to tear your eyes away. You just hated it so much. You just wanted to take the scissors and cut off everything that shouldn't be there.

Being born in a body that was never yours. It was like prison.

The tears started rolling down your cheeks. This was nothing new to you. crying was almost a daily routine at this point.

"Dear, are you ready to go?"

You heard the static voice of your boyfriend from the other side of the door.

"Shit" you whispered to yourself as you hurriedly went to put on your binder but thats not so easy.

You were staring hatefully at your body for too long apparently.

You were struggling to put on your binder when Alastor opened the door. The moment he entered you got it on but it was of no use. He has seen it. The prison you were born in.

He was standing there in the door. The smile fell from his face.

"Darling?" He asked.

"...please leave." You managed to whisper.

You never told him. You were scared that he would leave you.

However even though you never said it directly he knew. He knew because he had the tendency to over analyze everyone and so after some time he figured it out.

He knew the basic concept of being trans. He worked in the radio business after all he has met trans people. However the moment he noticed that you, his lovely boyfriend, were born as the gender which you aren't he started to get deeper into the subject.

He learned everything that is about transitioning, body dysphoria and most importantly, how to help with these.

Alastor surprised himself truly, he has never done this much for someone, but you, you were so important to him. He has never loved anyone as much as he loves you (perhaps his mother).

Alastor always believed that what a person looked like or presented themselves as had nothing to do with their value or personality, in fact he found the whole idea of connecting looks to self worth foolish. Male, female, neither, both it didn't matter to him much.

"My love" he proceeded to walk over to your kneeling form.

"Can my lovely boyfriend look at me" he said as without the static in his voice.

This got your attention and you looked up at him, he was wearing a small smile, not his usual grin, a smile that said: everything is ok.

Your eyes were red from crying as you looked up at him. The moment he noticed that his eyebrows wrinkled.

"Oh, dear, we cannot have that" he said at last as he lifted you off the ground (with the help of a little magic lets face it the man is a twig) and sat down with you in his lap on your bed.

"My darling, you do know I love you, yes?" He asked.

You hesitantly nodded your head.

"Lovely, then you also know that I love every part of you no matter what, you will be a gorgeous man in my eyes with or without female body parts, hmmm?"

You didn't answer to that.

"Well, now you know. I am aware that what you youngsters call 'body dysphoria' is. A major problem for you do not think I don't know how much you cry."

You looked up at him in shock, you were always so careful to be quiet.

"In fact that is why we were going to go out today I was going to get an answer out of you" he chuckled a bit.

"However, I think perhaps staying in is a better option for tonight?" He looked at you questioningly.

You nodded again.

With that confirmation Alastor hugged you even closer to him and laid down on your bed with you clinging to him.

"My handsome boy." He said

He hugged you and kissed your forehead. He started singing quietly with the static back in his voice, he knew you found it calming.

His singing was lovely, it was slowly luring you to sleep. Before you fell asleep you mumbled a 'thank you' to which he gave another kiss to your forehead as you drifted off, feeling loved.

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Hope you guys enjoyed (especially u @coffeewithcocoa) I just wanna say as a last word to every trans person out there that remember you deserve love and are worthy of affection.

Love you all have a great morning/night/afternoon💗

[stevie-petey]

Hi! I love your writing, it’s seriously impeccable. I was wondering- remember the part where you wrote in the first chapter for season 4, where Chrissy gave reader a daisy (or daisies ?) when everything happened in season 1? Whenever you can, I was wondering what that would have looked like, like a mini little blurb.

:}

yes !!! chrissy was a sweetie i like to imagine her and bug were friendly and admired the other from afar </3

enjoy !

"excuse me?"

youre in the library trying to catch up on all the work youve missed these last few weeks, and youre so lost in your readings that you jump when you feel the girls hand gently tap your shoulder. "jesus!"

the table thuds, knee coming into contact with it in your terror, and your heart stops. memories of the demogorgon still fresh on your mind, any touch from someone sets you into a spiral.

"sorry!" the girl squeaks in embarrassment, and when you look up, you see chrissy cunninghams cheeks flushed. "i-im sorry! i didnt mean to scare you, i promise-"

your heartbeat settles. placing a hand on hers, you placate chrissys anxious thoughts. "its alright. no harm done." you smile at her, winking, hoping to dispel any remaining tension. "just a bruised knee."

yet chrissys face pales now. "oh, no. thats even worse. i really didnt mean to make you jump like that."

"it really isnt your fault." you reassure her again. "honestly, anything these days makes me jump."

"because of will?" chrissy asks you before she can stop herself. she flinches at her own question, similar to a small deer scared of its own shadow, and your heart aches for the girl before you. "i-im so sorry. that was a rude question-"

"would you like to sit?"

its not that you interrupt chrissy because youre bored of her. you interrupt her because you know what its like to spiral into anxious thoughts and uncertain boundaries. chrissy has been your classmate for years, but the two of you were always divided by a line created by social hierarchy. she chose cheerleading, and you chose jonathan.

but despite this divide, youve always watched chrissy in awe. shes kind. kinder than anyone youve ever met, and her soft demeanor juxtaposed the charisma needed to become head cheerleader at only sixteen. and yet youve never seen her cruel to anyone.

"well?" you beckon chrissy towards the seat next to you. "since youre here, might as well keep me company, right?"

chrissy nods, silent, and softly sits down. everything she does is soft. she smells of rosebuds and her doe eyes remind you of your childhood.

as she sits, you notice something white poking out from her bag. curious, you peer over the table. "whats in there?"

she stiffens at your questioning. everything you seem to do frightens her in some capacity. as if shes afraid any minute she'll upset you, and you try not to read into it, you really do, but her shy demeanor concerns you.

"chrissy," you gently grab her hand, eyes finding hers. shes warm to the touch, skin as soft as she is. "im just an annoyingly inquisitive person who cries watching ants get stepped on."

she laughs, and the cadence of it rings like bells. "ants?"

"im fond of bugs." you shrug at her, only knowing the true meaning behind your words.

she doesnt question you, though, and instead loops her arm through her backpack and places it on the table. you watch her with patience as she unzips it, unsure what she's doing, until she's pulled out freshly cut daisies.

you gasp. the flowers are lovely. "theyre beautiful!"

chrissy smiles shyly. "theyre for you, actually?"

"me?"

"mhm," she hands them to you, a sudden boldness to her once petrified nature. on her face is a proud smile, eager to have done this one nice thing for you, and for a second you see your reflection in her eyes. "here."

you hold the flowers close to your chest. they smell like spring and laughter. "i... why?"

"theyre for you and will." chrissy fixes one of the stems, delicate and deft. "when i heard about his disappearance, when he died..."

its your turn to look away. the reminder of seeing what you thought was wills lifeless body only days ago. how small he looks now in the hospital bed. how els body isnt next to his.

chrissy clears her throat, anxious she's upset you, and tries to ease the sting. "but hes alive now, and i figured you and him could use some flowers after everything youve been through."

she picks at a daisy, watches the small plant with fondness. "flowers. funny how something so frail can bring so much hope."

something about the way she says it, the way her words twist, makes your throat close up. pressure builds behind your eyes and you have to quickly wipe them before chrissy sees and starts to worry again.

"thank you," your voice cracks. "i... will hates how dull the hospital walls are."

chrissy laughs, leaning into you, and you cant help but laugh with her as well.

[the-laughing-lunatic]

Medic and Scout celebrating Christmas !!!!

(Mediscout has taken over my brain, so here we are. Word count: ~1300)

The snow was falling softly outside the base, the fluffy white blanket perfectly untouched and still. The early morning sun reflected upon the snow into the common area, where Medic sat upon the couch, one leg crossed over the other as his gaze is set on the scene outside. He was quite content to simply sit and watch the faint snowflakes fall. 

Scout was not. He had moved positions at least twenty times in the past half hour, ranging from cuddling up next to his boyfriend to sitting on the floor. Currently, he was pacing in a circle near the haphazardly assembled Smissmas tree. Medic feared that if he continued hed burn a circle into the rug. 

Medic sighed, setting his cup of coffee down on the side table, not bothering to set down a coster on the already battered wood. “Alright, what is the matter with you liebe?”

Scout looked at him as if he had asked the dumbest question in the history of dumb questions. “What’s the matter with me? Are ya kiddin’? Babe its freaking Smissmas mornin’! I’m excited to get my presents for Pete’s sake! I should be the one askin’ you whats the matter with you,” he exclaimed in indignation.

“What? Why should you be the one to ask that? I’m not behaving as energetically as you, schatz.”

“Yeah, and thats the problem. Why ain’t ya excited? I know I’m datin’ an old geezer n all but c’mon! It’s Smissmas mornin and you’re watchin’ a less interesting version of paint drying,” Scout said, motioning towards the snow as he changed position once more to settle back beside Medic, his little quip earning him a lighthearted glare before Medic’s arm wraps around him. 

“I don’t know, I suppose it is just one of those things. I mean, surely it is not as exciting as when you were a child, no?”

“Eh, I mean, kinda? Nothin’ beats how exciting everything felt as a tyke but I dunno, I think I like Smissmas more now. We obviously didn’t have that much money back then, and with seven brothers I got one gift a year, maybe some hand me downs. I don’t blame my ma, of course, she always did her best to make it magical. I remember she used to cut out little stars outta cans, and when it got real dark on Smissmas Eve, since me and my brothers always begged to stay up, she’d put them over the candles we got from the church. And to little me, the way it lit up the ceiling was the most beautiful thing in the world, y’know?” Medic nodded in response as he listened, gently squeezing Scout’s shoulder to remind him to get back on topic

“Geez I’ve been blabberin’, sorry, but the main point is that even though I still enjoyed it back then, now I actually have money to get nice gifts, y’know? I like bein’ able to get my ma the nice gifts she deserves especially, even though she scolds me for how much I spend, heh. And I actually got friends and a cute ass boyfriend to share them with,” he says, kissing Medic’s cheek.

Medic smiles softly and pulls Scout into his lap. “You are too sweet mein liebe, you know that?”

Scout chuckles, flexing his biceps a little. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m the best angelcakes. But whatta about you? What made you into the Scrooge McDuck that you are now toots?”

“…do you mean the actual Scrooge and not the cartoon duck?”

“Heh, I think I know what I’m sayin’ toots, ya ain’t answerin’ the question.”

”Alright, alright, Shiesse. It is not like I dislike Smissmas now by any means, it is enjoyable, especially with you, but it was much easier as a child. My mother and father handled all the gifts and food. Most I had to do was leave my shoes out for St. Nicholas or maybe buy some licorice at the markets to give as a gift, heh. But, obviously, I’ve gotten older and now I have to be the one to worry about buying gifts and organizing and such.”

Scout nods. “Yeah, I get that babe, it kinda sucks a little, especially since ya ain’t got a connection with your parents no more. Ya deserve to be spoiled, yknow?”

“You are sweet but it is quite alright, it is not like I mind it that much. It is just one of those things that happen when you get older. You simply become more responsible for other people.” 

Scout made a face like he was about to protest until he heard the sound of the truck pulling into the garage. He lept up immediately, knowing Miss Pauling was back from the post office with their packages. Medic simply rolled his eyes. 

A short while later Scout returned with his arms full of presents with brightly patterned wrapping paper and bows, with a wide smile on his face. “Holy shit I’m so excited!! Can we open ‘em now? Huh? Can we?”

“Scout we’re grown men, we dont need permission to open our gifts if we’d wish,” Medic said with a light chuckle. 

“Ooo, quite a bad boy, huh toots?” Scout says teasingly, grabbing his and his boyfriend’s gifts from under the metal tree onto the pile he was holding before sitting back by him, since Pyro had burned down the others. “Hey dumbasses! We’re openin’ presents if ya wanna come in here!”

Medic rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm back around Scout. 

A little while later, colorful scraps lay upon the ground along with various gifts that had been unwrapped: a twelve pack of Exothermic Eggnog Bonk, currently 11 as one sat opened on the table, a new bonesaw, and sweaters among some of them. Scout sighed softly into the fabric of Medic’s sweater before becoming alert.

“Oh! I almost forgot toots, I got another gift for ya!! Well, I mean, ain’t exactly from me but ya get what I’m sayin,” Scout said, reaching behind some of the scraps to grab a small square box, wrapped in a different pattern then all the rest. “Go on!”

Medic raised an eyebrow but opened it. Wrapped up in tissue paper was a small dove ornament, “Ludwig, 1968. —Ma” enscribed unto the bottom of it. Scout grins, looking intently at his boyfriends reaction, which was his face softening into a smile. “T- this was really too sweet of your mother to do this.”

“C’mon! Ya ain’t even looked at everything in there yet, let’s go!” Medic rolled his eyes lightheartedly and finds a wrapped gift in the box, promptly ripping it open.

It was a frame, containing a picture of Scout’s mom and brothers, with space on the side enough for two cut out pictures taped on. One of Scout, and one of Medic. On the back it read “Willis Christmas, 1968.” Medic felt his eyes burn and he let out a shaky breath. “Does she really consider me part of the family?..”

“Of course! Ludwig, we’ve been seein’ each other seriously for over a year, course you’re part of the family now. My ma loves ya.” 

That was what did it. Medic normally wasn’t one to cry in public, but he just felt so overwhelmed with love he couldn’t help it. Scouts gaze softened and he pulled Medic closer so he could cry into his shoulder. 

After a few minutes of crying, Medic wiped his eyes and adjusted his glasses before Scouts gaze. “Es tut mir Leid, I am just grateful—“

“Hey, ain’t you the one who taught me that it’s fine to cry? Toots it’s okay, ya don’t need to apologize,” Scout said, rubbing his back to comfort him.

“I- I know, it just— I am simply thankful, I suppose, it’s been quite sometime since anyone considered me part of their family,” he confesses.

“Well ya got one now. Hell, even without my ma n brothers this team is basically family, right? And maybe once ya figure out your pregnant machine or whatever we could also start our own little family,” Scout says with a little smirk.

Medic perks up. “So you’ll let me put a baboon uterus in you?”

“Hell no, you’re gonna be the one gettin baboon pregnant if we do that. But my point still stands.”

Medic sighs. “I suppose I’ll allow it, but only because I love you.”

Scout chuckles before his softer look returns. “I love you too, Merry Smissmas Ludwig.

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gahhhh okay no one throw rocks at me, this is buck x oc

adam has been a nurse for a long time. he's dealt with trauma after trauma, met so many firefighters and paramedics but none with a bigger heart than evan buckley. he's seen him around a few times, the station 118 is pretty well known in their hospital for being a bit a problem station. people are constantly getting stabbed and struck by lightning, evan buckley in particular seems like maybe he pissed off god personally. they exchanged a few words here and there, laughed at a few of the others jokes, but every time they lock eyes, buck makes quick work to look away and bite the inside of his cheek. adam specializes in hurt and believe him, buck seems... hurt.

it isn't until they bring in a young kid, probably 16 or 17, with bruises and cuts all over his body. he was beaten until- well, until it was pretty touch and go for a minute there. two of them hang back in particular, hen and buck. he's talked to hen before, back when she was going through med school, she told him about her wife and kids, how hard she was fighting for them, how draining it was. adam joked about that sounding familiar, he remembers med school well enough when he was single, he couldn't imagine it with a partner and a kid.

the two of them were standing together, watching the kid be carted away, both biting their cheeks and clenching their fists. hen whispered something to buck and patted his back.

"i know, it's just- god, that was brutal." buck wipes his face.

"that's why we look out for each other." hen squeezes his arm and walks away.

"does he have anyone to look out for him?" buck says to himself

interesting, he doesn't know the full story- just that that kid looked like he was in a hell of a lot of pain. and judging by the rainbow bracelet around his wrist, he's guessing he knows why.

he's about to work himself up to go talk to him. there's something about his eyes, wide and sad and so deep in thought he wonders how he pulls himself out.

they lock eyes again. adam gives him a tiny wave and an awkward smile. buck looks like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and returns the nicety before bolting out the door. hen notices and looks back, processing something in her head. she smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

then buck shows up at the hospital later in his civvies, rubbing his hands together.

"hey!" adam says just a little too loudly, cringing.

buck jumps a little, like a scared deer, adam absolutely does not think it's the cutest thing in the world.

"uh, h-hi." buck is still whining his hands together.

"adam! sorry, i don't know if i ever gave you my name or if you remember-"

"i do." buck smiles, "yeah, i remember."

"good." and then he just stands like an idiot for reasons he cannot grasp before remembering he should probably speak now, "are you visiting someone?"

"do you remember that kid from earlier? the one had the um-"

"the kid that got hate-crimed? yeah i remember. he's stable now. he had a rough night, but he'll pull through."

buck visibly releases a weight off himself, "oh, good. i just wanted to check in on him. i don't know, it was a rough call, it was driving me crazy not knowing."

adam put down his clipboard, nodding, "yeah, i mean, that stuff definitely hits home for me, for sure."

"it doesn't for me," buck says and oh, shit, i guess he's not queer, fuck did i read this wrong, "i mean! like- when i came out, i had so many people that cared about me. my sister, my-well- my dad, my best friend, my boyf-" buck cuts himself off and deflates again, "sorry. i just hated the idea that he didn't have that, you know?"

"no, i get it, don't apologize. that's-thats really sweet. visiting hours are almost over but i can see if he's up for it, okay?"

bucks nods, and maybe adam is a fool with a dumb little crush but he swears he blushes a little. he feels his heart bursting a little about it. he came back to this kid, felt the need to check in and ask about him, because he didn't have something that he did.

"pull it together," he whispers to himself as he walks away.

buck keeps coming back, too. visiting the kid as often as possible, playing cards, and giving him fun facts from some documentaries he's watched. adam perks up whenever he hears one that he's watched. he lets it slip that he watched the same one, went on the same wikipedia binge. buck does that smile softly and look away like you're about to throw thing he does. adam occasionally joins in on the conversation whenever he gets a free moment. and then eventually, the kid gets discharged and buck is there to see him off. it turns out he has an aunt out in texas that's far more accepting than his folks here. he swears he sees buck tear up a little as he walks out the door, waving back at both of them.

and adam fully expects buck to go back to being a first responder he sees a few times a week and exchanging awkward, stolen glances.

but he doesn't stop coming. buck shows up the next day with two coffees in his hand. adam waves at him and buck breathes like he's psyching himself up and walks over.

"you said you liked chai lattes, so, um, i figured-i figured you would-"

"thanks!" adam decides to put him out of his misery, "are you visiting someone?"

buck ducks his head and scratches his neck, his smile looking less tortured, "hopefully, if you were free, you."

"i was about to go on my first break, if you wanted to go for a bit of a walk." adam suggests.

"that sounds great." buck clears his throat.

"great, gimme just a second, alright?" he walks away and hears buck mutter what he thinks, "i used to be better at this."

a few weeks pass by like that. buck hovering just on the outskirts of his life, very careful not to step too far in, but still present in a way that drives him crazy. he can't stop thinking about him but he only gets him for fifteen minutes now.

"do you wanna go out for dinner sometime?" adam asks, trying to sound as casual as possible.

buck gasps, like audibly, like a woman fainting after meeting the beatles, "i-uh, i should probably get back, sorry."

oh, he watches him go. and then stop in his tracks. and then turn back around, "can i get your number actually? or instagram or something?"

trying to contain his excitement, he nods, because of course he nods. when a hot, sweet as fuck, puppy dog eyed firefighter offers you their phone number, it's a crime to say no.

eventually, they do end up on a date- or at least he thinks it's a date. he can't be sure. the wine certainly feels date-eske but he really can't be sure because buck is barely looking at him in the eyes. he picked his very best "possibly a date" outfit and went in with low expectations for anything other than a really pleasant, really awkward evening. he decides though that if he gets to spend it with buck, it feels worth the awkward tension. especially because sometimes, he can coax him out of it and he looks so- vulnerable, an open wound. he's like a starry sky that hides behind a cloudy night.

adam doesn't remember what he says but eventually they start talking about things that should probably be save for the 40th date, not the maybe, jury's still out first.

but adam definitely knows he says, "you seem like you've been hurt." because the moment he does, he wants to punch himself in the face after buck gets this horrified expression like adam just said he likes kicking dogs in his spare time.

then, the moment passes, and he clicks his tongue, "i used to be better at hiding it."

"it seems like maybe it's a good thing you don't."

buck shakes his head, "i also used to be better at this," he gestures between them, "dating, flirting, having a crush," which does get buck to smile and adam gets to see that twinkle in his eyes again.

"oh okay, so this is a date, noted. and- you're not terrible at it, it's pretty adorable, actually. and i'm hardly one to judge. i'm very familiar with hurt."

buck keeps smiling, "well, my hurt is a 40 year old firefighter-pilot who broke up with me a year ago, so- i don't know how familiar you are with that kind of hurt."

"oh, i am all too familiar with that kind of hurt. does this hurt have a name?"

buck sucks in a breath, adam gets the sense that he hasn't said it in a while, "tommy. tommy kinard."

adam feels like buck is cracked open right now, "are you not ready to move on yet? cause, i'm okay with just being friends!"

"i really don't want to."

"be friends? damn, okay-"

buck puts on a hand on his for a second and adam's heart flutters, "no, i don't want to be just friends. tommy was- well, i loved him. i mean, i-"

"still do?"

"god, i'm really cursed to fuck up first dates, aren't i?"

"it's okay. i mean, i like you. i've liked you for a while, you know? and i've had my own tommy, the one that got away, one i'll never stop loving. i think-" it hurts to think about but he knows it would hurt more to forget about it, "i think what our tommys have in common is that we never let them go, or stop loving them, but we-" he sighs, thinking about his own heartbreak, his own first love, his own missed connection, "we take the love we have for them and we can let it grow into love for others too."

bucks bites his cheek. adam briefly wonders if the inside of his mouth is scarred of all the biting, "i guess i'm scared of giving him up. like if i stop thinking about it or if i like someone else, he'll disappear and everything we had will just- vanish," he chokes out.

adam hums, "it won't. that's the great thing about tommys, right? they stay with you, you never stop feeling that love. you just- build on it and give it to the next person."

buck has tears in his eyes now, adam thinks he might too, but god he's looking at such a beautiful man, with such a big heart and he can't help but thank whoever tommy is for giving him so much love that he's overflowing with it.

"sorry-"

"don't apologize, this got heavy really quick and we're only half way through the bottle of wine," they both laugh into their glasses.

"i guess i'm a little- hurt, like you said."

"i'm a nurse, buck, i kind of specialize in hurt. and if you're willing to try, i'd like another date, one that i actually know is a date beforehand."

buck really does blush this time, "i can do that."

buck leans in and kisses him on the cheek on the way out, oh god, he's a gentleman too, i'm so screwed.

down the line, when they're celebrating their engagement in the same park they used to walk through on adam's breaks, he thinks to himself, not for the first time, oh, tommy kinard, wherever you are, whoever you're with, thank you for loving our man, and thank you for letting me love him just as much.

[mountttmase]

A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Nine

Note - this chapter might not make total sense unless you’re from the UK so if there’s any parts or things people are confused with please just let me know I’ll be more than happy to explain 🩷 but I hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 4.7k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

Masterlist

Running errands day had to be one of your favourite days. Walking round your favourite shops, smelling all the different fabric conditioners and checking out what new snacks they had got you so excited so you made sure you were up and dressed to leave as soon as you possibly could.

You were just putting your shoes on at the bottom of the stairs when the front door swung open, a smiley Mason walking back in through the door and your face changed to one of confusion and soon as your eyes met his.

‘Mase? Why aren’t you at training?’ You asked, standing up so you could slip your hoodie on and he dumped his bag before making his way over to you.

‘Power cut’ he shrugged, pulling you in by your waist so he could place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. ‘The pitch has frozen over outside and it’s fucking freezing inside so they’ve given us the day off’

‘Oh thats annoying’

‘A little bit, but at least we can spend the day together now. I’m thinking we order breakfast and cuddle for a bit’ he winked before kissing your cheek.

‘No can do. I’ve got errands to run’ you told him, watching the way he dropped his bottom lip but you kissed it away. ‘Why don’t you come with me?’

‘Where are you going?’

‘B&M first, need to stock up in some cleaning supplies and i want to get a new shelf for the shower so that I can’t put my shower gel and bits on. If they don’t have it there I think there’s a home bargains near by. Then I need to pop to dunelm for some pillow cases and paint and then I think there’s a halfords next door so I can grab some more of that screen wash and then sainsburys to top up the food shop’

‘Bloody hell, sounds exhilarating’ he laughed sarcastically and you tapped him on the chest in jest.

‘Fine, you can stay here on your own then’ you winked, moving out of his hold but he pulled you back to him with a huff.

‘Buy me lunch and I’ll come’

‘Deal’

‘And I’m driving’

‘Don’t want much do you?’ you laughed and he shook his head shyly. ‘Go get changed, I don’t need you sticking out anymore than you already do’ you told him and with a quick kiss to your cheek he was running upstairs, changing out of his training gear and into a sweatshirt and some comfy shorts before you both jumped into the car.

‘So what do they sell in B&M? You talk about it all the time but I don’t actually know what it is’ he asked as you eventually pulled into the car park.

‘I mean it’s more like what don’t they sell. Food, home stuff, furniture, toys. It’s like Disneyland for adults’

‘How big is this place?’

‘Massive’ you smiled and he rolled his eyes before covering his face with his hands.

‘Can I stay in here?’

‘No way, come on you’ll love it. I’ll let you push the trolly too’ you told him, batting your eyelashes at him before he silently agreed, getting out the car and following you over to where the trolleys were.

He pushed it around but you kept yourself sandwiched between him and the handle as you first walked in, his body pressed up against yours and you giggled every time he kissed your cheek. It wasn’t long before you got to the confectionery aisle, his eyes lighting up at all the different sweets they had and you chuckled at him as he showed you all the ones he’d never seen with an excited smile.

‘I didn’t even know these existed’ he told you, starting to add them to the trolley already and you wondered if you’d have to step in soon to restrict him. ‘They must import them or something’

‘I didn’t come here for chocolate, Mason’

‘I know, sorry. You go get what you need and I’ll come find you’ he told you, not even looking at you as he looked for what other treats they had to offer but you realised you were going to have to stop him now before it got out of hand.

‘Mason, sweetheart. You know you’re not allowed all of this stuff’ you told him, picking up everything up out of the trolley and you watched as he pouted and held what he had in his hands close to his chest. ‘You can pick three’

‘But baby-‘

‘Mason’ you told him sternly, trying to stay strong as you knew you could quite easily fold at the sight of his pouty face. ‘I’m looking out for you. Your nutritionist will murder you if they find out you’re eating all this stuff’

He knew you were right, but he was still going to sulk about it. Grabbing everything into his arms so he could pick his three favourite before putting the rest back and turning to you with a pout so you pulled him into a hug.

‘Good boy’ you whispered, kissing his lips as he blushed and squeezed your bum gently.

‘Stop it you’ he laughed ‘wait till we get home, then I’ll be your good boy’

‘I look forward to it’ you winked, dragging him and the trolley through the shop and into the cleaning aisle. ‘I’m thinking of changing up the fabric conditioner scent, what do you think?’ You asked, eyes scanning the shelf before opening one up to sniff and passing it to him.

‘I don’t think i have any thoughts about that particular subject’ he told you, taking a sniff before pulling a face like he didn’t like it. He made a point of smelling each one after that before picking his favourite and you popped it in the trolley along with some washing tablets. ‘I didn’t have you down as an ocean escape kind of man’ you teased but he just rolled his eyes at you before helping grab everything else such as dishwasher tablets and washing up sponges.

Mason stayed pretty well behaved until you got to kitchen appliances aisle, trying to convince you that he needed a three in one sandwich toaster and a special machine just for eggs but you knew he’d use them once before they collected dust in the kitchen so you told him no and he scrunched his face up adorably.

‘You wait, I’m gonna come in here on my own and get everything I want so you can’t tell me no’

‘Pretty strong words coming from a man who didn’t even want to come in at first’

‘Well I was young and naive back then’ he laughed, kissing your nose as you smiled up at him, pulling him around the rest of the shop so you could pick up some things for the bathroom and you let him get lost in the toy section, picking out a few things for Summer and Mila for the next time they came around.

You popped into Dunelm next, Mason helping you pick out some paint for your room, paint brushes and some matching cushions before you dashed into Halfords for your screen wash. It was at this time he started complaining he was hungry so you sent him back to the car with the bags, promising to get him his lunch like you said and the giant Greggs sign caught your attention so you ran in to pick him up a few bits.

‘So I wasn’t allowed the chocolate I want but you’re quite happy for me to stuff my face with whatever this is’ he laughed.

‘Greggs is a delicacy’ you told him seriously, passing him a bottle of Pepsi and you watched as he rolled his eyes at the sight of his face on the side of the bottle. ‘Now would you like to see what I got you?’

‘If you must’ he laughed, watching you root around in the bag to find him his things. ‘When I said you can buy me lunch I was hoping I got to pick’

‘Well my tastes are superior to yours quite clearly’ you winked, handing him the pizza first and then a sausage roll and he looked at you like you’d gone insane.

‘This is all beige’

‘Yes, my favourite food colour. But I think you’ll find the pepperoni is red’ you winked and he gave up trying to argue with you, digging in and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was enjoying it. ‘You ready for cake?’ You asked when you noticed he was all done and he nodded whilst gulping down half of his Pepsi. ‘I got you two to choose from, I’ll have the other’ you told him, pulling out the little bags and peeking inside. ‘So there’s a yumyum in here or Tottenham cake in here’

‘I’m sorry, a what now?’

‘A yumyum or Tottenham cake’

‘You expect me to eat something that has the word Tottenham in it, are you insane?’

‘Hey, it’s nice’ you pouted, passing him the yumyum as you opened your cake up and you saw him peek over to take a look at the pink icing.

‘Maybe you can save me a bit and I’ll try it’ he teased it you made it your mission to eat the whole thing so he couldn’t but you were too full up to finish and he smiled when you offered him a bite. ‘Not bad, we’ll have to call it something else though’

‘Well my dad always used to call it shit cake’ you told him, watching his face turn to a look of surprise as you never mentioned your parents but he smiled warmly at you. Letting you know it was okay to talk about them if you wanted to as he gently took your hand so he could kiss your knuckles.

‘Oh yeah, why’s that?’

‘Cause Tottenham are shit’ you laughed and he nodded enthusiastically at you.

‘Then we must carry on the tradition’ he winked before starting the car up again. ‘So Sainsbury’s then home?’ He asked and you nodded as you got yourself plugged in. ‘I think I’ll get painting straight away when we get in, it’s only the one wall isn’t it? I can try and burn some of this lunch off’ he laughed and you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before you set off.

You were only in Sainsbury’s for 15 minutes or so and you offered to put all of the shopping away so he could get started on painting. By the time you were done he was just under halfway through with painting and you watched from the open doorway with a smile on your face as carried on, blissfully unaware of your presence.

He’d stripped down to just his shorts, his bare back facing you and you let your eyes flicker over him. Your mouth almost watering at the way his muscles danced under his skin with every move of the brush and you hand to hold yourself back from going over to place kisses all over him.

He must of caught you looking out the corner of his eye, doing a double take and looking back at you with a shy smile before laughing and motioning for you to come over.

‘You gonna stand there looking at me all day or are you gonna help?’ He teased but you stayed rooted to the spot.

‘I think I might stay here, I’ve got a pretty good view’ you told him, a sense of triumph washing over you at the way he blushed from your words. ‘I’ll just get changed and I’ll come help’ you told him, changing into an old pair of shorts and a sports bra that you didn’t mind getting messy. His eyes were all over you when you got back, you ignored him though and picked up the small brush so could could start neatening the edges up and with a kiss to your cheek he carried on himself.

The pair of you chatted over the low music in the background, him giving you his opinion on your thoughts for the room and making plans to pick up the last of your stuff before you had to give your keys back. It didn’t take that much longer for you to finish and you didn’t know what came over you but with your last drop of paint you’d dragged the brush across his chest and down his abs casing him to look at you with his mouth agape.

‘What the fuck’ he laughed, looking down at the mess on his body before dipping his hands into the paint tray and covering them fully. ‘Come here’ he laughed and even though you tried to run away, he backed you into a corner with a devilish smile on his face. You couldn’t do a thing but stand and squeeze your eyes shut and when you felt his wet hands grip your face you gasped in surprise.

He was kissing you right away though, silencing any protests as he trailed his paint covered hands down your neck and the pair of you laughed into each others mouths before pulling back.

‘Don’t mess with me’ he laughed ‘I’ll get you back ten times worse’

‘Noted’ he winked before dropping another light kiss on your lips.

‘We best go get cleaned up, I’ll get the shower going and then we can make some dinner’ he told you, leaving you to quickly tidy up the paintbrushes before joining him.

‘Bloody hell, Mase. I’m covered’ you laughed as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Paint all down your cheeks and neck and you picked your phone up to take a quick mirror selfie so you could remember the moment, Masons bare torso in the back as he threw up a peace sign making you laugh.

‘Come on, it’s ready now. I’ll help you get it off’ he offered, both undressing and heading in so you could clean each other off. Once all the paint was washed off of your body he turned you around, grabbing some shampoo and squeezing it onto your hair before starting to massage it in. His fingers were like magic, your knees almost buckling under you as he massaged your head and you hummed appreciatively. ‘How’s that?’

‘Really nice’ you told him, feeling his fingers move to the back of your head and slightly down your neck before heading back round to the top. You didn’t want him to stop but he eventually did, lightly pushing you under the stream of water so he could rinse it out for you. He then picked up your conditioner and brush so he could detangle your hair and you could feel yourself blushing as he looked after you. Eventually turning you around so he could place a quick kiss on your lips. ‘Thank you, Mase’

‘Love you’ he whispered against your lips and you repeated his words back to him before he kissed you deeper, holding your face so you couldn’t move as he walked you back under the running water to help rinse out your hair. You both laughed as the water trickled all over you but you didn’t stop kissing him, his hands sliding all over you back and bum and you tugged on his hair slightly, pulling a low moan from him. ‘Come on trouble, let’s get dry’ he smiled, your heart thudding as you looked up at him. Tiny droplets if water trailing down his face as his warm soft eyes looked right into yours and you couldn’t help but reach up and give him one last kiss.

Once out, he handed you a towel for you hair before reaching to the towel warmer to grab one he’d put on there for you just before you’d come into the bathroom and you smiled as he wrapped the warm fabric around you as he grabbed his own. The mirror was foggy but you attempted to wipe it so you could check all the paint had gone and you smiled when you noticed you were now paint free.

As soon as you were back in the safety of your bedroom, you could see Mason pulling you out some clothes for you to change into and you smiled as he pull out of your favourite comfy tops of his to put on.

‘Baby?’ Mason quietly said once you were fully dressed and you turned to find your boyfriend looking at you shyly, the bridge of his nose a deep red and you raised your brows at him to get him to carry on. ‘Could i dry your hair for you?’

Your heart fluttered at his proposal and you felt all the blood in your body rush to your face as you nodded at him, taking his extended hand so you could sit on the end of the bed whilst he got everything he needed before settling behind you and took your hair out of the towel. He was so gentle, brushing through your hair as carefully as he could before grabbing the dryer.

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as he dried your hair, being as careful as he could while running his fingers through it to stop it tangling and you couldn’t help but reach out to touch his calf that was next to you so you could trace gentle shapes into his skin. Needing to feel him in some way as everything felt so intimate but you felt your heart race when he turned the dryer off and began section your hair out so he could plait it.

‘You don’t mind, do you?’ He asked but you knew your voice would falter if you tried to speak so you shook your head to let him know it was fine to carry on, blushing even harder as he kissed the back of your head. ‘I’ve been practicing on Summer so I can get it right’ he laughed, carefully weaving your hair into two neat braids before securing it with a hair bobble.

You wanted to look at him so badly so as soon as he was done you shuffled round and his face softened at the sight of you.

‘You’re so pretty’

‘Oh shush’ you laughed but he grabbed your face so he could keep looking at you.

‘No way. Have you looked in a mirror recently? Absolute perfection’ he smiled before he face got more serious. ‘You make me feel so lucky’ his whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek and the tone of of his voice made your eyes sting.

‘Where’s all this coming from?’

‘I’ve just had a really nice day with you. I know we don’t get to do things like this often but every time we do it just reminds me that it’s all worth it, you know? And I love you so much and I love spending time with you. I’m just really happy’

‘I am too’ you gulped, pouting up at him so he would lean down to kiss you, and he placed the most gentle and loving kiss on your lips that made your whole body tingle.

You wanted more of him though, reaching up to hold his neck so he couldn’t pull away as you laid down and pulled him with you. He positioned himself in between your legs but kept his weight off of you so he could pull back ever so slightly.

‘I thought we were going to make dinner’ he laughed against your lips up you shook your head before kissing him softly again.

‘I want you first’ you murmured and your confession made him moan into your mouth as his pressed his hips against yours. ‘You promised to be my good boy when we got back remember’

‘I did’ he laughed, his cheeks flushing almost instantly as he knew what was coming.

Mason loved having his way with you, but you knew secretly he loved you having your way with him even more. The way it always got him riled up when you praised him and all the pretty noises he would make for you told you as much but you always made sure to only bring out his subby side for special occasions so you didn’t overdo it. With how you were feeling about him after your day today though there was nothing more you wanted than you appreciate your man the way he deserved.

‘Go sit up there for me’ you whispered, nodding towards the headboard and with one final kiss he was crawling up the bed to sit where you’d told him to.

Once you were undressed you were making you my way over to him, his wide eyes following you like you’d hung the moon until your fingers landed on the waistband of his boxers and they darkened instantly. You didn’t need to ask him, he lifted his hips for you instantly before helping you straddle his thighs.

All you could think about was his lips on yours and making him feel as good as possible so as he hands come to rest on your thighs you placed yours on his chest before dipping to kiss him instantly.

He was starting to get hard underneath you in no time, moaning into your mouth as you began to rock over him before pulling back and shuffling down his legs so you could see all of him.

‘I want you to touch yourself for me, Masey. Make yourself ready for me’

‘W-what? You mean…?’

You could tell he was nervous and slightly unsure so you took his hand in yours before wrapping it around his length so you could pump him a few times. His eyes flickered shut for a second before you pulled away, leaving him on his own to carry on but he stopped until you leant forward so your face was on line with his.

‘Touch yourself. Show me how good you can make yourself feel before it’s my turn’ you told him lowly and the tiny whimper he let slip soaked you immediately. You knew there was no way you’d be able to watch him get himself off without giving yourself some relief so you bought one leg in, hovering over just the one thigh now before sinking down so you could ride it.

‘Jesus Christ’ he breathed, one hand slowly pumping himself whilst the other griped your hip in an attempt to help you grind you hips down onto his thigh and the intimacy of it all made you tingle. You and Mason weren’t exactly saints in the bedroom but you’d never done anything like this before and the deep blush on his cheeks was telling you just how much he was enjoying himself.

‘Does that feel good, Mase? You look so pretty like that for me’ you murmured, the sounds now pouring from his mouth we’re unholy and it took everything in your power not to grind down on him even harder. But it was true, he was beautiful. His hair a mess, the bridge of his nose a deep red to match his cheeks and the adorable whimpers that were coming from him were driving you insane. You could tell he was hard enough now and you couldn’t wait anymore so you lifted your hips and positioned yourself back in his lap so you could line him up with you.

If there was a moment in time you wish you could freeze it would be this one. The anticipation, the look of lust on his face and the way his eyes were wide as he squeezed your hips as you lowered yourself onto him. He felt delicious as he stretched you out and you knew you wanted to torture him a little bit so when he was fully in you moved your hips as slow as possible.

‘B-baby please. Please go faster’ he mumbled, the bruising grip on your hips only adding to your pleasure and even though you wanted to give into him you also wanted to draw this out for as you could so you tutted at him whilst shaking your head playfully.

‘Nuh uh’ you breathed, your lips littering small kisses all over his cheeks but you ignored his pouty lips. You could tell he wanted to kiss you but you laid no attention to him. ‘Come on Mase, be my good boy and take it’ you breathed, revelling in the way he groaned at your words before his hands traveled down to hold your bum in a tight grip. ‘You feel so good, Mase. You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you’

‘Y-yes. Fuck yes’ he stuttered, his chest now heaving as he was loosing control. ‘Please kiss me’ he begged and you couldn’t deny you were itching to press your lips to his again.

‘Do you think you’ve earned it?’ You asked, lips by his ear as you trailed them down his neck. The sounds of his shallow breathing really getting you going and you picked up the pace of your hips ever so slightly.

‘Yeah, just please kiss me. I can’t-‘

You cut him off with you lips, moaning into his mouth as soon as you tasted him before his arms wrapped around you even tighter. You were as close as too bodies could be and you could tell by now Mason was close and had been for a while so you pulled back and placed your hands on his shoulders for leverage before moving your hips as fast as you could.

You knew you needed help, knowing Mason was dying to buck up into you so you dropped your eyes, staring right into his dark ones as you smiled at him cheekily.

‘Fuck me, Mase. Come on, finish me off I know you can’ you demanded and that seemed to be all it took. His hands were back on your waist as he manoeuvred you up and down, practically using you at this point but it felt like heaven. Your high hitting you like a truck out of nowhere and the distant feeling of Mason shuddering under your fingertips let you know he was done to.

He pulled you into his arms instantly, his head hidden away in your neck as you both tried to calm down and once you knew he probably was you tried to pull back however he didn’t seem to want to let you, pulling you tighter into him if possible.

‘Mase?’ You laughed, being a bit more forceful this time and whilst you were able to free yourself he was still hiding his face. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’

‘Nothing’ he laughed, finally looking at you but the deep blush on his cheeks and shy eyes told you everything. He was embarrassed, not because of anything that had happened but more because he’d enjoyed it so much.

‘You good?’ You smiled, watching him kiss your arm before nodding up at you.

‘Perfect’ he smiled before you leant down to kiss him again. ‘You’re absolute insane, do you know that?’

‘In the best way possible though right?’

‘Most definitely’

Tagged: @chaotic-taco-collector-blog @mm-vii @footiehoemcfc @masonmount07 @aundercover

[laura1633]

i am a hoe for how you write omega max especially and the way charles is so gentle and affirming to him. absolutely feeding the praise kink!

i also think about when they have a third person involved in a heat (lowkey cant remember who was an omega oops) to help them out literally every day and AHHHHHHH i would love more thoughts lol

Haha thank you 😃, oh I love Omega Max too and I love the way Charles praises him and looks after him.

I am in the middle of writing a little bit of an omegaverse threesome at the moment. There's a very rough first draft of a section below the cut but essentially Charles has to trust another alpha to look after his omega until he can get back to him. Cue two adoring alphas being sweet and praising Max throughout his heat. Please ignore the roughness and errors in this passage 😂

As the bedroom door flies open and Charles comes hurtling in Max starts whining and reaching out for his alpha. It’s only Oscar’s quick reflexes that mean he manages to get a tight enough grip on the omega’s hips to keep them settled on his knot. 

“I’m here. I’m here. Don’t move” Charles clambers into the nest and immediately brings his lips to Max’s, the alpha completely unconcerned that his omega is currently perched on someone else’s lap. 

“Thank you so much” Charles looks genuinely relived as he smiles at Oscar, “I mean it. Thank you”

“Thats… yeah that…” Oscar can’t really process what he is trying to say because he never thought he would be in a scenario where an alpha is thanking him for knotting their omega. Their hot beautiful omega that smells of summertime and giggles and purrs so loudly when they are happy, “sorry about…” Oscar nods down to where his body is currently connected to Max.

“That’s okay” Charles’ voice is soft and smooth as he soothes his hand over Max’s jaw,“You feel good Max?”

Max nods his head and smiles awkwardly. He seems shy all of sudden but is still purring happily as he wiggles his hips and settles back down on to Oscar’s knot. 

“I bet you’ve been so good for Oscar haven’t you?” Charles coos, he looks genuinely proud. Or wildly in love. Actually, Oscar determines that it is a mixture of the two, “Has he been good?” 

“Oh” Oscar realises Charles has diverted his attention back towards him, “Oh he’s been so good. So pretty” It’s Oscar’s turn to blush a little. He’s managed to put on the strong in-control alpha act for as long as Max needed it to feel settled but now with Charles in the room Oscar guesses he doesn’t need to take charge anymore. It’s a relief, his heart is hammering in his chest and he’s just glad he’s managed to keep Max happy and in one piece. It felt very much like he’d been left in charge of some precious irreplaceable cargo. 

“Did you hear that baby?” Charles’ smile widens, “Oscar said how pretty you are. What do you say to Oscar?”

“Thank you” Max bites his lip and smiles. He looks so different to when he’s climbing out of the car and pumping his fist in the air, there’s a rosy glow to his cheeks as he glances between the two alphas. Oscar's always been fond of Max, much like anyone who spends any real time with the omega but now he thinks he truly understands why Charles is madly in love, Max is special in ways he couldn't even have begun to imagine.