#there are more i'll get around to them soon

[soapcloth]

Filthy Dog

MMA au -> pro!Soap x PR team!reader

Series CW: 18+ MDNI, possessive behaviour, spitplay, oral oneshot - 2K words - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

“-I'LL HAVE YER’ HEAD ON A STICK!”

You heard him before you saw him- the blur of a man who was truly more bull than human, and the scraping of chairs. Another headache for you. 

You knew this was coming, you knew he wouldn't be happy with this sponsor. You tried to warn them.

“Johnny.” Soap’s manager, Mitch, tried to reason, eyes widening when the fighter’s massive wrapped hands flexed around his freshly-pressed white button down, untucking the bottom from his pants in the process. “-John.” he corrected, coughing awkwardly. When Soap snarled at him, Mitch looked to you with that ‘help clean this mess up’ look.

“No.” Soap bit, jamming a blunt finger into the man’s chest before you could respond to his plea. “This is yer’ problem.”

“We don’t have a problem.” Mitch assured. “Talk to me John, what's up?” 

Soap’s eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. “Ye’ know damn well. Told you I'd sooner quit than work with Max Energy.”

Mitch’s lips pursed, You were unsure what he expected as the outcome of his greed- probably that he would be able to talk his way out of it. “I don’t remember you saying that." he scoffed. "Come on now, Max is great, don't blow this out of-”

Soap growled in frustration, his fist careening into the folding table beside him; a deadly weapon- a warning shot. 

“Tell me, Mitch- why was I-” he snatched the cloth hanging out the pocket of his sweatpants and pushed it into the wiry man’s chest. “-just handed shorts with Max Energy big and bold ‘cross my fucking bits?” 

he leaned in, jaw tense. “Ah’m a joke to ye’? I’ll quit right here, right now.” 

Mitch called your name like he was summoning a maid and you could only sigh in response. “Soap-” “You say one more word for him and ah’ll knock his fucking teeth in.” he warned, not even turning to look in your direction. Your mouth closed, locked tight. 

“John, you quit and all those paying fans out there waiting for you will make sure you never get another damn title again.” Mitch threatened. “They’re not here for some still wet-behind-the-ears openers. They’re sure as shit not here for Kozlov.” he laughed sardonically. “They’re here for you. Don’t ruin this.” ‘-for me’ he seemed to leave out.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Mitch was doing this on purpose, or if he was just flat out stupid.

A deep, rumbling noise echoed around the depths of Soap’s expansive chest, lips curling back like a dog. “I do this fight- then I’m done, Mitch.” Mitch beamed, seemingly only hearing the confirmation he’d be fighting tonight. “-Not for yer’ sorry ass and not for those Max Energy bastards either. For the fans.” Soap grit out.

You could see the gears inside the manager’s head turning as he processed the financial hit he would inevitably take if his golden boy were to leave. “John-” Mitch practically whined.

 “Not up for debate.” Soap snapped, shooting him a venomous look- and like a tornado on a storm path, he chucked the shorts in the bin and left, dipping back into his locker room.

Mitch sighed, rubbing at his temples before setting his eyes on you.

“Do something. You’re Personal Relations- go relate personally.” Mitch snapped at you as he began digging into the trash to retrieve the shorts.

“Public Relations.” you corrected, earning a frustrated hiss and a dismissive hand wave. 

“Don’t change the subject. Get in there.”

You grimaced. “He’ll kill me!” 

“Don't be dramatic and hurry up, he's on soon.” Mitch urged, shooing you off. You made a sour face, heaving yourself up off the padded bench before Mitch could find something else to complain about. “-Wait.” Mitch ordered, as if he was telling a dog to heel. “-Second thought," he hummed "scratch that, let him be pissed for the fight. It’ll do numbers.”

-

Loathe as you were to admit, Mitch was correct- all three rounds had been polished off like they were light meals. You were next, surely. Your knee bounced anxiously as you awaited the full oncoming force of Soap’s post-cage high. “Fantastic! MacTavish v Kozlov-” Mitch barked out a laugh. “What a joke Kozlov was, does his team think it's amateur hour?” 

“Mitch.” you interrupted, knee falling still. “This isn’t really time for celebrations, you're about to lose your current biggest fighter.” He mowed you down with an eye roll “John just needs time to come to his senses, Max Energy contracts like this are once in a lifetime.”

“He’s not-”

The Locker room door nearly flew off its hinges, a beast coated in sweat and blood emerging. “John!” Mitch grinned with outstretched arms that faltered as the big man stormed straight past him.

God. Good god. He was hurtling towards you. Avert your gaze downwards, you coached yourself, you wouldn’t sit well in the stomach of a dog like him. 

Bare feet stopped before you. “You.” he chuffed out around the rubber guard in his mouth, drawing your gaze upwards. “Let’s go.” You looked around, not fully processing the situation. Mitch regained his composure. “Y-yes! Go talk with John.” he urged, desperately latching on to any inch of leeway Soap would give. “Get the fuck out, Mitch.” Soap barked, voice distorted by the EVA covering his teeth.”’Fore I rip yer’ head clean off.”

“R-right! We’ll talk later.” he laughed out nervously and tucked tail as Soap stared you down through the eyes of a starving street dog; getting the hell out of dodge. He kept his eyes on Soap as he left- a survival instinct not to show your back to a hungry predator.

”I tried to warn them about the Max deal.” you pressed once alone, hoping to avoid an argument. “Ah’know, bonnie.” he hummed lowly, a sweaty, gloved hand coming to graze your cheek. His sudden, loose tenderness came as a shock to your system. “Yer’ not like those vultures- Ye’ don’t see me as an asset.” His empty blue eyes relaxed, pupils dilating as his other hand raised to cradle the other side of your face, both thumbs brushing the corners of your lashlines. “Aye, Yer’ the good one. So patient with a daft bastard like me.” Your eyelids trembled slightly, his gaze zeroing in on the movement. “You want me like I want you?” 

Your eyes darted to your lap, urging Soap to tap at your cheek. “Eyes up- On me.” 

“You give the word and ah’ll treat you better than any man ever could. Ah’ll set ye’ right.” his voice dropped to a low boom. “Yer’ the only good thing ‘round me, have been since the moment we met.” You could still remember why you were hired. Soap was on the come up, but couldn't seem to figure out why getting into random scuffs with strangers over little annoyances was a bad thing. Especially for a man with a body that was essentially a lethal dose of muscle and bulk he had been specially trained in how to throw around. Possible fatal outcomes aside, it wasn't making him a man to root for. Every fight needed tension, but Soap wasn't a man built for pyrrhic victories- he was an underdog, biting and gnashing his way through cage after cage; man after man. He was meant to enjoy his hard-earned glory, and because of your work- MMA fans absolutely adored him. 

Soap huffed out, head tilting. “Y-yeah- yes, okay.” you whispered, trying not to psych yourself out. Your lips creased, head nodding before you could chicken out. 

Pulled into an blurred vortex, it took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize you were hiked over his shoulder as he lumbered towards his private locker room for the fight, locking the door behind him. Setting you gently on the luxurious industrial sink counter was his last mercy as he ripped off his gloves and clawed at your bottoms and underwear, yanking them off your legs. A freshly-bare and clammy hand braced itself under each thigh as he jacked your legs up and over his broad shoulders, a pleased grunt passing his lips. 

He lowered down before cursing and pushing your legs back up against your chest. 

You made a small noise, worried you had somehow fucked something up for him which earned you a growl and a headshake as he grunted and spat his mouthguard onto your tummy, sticky saliva coating your skin as it found its resting place before he dove back in, not caring where the plastic ended up. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses at the apex of your thighs, sucking and biting at the skin like he was underfed and hungry. You whined as his teeth kept digging into the sensitive flesh, earning satisfied hums from the man in response, stubble not helping your case. You flexed, legs caging in his head which had seemed to guide him towards your waiting cunt.

The noises he emitted as he lapped at your folds made you feel nauseated and lightheaded, a blushing mess.

A shoulder jerked upwards to support your leg so he could explore the messy folds with a newly-unoccupied hand, but didnt pull his mouth back to give himself the space needed to do so; leaving you reeling at the feeling of such a concentrated area of stimulation.

As if sensing your limits, he bullied his way deeper, growling into your pussy in a way that left black spots at the corner of your vision.

Brutish fingers began to dip into the spot they had been searching for and you could feel his body tense and flex as he practically humped into the space beneath the counter, hips desperately chasing contact it wasn't receiving. He cursed against your flesh, mouth covered in drool and slick as he rose upwards, reminding you of a hulking behemoth as you were forced to accommodate the new position. He gazed down with hazy eyes and a glistening jaw as he focused on jamming whatever he could of his finger into your cunt, twitching and thrusting the digit inside you. As if the stretch wasnt enough to satisfy that itch in the back of his skull, he stuffed in his ring finger next to it, pinky and index bracing his hand as he fucked the fingers into you, transfixed. 

You were going to pass out at this rate, his knuckles, malformed from years of improper training and injury- kissed at your inner walls, sending you out of body. 

His lids lowered, pace easing as a thought passed his mind. He paused, stretching open the hole as his throat bobbed a few times. Your head clumsily lolled to the side just in time to watch a fat wad of spit drip from his mouth, directly into your slicked pussy. He smiled, happy with himself and savoring the sight for a moment before continuing his ministrations- slower this time, deeper. He angled his hand, thumb massaging at your clit just to see the way you would react. 

You didn't disappoint him, the sight of you causing his mouth to part, drool still hanging from his chin. “Fuuuck.” he breathed, drawing the word out. "-What a sight ye' are." His eyes darted back to your cunt, thick brows quirking as he experimentally ground his thumb deeper into your nub, urging a cry to push its way out of your lungs. His teeth glinted as he huffed out a small laugh. “Yer’ being so good to me too, huh?” he rumbled happily, eyes coasting along your stretched folds and it took you a moment to realize he wasn't talking to you. He pulled his fingers out slowly, scooping the mixed fluids up and popping them into his mouth. “Mmh-” he groaned, diving back in to gather more, this time digging deep. the movement finally pushed you over the edge. “Tha’s it.” he praised, dipping his head low to lap his mess beneath your flexing thighs.  -

You spent the following half hour under a steaming waterfall shower head with a looming mass tucked against your back, cleaning you up and rutting against you in random incriments- his skin surely emitting steam at a higher rate than the water. He bowed his head into your neck, bunting against you and inhaling the smell of his favourite body wash on your skin. “-Got an offer from 141 Athletics a bit ago, they could take care of it all for us, y'know.” he mumbled, pausing and dragging his nose along your nape. “Yer' coming-" he breathed out. “You work for me, not Mitch- You're coming with me.” you could feel his lips drag up in a sneer against your skin when the man's name left his mouth. In an attempt to comfort him, you tried to turn and face him, but thick arms stopped you, curling under your arms and around your chest, sneaking a feel before pulling you into him, the fatty layer coating his pecs molding against your back like a dream.

You nodded.

“Good.” he sighed.

[seanminfl]

It was a warm, sunny afternoon when Mr. and Mrs. Johnson left their home to visit some friends, leaving their son, Jake, alone in the house. Jake was a handsome, muscular 25-year-old man with short, blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was home alone, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Jake picked up his phone and called his best friend, Mark, who lived just a few blocks away. Mark was a 24-year-old with a lean, athletic build, short, curly brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Jake and Mark had been friends since high school, and they had always been open about their attraction to each other.

"Hey, Mark, what are you doing right now?" Jake asked as soon as Mark picked up the phone.

"Nothing much, just watching some TV. Why, what's up?" Mark replied.

"Well, my parents just left for a few hours, and I was thinking... maybe we could hang out, just the two of us?" Jake suggested, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Mark didn't need any more convincing. "Sure, sounds like a great idea. I'll be over in 10 minutes."

When Mark arrived, Jake greeted him at the door with a kiss. They had never kissed before, but it felt natural, like they had been doing it for years. They made their way to the living room, where they sat down on the couch and started talking about their lives, their jobs, and their dreams.

As they talked, they found themselves getting closer and closer, until they were sitting shoulder to shoulder. Jake put his arm around Mark, who leaned into him, and they started kissing again, this time more passionately.

Jake's hand started to wander, and he started touching Mark's chest, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. Mark moaned softly, and Jake took it as a sign to continue. He started undoing Mark's shirt, revealing his smooth, toned chest.

Jake leaned down and started licking and kissing Mark's nipples, making him moan louder. Mark ran his fingers through Jake's hair, pulling him closer. Jake could feel Mark's hard cock pressing against his leg, and he knew they both wanted more.

Jake stood up and pulled off his own shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Mark followed suit, and they stood there for a moment, admiring each other's bodies.

Jake then led Mark to the bedroom, where they continued their passionate encounter. They started kissing again, this time more urgently. Jake pushed Mark down onto the bed, and he started grinding his hips against Mark's, feeling their cocks rubbing against each other through their pants.

Jake then started undoing Mark's pants, and he pulled them down, revealing Mark's hard, throbbing cock. Jake leaned down and took Mark's cock into his mouth, sucking and licking it with enthusiasm. Mark moaned and thrust his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into Jake's mouth.

Jake then stood up and pulled off his own pants, revealing his own hard cock. Mark reached up and started stroking Jake's cock, making him moan.

Jake then got on top of Mark, and he positioned his cock at Mark's entrance. He looked into Mark's eyes, and they both nodded, ready for what was about to happen. Jake pushed himself inside Mark, feeling his cock sliding in smoothly. Mark moaned, and Jake started moving his hips, fucking Mark hard and deep.

As they fucked, they whispered dirty talks to each other, telling each other how good it felt, how much they wanted each other, and how they had always wanted this.

They switched positions, and Mark got on top of Jake, riding him hard and fast. Jake reached up and started playing with Mark's nipples, making him moan louder.

Finally, they both reached their climax, and they came hard, shooting their loads all over each other's bodies. They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied.

They lay there for a while, holding each other, before getting up to clean themselves up. They got dressed and went back to the living room, where they continued talking, this time with a newfound intimacy between them.

Manny and Randy (2016) Sean Cody

[the-medieval-husbands]

It just keeps happening.....

Merlin doesn't know if he wants to stop it, or if he should? And the worst part is Arthur doesn't even notice he's kissed him.

First time:

After dinner, Merlin cleared the plates, then returned to ready the royal clotpole for bed. After making sure he was dressed in his sleep shirt, Arthur simply leaned down and gave him the lightest kiss, turned and started getting into bed, saying goodnight. He could see the moment it clicked in Arthurs head, yet he just kept going. Merlin excused himself and the next morning nobody mentioned it.

Second time:

Before his tournament match against sir chamberlain, Merlin was putting on his armor.

"Please Arthur. You need to listen. Be quick. Don't underestimate him. I watched him train." Merlin pleaded.

Arthur leaned in and cut off any further words with a kiss. "I'll be fine love. Now hand me my sword."

In a daze Merlin retrieves the sword and hands it off, turning back to Around seeing on his face that he again knows what he's done. They need to talk about this but not now. Not before he goes out there. So Arthur nods once, and walks out of the tent.

3rd time :

Duke Bohun would not leave him alone. Everywhere Merlin looked, there he was. Honestly it wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so handsy. The amount of times thay Merlin has had to subtly remove himself from groping range is getting out of hand. He's just glad Arthur hadn't seen...... Or we'll, was glad.

The Duke was seated next to Arthur at the farewell banquet, which meant that while Merlin was ensuring that Arthurs cup was always full, Lord Bohun would have plenty of grab time.

Maybe if he approached from the other side?

As the night wore on, and the wine seated in their stomachs and minds, it also loosened their lips.

"That is a lovely man servant you have there. I don't suppose you'd lend him to me for a night? I promise I'd return him just as I received him." Duke Bohun slurred while leering in his direction.

"Lord Bohun, I don't know how things are done elsewhere. But here in Camelot our servants are people, not objects. We do not give them away, nor lend them for a night." Arthur could feel himself getting more and more angry with every word.

Before the situation could escalate further Merlin out a gentle hand on Arthur shoulder.

Taking that as a sign, Arthur took a deep breath. " If you'll excuse me, I think it's best that I retire for the night." he turns to his man servant "Merlin"

"Coming sire"

No sooner are they in the hall does Arthur have Merlin against a wall and locked in one of the most passionate moments he's ever experienced. Arthur is holding Merlin like he might lose him.

Slowly they part. Merlin strokes the back of Arthurs head gently. As soon as their breathing returns to normal, Arthurs entire body tenses in realization.

Merlin, instead of getting mad gently lifts his head to look at him. They stare intently. He can see how scared Arthur is.

Merlin leans forward, and for the first time, he kisses him.

"It's okay." he gently tugs on the hair on the back of his head. Not hard. Just enough to show that he's in the moment with him.

Arthur smiles.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader (past)

Summary: After last years incident you don't know if you can move on, but Wanda shows you how real love feels.

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Nat cheats

AU: Pietro is alive :D

Author's note: Merry Christmas! I wasn't planning on making another fic for Christmas, but I was listening to Christmas music while wrapping and well here you go~

Snow was gently falling in New York making everything feel more magical. All the decor was up, the tree fully lit at the Rockefeller center and people were bustling more than usual to get their Christmas shopping done. 

You were trying to pick a gift out for your secret Santa, Wanda. Tony did this every year for his holiday party. You really weren't in the mood for it this year, but you were trying…after last Christmas things didn't feel as magical. 

Last Year

“Come on Tasha! We're gonna be late if you take any longer on your make-up!” You playfully called out. She smirked at you through the mirror. 

“Don't worry Detka, we'll make it.” Her sultry voice wrapped around you. You looked her over as she stood; a tight short black dress, tights, heels to match. Her hair was pulled into a fancy braid she'd mentioned the name of earlier, but you couldn't remember it. 

The party was in full swing by the time you two arrived. You were in fact upset about it because Natasha knows how you hate to be late because of your anxiety. As soon as you set your gift on the table for secret Santa Natasha was gone in the crowd. Interacting with the boys and Maria. You frowned, but went to grab some finger foods and a drink while you found the twins and Vision. The three of them are talking about experiencing Christmas for the first time. 

You sat yourself next to Wanda with the boys across the table on another couch. The four of you talking for a bit before you realized Natasha hadn't come to find you. 

A pout covered your mouth as you got up, “I'll be back guys I'm gonna go check on Tasha.” You excused yourself making your way through the crowd of people, looking everywhere until in the corner of your eye, her dress caught your eye. Your head turning and the glass in your hand falling with a sharp crash to the tiled floor. 

Natasha was kissing Maria. 

You were noticed by many including Natasha who looked like she had regret on her face. Not for the kiss itself, but because she was caught. 

You walked out of that party and didn't look back. 

Present Day

You got yourself ready, looking over yourself in the mirror and then at the clock. You'd be a little early which was perfect. You grabbed your gift for Wanda. It was perfect for her. It was a few different things. 

Tony never had limits on how much to spend. If you got him as your secret Santa you could expect a car or a new place to live.

You got there, hugging Tony with a smile. “I'm surprised you decided to actually come. You even have your gift!” Tony said surprised. You gave him a roll of your eyes. 

“Yeah I wasn't sure if I'd come at first after last year I felt sick thinking about it and about seeing her. I gave her my heart Tony…she gave it away. I decided if I did come this year then…I'd give it to someone special…” you explained to him. Tony was like your annoying older brother. You told him a lot of your problems and he was happy to listen. 

He gave you another hug, a nice tight one where you could smell his cologne clearly, making your nose scrunch up a bit.

“Go get her.” He whispered before letting go. 

It was hours into the party. You'd spent the whole time with the twins. Vision had gone off to talk with Tony at some point and now it was time for secret Santa. You got up, grabbing your gift to Wanda and you were surprised to see she had you as well.

The two of you laughed, deciding to go find her old room in the tower so you two could have a quiet moment to open each other's gifts. 

You both sat across from each other, she was cross legged in her usual black skirt and thigh highs, a low cut tank top and a dark gray cardigan fell off one shoulder that she kept fixing. Rings adorned all her fingers, some having multiple. You smiled as you gave her your gift. 

“Open yours first Wands.” You insisted, making her giggle which had your stomach doing flips. Biting the inside of your cheek to try to hide the effect the witch had on you. 

She opened up the bag that contained a few wrapped gifts. 

“You didn't have to get me so much.” She said with her honeyed accent. 

“I couldn't decide…they all felt like they were perfect for you.” You saw the barely There blush that covered her cheeks as she refused to look up from unwrapping. 

You'd gotten her a new mug that said village witch with a little graphic of a witches hut, the smoke coming out of it a ghost. The next gift was a variety pack of different teas from around the world. The last gift you'd gotten her was a new set of tarot cards. 

“Oh y/n! These are amazing and I love them! I can't wait to try the teas and you're getting the first reading with this tarot deck.” She said, leaning forward to hug you tight. “Now it's your turn!” She squealed excitedly. 

You smiled, taking the gift from her, opening it up, your jaw dropped. You just stared for a minute, speechless before looking up at her. 

“You…you made me a burr basket?” you asked dumbfounded. 

You'd asked Natasha for boo baskets and burr baskets and she never got them or made them and it hurt every time. 

“Yeah you kept talking about them so I wanted to make you one. I hope I did it right. I watched a bunch of tiktoks on making them and how others had them.” She rambled out. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, there was a blanket, slippers, flannel pj's pants, a face mask, eye mask, a little holiday squishmallow, lip balm, your favorite perfume, and some seasonal chocolate. 

“W-Wands…I…i don't have words this is…I…” you physically couldn't form words. You looked up at her and realized the only thing you could do to say thank you was kiss her. 

You moved the gifts out of the way, crawling forward and letting your lips brush against hers, when she didn't pull away you pushed into her, letting your lips pressed together. Your hand cupped her cheek as her lips started to move against yours. 

When you both needed air you pulled back just a little, your foreheads touching. 

“I wasn't expecting that as a thank you, but I won't lie…I've been wanting you to kiss me like that since I came to America…” she confessed. How had you not noticed what was right in front of you this whole time?

“Wands…would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” You ask softly.

“I thought you'd never ask.” She practically growled before kissing you again. 

This wouldn't be like with Natasha. You knew this was different. You could feel it. 

She was your someone special.

[themultifanshipper]

Can you write a fluffy carcar fic where imagine carlos trying to get oscar into golf? I saw oscar say somewhere that golf is frustrating- but carlos tells him "it's not frustrating, it's about patience" or something like that

He went to the golf course bc lando actually invited him after the wcc and all, and since lando was really insistent and he had time to kill, and he was like sure one afternoon won't hurt. So he goes, there by genuine accident they bump into carlos, and lando didn't think carlos was even back home so he was just as surprised to see him and then carlos ofc joins them but then lando has to leave (how convenient) so oscars suddenly all awkward

BUT THEN CARLOS IS LIKE ITS OK ILL TEACH YOU, ILL MAKE YOU LIKE GOLF

And suddenly oscars all flustered and both of them in their heads are all like "this is nice, omg this is really nice, why is this so nice!?"

Or something along those lines??

Oscar’s mind was going at a million miles an hour.

How he got into this predicament, with Carlos' strong arms wrapped around him while he shivered from the contact, was a mystery.

Warnings: smut, ass eating, inappropriate use of golfing equipment, public sex, kinda wild, i'll be honest there is not much fluff, asking me for fluff is like asking Fernando to retire, it ain't happening.

Lando. This was all Lando's fault.

He'd suggested going out for golf, which he knew Oscar wasn't particularly fond of.

And he was the one that had lost track of time and forgotten that he had a meeting to go to.

He'd also been the one to suggest Carlos join them, after running into the Spaniard by accident.

“It’s december!” he’d said. “We'll be the only ones on the golf course! It'll be fun!” he said. Well that was a fucking lie.

It may not have been high golfing season or whatever, but they ran into two people Lando knew from around Monaco, and Carlos.

The entire situation felt like the setup for a joke, and Oscar felt like he was the absolute butt of it.

Celebrating the WCC? Great idea. Golfing with Lando? Fine, why not. Golfing with Carlos? Not something he wanted to be doing in a million years.

He didn't not like Carlos, but every interaction they'd ever had could be summarised with two words: forced proximity.

Either they came together on track, or they were forced to interact by their mutual friends, namely Lando.

So he wasn't exactly fond of the man, but he tolerated him enough to be civil. And the less time he spent talking to him, the more time he had to check him out from afar.

Bexause he was hot as fuck, Oscar couldn't deny that. He'd caught himself checking his fellow drivers out on multiple occasions, but there were no cameras around now, so he could let his gaze wander a bit more freely.

As soon as Carlos agreed to go along with them, he knew this was going to be a long afternoon.

Golf just wasn't his thing. He’d tried. He'd really tried, he would do anything to please Lando.

But he thought it was a sport for pompous rich pricks who had absolutely nothing better to do with their time and money. He'd never had lessons, and Lando wasn't exactly a great teacher, so his form was shit, and to make matters worse, Lando and Carlos made fun of him for it.

Well excuse him for not growing up fucking rich!

“This is a shit sport!” he raged after missing yet another swing. “I just don’t get why you like it, it's so frustrating!”

Lando was too busy wheezing to reply.

“It is not frustrating, it is about patience. Observe”  Carlos put a ball on his tee, and positioned himself as if he was going to swing.

“You need to shift your weight as you swing, and don't aim for the ball, aim a few inches after the ball. And don't forget the position of your arms, the left one is straight while the right one is at a right angle, otherwise your aim will be all over the place…”

Carlos showed him the movement as he explained it, but Oscar had stopped listening entirely.

His eyes had zoned in on Carlos' arms. He knew the guy was fit, they were athletes after all, but he was absolutely astounded by how fucking enormous Carlos’ biceps were.

They were glistening with sweat under the sunlight as he flexed them. Then his eyes went to Carlos' pecs, which were also flexing, and looked like they were about to pop out of his polo shirt.

He was brought out of his reverie by Lando cursing loudly next to him.

“Shit! Guys I have to run, I completely forgot I have a meeting with my publicist in fifteen minutes!”

He left his stuff with them and sprinted away, promising to be back soon (they both knew he wouldn't, and one of them would inevitably have to drop his stuff off at his apartment).

Oscar was relieved, he could finally be out of this hell hole.

But as he picked up his bag of rented clubs to make his way back to the golf cart, Carlos put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Oh no, Cabrón. We are not done here. I am going to make you a professional if it is the last thing I do.”

Carlos teaching him golf sounded like the last thing he wanted to do, and the older man was smirking infuriatingly, as if torturing Oscar into liking golf was the most fun he could have.

But a part of Oscar was curious. Maybe he could have some fun of his own. He knew Carlos wasn't a particularly patient man. Maybe he could rile Carlos up enough for him to give up.

Making an F1 driver give up on anything was a hard feat, but Oscar liked a challenge.

It was a bit awkward at first, Carlos made him get into position, which he did very wrong on purpose, to try and frustrate Carlos.

But the man didn't even sigh, he just started explaining all about how the handle had to be pointing at his belly button, and his knees needed to be bent, and he needed to twist his shoulders while lifting the club while still looking at the ball, and then he had to-

Oscar had stopped listening again.

While explaining each action, Carlos' hands were moving Oscar's body around like a puppet.

His skin burned wherever Carlos' hands made contact.

And after a while it started getting to him. Carlos' touches were getting rougher, like he was getting sick of explaining and repositioning him over and over again.

But instead of chanting victory, Oscar's brain was slowly frying at the harsh grip Carlos had on his flesh.

They were both sweating in the sun, and Carlos was damp.

He was plastered to Oscar's back, his arms around Oscar's arms, hands gripping the handle over Oscar's hands as he tried his best to explain… whatever it is he was trying to explain.

Oscar’s brain was on one thing only: the hard planes of Carlos' body pressed against his.

The Spaniards breath smelled like the minty gum he'd been chewing earlier, and his mouth was so close to Oscar's cheek he could feel the heat of his breath as he spoke.

He was sweating, and not just from the sun, his body was on fire, and he could feel his blood rushing down from his brain to his nether regions.

Carlos hadn't noticed at first, fully absorbed in his long winded explanation of the subtleties of hip movements to emphasize striking power.

But when he grabbed Oscar's stiff hips to twist and move them the correct way, the younger man gasped out the tiniest of whimpers.

That made Carlos freeze. “Are you okay?”

His hands hadn't moved from Oscar's waist though, and that fact was making his head spin.

Carlos’ eyes followed the movement of Oscar's Adam’s apple as he swallowed before nodding shyly.

The flush creeping up the younger man's neck was enough for Carlos to understand what was happening.

He gave his hips another squeeze. “Oscar…”

The Aussie let out a shaky breath, the way Carlos whispered his name made him close his eyes in embarrassment.

“Yes?” his voice cracked and he closed his eyes, waiting for Carlos to yell at him for being inappropriate, or uninterested in golf, or gay… or something.

But the yelling never came, instead Carlos chuckled darkly and squeezed the flesh of his hips.

“Is my lesson making you too horny to think properly? Pathetic… And ironic given how you seem to be the one trying to distract me with these shorts” he spat, pulling at the hem of the offending shorts, which would be considered indecent to anyone who wasn't Oscar.

But Oscar had a habit of not realising how he looked, and today Carlos was having trouble not ogling his body.

Carlos’ hand barely brushed his bulge, and Oscar whimpered again, looking down to see just how tented his shorts were.

He had no idea he felt this way about Carlos, but here he was, hard as a rock and secretly wishing that Carlos would touch him more.

“Maybe I need to teach you some discipline before you can learn to play properly…”

Carlos nosed at the back of his sweaty neck, pulling his hips back against his own.

Oscar gasped when he felt the hard press of Carlos' cock through his shorts.

“Do not worry, I can teach you everything you need to know” he growled into Oscar's skin, hand sliding around to cup Oscar over his shorts.

That's how Oscar ended up pressed against the front of the golf cart, leaning on his elbows, and doing his best to stay quiet as Carlos ripped his shorts down his legs.

“If I didn't know any better, I would think you were hoping this would happen, given how slutty these shorts are.”

Oscar wanted to protest. They were practical! It was 25 degrees out and excuse him for not wanting to wear fucking chinos to golf.

“They're not sl-” he tried to argue but Carlos landed a harsh spank to the back of his thigh.

He yelped but Carlos scolded him.

“First lesson, no arguing with the teacher.”

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Oscar's boxers and peeled them off, groaning at the plumpness of the flesh in front of him.

“My god, it's a miracle your ass fits in those shorts at all…” Oscar blushed at the compliment, he knew what his body looked like, he knew he was gifted in that department, but Carlos praising him was turning his brain to mush.

He let out a surprised half-moan half-whine when Carlos spread his cheeks and spat, right on his twitching hole.

The act was so dirty, they were out in the open but Oscar no longer cared, he needed more.

He could feel the cool material of Carlos' leather glove against his overheated skin.

Carlos rubbed the pad of his thumb over Oscar's slick rim, making him keen.

“Lesson two: you have to be quiet or we are going to get caught. Do you want this to be our last lesson?”

Oscar was trembling with need, and his legs were seconds away from giving out if Carlos didn't get on with it soon.

“No! Please…” he whined pathetically and Carlos laughed.

He crouched behind down, spreading Oscar open.

“Then keep your mouth shut”

He licked a stripe from his balls up to his crack, and it took everything Oscar had in him not to moan.

“Good boy” Carlos praised, and dove in, licking and prodding at his tight rim.

Oscar could feel the strong wet muscle opening him up, it was obscene.

He bit his hand to avoid making a noise , he didn't really care about being kicked off the course, but he would rather avoid getting caught, with Carlos of all people. He'd never hear the end of it.

The repetitive feeling of Carlos' tongue breaching him had him gasping into his hand.

He pushed his hips back, his back arching as he fucked himself on Carlos' tongue, and the older man moaned at how quickly Oscar's body was betraying his need to be fucked.

He pulled away to suck a couple of fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly before pressing them into Oscar's slick hole.

Oscar was on fire. Carlos was using his gloved fingers to open him up, and the slick leather sliding into him made him want to rip his own hair out.

Carlos stood up and put a hand on Oscar's lower back to make him arch more, which he did gladly.

Carlos was surprised at how needy Oscar was under him, writhing and gasping every time his fingers brushed his prostate.

Suddenly he had an idea on how to keep Oscar's mouth occupied.

He reached into his pocket, where he had one of those extra large golf balls used for training, and tapped it against Oscar's lower lip.

“Open up, Oscar. You can suck on this to stop yourself making too much noise” and Oscar opened his mouth immediately and stuck out his tongue, taking the ball in his mouth almost too eagerly.

He was submitting beautifully, and Carlos had to unbutton his pants and pull them down, just to take some pressure off his now aching cock.

Once he deemed Oscar ready, he spit on his hand, slicking himself up and pushed in slowly.

Oscar couldn’t hold it in anymore, despite the ball gag, he moaned loud.

“Shit” Carlos hissed, slapping a hand over Oscar's mouth. “You need to be quiet”

Oscar was unable to respond, he was too busy drooling over how well Carlos' cock was stretching him out.

So Carlos took the ball out, accidentally shifting his hips which made Oscar’s eyes roll back and he let out a high pitched squeak.

Carlos then took his glove off, baled it up and shoved it into Oscar's mouth.

He then thrust into him hard enough to make him moan loudly again, and was satisfied when the glove successfully muffled the noise.

Or at least enough so that they couldn't be heard within a few hundred feet.

He kicked Oscars feet apart to spread him further, and slammed into him again.

Oscar was sure he could feel Carlos all the way up to his fucking throat with how deep he was inside him.

The sound of Carlos' hips slapping against Oscar's plump flesh made the two men wild as their bodies made contact over and over again, pushing and pulling against each other.

Oscar was doing his best to push back against the onslaught of Carlos' savage thrusts, but his body was slowly giving up on him.

His knees buckled, and Carlos wrapped his arms around him, pushing him harder against the now searing metal of the front of the cart.

He reached a hand down to wrap around Oscar's leaking cock, squeezing rythmically with each thrust and Oscar was a goner, he came with a muffled wail, painting Carlos' hand white, along with the front of the cart.

Carlos followed quickly after, hips stuttering as he filled the younger driver up, biting his lip to muffle his deep groan.

After a few seconds of trying to regain his sanity, he pulled his glove out of Oscars mouth and pulled his softening cock out of him.

Oscar sighed, leaning his head against the surface with his eyes closed in bliss.

He didn't register Carlos moving around until he felt him lick up the cum that was seeping out of his used hole.

He jolted, gasping as Carlos cleaned him up, lapping up his own cum and overstimulating Oscar to the point where he started wriggling and the Spaniard had to hold him in place.

The lewd slurping sounds were almost humiliating, and he was suddenly acutely aware of how exposed he was.

But that just served to turn him on again, and if Carlos had carried on for much longer, he would have definitely been up for another round.

Thankfully though, he soon deemed Oscar cleaned up of his cum, and helped him pull his underwear and those goddamn shorts back up.

He turned Oscar around and grabbed the back of his neck to press their lips together in a kiss that very quickly turned filthy and they made out for a few minutes, until they were in desperate need of air.

As they panted into each other's mouths, Carlos grinned.

“Rule number three: one lesson is never enough”

Needless to say, Oscar got a membership at that club. And he met up with Carlos every week for lessons, which they did not invite Lando to.

 Lando found that a bit strange, but he wasn't going to complain, he was just happy his two friends were finally getting along.

[hoernypie]

Could I request Shiu and reader in the middle of a steamy intense session of lovemaking and he gets a phone call from Toji (who’s secretly always crushed on y/n, Shiu’s wife, to Shiu’s annoyance.) and Shiu gets protective and territorial over y/n so Shiu decides to make her moan his name and prove a point to Toji who she loves and who makes her feel good. Like I want it to be intense b/c Toji’s shamelessly been suggestive and flirty whenever he comes to collect his payment from Shiu and both y/n and Shiu are starting to get annoyed with his ceaseless behavior.

With a sigh, Shiu pulled out, his dick glistening with your juices. He picked up the phone and hit the accept button, bringing it to his ear. "What is it, Toji?" he grunted, his frustration clear and loud. Toji's voice filled the room, "I know you're busy," he began, "but it's about the mission. I've got info that suggests the target has moved locations." You could feel the tension in Shiu's body as he listened, his hand tightening around the phone. "Info? You didn't watch her closely?!," he said angrily, before he glanced down at you, sprawled on the bed.

Toji's voice grew slightly more urgent, "I'm sorry, Shiu. She slipped past my surveillance when I went to konbini. But I've managed to trace her to a nearby warehouse. It's guarded, but I'll take them down without any problem." Shiu's eyes remained on you for a moment longer, slowly pushing the tip of his fat cock into your wet folds. "So… Is your little wifey okay? I haven't seen her for a while," Toji said just before Shiu put him on the speaker, making you hold the phone.

With an annoyed huff, Shiu rolled his eyes. He knew why Toji asked about you and in no way was that because he was worried about you. Shiu wasn't blind and he saw how Toji acted around you, especially any time he was able to see him looking at you in any skimpy outfit.

With an annoyed huff, Shiu rolled his eyes. He knew why Toji asked about you and in no way was that because he was worried about you. Shiu wasn't blind and he saw how Toji acted around you, especially any time he was able to see him looking at you in any skimpy outfit. "Oh, you're on the speaker so you can ask her yourself," he said as he slammed into you, making you moan loudly at the feeling, his hips moving so hard that they sent a pain crashing through your body. Each deep thrust was making you squirm in pleasure mixing with pain. His hands found your hips, his grip bruising as he pulled you towards him, his tip pressing against your cervix, as he went like an animal in heat, getting more turned on knowing that Toji was listening to every sweet sound you made. The sound of his balls slapping against the soft skin on your butt filled the room, broken by your moans and whimpers and his grunts. "Baby, you're such a good girl, taking my dick so well in your tight pussy," he panted out.

With a loud groan, Shiu reached his climax, filling your pussy up with his hot, thick cum. "Ah, fuck, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he continued to thrust deep inside of you, his cock pulsing with every spurt while he pushed his cum deep into your womb. His eyes shimmered, a smug smile playing on his lips as he knew that Toji could hear every wet sound of your pussy taking his cum. "Look how good she takes it," he taunted, his voice echoing through the speaker, making Toji's own desire spike as he listened to his friend claiming what he had always wanted for himself, his hand gently caressing his hurtful erection. Your body shuddered with the last of your own orgasm, your pussy clenching around Shiu's cock, milking every drop out of him. "Such a good girl," Shiu said, his voice low and possessive as he finally pulled out, leaving you a trembling, well-fucked mess on the bed. He slapped your pussy before standing up, taking the phone from you into his hand, "I'll be there soon," he said to Toji, not bothering to hide his smugness, "Keep an eye on her until I arrive." With that, he hung up and tossed the phone aside, his gaze returning to you. "Now, let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice still heavy with arousal, "I've got work to do."

[anjee0]

Merry Christmas

Female!reader x Eminem (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Y/n and Marshall have Hailie, Alaina and Stevie over for Christmas.

Warnings - Pregnancy (not reader!)

Y/n opened her eyes as warm rays of sunshine peaked through the curtains and basked the room in a radiant, golden glow. She sat up in bed and smiled lazily at Marshall, who was sleeping peacefully next to her. Y/n could feel a buzz in the air— a joyous buzz. An atmosphere that was glowing with an exciting ambience. She sighed happily knowing that this was a feeling only Christmas could bring. She gently peppered soft kisses on Marshall’s face, making him wake up. He looked up at her and smiled as he wrapped his arms around Y/n and brought her close to him. 

“Merry Christmas, baby.” Y/n whispered into his neck.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” He whispered back as he ran his hand through her hair.

“We need to get up. The kids will be here soon.”

In a few hours time, Hailie, Alaina and Stevie would arrive to celebrate with them. It was also Hailie's birthday, which brought more excitement for today. However, considering the fun events of today, Y/n felt on edge. The thought of meeting Marshall's daughters made nervousness bubble up in her stomach rapidly.

“Okay, I'll get up, but let me hold you for a little longer.” Marshall murmured into her hair. 

Marshall could sense the anxiousness right through Y/n's voice so he tried his best to comfort her. He drew lazy shapes on her back as he gently caressed her hair.

“I know you're nervous,” he said. “But don't be. You'll be fine. I know they'll like you.”

“But what they don't?” She responded, as she looked up at him.

“Well, in that impossible scenario, I'll just have to prove to them how amazing you are.”

“But what if they don't like the gifts we got them?”

“Well, I assure you they'll like them because we both picked the presents put for them."

"Okay then..."

Marshall chuckled and placed a tender kiss on Y/n's lips. He smiled softly as his blue eyes reached hers, reassuring her that she had nothing to be scared about.

“I'll try not to worry then.” Y/n said. She felt safe with Marshall and knew she could trust him greatly.

“Good, come on, let's get up.”

They eventually got out of bed and started to clean the house. Y/n got started on dinner and small side dishes. She found herself running around the kitchen, sweat dripping down her neck, as she located ingredients, measured them precisely, and put them together.

“Babe, are you alright?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine, I just…” Y/n's sentence trailed off. “Trying to finish off some of the cooking we didn't get to finish last night.”

“Hey, you're cooking great and you know it. Don't stress.”

“Thanks babe, I just want it to be perfect.”

“It will be. Don't worry.”

They spent the rest of the morning tidying up the living room, kitchen, and the bathrooms. They prepared a few guest bedrooms, just in case anyone decided to stay the night. Every second was spent making sure everything was spotless with not a single particle of dust flying anywhere.

After cooking and cleaning, they decided to go change their clothes into something more appropriate than their scruffy pajamas. Y/n was rummaging through her closet, trying to find the perfect outfit for the occasion.

She pulled out two dresses from her closest and examined them closely, thinking carefully about which one she should wear. They were both flowy and decorated with flowy designs, making the decision even more difficult.

“Babe, which dress should I wear? This white one with the red designs? Or the red one with the white designs?” Y/n asked, Golding both the dresses up to Marshall.

“Or you could wear this…” He responded as he pulled out two matching Christmas sweaters.

The sweaters were both a cosy white colour with a row of red reindeer prancing in the middle. There were also small details of navy blue around the reindeer, making it all the more festive. 

“You got us matching sweaters?” Y/n asked, her heart melting at the action.

“Of course. They'll look perfect on us. And then I also got us these matching brown pants. They're gonna really bring it together.”

“Well look at you being a fashion guru.” Y/n captured his lips in a loving kiss before she rested her forehead on his. “But seriously, thank you babe. I love it.”

They both got changed into their clothes, the cosiness of the sweater embracing them in a warm and comforting hug. The couple looked perfect in their matching Christmas sweaters. Y/n immediately took a few cute mirror selfies of them together with Marshall wrapping his arms around her.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang as a cheery chime echoed through the house. Y/n swallowed down the nervousness that was already conjuring up in her body. Marshall reassuringly placed a soft kiss on her forehead, letting her know she had nothing to be scared about.

They both opened the front door and were immediately met by the three with a cheery smile on their faces. 

“Merry Christmas!” They all said.

“Merry Christmas!” Marshall and Y/n said back. “And happy birthday Hailie.” Marshall said, pulling Hailie in for a hug.

“You must be Y/n! I'm Hailie.” She greeted her with a welcoming smile on her face.

“I've heard a lot about you. It's so nice to finally meet you. And uh, happy birthday.” Y/n replied.

“Thank you, hopefully dad only told you the good things!” Hailie teased. “But I'm so glad I can meet you now.”

“Hey, Y/n. I'm Alaina.”

“And I'm Stevie.”

“Hey guys, nice to meet you.” Y/n replied.

“Alright, why don't we start with gifts?” Marshall said.

They all gathered around the sofa and got settled in as they made themselves comfortable. Y/n nervously placed her hand in Marshall's and held it as her thumb caressed his knuckles. He squeezed her hand slightly in reassurance, letting her know that he'd be next to her through the whole thing.

They first started with Hailie's birthday gifts. She received an eyeshadow palette from Stevie and a pair of new shoes from Alaina.

“This is amazing! Thank you so much guys.” Hailie said gratefully.

“Alright, this is the gift me and Y/n picked out.” Marshall said, handing a box wrapped in festive paper with a red ribbon.

Y/n waited in anticipation as Hailie undid the ribbon, letting it fall off the box. She slowly tore the paper away to reveal a red velvet box. Hailie opened it and was shocked to see a pair of diamond earrings.

“Oh my gosh!” She said, her eyes fully wide. “This looks amazing! How much was this?”

“Don't worry about the price. And actually, it was Y/n’s selection.” Marshall replied proudly as he smiled at Y/n.

Y/n nodded nervously and gave a shy smile in response.

“Y/n, this is amazing. Thank you so much. Truly.” Hailie said, her voice mounted with happiness.

“I'm glad you like it.” Y/n replied.

They then proceeded to open Christmas gifts. To Y/n's relief, everyone liked the gifts that they received from her and Marshall. Hailie got a bedazzled butterfly clip, Alaina got a set of lip glosses and Stevie got a collection of rings. 

“These are so sick!” Stevie said as she wiggled her fingers that were decorated in unique rings. “Thank you Marshall and Y/n.”

After the gift opening, bits of wrapping paper were scattered all over the floor, making a complete mess. Marshall sighed and nodded as he looked down on the floor.

“Alright, you kids set up the table. Me and Y/n will clean this up.” He said.

The three of them collectively agreed and made their way to the dining room to start setting up the table, leaving Y/n and Marshall by themselves.

“I think they like you.” Marshall said as he picked up the wrapping paper off the floor.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked as she scrunched up the pieces of paper in her hand.

“I'm sure, baby. Hailie really likes those earrings. You've got good taste.”

“Thanks. Hopefully dinner can give me a chance to get to know them better.”

“Yeah, that's a great idea babe.”

After cleaning up and setting up the dinner table, Y/n and Marshall brought out all the food to the table. Hailie, Alaina and Stevie stare in admiration as the couple brought out a delicious looking roast turkey. It sat at the centre of the table, it's golden-brown skin glistening under the warm light. The side dishes were also brought out, including garlic mashed potatoes, salads and a brocoli cheese casserole.

“This looks amazing!” Alaina said. “You guys made this?”

“Mainly Y/n. I helped out too.” Marshall said.

“And by helping out, you probably just handing her the salt.” Stevie teased.

The while table erupted into a fit of light hearted chuckled meanwhile Marshall shook his head and rolled his eyes sarcastically, but deep down he knew the joke was funny.

“Believe it or not, he actually helped me out quite a lot.” Y/n said, patting his shoulder gently.

“Well either way, this food tastes great. Thank you so much.” Hailie said.

The dinner was a perfect opportunity for Y/n to get to know everyone better. The conversation was cheery with little bits of laughter here and there. The whole dinner carried a joyful and cosy atmosphere that lingered with everyone. By the end, Y/n was feeling pretty confident that she would get along with the girls perfectly.

After dinner, everyone settled down on the sofa and decided to put on a Christmas movie. They all decided on Elf— a classic. Marshall held Y/n close and rested his chin on her head as she laid her head on his chest. She felt comfortable against him in an embrace of safety.

“Where's Hailie?” Stevie asked as she looked around.

“I think she went to the bathroom.” Alaina replied.

“Hey, babe. I'm gonna go get some snacks, olay?” Y/n whispered.

“Okay baby. Come back quickly.” Marshall replied softly.

When Y/n entered the kitchen, to her suprise she saw Hailie leaning against the counter and looking down on the floor. She had a weary expression painted on her face, her eyes looked dull as she exhaled softly.

“Hailie, are you okay?” Y/n asked, as she approached her slowly.

“I'm fine.” Hailie replied.

“Is there something you wanna talk about?”

“I'm just feeling a little stressed about the pregnancy. I keep thinking I won't be a good mum.”

“That's a completely normal thing to be going through. Pregnancy can be stressful but you shouldn't worry about being a bad mum.”

“How can you say that?”

“Well if your parents raised you great, I'm sure you can too. And if you ever feel stressed, just let it be known that you have an awesome family who always be willing to listen to you.”

Hailie sighed softly and smiled as her gaze lifted from the floor to Y/n. “Thank you Y/n. I really needed to hear that.”

Hailie unexpectedly pulled Y/n into an embracing hug. It warm and comforting, allowing all of their worries to melt into a pool. 

A few hours later, it was time for the girls to leave. They bid Marshall and Y/n goodbye before they left the house and escaped into the chilly air outside. 

“Y/n, they definitely like you. I told you you had nothing to worry about.” Marshall said.

“Yeah, thank you Marshall. Today was great.” Y/n replied.

Soon after, they were changed out of their clothes and smuggled up in bed, wrapped around in fluffy blankets and tangled in each other's limbs. 

“You know, I head that talk you had with Hailie in the kitchen.” Marshall said as he softly played with Y/n's hair.

“You did?”

“Yeah, and you did a great job reassuring her. Thank you babe.”

“Of course.”

The next few moments, they stared at each other as a ckmfo silence hung in the air. An obvious tension grew between them as heat radiated off of their faces. Marshall leaned in and captured Y/n's lips into a delicate and passionate kiss.

When he pulled away he smiled gently as his gaze softened to a loving stare. His smile was an expre of nothing but love and care.

“I love you.” He said.

Y/n felt a flutter in her heart as she processed the words that came out of his mouth. He had just said that he loved her for the first time in their relationship. Y/n exhaled through her nose softly and gave him a kind smile.

“I love you too.” 

She could see the relief appearing in Marshall's face as she said those 4 words. They ended the night tight and snug in each other's embrace. Their love strong and comforting to each other.

A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone reading this! I really enjoyed writing the 5 weeks of Christmas Joy series, this was so fun to do. Thank you for everyone who read and left a like or a lovely comment. I love you all and enjoy your Christmas! 💗Also, happy birthday Hailie!

[bothoutsiders]

Red, blue, yellow, and green reflections danced across each and every fogged-up window of the car. His body was cramping with the effort, and the weight put on the same activity over, and over again, in such a confined space, but the need to move and feel the pleasure was stronger.

The dull Christmas music that came from the lights and ornaments that decorated the mansion were being drowned by Tim's panting and wanton moans.

"What a pretty, baby bird," Jason had leaned down, and whispered in his ear.

He wasn't lying. The image of Tim, and what they were doing, was just perfect: his boyfriend almost completely naked (except for the shirt, tie, and his socks), on his knees, ass up, and chest pressed against the seat bottom, taking him so nicely, so sexy and-- fuck.

"You sing so beautifully," Jason whispered again, as he pounded into him harder. He pressed gently two fingers to his boyfriend's lips, ignoring completely that, seconds before, Tim had been drooling. He took them into his mouth, sucking on them, and only pausing to moan louder.

By now, both were sweating, and the windows were completely fogged-up. If Jason decided to look up, just to see if someone was coming, he wouldn't be able to distinguish anything.

"Let them go," he tried again to pry his fingers away from Tim's mouth, with no success. On a particular, hard, and deep thrust, Tim had to pull away only to moan, as he almost came in that instant. Jason was quick to replaced his fingers with his own mouth, kissing his boyfriend in a desperate, obscene way, moving erratically, feeling so close.

He had promised Tim that, the moment he would feel him coming, he would place his hand so that there wouldn't be any stain on the car. But even if he felt his boyfriend tightening around him, he didn't do it. Instead, he tried to give Tim the best fucking of his life, making sure he would see stars and come too much, and maybe, after this, he would have a bit of trouble walking back to the mansion and continue with the celebration inside.

Tim drooled again, as he came across the seat, some of it even landing on the car's floor mats.

Jason followed soon after, groaning as he dug his fingers on his boyfriend's hips, and with great mental effort, pulled out just in time.

As soon as he finished, he bolted out of the car, stretching his legs and back, and cursing the car. He was sure that if he had spent more time there, he would've had a cramp on his back and one of his legs. It was cold outside, but anything was better than staying in such an uncomfortable place.

"Jason..."

He heard the soft voice of Tim coming from the inside of the car, and without a second thought, went to him. "You okay?" When he looked back in the car, he saw his boyfriend sitting down on the backseat, resting his back against the window, with his legs spread open. And while it was dark, he still could see him perfectly, and he looked so good.

Maybe he could go for a second round in such a nasty place.

"I'm going to kill you."

Looking up at Tim's face, he saw how serious he was. Oh.

"I'll clean it. Let me help you get dressed again, you go back to the party, and I'll do the rest."

"If you don't, we're not having sex anymore... In a car... In a car that belongs to Bruce."

Jason smirked. "Deal."

--

jason and tim fucked in the rear seat of bruce's car, an aston martin 1957, and ofc jason planned this, making a mess in it, and he won't clean it, because f bruce. he can clean it himself. and yeah, jason is not invited to that celebration, but tim is, and it's okay guys, nobody is hurt by that, tim was only at the party for a bit, give and receive, and leave to have dinner with jason. ofc, after this tim is going back walking funny and making a funny face when sitting down (if he does), before awkwardly excusing himself to go "home" (to jason's).

[hoomandoescosplay]

My Deer | Alastor x Reader Oneshot

As Alastor is focused on finding the perfect place for each ornament on our tree I sneak out of the living room. A smile grows on my face as I open our bedroom closet and grab a small box I hid in the back.

Taking off the lid I have to stop myself from giggling as I see the reindeer headband I bought a few weeks ago. After taking a moment to stare at them I pick them up and make my way out of the bedroom, making sure to hold the headband behind my back out of sight.

Alastor is still hard at work decorating the tree, making my smile widen. I grab the star for the top of the tree with my free hand as he begins to hum along to the song playing on the record player.

“Looks like the tree is ready for the final touch.” I say as I walk near him, shaking the star around gently. He turns around to look at me and smiles. "It does. Do you want to place it up there dear?"

I shake my head. “Can you do it? The tree we picked is a little too tall for me.” I say with a small laugh. "Of course. Let me." Alastor chuckles as he grabs the tree topper from me and begins to carefully place it atop the Christmas tree.

As he places the star I quickly pop the headband on his head. He immediately freezes, his hand hovering over the tree topper as he takes a moment to process what just happened.

He slowly turns his head back to look at me before using his hand to feel what was placed on his head. "What-?" He mumbled while coming to the realization that I placed antlers on him.

“You look so cute as a reindeer.” I laugh out. “I’m so glad I bought those.” He blushed a little in embarrassment as he brought his hand back down to his side but kept the headband on.

"I do not look cute." He mumbled in an attempt to argue. I cross my arms, huffing playfully. “And how would you know that if you haven’t looked at yourself.”

Alastor paused before sighing, realizing that I was right. "I don't have to look to know that these antlers look ridiculous on me." I walk closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Well I think you look great and your wife is always right.” I give him a large grin.

He rolled his eyes with a smile as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "You’re lucky I love you. These would be long gone if I didn’t." He then kisses me for a moment. “Why a reindeer headband? I’m curious.”

My eyes light up at the question, hoping he’d ask. “You always call me dear so now you're my dear. Get it?” I laugh slightly once more. “I also just love deers and reindeers are the festive version of them.”

Alastor stared at me for a moment before laughing a little at the pun. "I can't even say I'm surprised that was your reason." He chuckled before giving me a small smile.

"Well, I'll be your dear if that's what you want" He said in a humorous tone. My smile grows at his words as I pull him in for another kiss. His arms pull me a little closer as he kisses me back for a moment.

We soon part, and he pulls away with a warm smile on his face. "I love you, my dear." Alastor chuckled as he looked down at me. “I love you too Alastor.”

"Even when I look like a deer?" He laughs as I begin to laugh along with him. “Even when you look like a deer. A very cute deer.” Even though he rolled his eyes at the last part he couldn't hide the growing smile on his lips.

[maomiscorner]

Christmas is in Town

[author: wrote it a little late, but these days i was so busy but this story deserves so much] Pairing: bf!jake x f!reader

Background: His family organized a family dinner for the first time after months, they took the chance to invite you for the christmas dinner. You’re gonna meet his family for the first time as half of it leaves in Australia. With a surprise in the final part

She was already getting ready, wearing a red velvety skirt with a white pullover and tights underneath. Now, she was doing her hair, styling it in a wavy half-updo with a red bow at the back, leaving a few strands in front.

Clothing reference:

Jake entered the house after work and looked at her. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her outfit, the red bow adding a cute touch to her appearance. His eyes roamed over her figure in admiration, a warm smile spreading across his face. "God, you're so pretty, love," Jake commented, his smile soft and loving.

She turned her head from the bathroom, catching his gaze. “Thank you,” she replied, shyly smiling. He saw her look at him, their eyes meeting, and a small, shy smile formed on her lips. His heart swelled with affection at her modesty, his eyes tracing her pretty figure once more. "Mmm, and you're not just pretty. You're absolutely gorgeous, my love," he said, his voice soft and adoring.

She closed the door shyly, feeling him move closer. Jake's heart raced as the door shut, and his smile widened at the image of her inside, her shyness making her even more endearing. He was drawn to her but held back, leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets as he waited for her to be ready.

“Get ready, love, it's already 7 p.m.!” she called from inside the bathroom, now finishing her makeup. His heart skipped a beat at the sound of her calling him “love,” a warm sensation washing over him. Realizing the time, excitement surged through him. "Mmm, I'll be ready in a few minutes, my love. I'll meet you out here soon," he replied, tracing his fingers along the wall as he waited, anticipation building.

She chuckled, knowing he was eager to hug her, so she hurried with her makeup—a natural look with eyeliner and mascara to highlight her doe-like dark green eyes, red lipstick to match her skirt, and a light touch of blush. She then stepped out of the bathroom, meeting his eyes. “Here I am, all ready.”

Jake's heart skipped a beat as she appeared, his eyes widening at the sight of her. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat—her natural makeup and red lipstick made her look even more stunning. Instinctively, his body moved toward her, his arms wanting to wrap around her. "You look absolutely divine, my love. Truly a goddess," he said, his gaze full of admiration and love. She smiled, his compliments making her heart flutter as if it were the first time she’d heard them. “You're so pretty too,” she said, playfully.

His heart swelled at her smile, her happiness bringing him joy. His cheeks flushed, and he returned a shy smile at her compliment. "Thank you, my love. Your words mean so much to me. But I'm still not as pretty as you," he said softly, gently tracing her cheek with his fingers.

“Thank you, it means a lot,” she said, noticing his reddened cheeks. “Now it's time to get you ready, love.” His smile grew wider at her words, though a hint of embarrassment lingered. He nodded. "Alright, my love. Let's get ready," he said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom.

She waited for him on the bed while he showered. When he entered the room with just a towel around his waist, she smiled. “Here's my man.” His heart raced at her warm smile, though he felt a bit self-conscious, standing there in just a towel. She playfully covered her eyes with her hands, respecting his privacy until he got dressed, then peeked when he came closer to move her hands away.

She smirked, checking him out. He was now wearing a light blue shirt under a grey oversized pullover and black baggy jeans. “You're the prettiest, I swear.” His cheeks reddened at her gaze, feeling both embarrassed and flattered. He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you, my love. But you're the prettiest person ever," he said, tracing her cheek affectionately.

Clothing reference:

She smiled, her doe eyes sparkling. “How are we getting to your parents' house?” "My father is picking us up at 8 p.m. Is that okay, my love?" he asked, gently touching her waist. She felt a little nervous but nodded. “It's okay.” She stepped away to apply some perfume, trying to calm herself. “I want to be honest with you… I’m feeling a little nervous about meeting your family,” she admitted, chuckling at her reflection as she checked her hair and makeup.

He heard the nerves in her voice and moved closer, gently resting his hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror. "Don’t worry, love. I promise they’re going to love you. And you look absolutely stunning tonight. There's no need to be nervous at all."

She sighed, turning to hug him. "Thank you for being so understanding with me." He held her close, his heart full of affection. "My love, I'll always understand. I get why you’re nervous, but I promise everything will be alright. I'll be with you the whole time."

She lifted her head and looked at him. "I love you." He gazed into her eyes, feeling his heart melt. "I love you too, my love. So, so much." She giggled, his words lifting her mood.

He smiled warmly as they both prepared to head to the living room. He took her hand, gently tracing her fingers. "It's time to go. My father will be here soon."

They sat on the sofa, chatting while they waited for his father. When the doorbell rang, Jake's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. He looked at her, feeling the weight of the evening ahead. "I think it’s my dad. Are you ready?" he asked, gently holding her waist. She nodded, a bit anxious, as they went to the door. Jake opened it, revealing his father.

"Dad, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my father," he introduced them with warmth and respect.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sim," she said, extending her hand politely. Jake watched, his heart swelling as his father smiled in appreciation. "It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Y/N. My son has told me a lot about you," his father replied, shaking her hand gently.

She chuckled shyly, and Jake rubbed her back in reassurance. "We should go now, Dad. Let’s get some food; I’m starving," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist again. They quickly slipped into their jackets and shoes, making sure to grab the bags with their gifts before heading out. Once outside, they all climbed into his father’s car and drove to his parents' apartment.

Jake held the car door open for her, smiling as she got in. Once he settled in the front seat and his father started the car, the journey to his father's apartment began. Jake glanced back at her, his heart full of affection as he admired her, feeling both excited and a little nervous for the evening ahead.

They soon arrived at his father's apartment, the sight of the building triggering memories of his childhood. Jake felt a wave of nostalgia and affection wash over him as he glanced at the familiar structure, the feeling of home settling in. He turned to her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Mmm, we're here, my love. Are you ready to go in?" he asked, his voice gentle and reassuring as he gazed into her eyes.

She nodded, her voice soft but steady. "Yeah, I'm ready," she replied, waiting for him to open the car door for her.

His father led them to the lift, and as they ascended, Jake reached for Y/N's hand once more, intertwining his fingers with hers. His heart swelled with a mix of excitement and nerves as the elevator came to a stop. He glanced at the door, then back at her, giving her a comforting smile.

When his father opened the apartment door, a small, modern space came into view, cozy and welcoming. Suddenly, Jake’s mother appeared, and more notably, so did his dog, Layla.

"Wow! You weren’t exaggerating when you said your girlfriend was beautiful, my Yun!" his mother exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she saw Y/N.

Y/N shyly chuckled, slipping off her jacket with Jake’s help, and removing her shoes. "Thank you," she murmured, feeling slightly flushed from the attention.

Jake's heart leaped at his mother’s words, a warm smile spreading across his face. A sense of pride surged within him, seeing how well his mother had reacted to his girlfriend. "I knew you'd love her as much as I do," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers as he took her jacket, his fingers brushing lightly along her back in a reassuring gesture.

As soon as they spotted Layla, Jake's face lit up with pure joy. "Mmm, Laylaaaa!" he cooed affectionately, bending down to greet his dog. Layla, overjoyed to see him after such a long time, started jumping around him excitedly, her tail wagging uncontrollably.

They made their way to the living room, placing the gifts under the tree before settling in the kitchen for dinner. She, feeling a little nervous, stuck close to Jake like a lost puppy, gaining confidence with his presence. As the evening progressed, they all chatted and enjoyed their meal, with Jake occasionally glancing at her, proud of his girlfriend. After dinner, it was time to open the gifts. They all gathered on the sofa by the Christmas tree, and Jake went first. Y/N handed him his gift with a smile. "I know how much you love this. I bought it two months ago, and when I saw it, I thought, 'OK, this must be Jake's gift!'" she said as he eagerly tore open the wrapping.

Jake's eyes lit up as he gasped in excitement, revealing a LEGO set he'd been wanting for months. "Oh my God, oh my God, it's the LEGO set... the one I wanted!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his joy. He immediately pulled Y/N into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around her as a wide grin spread across his face.

Y/N grinned back, thrilled by his reaction. "I'm so happy you like it, love." Jake, still holding her close, murmured into her shoulder, "I love it, I love it so much, my love. I can't believe you remembered. Thank you, thank you, thank you." She chuckled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, forgetting for a moment that his family was watching, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

Jake, noticing his family's amused glances, felt his own face flush but didn't mind. His brother smirked, his mother smiled warmly, and his father looked pleasantly surprised. Jake, still holding Y/N by the waist, gave her a shy chuckle before pulling back slightly. "Thank you, I swear it's the best gift ever," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers with a tender smile.

Y/N smiled back and replied, "You're welcome, love," before they sat down again. It was Jake's turn to give her a gift. He handed her a wrapped package, his fingers gently brushing hers. "This is for you, my love. Go on, open it."

Y/N’s face lit up as she unwrapped the gift, revealing a familiar-looking beanie. Her eyes widened with excitement. "Is it what I'm thinking of?" she asked, pulling it out of the box. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, recognizing the beanie Jake had worn at one of his recent concerts, which she had admired.

Jake's heart swelled with affection as he saw her reaction. "Yes. It's the hat, the one I wore at the concert. I knew you really liked it," he said softly, his hand gently tracing her back in a comforting gesture.

"Thank youuuu!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Jake's heart melted as he hugged her back, his face warm from her affectionate gesture. "You're welcome, my love. I'm glad you like it so much."

Y/N, realizing they had gotten a bit carried away, smiled apologetically at his family before putting the beanie on, clearly loving it. She then handed out the gifts she'd brought for his family. "Since I wasn't sure what you'd like, I made some biscuits for everyone," she said shyly.

Jake's mother beamed at the mention of biscuits, her eyes lighting up. "Oh my God, biscuits! You made them?"

Y/N nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it's my grandma's recipe. I made them yesterday at home."

His mother seemed genuinely delighted, her face lighting up with joy and appreciation. "Oh my God, they look so good. Thank you, dear. You didn't have to go through the trouble; you could've just bought a gift. But these biscuits look fantastic, you have my praise," she said, taking one of the biscuits and eagerly biting into it. Her eyes closed in delight as she savored the taste, a soft "mmm" escaping her lips. Y/N smiled as she watched them all enjoy her homemade biscuits. "I prefer to make them, after all, it's Christmas," she said, her heart swelling with happiness at the praise.

He watched as his family enjoyed the biscuits, their faces filled with genuine appreciation as they bit into them. His brother nodded, taking another biscuit and eagerly taking a big bite. His father smiled, a small grin appearing on his face as he said, “Mmm, they’re delicious. You’re the first girl Jake has brought here, and you certainly know how to leave a good impression on us,” he said, his arm wrapping around his wife’s shoulders.

Y/N smiled at them, but when she turned her head, she saw Jake eating her biscuits enthusiastically, and it made her chuckle. "Yunie, you like them?" she teased.

He heard her tease him and felt his heart warm, his cheeks flushing slightly. He quickly finished chewing his biscuit, a sheepish smile on his face. Chuckling, his face reddened with embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Mmm, yeah, they’re delicious. I couldn’t help myself, they were too good,” he replied with a small laugh, his eyes full of affection toward her.

She smiled at him and moved closer, brushing away some crumbs from his mouth. He felt his heart melt at her gentle gesture, a small shiver running down his spine at her touch. His body instinctively leaned closer to hers as he continued to eat, careful not to make too much of a mess this time. His cheeks flushed even more as she wiped the crumbs from his face, his heart swelling with love and adoration for her.

The night went on, and it was nearly 11 p.m., so they decided to head home, with his driver waiting outside. “Thank you so much for inviting me; it was a pleasure to meet you all,” Y/N said as they stood up.

Jake felt a wave of affection wash over him as the evening came to a close, his hand gently holding hers, comforted by her presence. He looked at his family, their eyes filled with warm smiles and approval. His father spoke up, "It was a pleasure to have you here, Y/N. Thank you for coming. You're welcome anytime."

She smiled as they dressed, gathering their gifts and heading out of the house. As they entered the driver’s car, Y/N sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, not knowing that the surprises weren’t finished yet.

“Now I know why you’re so sweet and caring. Your family is pure gold and candy,” she joked, playfully messing with his hand that was intertwined with hers.

He let out a small laugh, a warm smile spreading across his face. He felt his heart swell with affection as he looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. “Yeah, I got lucky with my family. They’ve always supported me in everything I do. And they seem to really like you too, so we’re going to see a lot of each other from now on,” he said softly, his fingers tightening their grip on hers. Their hands felt warm and comfortable together.

They arrived back home, took off their jackets and shoes, and placed the gifts on the table before sitting on the sofa, settling into the quiet comfort of each other’s company.

She smiled at him as he led her to his room, only to reveal another surprise. "You wanna go to bed?" she asked, confused, while he sat her down on the bed. His heart skipped a beat at her puzzled expression, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement. He sat beside her, gently caressing her back, trying to contain the small smile tugging at his lips.

“Mmm, no, but I have a surprise for you, my love,” he said softly, his eyes filled with affection. She blinked, still unsure. "You already gave me my gift," she said, a bit confused.

He chuckled at her confusion, his hand continuing to trace soothing circles on her back. His eyes met hers as he tried to keep the surprise a secret for just a bit longer. “I know, but this one’s different. Wait here,” he said softly, his eyes glowing with warmth.

She watched him as he moved to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a small blue box. Her curiosity grew as he returned to sit next to her, their bodies close.

“Open it, and tell me what you think,” he said warmly, his heart racing as he handed her the box.

She took the box, unwrapping it carefully. "God, Yunie, what did you buy me?" she chuckled nervously, noticing the iconic Tiffany box, knowing it was likely something expensive.

His heart fluttered as she opened the box, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling inside him. He watched her face as she unraveled the ribbon, revealing a Tiffany Knot Ring in Yellow Gold with Diamonds. A gasp escaped her lips. "Yunie... I..." she was at a loss for words, looking at him in shock.

Ring reference:

His heart swelled with warmth as he saw her reaction. His fingers lightly drummed against her leg as he waited for her to speak.

“Mmm, do you like it?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart beating wildly as he awaited her response.

A smile slowly appeared on her lips. “I love it... but it must have been expensive. I mean... I...” She was overwhelmed by the gesture, her emotions rising as the significance of the ring hit her.

He leaned in, his fingers intertwining with hers, his other hand lightly touching the ring. “Don’t worry about the price. It’s not about that. It’s about what it means to me.”

Her heart raced, and butterflies filled her stomach. With her left hand trembling slightly, she extended it to him.

His emotions surged as she offered her finger to him. He gently took the ring from the box, his fingers trembling with anticipation. “Can I?” he asked softly, his breath catching as his eyes searched hers for permission.

She smiled and mouthed a small "yes," her eyes beginning to well with tears as he gently slipped the ring onto her finger.

He felt a rush of joy as the ring slid perfectly onto her finger. It was a moment he would never forget. His heart soared as he saw the tears in her eyes, and a soft smile appeared on his lips. “It looks beautiful on you,” he said quietly, his hand moving to gently cup her cheek, brushing away the tear that had escaped.

She stared at her hand in disbelief, then looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper. "I love you," she said, straddling his lap and hugging him tightly. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, GOD, I LOVE YOU," she exclaimed as she peppered his face with kisses.

His heart overflowed with love as she hugged him, her body pressing against his, her kisses making his heart race. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, his hands tracing comforting patterns on her back. “I love you too, my love. You mean the world to me,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he held her close.

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, feeling at peace as they embraced. His arms tightened around her, their bodies fitting perfectly together, and for a few moments, nothing else mattered but the warmth they shared. Eyes closed, they stayed wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating in sync, enjoying the intimacy of the moment, the outside world completely forgotten.

[kimoralov3]

lay all your love on me 24

jj maybank x heyward!reader

<- previous next ->

"y/n come on, we're gonna be late if we keep waiting on you!" pope calls from outside your door. you roll your eyes at that, putting on one more swipe of mascara.

"stop rushing me! i just need like two more seconds!" you call back as you apply your lip liner and lip gloss. you give yourself a final once over, making sure you look decent before grabbing your sandals and sliding them on as you hobble over to the door.

when you open it pope is still standing there, arms crossed over his chest as he shakes his head. you stick your tongue out at him before taking the steps two at a time to meet everyone else outside in front of the twinkie. sarah wasn't feeling well today, so it'd just be you, pope, jj, cleo, kie, and her girlfriend lex going to the party at the boneyard today. sarah and john b were sitting on the front porch when you got out there, so you stopped to talk to them.

"hey guys. are you two sure you don't want me to stay home? i wouldn't really mind." you ask as you stand in front of them. sarah waves a dismissive hand at that.

"yes yes, we're sure. besides, you have more important things to worry about." she says as she and john b wiggle their eyebrows at you. sarah was pregnant so you couldn't exactly hit her, but you sure as hell did give john b a good punch in the shoulder before walking away.

ever since you and jj had fallen asleep together outside, the pogues would not leave the two of you alone. i mean, it's not like it meant anything. just friends helping each other out. friends who had been doing a lot of... hanging out lately. the kind of hang outs that felt like dates. but they weren't! jj was just trying to make up for being an ass. in a very rom-com way. but still! the two of you were just friends. much to your dismay.

you all had been at the boneyard for about 3 hours now, and it was really starting to crank up. not that you could really focus on that, though, because you had spent basically the whole time running and hiding from jj.

"y/n, would it really be that bad to talk to him?" aubree asks as rafe comes back with her drink. rafe immediately wraps an arm around her, and you get the sense that that should make you upset or something but it doesn't. you've both moved on for the better.

"obviously. don't wanna embarrass myself. besides, he seems a little... preoccupied at the moment." you say as you tilt your cup in his direction. he's currently talking to some girl that went to school with you guys- her name was like, ashley or something? doesn't really matter, what matters is the fact that she has jj's full attention and not you.

"aww, are you jealous because he's talking to other girls?" kiara asks teasingly, causing lex to elbow her in her side.

"i am not jealous. if he wants to talk to other girls, he's very free to. it's not like we're dating or anything." you say as you take a sip of the beer you'd been nursing since you got there.

"but you want to be." rafe says. it's a statement and not a question, which makes you even more frustrated with all your friends. why couldn't they just butt out of your love life?

"i'm leaving." you say, walking away quickly before any of them could poke fun at you again. as you're walking towards the water you hear someone calling your name, and you turn to see jj jogging towards you. just what you needed, great.

"hey, y/n! haven't really spoken with you since we got here." he says once he catches up with you. you force a smile on your face as you try and come up with a response.

"yeah, sorry about that. to be honest, i'm not really in the partying mood tonight." you say with a shrug. "i'll probably head home soon, anyways."

"you're gonna walk all the way back home by yourself?" he asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets. it's a nervous habit of his that you've always found cute, but you can't help but wonder what could possibly be making him nervous at the moment.

"yeah. don't wanna ruin the fun for everyone else." you say with a light chuckle as you kick up some sand.

"i'll walk with you." he says as if it's the easiest decision he's ever made.

"what? no, jj. you stay, i'll be fine." you say quickly. "you love parties."

"yeah, but i'm not really feeling this one. 's kinda lame." he says with that boyish smile of his. god, he's making this really difficult.

"alright, fine. if you insist." you say as you toss your empty cup somewhere. (sorry kie!)

"lead the way, m'lady." he says as he tips an invisible hat at you. you roll your eyes, shoving him gently. he just laughs, seeing as your little push didn't do much in the way of moving him.

the walk back home is pretty much silent, save for the late night sounds of the town. you almost wish that it could be like this forever, the two of you just enjoying each other's company. but there's this thing that keeps floating around in your head, and no matter how hard you try you just can't seem to rid yourself of it.

"so, i saw you talking to ashley earlier." you say so quietly that jj didn't hear you. "the two of you looked pretty cozy."

that causes jj to stop walking, looking at you as if you had grown three extra heads. "huh?"

"you and ashley. the two of you were talking at the party. are you into her? it's totally cool if you are. i mean yeah, she was kind of a bitch to us in high school but i'm sure she's changed-"

"and they call me the oblivious one." he says with a chuckle. he was looking around as if he thought he was being pranked.

now it was your turn to be confused. "what?"

jj looks at you for a moment, almost as if he was studying you. "y/n, do you honestly think i'm interested in any other girl besides you?"

had you drank more beer than you thought? was it actually beer in your cup, or had you been drinking something else the whole time? because that was the only logical explanation for what you thought you just heard. "huh?"

jj smirks, taking a step closer to you and using his finger to push your chin up. "close your mouth, mama. wouldn't want bugs getting in there would we?"

you couldn't believe it. had jj really said what you thought he said? "i'm sorry, could you repeat that please?"

"i'm in love with you, y/n. have been for a while now. and i know that i acted like a total fucking asshole about the whole rafe situation, and there will never be enough time or enough words for me to properly apologize for that, but i want to be with you. genuinely. in fact, i don't think i've ever been so serious about something the way i'm serious about you." he says as he gently takes your hand in his.

"b-but, you were talking with ashley and it looked like-"

"i was talking with ashley because i was buying something from her. something for you." he explains as he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a braided bracelet. he slides it onto your arm, making sure it's secure before removing his hands so you can get a proper look at it. it was fairly simple; peachy colored thread holding up a bead with the letter j on it. "i was gonna give it to you when i asked you to be my girlfriend."

"i don't know what to say." you whisper, still in awe. you hear jj laugh at that, and when you look up he bring a hand up to cup your cheek.

"just say yes, y/n. say you'll be my girlfriend." he whispers as he brushes his thumb across your cheek.

"yes, jj. i would love to be your girlfriend." you say with a smile. the biggest smile you'd ever seen broke out across jj's face, so big you're surprised his face didn't split in half. he brings his other hand to the other side of your face and pulls you in for a kiss. it's a lot more gentle than you would've expected from someone like jj, but you wouldn't have it any other way. his lips were soft, almost cloud like and he tasted like cheap beer and his favorite spearmint flavored gum.

you honestly couldn't tell how long the two of you kissed for, but you didn't want it to ever end. unfortunately the two of you needed to come up for air and when you did, jj pressed his forehead against yours.

"i love you too, jj." you say, pressing a small kiss to the tip of jj's nose. he smiled again, but this time it was charged with something else, something you couldn't quite put your finger on. but if you had to guess, it was somewhere between love and admiration.

"good. now let's get you home." he says as he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together as the of you finish the walk back home.

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[valley-of-headcanons]

I would like to request a farmer taking care of a sick Sebastian, if that's alright with you!

poor thing || sebastian x reader oneshot

sebastian is a sickly victorian child, if only there was someone to nurse him back to health ...

warnings: sebastian jokingly tells you to kys

requested by: @thatwolfnamednyla , hiya!! sorry for this taking so long, life stuff, yada yada. i hope you enjoy the request! i tried to make sure it was different from the harvey one despite the similar premise lmao. i really enjoyed writing this!! <3

Sebastian texting you in the middle of the day to complain about something wasn't new. When you were hard at work, you'd check your phone to see your lovely boyfriend venting to you through text. It wasn't usually too serious, and it was really to start a conversation or to get his thoughts out. You weren't expecting the complaints that he shared with you today, though.

Seb 💙: my head hurts so bad rn ngl, and my sinuses are fucked. i hate spring :/

❤️: Do you need me to bring you some medicine? I can run by Harvey's soon.

Seb 💙: plea

Seb 💙: pjease

Seb 💙: oh my fucking god my eyes hurt so bad i can't fumking type

❤️: You poor thing :(

Seb 💙: kys 😘

Sebastian was curled up in his blankets when you arrived, staring at his phone like a zombie. He looked like a wreck, his face more pale and his hair messier than usual. He looked at you in the doorway, holding some medicine and what looked to be hot soup. He had a soft smile on his face, attempting to speak. All that came out was a squeak, and then silent embarrassment. He was definitely a wreck.

You sat down beside him on the bed, grabbing the medicine from the bag. “Harvey gave me some cough syrup and some allergy meds. I also grabbed some Tylenol for your head, and some food. You barely take care of yourself as is, you probably haven't even gotten out of bed to eat. Have you?”

With a shake of his head, Sebastian sat up and rubbed his eyes. “C- ... couldn't get the motivation. I haven't even tried talking this morning yet, I didn't know my voice was all ... gross,” he said with a soft frown. He rested his warm forehead on your shoulder as you began to pour some cough medicine for him. He took it begrudgingly, gagging at the taste.

“You're more dramatic when you're sick, huh?” you said with a smile, grabbing the pills that you had been given. You handed them to Sebastian and forced him to take them with water. Dehydration was pretty common with Sebastian, as he sometimes forgets to drink enough throughout the day.

Sebastian took the medicine and continued drinking the water, just like you asked. “Listen- ... I feel, sound, and probably look like a sickly Victorian child on their deathbed. Let me be the dramatic one for once,” he mumbled softly.

You laughed softly, opening up your arms and allowing Sebastian to lay his head against your chest. “Well, let me be your deathbed, I guess. I'll stay as long as you want me to, 'kay? I've done pretty much everything I need to do today. You've got me for the rest of the night, if you'd like.”

Sebastian croaked out a soft “okay,” wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. The sound of your heartbeat echoed through his ears, a wave of calm washing over him. His body was drained, and when he was with you, he felt safe enough to rest it. He didn't feel the need to be productive, or walk outside and smoke. He just had you, and he was okay with putting his health in your hands.

You brushed your hand through his hair, feeling the soft strands. It was extremely soft when it didn't have mountains of gel coating it. You loved every aspect of him and his style, even if it prevented you from really feeling his hair all the time. He did really like the sensation, though. He wouldn't verbally admit it, but he'd certainly let you know through the soft sigh of relief.

Grabbing the remote, you flicked on the TV. Sebastian was obsessed with this fantasy show, so you decided to turn it on. He'd rematched it several times, and you knew he'd be excited to watch it again.

Sebastian eyes flickered to the screen, before turning to you and pressing a gentle kiss against your jaw. He slinked back to your chest, snuggling into the space between your collarbone and your neck. He was so comfortable, despite how sick he felt. You were the best medicine after all. Also, the medicine you gave him was starting to kick in. That's probably it.

“Thank you,” Seb mumbled softly. He took your free hand in his, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb. “I appreciate what all you do for me, even if I'm sick and whiny,” he said, clearing his throat.

“You don't have to thank me, hon. Everyone needs to be taken care of sometimes. But, what you can do to repay me, is to start feeling better,” you said, planting a quick kiss on his forehead.

“I can't just magically feel betterrrr ...” he whines gently, burying his head deeper within your chest.

You sighed jokingly, rubbing his back. “Fiiiiine, I guess you pass this time. Next time, you're not getting away with it.”

“Oh nooo ... that's so saddd ...” he said, jokingly monotone. He snuggled even closer, looking up at you. “I love you, by the way.”

“And I love you,” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “Are you feeling any better, though?”

He nodded, laying back onto you. “Mhm ... I think I just needed you. Feelin' a lot better.”

“Good,” you said with a smile. You kept rubbing his back, feeling him relax into your touch. Before long, you heard a soft snore from him, followed by a few twitches. He had fallen asleep, comfortable in your arms. He really needed the sleep, and it's definitely weird seeing Sebastian asleep so early. Hopefully, this was a sign he would feel better tomorrow. You wouldn't have it any other way.

[wilhelminyard]

compilation of nice/sweet things the foxes said to neil because even though they're a bunch of assholes who insult anyone in their vicinity they all just love him so damn much - except aaron - (part 3) :

ANDREW :

"I said I would keep you alive this year. you make it infinitely more difficult for me when you actively try to get yourself killed."

"the next time someone comes from you, stand down and let me deal with it. do you understand?"

"you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs" "I'm not a hallucination" "you are a pipe dream."

"what would you give me?" "don't ask questions you already know the answer to"

"this isn't yes. this is a nervous breakdown. I know the difference even if you don't. I won't be like them. I won't let you let me be."

"I've never understood why he likes knives" "he will lose his taste when he has one in his gut"

"kevin is a fool whose style is numbers and angles. formulas and statistics, trial and error, repetition and insanity. all he cares about is finding the perfect game. a junkie like you can't be that cold."

"last summer you made me a promise. I'm asking you to break it." "no." "you said you'd stick with me if I kept kevin south, but kevin doesn't need me anymore. he chose us over the ravens because as a whole we're finally worth his time. there's nothing else I can give you in exchange for your protection." "I will think of something."

"spring break's coming. we could go someplace" "where and why?" "anywhere. anywhere at least three hours from campus. there's no point in going someplace closer than that. it won't feel like a vacation. the only trick is figuring out how to pry kevin away from the court" "I have knives"

"no one's said a word to them since they said we couldn't see you"

"if you tell me to leave I'll go" "you aren't going anywhere"

"I have to go. I don't trust them to give you back."

"ready?" "waiting on you"

"can I really be neil again?" "I told neil to stay. leave nathaniel buried in baltimore with his father."

"andrew could break our deal and let me go or break things off with neil" "he chose neil over you?"

"your close calls are getting old. I thought you knew how to run" "I thought you told me to stop running" "survival tip: no one likes a smart mouth" "except you"

WYMACK :

"I can't believe you trusted david to patch you up" "I was careful with him"

"you're a hundred times better now than you were in may. don't sell yourself short."

"go easy for a few days, would you?"

"are you okay?"

"neil asked us to leave the authorities out of this. I respect him enough to allow that"

"didn't I tell you not to worry about it?"

"I'm making you vice-captain next year"

"didn't you notice? they're uniting around and behind you. that's something special. you're something special."

"look me in the eye and tell me if you think I care who you used to be. hm? I care about who you are right now and who you can be going forward. I'm not asking you to forget your past, but I am telling you to overcome it."

"neil. talk to me. what do you want?"

"giving up on neil now goes against everything we are."

"I'm sorry. I should've told you but I couldn't" "don't worry about that right now."

"we'll wait for you, all right? as long as it takes, neil"

"I should be thanking you. you told us last night you intended to end the year dead or in federal custody. you could have shut everyone and everything out and worried about yourself this year. instead you agreed to help dan fix this team. you're saving the two I thought we couldn't reach, and you're a living example for kevin to follow. he never used to watch you but he's had eyes on you since december trying to figure out how you stand your ground."

"they told me to call them as soon as you returned. have you returned?"

"neil is a critical member of my team. you can ask any person on my line-up and they will all agree : we would not be where we are today if he wasn't here with us."

MATT :

"I want to break his face in six places. if he ever comes within a thousand yards of you again-"

"you okay?" "I'm fine" "for the record, I don't believe you"

"neil? we're here when you want to talk about it"

"neil? you good?"

"we're all legal adults here. we've made our decision. unless he wants to stay with you, you'd better bring neil back to us when you're done with all your questions

"hey, coach made us promise to leave you alone but are you okay?"

"they will get rid of me" "you're not serious"

"things could have gone much worse. I'm glad they didn't. you want anything, you need anything, you let us know. okay?" "okay" "I mean it" "I know. I'm done lying to you, matt. I promise."

"did andrew really choke kevin?" "took three of us to pull him off"

"we can't replace you"

DAN :

"neil? if you want to talk about any of it, or anything, or... you know we're here for you, right? whatever you need."

"kevin knew about this didn't he? he knew what riko was going to do to you and he let you go anyway. the next time I see him-"

"don't do this to us. don't sit here and lie to our faces. we're your friends. we deserve better than that."

"you told the truth. it's not your fault they don't like it."

"are you sure you're okay, neil?"

"go. but come back to us as soon as they're done with you, okay? we'll figure this out as a team."

"you're not playing. you think coach will let you on the court when you look like that? I'll sub in for you, neil. renee can help allison out one more time, right? trust us to hold the line. you focus on healing so we can use you in semifinals."

KEVIN :

"kevin called me yesterday morning when he couldn't get a hold of you. he wanted to make sure you were okay."

NICKY :

"don't you dare tell me you're fine. I can't hear that from you today, okay?"

"you can't have neil. he belongs with us"

"neil isn't a real person. it's just a cover that let nathaniel evade authorities. it's past time to let him go." "neil or nathaniel or whoever. he's ours, and we're not letting him go. you want us to vote on it or something? bet you it'll be unanimous."

"don't worry. andrew will protect you."

"hey, you good?"

ALLISON :

"it would have neen better if you'd come to the store with us. it doesn't matter. I bought out the entire row."

"I'm sorry" "shut up. no you're not. you're not. have you forgotten who has to paint you back together every morning? if you'd let them steamroll you yesterday after all this I would hate you"

"it is not safe for [neil] here anymore and it sure as hell isn't safe for you. it is better for everyone if he disappears." "what part of 'go to hell' do you need us to explain to you?"

RENEE :

"so those knives he brings everywhere are yours?" "were mine. he was right; I don't need them anymore. if you need them, he will give them to you, and I will teach you how to use them"

"if you want to talk more later, you know where to find me"

"will you be all right here?"

"kevin is very analytical whereas you're passionate."

"what do you need from us, neil?"

"I can do it." "I know you can. but perhaps it's easier if someone helps you."

ABBY :

"sometimes I think this job is going to kill me. seeing what people have done, what people continue to do, to my foxes. I wish I could protect you but I'm always too late. all I can do is patch you up afterward and hope for the best. I'm sorry, neil. we should have been there for you"

"let me take a look at you"

"it's over. it's over. you're going to be okay. we've got you."

"I dropped my gear in new york" "andrew found it while he was looking for you"

[istharoth]

Dancing

Ritsu Shinjo & Fem!Reader | Fluff(I swear on my heart) | can be interpreted as romantic or platonic!

Wc:1k

If there's one thing that happens at Sinostra it's the usual money-making business, courtesy of Taiga's strange luck and Romeo's bookkeeping.

If there's another thing, it's the honor student cleaning up the casino with the other Sinostra students. She's gotten used to it by now, actually but it's still a bit annoying. 

Just a few moments ago she was speaking to Ren about Christmas. Curiously enough, the ghoul didn't hate the holiday. It might've been because it was an indoor holiday or he liked the gifts he received. 

She got him something from the list he had made, alongside him, she had given gifts to the other ghouls as well. Unexpectedly, her gifts were well received and she was even gifted a few.

Heck, even Dante had a gift prepared for her. That was most unexpected. 

"Honor Student!" A Sinostra student calls from the other side of the casino, pointing at the stairs leading upstairs, "My family's calling so I'll be back quick!" 

Without even hearing a response, the student runs up, a joyous look on their face. She looks down at the glasses she was cleaning, her blurry reflection facing back at her. 

She looked...defeated. She's not sure what to call it exactly but defeated sounds right. Her hair went unbrushed for who knows how long, her eyes dead tired and her lips chapped from the cold. If Romeo saw her right now, he'd order her to take a break and make herself right stat. 

She almost wonders if sitting on the couch back home, a blanket over her head, eating cereal dunked in milk, watching crappy shows on her glitchy television as the lights from the Christmas tree would provide her some respite.

She almost wonders if she'd feel comforted had she been at home and not Darkwick. 

...Who is she kidding? She knows she would.

She's sure a few minutes have passed, maybe even an hour had passed but the students who left one by one didn't return. She doesn't blame them; working on Christmas night is something no one wants. 

Stretching her arms, she glances at the stairs leading upstairs. Only one student coming down, he's still in his uniform. 

How utterly strange. This student she knows ends all his business as soon as the clock hits 5 PM, this includes changing into more casual business clothing. 

"Inspector," He nods in acknowledgment, smiling lightly. "Shinjo, hey," She waves, walking up to him. She had finished cleaning the tables but she needed to get the dirty rag into the trash before it landed on another table.

She didn't know what she was expecting but it surely wasn't Ritsu saying goodbye to the formalities to ask for a dance. 

"Would you care for a dance?" He extends his hand, bowing into a curtsy. "Got hooked onto the Frostheim Christmas Eve party?" She raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up.

"If you need the specifics," He coughs, taking out a notepad from his breast pocket. "At exactly 14:35, at 29 seconds you were devastated at how you didn't have anyone to dance with on a romantic day such as today." He ends, putting the notepad back to where it previously was. 

She pushes back her hair, smiling awkwardly, "Did you stalk me while I was helping Ren at Mystery Diner?" He scoffs, utterly appalled at the assumption. 

"Of course not. See it as a safety measure." Right...she's definitely going to see it that way. Definitely. 

"You should trust me." He hesitates slightly, "As a business partner, that is." She huffs, crossing her arms, and staring down at him.

"So it's alright to follow me around because you're a business partner? I'd rather you be a friend if you're going to continue this." Obviously, she doesn't want him to do so, but knowing Ritsu, the likelihood of him accepting friendship is non-existent.

He holds a thoughtful hand under his cheek as if seriously pondering it. "Let's do it then." She blinks in surprise, almost dropping the dirty rag on the table she just cleaned. 

"Wha-??" She splutters, much confused at the unexpected answer. This is something she would expect out of Jin Kamurai and not Ritsu Shinjo. 

Seriously! Why would Ritsu Shinjo, a growing paralegal want her friendship?! 

"Because we are friends, would you care for a dance now?" He asks again, extending his hand. Staring at it for a moment, slightly hesitant, she sighs. 

"I never learned how to dance." He frowns, failing to understand the problem. "Dancing isn't required for most parties held for my father's law firm. As my business partner," He coughs, apologizing for his wording. 

"As my friend, all you'll need to do is be by my side." She can feel her face heat up, unbelieving of the fact she earned Ritsu's friendship. Was this seriously the Christmas miracle as said by all the 'Friendship is Power!' shows she watched as a child? 

"Well, thank you, friend." He nods, very pleased with how things are going. He puts his hand on her shoulder, his other hand holding her own. 

Ah, he knew waltz? That was unexpected of Ritsu Shinjo but at the same time, she could see him doing it. 

Mirroring his actions, she places her hand on his shoulder, quickly moving her left foot upwards. Ritsu frowns at the sudden dance move. The first step is usually left to the men, yet here he was following her lead. He can't say it's bad, really.

"Waltz?" She chuckles, "It's not unexpected." He hums, quickly moving his feet, matching his pace with hers.

"Were you lying when you said you didn't know how to dance?" He asks, undoubtedly curious about the Inspector. 

"I told you I never learned it, not that I didn't know it." She shrugs, moving her foot to her left, w a thing carefully as he mirrors her actions. 

She almost wonders if the other ghouls of Sinostra knew how to dance. Taiga seemed like a hip-hop-free style type of person whereas Romeo seemed like a tango person. 

Irrespective to anything else, she got her wish granted and she's overjoyed by the case of events.

Merry Christmas, Y/N-San." He mumbles, pushing a stray hair behind his ear. Calling someone by their first name is embarrassing but considering they were friends, it should be alright.

She blinks in surprise then giggles, "Merry Christmas to you too, Ritsu."

AN: Hi, hello, this is much later than when I was supposed to post it lol, but, Merry Late Christmas to all those who celebrate.

I hope you had a great time, and even if you didn't, I hope you can find some comfort in the following days and into the New Year's.

[subway-boss-jericho]

I’d absolutely Love to see emmet from mechanical dreams fixing something on his brother! Or even just them talking!

Feeling a little art blocked- I think 'cuz I haven't drawn much the last couple of weeks -So this took a bit longer than intended

Couldn't think of anything specific for him to fix that would be fun or interesting, unfortunately! Nowadays he doesn't have to do much but upkeep maintenance. I'll see if I can draw more of them soon! I'm real glad you like them!! 💕 It could be fun to doodle him setting up the PC system in modern day, or patching up some bigger wounds from when the dynamax wars were still happening. Lots to try, just need time to get out from this funk

Emmet often wears his Pearl Clan tunic when not around other people/when he doesn't need god's magic hammerspace pockets. It's more comfortable, and more familiar. Reminds him of the good times. He can be "Emmet" instead of "The Engineer."

Mecha AU Masterlist

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

On the second day of Christmas

Summary : Work Christmas

Notes : You have beef with Pantalone? Alcohol, real fluff comes in chapter three, there are more notes on chapter one so pls read that if you haven't already

Chapters : Chapter 1 > Chapter 2 > Chapter 3

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The pine trees passed your small window quickly, so quickly that you couldn't catch them even if you tried. Your eyes slowed them down by pining on each one, each one that grew colder and colder, untill there were only icicles left.

"Do you enjoy the scenery?" Arlecchino breathed, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb. Her gaze was curious, a bit lowered, nearly hungry, which confused you, half a fatui coat and the rest of your clothes didn't leave much to the imagination.

"It's icicles here and there....nothing much to enjoy, what about you?" you put your legs across the seat, across her legs, leaning into the carriages wall.

"I don't feel much admiration for it, but considering that I have seen it over a million times and that it is moreover work related. It does make sense, doesn't it?"

A rethorical question. You leaned to Arlecchinos side as the carriage rolled in, across the court. The palace was wide, cold, made of ice of course. Arlecchino held your waist as you admired.

"I have forgotten how big it is."

She chuckled. "It is not as if you are here often."

You nod along, barely listening, burying yourself with the craftsmanship. It looked bigger than you remembered. More gleaming, more pretty.

The carriage stopped abruptly and if it weren't for your Husband, you'd have kissed the floor goodnight.

"Thanks."

"Anytime love." She went out first, holding you the door open, helping you with the steps, you jumped into the snow that nearly filled your shoes up.

"What does the Tsaritsa even want of you...or us?"

"It is tradition, second day we celebrate as colleagues, but it pretty much is just there to talk about this years achievements and of course to discuss...the plan."

"The plan?"

"The plan."

She went on. "But your job is only to hang on my arm and look nice," she lifted your chin up and stopped as you stood before the big wooden doors. "does that sound good to you, love?"

You sighed in relief, burying your face within her hand. "And if I hear anything, I'll run to you rigth away?"

"Exactly. I will handle it from then on." The soldiers opened the door for you and she led you through the vast expenses of empty rooms and huge floors, keeping her arm interlocked with yours, keeping you as close and protected as the ball of her eye. "Ok darling, we will enter the room soon, stay by my side."

"I will. You don't need to worry about me.", you kissed her check, the last one for until after the meeting, when she'd tear you into a corner at home and kiss your lips sore. You smiled at the thougth, not dreaming to have it any other way.

She opened the door, slipping into the room as if this was any other room, as if this was just any other house, as if there weren't the most important people of the Fatui in this library. You latched onto her arm, not intending to let go.

Both Capitano and Tartaglia stood in front of a big shelf, while Sandrone was sitting alone on a couch in the next room, her robot behind her as she fumbled around with a new invention. The Rooster was sitting across from her, moving his mouth, you couldn't make put what he was saying. Signora stood with Pantalone at a window, though there conversation seemed to have stopped when you came in. Pierro, too was there, talking with some figure in the shadows, before turning to Signora and Pantalone, talking in hushed tones.

"What a festive atmosphere." You mumbled into your husband's ear.

She leaned down a bit. "Just wait untill they get the spiced wine, then it'll be really fun." She said it with an annoyance, but it made you smile. Tartaglia then catched you with his eyes and excused himself from the conversation, moving towards you two with a steaming cup in his hand, his cheeks had a rosy tint. "It seems they already did."

She greeted the redhead with a nod, ge smiled. "I see, the Knave has come too now, how has your Christmas been?"

His eyes went between the both of you.

"It has gone quite well, the children all liked their gifts and I am thankful for your cooperation."

"So El liked the set of knives?"

"She did."

He smiled, drinking a bit from his cup. "That's great to hear." His gaze swept over to you. "And how did you like your gi-"

He stepped back with a hiss, you looked down and just saw as Arlecchino slipped her heel back down under her coat. You crocked a brow.

"My spouse and I will celebrate on the third day." She stated with a hiss, her eyes were closed. "Also, you reek of alcohol, Tartaglia, get yourself together."

She led you away, to Capitano who skimmed through a book on warfare. He seemed quite surprised when you approached him. "Hello there, Knave."

"Capitano, good evening, how have your holidays been?"

He nodded, putting the book away, taking a small cup with a bit of whine in it. "Quite well, we were able to ambush some of our foes, a few days before the celebrations, of course."

She nodded, then her gaze swept over to Marrioneta. "Excuse me, I need to talk with her real quick." She addressed you both, looked at you while passing by. You nodded at her and she went away, though your gaze lingered. The Captain was already skimming through books again as you decided to look back.

"So..." you gulp. "...for how long have you been with the Fatui?"

His shoulders laughed as if he was laughing. "Very long, I was here before you or your Husband were born."

You counted in your head, though you had the feeling that he was moreover...ancient. "Hmph, interesting."

"What about you?", he put the book back, ctached a new one, about Natlan.

"I was born into it. My mother was a Mirror Maiden, my Father a debt collector."

He nodded. "Have you ever been to Natlan?"

You chuckled. "I just wanted to ask you that question, but no, not yet, the traveling wouldn't become me well." You leaned against the shelf.

"I have been. Though it has been too long for me...I will most likely be back by next year however...business." he talked about 'business' like Arlecchino talked about the Plan, you decided not to dwell on it, esspecially since she was coming back.

Her hand found your waist rigth away, slinging around it, there was content upon her face.

"It all went well?" You asked.

"Very much so, did you two have a productive conversation?"

The Capitain answered with an agreeable "Hmph", before shutting the book. "I have to get to Pierro, I hope that you may have a good new years and wonderful remaining holidays."

"You too."

He passed by and Arlecchinos whole attention turned to you. "I think of him as rather sympathetic."

"I trust that you wouldn't leave me with someone who isn't."

She had her hand stroke your waist and noticed your shiver. "Do you want a drink? There is spiced whine."

You think, then nod. "I'd like that very much, will you get me some? I want to look at some of the books."

"Of course, darling."

Ever the angle, wasn't she? Your angle of death. You smiled, having your fingers cun over hardbook covers, each engraved with silver writing, they all wore blues and blacks, perhabs terquis. The Tsaritsa seemed to have her tastes in that regard.

"They are pretty, aren't they?"

You shock back at the ligth voice, recognizing the figure next to you as...the Regrator. You gulped, feeling nervousity sweel up inside of you. "Uhm...yes. Very."

"But even the most beautiful books are useless if they are empty." He pulled one out, only to reveal empty pages. It made you blink, trying to decifer what he was insinuating.

"You can always fill books."

He tch'd "How do you know that they are good ideas? Profitable ideas? How do you know that they won't ruin the publisher?"

You stepped back, were going to say something, untill you noticed the Jester looking at you. Then you took another breath. "I will look for my Husband. It was nice to see you again, Regrator."

You went away before he could insult you even more. You remembered when you were younger, remembered hiding behind a door, listening to their conversations, not understanding a word and you remembered the running as they heard you. Back then he had just put a finger in front of his mouth as he left, you returned the gesture.

"Arlecchino.", you smile a bit feverish, interlocking your arms, she looked you up and down, then back to where you came from. Where the Regrator was stepping out of.

She sighed, handing you the drink. "I shouldn't have left you alone."

"I'm fine." You promised, sipping a bit. "Let's just...go on with the evening."

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Arlecchino didn't leave you alone anymore that evening, either leaving you at Tartaglias side or maybe Sandrones, Capitano has gone early and Signora did too.

"Ok, but I will have to admit...this is some good stuff.", he said, while talking about the whine.

You snorted. "The one in Mondstadt is better..." you also have to admit that the man supported you in getting drunk, or atleast tipsy.

He waved it off. "I mean for here. But there isn't...it's good, but other things are not."

You nodded with a dense expression, watching him get up and mumble about "Gnome.", which seemed to have been a cue word for Arlecchino too, who all of a sudden stood behind you.

"We should go home too, dear." She pushed some hair out of your face, observing your drunken blush. Her gaze seemed to soften as she extended an arm and got you up.

"Thankm..." you said, leaning into the fluff of her coat.

"None needed." She kissed your head when you were out the door, standing in the floor, being free to adore. She led your wobbly self down the corridors, ready to take her carriage home, untill her name was called that is.

"Lord Arlecchino! Lord Arlecchino!"

She stopped, turning halfway to the man who was huffing his soul out. "The Tsaritsa...has...a room ready...for you...considering..."

"My appointment in the morning."

He nodded, seeming to have caugth his breath. "And because of your spouses....situation."

You blinked. "Because I'm drunk?", you said it a bit to loud, thanked the gods there was no one here but you.

Arlecchino cleared her throath. "We'll take the room, since they are with me now."

The man nodded, urging you to follow him.

Arlecchino turned to you mid way, observing your hazy gaze, your slured speech and, again, the blush.

"Let's get you to bed, love."