#valentines fan fiction

[watermelonlovershigh]

Valentines Day Surprise (SMUT)

AN: this is an AU world so keep that in mind when reading this. also sorry this is a few days late from actual valentines. it took so long to write and i work alot so it took a while to complete. hope you don't mind. enjoyyyyy!!!

This story contains: tons of fluff, fingering in a bathtub, soft sex in bed, then more fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - three kids }

word count- 2,796

After a long shift at the hospital, you come home thinking you were going to get into the shower and be off to sleep, but your husband Harry has a surprise for you beings its Valentines Day.

Harry is a stay-at-home dad while you work at your local hospital. Some people look at your family dynamic and dislike the way you do things, but for you and Harry it works out great. Harry loves to stay home each day and take care of the kids and you usually love your job as a nurse at the hospital. Key word, usually.

Like today for instance. Today is Valentine's Day and you knew you had to unfortunately work but until eleven at night, that's what you didn't know. Around five in the afternoon you called Harry and told him you'd be getting home late tonight and he was so understanding. He knows that your hours at the hospital can change quickly due to short staffing problems.

When you finally got off work and settled in your car, the only thing on your mind was a hot shower and getting into bed with your husband for sleep. You were exhausted from working a twelve hour shift. Your feet hurt and your back ached. You wish instead of working today you had got to spend a romantic night with Harry because it's Valentines Day, but maybe next year you'll get the holiday off.

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After what felt like forever, you eventually make it to your house. You expect to walk into a dark house because everyone should be sleeping, with maybe a covered plate of food on the counter from the dinner Harry cooked for him and the kids earlier, but as you step in the front door you realize you have a surprise waiting on you.

You look over to the left where the kitchen is at and see your little breakfast nook decorated with a red table cloth, a candle in the center of the table, two glasses of wine, and two plates of hot food. You're confused at first but then see your husband round the corner with a happy smile on his face. "Hello m'love," Harry walks over for a hug to greet you, "you're finally home. Made you dinner."

Retracting from the hug, you mutter confusedly, "Har.... Harry what is all this? It's almost midnight. Thought you'd be asleep."

"Baby, it's Valentine's Day. You didn't think I wouldn't treat m'wife on such occasions did you?" Harry coos back with love clearly in his demeanor. And wow do you love him back. He's probably so tired from chasing your three to eight year olds around the house all day. Not to mention the cleaning he had to do around the house and the cooking, baths, and bedtimes. But Harry still choose to stay up until you got home from work to make the last hour of Valentine's Day special for you.

Harry leads you over to the table set up and pulls your chair out for you. "Babe, let me change first. I stink of hospital." you argue but he isn't having any of that.

"Nonsense, you can change and bath after we eat. You smell and look fine." he replies and you decide not to push the argument further. Though you are exhausted and want out of your dirty scrubs asap, you're very much appreciative of this little dinner set up that he worked so hard on.

The next twenty minutes or so is filled with eating the lovely meal Harry prepared for you, laughter, and small touches of affection. As well as Harry gushing about the promise of making every Valentines special for you for the rest of your lives. And once you were finished, Harry blew out the candle that sat on the table and placed your plates in the dishwasher for the night. You were about to head up the stairs to begin getting ready for bed when Harry stopped you.

"Wait a minute," he quietly calls out, "I've got you another surprise. Follow after me." Amazed at all the dedication Harry put into tonight, you follow after him up the stairs and into your bedroom. The bedroom looks pretty much how it always does except very clean with the bed covers neatly folded back. You're about to question where the next surprise was when he leads you into the ensuite bathroom located inside your bedroom.

When you enter, you see something that nearly brings tears to your eyes. "Harry," you whisper aloud, "you didn't have to do all this. Wow, oh my God!" You look around the bathroom that's dimly light and see a bathtub filled with warm water and bubbles.

Harry steps forward and wraps his arms around your body from behind. Then while laying his head on your shoulder and placing a kiss to the side of your neck, he responds, "Course I did. Love you lots and wanted to treat you after your long day at work. Plus, once again, it's Valentine's Day. Gotta take care of m'wife on such days."

Before the water gets any cooler, Harry graciously begins to help you strip from your hospital scrubs before removing his own clothes as well. Once you're both naked, he leads you over to the tub and gets in first so that he can help you settle in front of him. You lean against his tattooed body and sigh out in relief at how relaxing this feels on your sore muscles.

To add to your relaxation, Harry reaches up and starts to massage your neck and shoulders. You almost let a moan slip out from how great his touch feels. You start collecting your hair in your hands and twist it into a bun on the top of you head, securing it with a hair tie you had on your wrist. "This is nice." you tell your caring husband behind you.

He leans in to peck a gentle kiss behind your ear and whispers, "Hmm, glad you like my Valentines surprise." His low speaking sends chills down your spine. Right after your little shiver, you begin feeling Harry's hands migrate down from your shoulders and to your chest. He first gages your reaction and when he sees no resistance on your face, Harry takes his pink nailed fingers and ghosts them over your sensitive nipples.

"Fuck!" you quietly moan out, not wanting your kids to awake. You toss your head back onto your husbands shoulder and allow him to roam your body as he pleases. As Harry stimulates your nipples under the water, he realizes you're clenching your thighs together and he can't be having you do all that. So while one hand stays on your breast, his other hand slides down your belly eventually makes it down to your thigh.

He gives your thigh a gentle tap and you know he's silently instructing you to open your legs. So you lift your legs up so your feet are pressed flat to the tub floor and spread your legs open for him. With now having enough room, Harry drops his hand to between your legs and the real pleasure begins.

His soft ringless fingers roam your prickly pussy, from having trimmed your pubic hair about a week ago, and you gasp when you feel him prode your hole. Harry swirls the tip of his index finger at your entrance and moans himself when he feels how slick you are, even under the water. "You're so fuckin' wet, love. All because of me?"

You nod your head against Harry's shoulder blade and cry out when his slick fingers are brought up to toy with your swelling clit. He starts to rub your clit from under the sudsy bath water and you nearly melt straight through his body with how good you feel. You rarely get time to yourselves anymore. With you working long hours and having kids that need attention, you're usually limited to quickies and sleepy fucks late at night or early in the mornings from under the covers.

Though you aren't complaining about how you usually have sex or get sexual with one another, Harry taking his time with you right now is fantastic. He edges you when he stops the simulation to your clit but soon is sliding his middle finger inside your hole. His fingers are thick and long and feel great inside your tight pussy. "Ah, oh fuck." you moan.

When his finger is fully inside, Harry turns it around and curls it up before asking, "Yeah, am I makin' you feel good? Treatin' your pussy right on Valentines Day."

Through heavy breaths and closed eyes, you mutter, "Yes, so good." Harry decides one isn't enough and pushes his ring finger inside you too. The stretch is even more then before and when his fingers start fucking in and out of you a bit faster, your body starts to tremble and shake. Then right when you feel on the cusp of your orgasm, you start grinding your clit into the palm of Harry's hand and that's what pushes you over the edge.

He can feel your walls contracting around his fingers and to hold you as still as possible, he loops his other hand right under your boobs to keep you secure against his body. Harry fingers you through your orgasm until you jump away from his touch because you're overly sensitive. He slowly pulls his fingers out of your pussy and coos words of endearment in your ear to help bring you back to earth.

After a few minutes, you notice the hard lump pressed into your lower back and realize Harry is painfully hard right now. You turn your body around slightly in the water and say, "Want me to ride you? Help with your, you know, hard problem."

Harry giggles and answers, "Not in here, baby. Let's get you washed up and if you're still in the mood we can shag in bed where it's more comfy, m'kay." You nod an okay and the actual bath begins.

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After Harry helped wash your hair and body, he got you both out the tub and dried off. Then once you brushed your teeth, the two of you finally crawled into the nicely made bed and the love making begins. If you both weren't so tired and had the house to yourselves you would have made the sex more special with some toys and loud, passionate moans. But just some simple missionary will do for tonight.

Once under the covers, Harry rolls on top of you and questions, "Are you still wet enough or do we need lube?"

With a sleepy smile, you retort, "Why don't you find out." And that Harry does. He dips his hand between your naked bodies and feels around your sensitive pussy, coming to the conclusion you are in fact still wet from the fingering that took place in the bathtub.

"Shit, love that you're still wet f'me. Pussy's begging for m'cock, huh?" Harry whispers and starts to position his tip at your entrance. No matter how many times you've had sex, you still can't get over how it feels when he first slides in.

"Ugh, mhm!" you whine while nodding your head and grasping at his back. After he's filled you up all the way, Harry settles his body flushed to yours to feel closer to you. Plus his muscles aren't that strong this late in the night. "Move, baby. You can move." you encourage and he listens.

Harry pulls his hips back with his knees bent and pressing into the mattress, then slowly pushes them forward again, meeting your hips as they collide. With his arms around your head, he lifts his head up so its hovering over your face. He looks down and admires your beautiful blissed out face. Harry leans down and presses his lips to yours. You catch on quickly and join in on the kiss.

The kiss is very heated the longer it continues and it's mostly filled with panting breaths. Your bodies are getting sticky from sweat and it's making it harder to rock your bodies together as smoothly as you started out but it still feels great. Eventually fatigue begins setting in Harry's muscles and he's dying for you to come so he can come. So he pulls his mouth away from yours and questions, "Are you close, love? Need you to come."

Trying to keep your moans as quiet as possible, you look up at his straining face and answer, "Ye...yeah. S...so close." Knowing what will pull the trigger on your orgasm, Harry slides his hand down between your bodies and starts to rub over your sensitive clit for you. You immediately start clenching around his cock.

As your hands claw at his muscular back, you heave, "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." Harry focuses on his thrusting to make sure he's hitting just the right spot for you and his fingers continue to stimulate your clitoris. Your orgasm washes over you so deeply that you swear you black out for a few seconds.

Your mind has gone blank and all you can feel is Harry's touch and your muscles intensely contracting with your release. But eventually it starts to fade and you can feel Harry coming inside of you. His face drops to your shoulder blade and he lets out deep grunts while trembling over your body. You rub up and down his back to sooth him. Then the room becomes silent besides the sounds of heavy breathing.

Neither one of you want to move a muscle from the activities that just took place but you want to get some sleep and know you can't risk getting a UTI. You tap on Harry's shoulder and ask quietly, "Can you carry me to the toilet? Need to pee your cum out."

Harry sits up, remaining inside you still, and coos, "But what if I wanted to stay in you all night? Keep my cock and cum nice and warm in there."

"You know we can't. I don't want an infection. Now hurry before I wet your dick and the bed with my piss." You know Harry was just joking about staying inside you all night because he takes aftercare very seriously. Reluctantly, he slowly pulls out of your tight hole and shuffles off the bed. He then reaches over to lift your body up and carries you bridal style to the bathroom.

Harry sets you on the toilet and walks out of the bathroom to allow you some privacy. He goes over to your dresser and grabs him and yourself fresh underwear and you an old t-shirt to sleep in. Before he can return to you, he sees you wobbling out the bathroom door very naked still and rushes over towards you. "Baby, I would have carried you back to the bed. Don't want you fallin' over with how shaky your legs are." Fuck, how did you get so lucky with the perfect husband.

"I know and thank you. You're too sweet to me." you reply and sit down in the edge of the bed. Harry comes up to you and helps dress you in the clean panties and shirt. He hasn't put his underwear on yet so his soft penis is right in front of you and you smile.

"What?" Harry asks with a sleepy smile plastered on his face. "What's got you all smiley?"

Looking up, you explain with a tired drawl in your voice, "Just, just remembering back to when we first started dating and you were so embarrassed the first time I caught glimpse of your dick soft. Said something like it looks all small (though not small even when soft) and wrinkly when it's not hard. And now you don't give a fuck. Letting it swing around limply between your legs."

Harry lets out a quiet laugh before speaking, "Yeah, well we are married now. Been married for years. And we have kids together. Not much I am embarrassed for you to see. You've seen me cry, you've seen me be violently sick, and you've seen my entire body inside and out."

While Harry finally pulls up his own briefs, you mutter as you turn to get into bed straight, "It's called unconditional love, babe. You know I'd never judge you and that I love you no matter what. Love all of you, even your soft wrinkly dick."

Harry moves around the bed after he's dressed and turns off the lamp before sliding under the duvet with you. Instead of waiting for you to come to him, he shuffles over to your body and rests his head on your chest. You love when Harry gets like this. All soft and cuddly. He lets out a yawn before whispering, "Love you unconditionally, too. You're my forever Valentine."

Right before drifting off to sleep, you whisper back, "And you're my forever Valentines, too."

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[fizpup]

valentine, you're a horse ❤️

[aurorawritestoescape]

PERFECT STRANGERS

Pairing: no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’re celebrating Valentine’s Day at a restaurant with your boyfriend and have eyes only for one man. The other man.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, semi-public, f!oral, implied age gap, unprotected piv (wrap it up), double infidelity, pet names ‘little girl’, ‘baby’, a bit of degradation, smoking, alcohol consumption, swearing

Word count: 2,8k

A/n: Happy Valentine’s Day, lovely people! here’s some filth for you💖 hope you’ll enjoy!

Huge thank you to @milla-frenchy for the title 😘

MASTERLIST || PART 2

You noticed him as soon as he entered the restaurant. He was not alone. No one usually goes alone to a restaurant on Valentine’s Day. A waiter led him and a woman he accompanied to their table, and they joined the other couples celebrating their eternal love.

You were not alone, either. Your boyfriend of one year was sitting in front of you. He was complaining about his work like he often did, and being a supportive girlfriend, you offered him a listening ear and all the comforting words. While talking to him, you noticed that if you shifted your gaze a little to the left, you could see the man facing you at his table.

He was handsome, and at first your eyes found him again and again out of simple curiosity and because of your love for looking at beautiful things and people.

You were subtle, stealing glances at the stranger on a rare occasion. Your eyes would take in his hands, lips, and curly locks. You noticed a gold band on his finger, the fullness of his lips, the way he shifted his jaw from time to time while listening to the woman. You were pretty sure it was his wife.

The moment that made it more complicated, and impactful was when your eyes locked. The room wasn’t that big, your tables weren’t that far away, and you two were facing each other, so it was absolutely normal for your gazes to meet at some point. So they met once. Then again. And again. And a few more times. Many more times.

Talking and eating, you sometimes felt his eyes on you, intent yet warm. His gaze would slide over the woman and land on your face, your chest, your partner.

When your eyes locked, your breath would hitch, and you would look at each other for too long. At one point, you got lost in his eyes, drawn to him by a magnetic pull, and when you dropped your head and looked at the pasta on your plate, you felt like something had been said between you two. A greeting. A secret. A wish.

At one point in the evening, the woman left him for the bathroom, and your stomach churned with excitement as you anticipated seeing more of him. You could finally get a full image of his torso, so you were shamelessly ogling his broad chest and

strong shoulders under the confines of his shirt. Then you looked up at his face and saw his gaze on you. He gave you a lopsided smile and took a sip of his wine without breaking eye contact.

“Are you ok?” Your boyfriend asked, having noticed your changed expression—lips parted, eyes blown and widened.

“Ah...yeah,” you replied, quickly averting your eyes from the stranger.

But you weren’t ok. You were tingling, and your stomach was burning with something bright and overwhelming. Something you’d never felt with the man sitting at your table.

You took a deep breath, and the night went on. Stolen glances were still exchanged between the handsome stranger and you, but you tried to stop yourself from looking at him.

It got too much for you when the woman laughed loudly at something the man said, and his devastatingly beautiful smile made your heart beat faster. A surge of jealousy burned your insides, so you cursed under your breath and took your purse, looking for a pack of cigarettes. You had quit a long time ago, but when you felt overwhelmed or anxious, it was a great way to flee from a place, a conversation, or a person. Which you wanted to do at that moment. So you got up and walked to the entrance, trying not to look at him. You failed miserably, as your eyes immediately darted to his face, and you saw him watching you. He ran his hand through his hair, and his expression was pensive and serious.

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You stepped outside and took a deep breath of night air. You felt your nerves calm down and walked to the corner of the restaurant. It was quiet, as the street was almost deserted that late at night. It was windy, and the skin on your naked legs erupted in goosebumps, so you walked behind the corner of the building and into the alley next to it to hide from the chilling blows.

You cursed when you realised you forgot your lighter in the purse and were contemplating going back, but decided to spend a few minutes there before returning.

You leaned against the wall while the image of the stranger still occupied your mind.

You were standing with an unlit cigarette between your fingers when you heard a voice.

“Hey.”

You snapped your head in that direction and saw him standing at the corner, smoking. The stranger didn’t walk into the alley, didn’t walk closer, apparently not to scare you in that dark, empty street. A myriad of emotions began swarming in your stomach, but fear was not one of them.

“Need a lighter?” He asked, glancing your way from the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, thank you,” you replied, clearing your throat. His voice was deep and gruff and so hot that your heart fluttered, and you felt tingling between your legs again.

He slowly walked to you and stopped at arm’s length, not barging into your personal space. When he took a lighter out of the pocket of his blazer, you stepped up to him, raising your cigarette and placing the tip between your lips. You could have lit it yourself, but you wanted him to get closer. He leaned towards you and covered the flame from the wind with his big hand. Your eyes locked again, like many times before that night, but in that moment, it hit you like a freight train. His beautiful, dark eyes with little reflections of the flame pierced your soul and made you stop breathing for a moment. Your gaze lowered to his plush lips, which were slightly pouted, and when you looked up again, you saw him looking at your lips circled around the cigarette.

You took a first drag and stepped back just a little, wanting to stay close to him. He didn’t step away, and you two smoked together in silence until he talked,

“Is it your husband there?”

“No, boyfriend. And you're with your wife.” It wasn’t a question, you were sure of your words by then.

He hummed with a little nod and added with a glint in his eye,

“Does your boyfriend know you love staring at other men?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly collected yourself.

“Does your wife know you hang out with other women in dark alleys?” You quipped, looking up at him with defiance.

He laughed and gave you his gorgeous smile.

“Not any women. Only with the most beautiful one.” Your stomach made a flip when those words left his lips. The way he looked at you was different now. There was dominance, a desire, a need.

“You can’t just keep looking at me that way, little girl,”

He said, throwing away the bud and taking a step towards you. Your cigarette fell out of your hand as you stepped back, feeling the rush of a prey cornered after a chase. But there had been no chase. You were not a prey.

So you stood your ground, and he stepped up to you, so broad and strong, and you bit your lip, feeling the heat of his body warming you up.

“You were staring at me all night as well,” you asserted, looking up at him with your eyebrows raised.

Your heart was booming in your ears. The man smiled, before his hand grasped your hip, and he gently pushed you back.

He wasn't rough, you felt a slight pressure on your side, nudging you towards the wall behind. You complied breathing fast and not breaking eye contact.

In a moment, you felt a cold brick wall against your back, and the man stopped inches from you. The electricity between you two was almost tangible, and the darkness of the night was hiding you from the eye of a rare passerby. Only one streetlight at the corner of the restaurant let you see his handsome features.

“You’re right. I was watching you,” he murmured, bracing his hand on the wall next to your head as his other hand found your waist. “Couldn’t stop staring… pretty little thing.”

It seemed that you forgot how to breathe. Time stopped, and your mind was empty. The only thing that remained in the world was him, the man caging you against the wall in that dark alley.

He was looking down at you, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back up. He was waiting for you to take a leap.

And you took it easily.

You stepped up to him, your bodies flush against each other, and pressed your lips to his.

It seemed like that was all he’d been waiting for. His arms enveloped your torso before he pinned you to the wall.

The kiss was overwhelming and hot. There was nothing sweet about it. He growled into your mouth while his hands began roaming your body. It was like he knew how little time you two had and wanted to touch you everywhere, feel you everywhere.

“Please,” you mewled into his mouth, and he parted from you.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you need..”

“I want you.”

“Fuck, you’re a dirty girl,” he said with a shaky voice, feverishly unbuckling his belt. “Gonna let some stranger fuck you in an alley?”

“Yes,” you moaned, pulling your skirt up with shaky hands.

“Little slut. Let me see you,” he mumbled crouching in front of you and helping you pull your skirt up to your waist. He quickly tugged down your lacy panties, took them off, and looked at your pussy.

He cursed under his breath and opened your folds with his thumbs.

“Did watching me all night make you so wet, naughty girl?”

He wasn’t wrong. Cold air hit your soaked pussy and you shivered. Your clit was pulsating and when he put his mouth on it and began licking and sucking you felt like you were about to come.

“Fuckin’ delicious,” he mumbled against your flesh as you placed your feet apart so his tongue had better access. You were clutching his curls while his fingers were digging into your hips and kneading your ass cheeks. He seemed insatiable, making the flat of his tongue rub your clit, then caressing it with his soft lips.

“I’m…gonna come,” you moaned as he was sucking on your sensitive bud filling the alley with the lewdest slurping noises.

After a few moments, you came, shaking against the wall, your hand gripping his shoulder. He was lapping at your juices until you felt overstimulated, and slightly pushed him away.

He stood up, his scruff glistening with your slick.

“Come here, baby,” he growled, unzipping his jeans. He pulled out his cock, which was hard and throbbing. His warm hands grabbed your thighs, and he lifted you up.

You gasped, wrapped your legs around his waist, and put your arms around his neck. You felt his cock nudge your hole, and he started sinking his tip into you. His member was big, but your pussy was ready to take him after your orgasm so he bottomed out easily and started bouncing you on his cock.

The head was hitting your cervix rhythmically, and you wanted to scream, but the need to be quiet allowed only soft whimpers to leave your lips.

Suddenly, you heard buzzing.

His phone.

To your astonishment, he took it out of his pocket, holding you up with one arm, and, after a deep breath, answered the call.

“Honey, I’m helping this guy out. His car broke down,” he said while his cock was buried deep in your pussy, “No, don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

While he was talking to his wife, you slid down the wall a bit, and he pushed you up, making his tip hit your cervix hard. You put your palm over your mouth just before a cry escaped your lips. He winked at you with gratitude and added, “Enjoy your dessert, honey.”

He hung up and mumbled, “I’m definitely enjoying mine.”

His lips immediately crushed into yours, and his hands grasped your ass cheeks as he continued to lift you up and down, using you like a fuck doll.

After a particularly hard thrust, you couldn’t help but moan loudly, and he placed his warm hand over your mouth and continued fucking up into your dripping hole.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he whispered into your ear between panting, “so wet and warm, fuck.. “ His scruffy beard was chafing your cheek, but you didn’t care. You were enjoying yourself too much, being fucked by a complete stranger while your boyfriend was waiting for you. On fucking Valentine’s Day. Despite or because of it, your second climax was building fast in your core.

“Can you come on my cock, little girl?” as if reading your thoughts, he asked you.

“Yeah..,” you murmured, “make me come, please."

“Fuck, I like you, so polite.” His hand left your ass and slithered between your bodies. His thumb quickly found your throbbing clit and he started rubbing it. His cock massaging your soft spot, his expert finger stimulating your clit quickly pushed you over the precipice.

You cried out, and he hastily placed his palm over your mouth, quieting you.

“Shhh, baby, you don’t wanna get caught full of stranger’s cock, do ya?” he chuckled, but you heard in his voice that he was close too.

“Fuck, not gonna last with you chokin’ my dick like that.”

The man hastily pulled out and put you down on your feet. He stepped to the side, pointing the tip of his cock at the wall, and started jerking his shaft while his other hand cupped your pussy. He was spreading your slick over your wet folds and watching them glisten.

Soon he moaned and started shooting the spurts of his cum on the wall. With hazy eyes and parted lips, you were taking in the image of him milking his cock.

When the last drop slid down his tip, he took out a handkerchief and wiped it off.

“Hell, baby, you’re something,” he said with a warm smile, panting heavily.

You two started fixing your clothes, glancing at each other from time to time. After you pulled down your skirt, he picked up your panties off the ground.

“Sorry,” he mumbled with an apologetic smile, and you shrugged, stuffing them into your pocket.

“We should go back,” you said with a touch of sadness in your voice. You wished you could spend the rest of the night with him, but reality was not made out of your dreams.

“You go first, and I’ll follow. Don’t want you to have problems with your guy.”

You nodded, shifting on your feet, and added,

“Hope your wife believed the car story.”

He chuckled and came up to you before taking your face in his hands. Your breath hitched again, and you marvelled at his beautiful features for the hundredth time that night.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he murmured, and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

It was short and sweet, and when he parted from you, your eyes locked again, and you whispered back,

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

***

The both of you continued the dinner with your partners. He left before you, and on his way out, he turned his head and gave you a playful wink. You smiled into your wine glass as butterflies were swarming in your stomach. Suddenly you thought that you would probably never see him again, and tears welled up in your eyes.

***

In a cab on your way home, you remembered that your panties were still stuffed in your pocket and wanted to push them deeper when you felt something else there. You took it out and saw a card. You grinned widely, biting your lip with excitement.

There was a name on the card - Joel Miller, and a phone number underneath it.

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[1000roughdrafts]

Just Another Day

Summary: Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Warnings: some language (like 2-3 words), light mentions of angst, but mostly fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Not betad, all mistakes are my own 😊 and bear with me, I’m a little rusty 🥰 happy love day 🥰

Valentine's Day has never really been a favorite of mine, let alone anything I'd consider more than 'just a day'. Hell, Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, even birthdays are all just 'another day' for me. It's kind of difficult not to harbor ill feelings about them after constantly being let down by the people in my life, one broken promise after another.

Dean and Sam have kept every promise they've made, though. In fact, they're managing to break down my walls bit by bit from stolen candy on Halloween to a fried chicken meal with beer on Thanksgiving all while living in cheap motels chasing monsters. When I told them this morning that I just wanted to hunt as usual for the day, I couldn't help but to feel a tad disappointed that they agreed. Bit by bit, I'm breaking my own rules about not getting my hopes up on holidays.

This is our first Valentine's Day as a couple, and I've known Dean long enough to know that chocolate and flowers aren't exactly his style. But I can count on him to bring me a piece of pie "just because" or he'll clean my weapons for me after a particularly grueling hunt because he knows all I want to do is shower and get in bed.

After a long day of exorcising demons, we are on the road again. Burnin' For You by Blue Oyster Cult plays low on the radio, but the clattering of rain on the roof has my full attention. Sam loudly rifles through the papers in his lap with one hand, flashlight held in the other, hesitant to ever let himself relax. Dean's eyes flicker between the road and the rear-view mirror to periodically check on me.

"Hey, you seem off today, you okay?" Dean asks, picking up on my vacant eyes and slight frown.

I suck in a breath, inhaling the scent of the Black Ice air freshener and a hint of stale whiskey, "yeah," I say curtly, keeping my eyes on the trees swaying in the wind as we drive past, lit only by the moon above us. The wind howls against the windows of the Impala, sneaking in and covering my skin with goosebumps.

His face scrunches a bit and he nods before the tick of the blinker signals that he's turning off the highway. I feel a twinge of discomfort knowing we're only minutes away from the motel now. As much as I hate the numbness I feel in my butt and thighs, there is something meditative about being a passenger on a long drive.

We pass an abandoned gas station before I can see the dim lights of the Wandering Inn. Dean parks us by the front desk, leaving the Impala to run with a soft purr as he gets us a key to a room. Neither Sam nor I take our time getting the bags together, so by the time Dean is back out and we find a parking spot near the room, we're ready to head in.

The door whines as Dean pushes it open, immediately palming the peeling wall for a light switch. The overhead light flickers a few times before settling on a weak glow, and before I can even shut the door behind us, the smell of burnt dust and old pledge assaults my nose. I glance around the small room. The musky yellow walls seem to make it feel even smaller, somehow.

Dean turns to me with outstretched arms and a smile, asking for my bags. I dutifully and sleepily hand them over, not realizing the weight they bared until the relief of their absence waves over me. Dean nods his head towards the bathroom, "ladies first on a shower," he says softly. His boots click on the tile as he walks over to toss our bags onto the bed, plopping down next to them to remove his boots.

In a few short strides I head over to grab my bag for the bathroom, stopping in front of him to plant a kiss on his forehead. His eyes, droopy and half-closed, look up at me in a smile. He places his hands my back, thumbs rubbing circles on my skin as he pulls me in for a kiss.

"Thanks for first shower, Dean," I say, letting my hands rest on his shoulders.

His eyebrows rise and fall before he says, "yeah, well, by the looks of it, you need it more than we do tonight."

My ear to ear smile is real, but I fake a laugh before pulling away. "Whatever," I say, but I slowly lose my smile on the way to my shower. Dean's ability to pick up on even the most subtle of changes in me are a testament to how great of a hunter he is, and even greater boyfriend. How he can't pick up on how torn I'm feeling about this wretched day I've no idea. What conflicts me further is that I know it's my responsibility to share these feelings with him. Dean may have an attention to detail I haven't seen in a partner in, well, ever, but he's not a mind reader.

The tile of the bathroom is cold under my feet, so I remove my shirt to stand on it while I wait for the water to heat up. I hear the guys shuffling and moving things in the room, keeping their voices hush, but I'm too tired to give a shit. Waving a hand under the water I decide that it's the perfect temperature and remove the rest of my clothes to get in.

I don't even realize how tense I am until the water hits my shoulders, nearly forcing me to relax under it. My body's reflexes take over and I go into autopilot as I think about today and Valentine's Day is already almost over, but we did nothing… at my request. I roll my eyes at myself, brushing my teeth while the conditioner sits in my hair. The scent of fruit and mint fill the room among the steam. When I rinse my hair, I imagine I'm rinsing the day away.

The mirror is completely fogged up by the time I get out. With slightly damp skin, and a towel wrapped around my head, I struggle to get my clothes on, and it frustrates me.

I open the door and allow the steam to pour into our room, and I'm immediately hit with a surprising smell. It's almost as if someone is roasting marshmallows in our motel room. I take a small, careful step and peek just my head out, eyes zeroing in on the lit candles on the table.

My eyes skip over to Dean who sits on the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees, a single flower in one hand, and a mix-tape in the other. Beneath his feet is a trail of rose petals leading to the door of the bathroom. He keeps his eyes on me, a smile peaking through his lips as he awaits my next move.

Sam's eyes and mine meet before he offers an awkward smile and shuffles a few things around on his bed. He grabs his shower bag, and I take a few steps towards Dean to allow him to enter the bathroom. Dean and I are both silent until the door closes behind Sam.

"What is all this, Dean?" I asks, astonished. Moldy motel room, or 5 star suite, never in my life has anyone laid out rose petals for me. I feel my heart racing like it's ready to burst right out of my chest.

Dean smiles, standing to hand me the flower with a kiss on my cheek. My skin is warm where his lips just were, and he reaches to take my hand, guiding me to sit on our bed.

He notices my eyes glance down at the mix tape before jumping back up to his. "I've been working on this for a few weeks now," he says, shaking the tape in his hand before handing it to me.

My hand shakes when I grab it, and I flip it to see "To my Y/N/N, Love Dean," scribbled on the front. My cheeks grow hot again, but this time with embarrassment that I'd spent the whole day thinking about myself, when here's Dean blowing expectations right out of the water.

"It's, uh, all the songs that remind me of you," he says softly, and I notice the scent of my favorite candle as the flame burns. My head spins.

"I don't know what to say, Dean," I start, and he just smiles, caressing my hand with his calloused fingers, "I mean, thank you. This is the kindest, most loving thing anyone has ever done for me," I say, tears welling in my eyes.

It's overwhelming to think a personal could love someone so much that amidst hunting Heaven, Hell and everything in between he could find the time to make this moment so special.

"Aw, sweetheart, don't cry," he says, arms wrapping around me, pulling me in for a tight hug.

"I'm not crying, Dean," I contest, but I nuzzle my face into his soft, comforting shirt, allowing my arms to wrap around his torso, and under the warmth of his jacket.

I soak in the smell of his sandalwood cologne and tighten my arms around him. Kissing his chest, I mutter another "thank you" before lifting my head to look him in the eyes. He brings his hand to either side of my face, eyes looking back and forth between mine, "you're very welcome," he says, kissing me with a tenderness that takes my breath away, and I realize that it's moments like these that I want to fill my heaven with.

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Domestic Cravings

Domestic Cravings

Leon comes home early from a mission and stays determined not to wake you by going to his apartment instead of yours. When greeted with a more than pleasant surprise he’s unable to stop himself from asking the big question. 

Main Character Relations: Leon Kennedy x reader (romantic) 

Word Count: 2k (a little over) 

Fluff, fluff, fluff !!! 

A/N: Sometimes I don’t write angst. Sometimes. Anyway, I guess you could consider this a Valentine's Day present. Personally, I hate the holiday, but I do love to treat others. Enjoy! 

Leon sighed, the weight of his most recent mission weighing heavily on his shoulders. All things considered things went smoothly and everything wrapped up into a nice little bow earlier than expected. He was scheduled to be there for the next two days, but he ran into one of those rare circumstances where he made it back early. 

As he looked at the door handle to his front door he seriously debated his most recent plan to retreat to the solitude of his own apartment. This isn’t where he wanted to be. He wanted to experience the warmth of your doorway. He wanted to crawl into your bed and find comfort in your embrace. But it was so late and the sun basically just set and you had to have been asleep. Not to mention he’d probably be throwing a wrench in your plans for the next day and the last thing he wanted was to be seen as a burden. 

So, selflessly Leon opened the front door. The apartment was cold as he disregarded his heavy duffel bag to the side. He shut and locked the door behind him as he kicked off his boots, too tired to be bothered to put them away just then. He ran his hand down his face as he sauntered into the kitchen. Exhaustion felt like an understatement, as his limbs felt heavy as he headed towards the fridge. The bright light caused him to squint as he was greeted to the sight of a fully stocked fridge. He smiled knowing that you had already started taking care of the little things for him. He grabbed the carton of orange juice before shutting the door. 

It really only made things harder as he set the carton on the kitchen island as he grabbed a glass. He had a key and he was always more than welcome, he lived there just as much as he lived here, if not more so. You have been dating for a year and had gotten the big three words out and expressed your love whenever and wherever it came about. Rather it be just an exchange of the sentiment via words or actions, he knew you loved him. He knew that you truly, deeply, genuinely loved him. You saw the good and the bad and still adored him. He couldn’t make any sense of it, but humans are creatures who are always harsher on themselves than on others. 

Your apartment always felt so homey and inviting, granted that could have just been because it was considerably smaller, but he digresses. He spent more time there than he did in the luxury suite that was located on the finer side of town. Big tall windows that allowed natural light in easily, a view of the city that ‘justified’ the rent prices. In all honesty he only chose to live here due to the fact that it was so close to the office. Even though he wondered why he even bothered being close to the office when he woke up in your bed most days anyway. 

Pouring his drink he started to really consider why you still remained in two separate housing units. Truth be told he never asked you to move in. He supposed you could’ve asked, but it wasn’t in your nature. You weren’t one to ask someone to pack up their life and throw everything away to be with you. He would in a heartbeat, there wouldn’t be a second thought about it; but it all goes back to people being harsher on themselves than other people. That and the fact that his work played a big factor in everything that Leon does. He was constantly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Finishing his drink with huge gulps he was unsure if you were even willing to give your place up. It was your first apartment and the rent wasn’t too bad- all things considered- your landlord was tolerable and neighbors were friendly enough. The walls were paper thin and the unit needed a multitude of repairs. Long story short, the place was old, Leon has had a number of things redone there; in fact the first thing he did was replace the locks. He was trying to talk you into a whole security system, but you shut him down. Having to deal with your landlord over the locks was a hassle on its own, you didn’t want to bother trying to reason with him over a high tech military grade security system. 

Your safety and wellbeing was on the top of Leon’s list and he used it in his arguments. But you just rolled your eyes and pointed out that he doesn’t even use his own security system. The thing did nothing but collect dust by the front door. It was your main argument and it stood firm, you told him that once he started using his own you would think about going toe to toe with your landlord over it, but until then his argument was null and void. 

He countered though with the fact that his apartment didn’t hold anything valuable. Sure, it had monetary value out the ass; but anything he had that was worth anything could be perceived as trash to the naked eye. A box full of movie tickets, cards, postcards, and blurry photos was not worth a dime. The memories that the items held were priceless, but they wouldn’t do a thing for anyone else. 

As he went to turn on the sink he noticed the dishwasher light was on, signaling that the dishwasher had finished its job. A crooked little smirk pulled on his face, not only did you go grocery shopping but you took care of the dishes. How lucky could he possibly be? A sense of a domestic life that he craved washing over him. It was time, he wanted you here, or he could stay there, it really didn’t matter. Either place would be home as long you were there. 

Turning off the sink he heard the floor creek. He set the glass in the sink slowly as he reached for Matilda that rested in his waistband. He was careful, he was sure he wasn’t followed, whoever was here had been here. His brain immediately went to you; second guessing having you move in. He moved quickly facing the hall, his arms outstretched and his finger on the trigger, “You’ve got three seconds.” He threatened and as he heard your deep sigh of relief he softened, setting the gun on the counter. You stepped into his line of vision as he flicked on the kitchen light, “(Y/N)?” He called out your name as he watched you shake slightly. The gap between the two of you was closed quickly as he pulled you to his chest with relief.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You said setting the gun you had down on the nearby couch end table. Wrapping your arms around him you scolded him, “You got off early and you didn’t call me?” 

“I scared you? You scared me.” He defended light heartly, “I didn’t want to wake you. It’s nearly three in the morning, baby.” He pulled away from you as he tucked your hair behind your ear. His lips found yours in a gentle kiss that he deepened as you hummed against him. 

“Did a great job at letting me sleep then, dear.” You teased him as you pulled away from him. You brushed his hair out of his eyes, examining the bags and purple hue underneath them.

“How was I supposed to know you were here?” He defended as your thumb ghosted over his cheekbone and you turned bright red. A sense of victory on his face as a wide smile found his features. 

“I just started the dishes and I didn’t want to fight traffic home-…” you peered into an ocean of blue before sighing, “I missed you. I sleep here when I miss you. I sleep here a lot.” You confessed before looking away from him, it was slightly embarrassing for you to admit. You had difficulty expressing that you craved a person. It didn’t make any sense with how open you were about him, but you just chalked it up to your miss independent complex. He just hummed in satisfaction as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His body relaxed as he kissed your neck with a sense of glee. He went from missing you, to worrying about you, to the joy of knowing that you were within arms reach in a matter of seconds. 

“I missed you more.” He cooed as he kissed your neck, “Glad you’re here.” 

“I love you.” The words fell from your lips so gently and lovingly that his grip on you tightened and you giggled slightly. He made you feel like a teenage girl that was too head over heels for her own good.  “Let’s get you to bed. Shower?” 

“Please.” Your hands found his hands and gently pulled him down the hall and into his room. He noted his side of the bed was the one that you were just resting on; a sense of warmth washing over him. He squeezed your hand gently as you led him into the bathroom. As you let go of him you turned on the shower. He couldn’t help the smile on his face as he looked around and noticed your shampoo and conditioner, toothbrush, lotions, and other toiletries littered in his bathroom. 

You approached him and helped him pull off his shirt, you looked him over. A deep sigh falling from your lips as your heart ached at the sight of bruises and cuts. It hurt to see and you could only imagine the pain he felt. 

“It’s okay, I’m fine. Promise.” 

“This the best they could do to patch you up?”  

“Down, tiger.” He teased as he soaked up your possessive tone.

 You rolled your eyes and turned back to the shower, pulling off your shirt before putting your palm under the running water. You pulled your pajama shorts off and as you turned to face him a sense of nervousness shot up your spine. You usually would tease him about a staring problem, but you were unsure of where his emotions were. Physically he looked exhausted- his movements told you he was exhausted- but mentally you had no idea where he stood. 

Not to mention that you had no clue how he felt about you staying here when he wasn’t here. Sure, he said he was glad you were here, but he never asked you to be here.

“The water is going to get cold if you just keep staring. C’mon.” You nodded to the shower as you undid his pants. His hands found yours, stopping you, as he took care of the rest and disregarded them in the hamper. You tried to place what he was thinking as you climbed into the shower, him not far behind you. 

As the warm water hit his back he let out a sigh of relief. The sound music to your ears as you started messing with his shampoo. You went to work the shampoo in his hair and through half lidded eyes he watched you. A little smile on your face while your tired eyes focused on what you were doing. 

He could get used to this, he was getting used to it. 

He loved you. He loved seeing your things in his space, he loved that you were taking care of him, he loved that you were here. 

You tilted his head gently and started rinsing the shampoo out. A protest never fell from his lips as you scratched his scalp and he moaned softly. You reached for his conditioner and did the same thing, just letting the conditioner sit while scrubbing him down with his signature fresh pine scented shower gel. 

You worshiped him as you bathed him, kissing the cuts and bruises softly as you rinsed him off. He deserved to be taken care of like this and you didn’t mind being the one to do it. It was slightly embarrassing, but he trusted you with his life and you knew his body just as he knew yours. “Relax.” You cooed as you went to get out of the shower, “Stay in here as long as you’d like. I’m going to get you-.” You stopped as he grabbed your wrist and his other hand found your hip. You gave him a concerned look as you scanned his face, you stepped closer to him as he pulled you to his chest. Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair as you tried to soothe him. “Want to talk about it?” 

“No, not really.” He rested his head against your shoulder, “Just want you.” He’s wanted you since he got back, he’s wanted you since he left. You nodded as you held him against you. 

You both stood there until the water started to run cold. It took some convincing but eventually you got him out and in pajamas. You were in bed wearing one of his t-shirts that he practically had to fight you over wearing. Your eyes shut as you listened to his movements in the bathroom, refusing sleep. Waiting for him. 

As Leon turned off the faucet he took a good look in the mirror. A face that had a smile plastered on it as he thought about the woman in his bed. The woman who just doted on him like he was made of glass. The woman who held him so close and made him feel so loved that it all felt worth it. The woman that he wanted to take his last name. 

He left the bathroom and stood in the doorway as the bathroom light illuminated you just enough to where he could watch your chest rise and fall. As your eyes opened he was held captive as you smiled. 

“What?” You asked through a yawn as you pulled the covers up to your shoulders while you stretched. 

“I love you.” He beamed as he turned off the bathroom light and climbed into his side of the bed. Your scent flying off of the fabric of his sheets as the radiant warmth of your presence drew him in. Wrapping his arm around your torso he pulled you to him. 

“I love you more.” Your voice heavy with sleep as you cuddled against his chest. He adored these moments where you didn’t fight with your words and just said what you were feeling. 

He chuckled, “Not a chance in hell, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead as you yawned. “Go to sleep.” He cooed as he rubbed a hand firmly up and down your back. 

“Leon…?” You muttered against his chest. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I’m sorry if you didn’t want me here while you’re not here. I won’t do it again.” He raised an eyebrow at the apologetic sorrow in your tone. He knew your past, he knew your uncertainty, but he could’ve sworn that he told you he was glad you were here. “I just missed you and if I crossed a line-.” 

“Hey, hey.” He shushed you, “I’m glad you're here, remember? I want you here. Forever and always. Okay?” You nodded and tried not to sniffle. 

“Okay.” You fisted the hem of his shirt as you tried to keep yourself calm against him. He kissed your forehead before petting your hair. Your eyes were shut and your breathing was starting to slow to the pace that it does when you sleep. 

He knew he should wait, but he was too excited. 

“Baby?” He looked down at you as you hummed in response telling him to go ahead with his question. That you were still listening and ready to talk about whatever he needed. His thumb brushed against your cheek as he admired you, “Will you marry me?” 

Your tired eyes opened, “What?” You were in a state of disbelief. 

He asked again, “Marry me?” Silence fell over the room as the cold chill of uncertainty worked its way through his blood stream. What was he thinking? Was he thinking? You didn’t even live with him and you’d been together for only a year. Wasn’t the next step just to ask you to move in? That was the logical question. Was it too late to rephrase the question? Could he save this somehow? 

“Yes.” You answered honestly, “Yes, I’ll marry you.” He let out a deep breath of relief before his lips found yours. His kiss was deep and passionate as he adjusted himself to be level with you. You welcomed him as you melted against him. Exchanging passion and overwhelming love within each kiss. Each parting one leaves a lasting imprint against your souls. 

He regretfully parted from you to get a good look at you. To judge based on what he knew if this was truly something you wanted. Your bright smile causes him to let out a chuckle of relief before leaning his forehead against yours. You laughed alongside him as your hand intertwined with his, “I love you, Mrs. Kennedy.” He said he ran his hand through your hair. It fell so naturally from his lips that you could’ve sworn that it had always been your last name. 

“I haven’t signed any papers yet.” You joked before peppering a couple kisses on his cheek, “Don’t even have a ring yet.” 

He rolled his eyes before his lips captured yours, “It’s in the closet.” He mumbled as he held your face against his. 

“Mhm.” You moaned against his lips, even though you didn’t believe him. He was telling you the truth, hidden in his safe was a little black velvet box that held the engagement ring he picked out six months ago.  

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valentine’s day 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ jane volturi, alec volturi, felix volturi, demetri volturi

warnings: none!

a/n: happy valentine’s day! mwah kisses for you all💋💋

tag list: @your-next-daydream @agirllovespancakes @icefrozendeadlyqueen

(no one understands how HARD it is to figure out different scenarios for each character without them seeming similar. these were also written at 2AM… sorry if this sucks!)

Alec:

𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫

“Hello my love”

Your giggles quickly turned into loud laughs as Alec pulls you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck to stable yourself as he manages to burrow his head into the crook of your neck softly pressing kisses onto the supple skin.

“How was your day?” You speak softly, stroking his hair and pressing a delicate kiss to his temple. He lifts his head to press a kiss to your lips in return before he answers… hesitantly.

“It was… fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Mhmm”

A moment of silence washes over you both before you narrow your eyes at him.

“What are you hiding?”

You raise an eyebrow at his… apathy and he breaks his stoic facade, the expression being replaced by his signature smirk.

“I cannot keep anything from you, can I?” He groans loudly, tipping his head back “…I have a surprise for you.”

The way your eyes light up makes him smile at you softly, brushing a hand to stroke your cheek “You do?”

“I do, however it requires you to close your eyes.” You huff in frustration but do as you are told regardless. You feel him stand with you in his arms, bridal style, accidently letting out a squeal. He chuckles at you before speeding up to the door of your shared chambers, placing you on your feet.

He guides you to enter before softly whispering, coaxing you to open your eyes. Your mouth drops open at the sight in front of you. The room was lit by soft twinkling fairy lights, surrounding the ceiling and draping across the fireplace which was already lit and warming the room. The largest of couches was set up with blanket and cushions, TV already on and at the ready. Next to the couch a small bowl of your favourite sweet treats sat, as well as a bouquet of vibrant red roses.

You felt your face form a pout as happy tears filled your eyes, turning to wrap your arms around him gently.

“You like it? I was thinking we can relax and have a bath together, and then we can watch some movies… whatever you want..” He whispers softly. You pull away and wipe your eyes, making him pout at you gently.

“I love it! I love you! You’re so cute when you’re all soft like this.” You squeal as he abruptly throws you over his shoulder and onto the bed, climbing atop of you and grazing his teeth playfully along the column of your neck.

“You better not let anyone hear you say that, or I’ll eat you.”

Demetri:

𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫

You were woken by soft kisses pressed to your shoulder, drifting across your neck and up your cheek. A soft yawn comes from your lips as you sit up, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Demetri remains laying next to you, gazing up at you with nothing but love in his eyes. He softly strokes your hip as he smiles.

“Good morning, tesoro. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He speaks softly and you groan, falling into his chest and snuggling back into him. He chuckles at you before sitting you up again and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He pouts at you playfully and just narrowly avoids you swipe at him in response. “Come, you have to get up. I intend to spoil you today.”

“You spoil me everyday!” You whine “It’s too early!”

“My love it’s ten in the morning. I already let you sleep in today. You can’t sleep the whole day away-“ You interrupt with a groan and he laughs at you. “Just for me? Please?”

You make the mistake of peeking up at him, seeing the puppy eyes he is giving you. You melt at the sight, forcing yourself to sit up and wake up for the day. Only then do you notice two suitcases packed by the door, quickly turning to raise an eyebrow at him. Surely he does not have to leave for a mission - a long mission - on today of all days?

“Where you going?” You question and he sends you a wink before pulling you close.

“Where are we going.” He corrects, brushing your hair back from your face.

“We?” You gasp before hopping onto his lap, let’s either side of his own “Where? Where? Tell me!”

“It’s a surprise, I’m sure you’ll love it.” He smirks before leaning closer. “But first, I wouldn’t mind a little indulging for a moment, hm?”

His lips ghosts your own and you melt into him, putty in his hands. You place your hands gently on his chest, feeling his own massaging soft circles upon your waist before drifting down to your hips.

“Yes sir..”

Felix:

𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫

“Love! … Felix! … Felix!” You try to gain his attention and he holds a hand out, asking for your patience with the phone still pressed to his ear. You pout as said hand cups your face, brushing your lower lip gently and travelling down to stroke your jaw. Soft tingles run across your body as he does so, the blaze of arousal beginning to ignite in your lower stomach yet again.

The two of you had been staying for a few weeks away in Paris, perfectly aligning with Valentine’s Day (you were almost one hundred percent certain Felix had planned it that way, though he would never admit it) and the two of you had to… hold back. You didn’t not want to destroy another hotel room with your antics. After a few more excruciating minutes, he finally put the phone down. You practically pounced on him. He caught you, hands beneath you to hold you up as you pressed kisses to his face.

“My love, you need to start getting ready.”

You pulled back in alarm: “Ready for what?”

He placed you on your feet, pulling the sleep shirt you were wearing over your head, softly grazing his cold fingers across your collarbones and down your ribcage.

“Well… firstly we are going sightseeing-“

“Where?!”

“Wherever you want to go, pretty girl, and then I will be taking you shopping. We have some very special plans for tonight.”

“What kind of special plans?” You eyed him skeptically, wondering where his mind was heading.

“Plans that require you to wear one of those fancy dresses I adore seeing you in… though perhaps I shall treat you to something much more enticing for me to see you in later. That is all I will be revealing. Hurry along, mia dolce ragazza. We have places to be”

Your face flushes a deep red at his innuendo, though you knew he wasn’t kidding. If there was one thing Felix loved even more than you, it was spoiling you. And that is exactly what he planned to do.

Jane:

𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫

It seems as if your mate was avoiding you… and if the flower arrangement followed by the sweet message she had placed directly next to the beautiful bouquet was enough to go by, you would say she was rather embarrassed. She was never one to be a loving partner to say the least. Though even she knew the occasion called for it.

It seemed every attempt you made at stalking her down, she managed to figure out and evade you once more. You had no other option. Slowly, you snuck up on her as she stood outside the training room, pressing her into one of the alcoves suddenly in order not to be seen (she would absolutely die of embarrassment if you were caught canoodling like two teenagers) and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, wrapping your arms around her small frame.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love” You mumbled into her shoulder, pressing closer to her as she hummed in acknowledgment. You felt her wrap her own arms around you, and smiled softly to yourself. “Thank you for my flowers this morning.”

You felt her smile against your neck, only for a moment, and you pulled her away to watch her face gently. She mumbled out a soft ‘you’re welcome’, though judging by the way she avoided your eyes, you knew that if she could blush she would be the brightest shade of red.

You giggled at her and she scowled at you.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you…” You tease and her frown deepens.

“Amore…”

“I’m sorry you’re just too cute when you’re like this.”

She growls at you, one of her dainty hands moving up to grip your jaw. A whimper escapes you, although your smile widens as she glares at you before sighing, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

“I am like this with you and only you. No one else is to know.” You roll your eyes, kissing her gently again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re evil. I know”

[dean-samw67]

Jill Valentine x f!reader smut fic please 😈

Scandal

Jill Valentine x Fem!Reader

(A/N: Hell yeah now we are talking! Jill Valentine, my love. I got my prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting here on tumblr! ALSO THIS IS A WLW POST IF MEN COME IN HERE AND BE CREEPY YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

Prompt: “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.”)

Words: 1929

How you got here? Not a single fucking clue. But you were in your office at work, tongue practically down Jill’s throat as your hands grasped at her light blue top. Jill pulls her lips away from yours, gasping for a second of breath. You didn’t want to lose the contact so your lips found the skin of her jaw and latched onto that.

“We… we should probably leave. Before someone sees us and starts a scandal.” Jill manages to make out in between gasps and soft whines.

“What might that scandal be? The fact that you like women? You haven��t told anyone yet, have you?” You couldn’t help but tease her. You knew about Jill’s struggle with coming out and you never pushed her. But you did like to tease her about how you were her “little secret” for now.

“I just… ngh… fuck.” She was fighting back from making too much noise. And you loved it. She was squirming under your touch. Your hands find her thighs and pick her up to sit her on your desk, causing some papers to fall off and onto the floor. That was later you’s problem.

“Can’t even make out a sentence. I have barely done anything yet.” You chuckle as you kiss her neck and your hands slide up her thighs, the fabric of her jeans making your hands tingle just a bit as you rubbed it. “Tell me now if you want me to stop and I will.”

Jill couldn’t bring herself to though. She wanted this just as much as you. So she just reaches up, cupping your face in her hands and pressing her lips to yours. You can’t help but chuckle against her lips, knowing she actually likes the idea of someone catching her like this with you. The office was mostly empty at this hour so you had no worry that someone would catch you. But Jill was cautious.

You understood. She wasn’t out yet and she wanted to come out on her own terms. You’d never want to take that from her. You remember how nervous you were before you had come out.

Your lips move against hers with a passion you never had found with another person. Maybe it was the fact that your relationship was a secret and that's what caused it. But you believed it was more than that. In reality the way you felt for her as a whole was just so much more than you’d experienced in the past. Your hands move to her hips, fingers curling over the waist of her pants, sitting in between her hips and the fabric.

The back of your fingers brush over the fabric of her panties, sending goosebumps all over Jill’s body. You slide your hands across the waistband of her jeans until they reach the button at the front. Your teeth nip at her lower lip, earning a moan into your partially open mouth. Oh, how you loved those noises.

Your fingers fiddle with the button of her pants and pop it open, pulling her zipper down. The taste of her mouth fills yours as you slip your hand past the band of her panties and your middle and ring fingers find her bundle of nerves. She lets out a gasp and her hands grip at your shirt.

“Better make this quick if you don’t want to risk being caught.” You breathe out against her lips, barely pulling away to talk.

“No…” The whimper that escapes her lips makes you smirk.

“No, what?”

“Don’t rush it. Please.” Her plea struck something in her. Fuck that soft spot for her. You groan, knowing you would give in. You pull your hand out of her pants just to yank them down her legs as you push her to lay back on your desk. You close your eyes, thinking for a moment. You knew there were still some people working late at the office. You grunt as you stand up and grab one of the chairs in your office. You place it in front of the door, lodging it under the door handle before returning to Jill.

You crouch down and pull her boots off, dropping them on the floor before pulling her pants off the rest of the way. You kiss her ankle softly, earning a gentle gasp from the woman on your desk. You were fully prepared to give her a quickie here in your office. But now from a few simple words, you would take your time on her and pray to god no one in the office will need you at this hour.

Your lips leave a trail of kisses up her leg, savoring her soft skin under your touch. Jill shivered as she looked down at her lover in admiration. As you make your way up she reaches a hand out to caress the side of your face and a bit of your hair. You lean into her touch, closing your eyes and sighing in relief. She did this to you. Made you a soft mess. And you loved every second of it.

Your hand slowly trailed up her other leg, fingertips light on her skin. You reach her thigh and rub circles on her flesh with your thumb as you return to kissing your way up her leg. You pull her thighs apart and kiss her inner thigh, pushing her leg up as you do so. Her foot is placed flat on the desk in order to open her legs and allow you further access. Your lips latch at the flesh of her inner thigh and sucks at it, quickly leaving a dark mark on her skin.

You lean back to admire the way the hickey stood out against her thigh, you smirk a bit before your head leans against her thigh as you look up at her from in between her legs. Jill runs a hand through your hair as she meets your eyes. You let out a sigh that would absolutely give away the fact that she had you whipped. You knew it and she knew it.

You lean in, kissing her pussy over top of her wet panties. Jill loved every second of the worship you provided to her. You close your eyes as your nostrils flare at the smell of her right under you. It wasn’t strong but just enough to catch your attention and turn you on further.

Your hands move up to push her panties to the side, enough to lean in and drag your tongue along her wetness. Your eyes practically roll back as you taste her. She was like your addiction. Her hand grips at your hair as your tongue makes contact with her dripping cunt.

You are quick to reach your hands up and take hold of the sides of her panties, pulling them off and getting them out of the way. You take a hold of her leg and drape it over your shoulder, leaning forward as you let yourself bury your face in between her legs. The noise that greets your ears and spills from her lips encourages you. You suck on her swollen clit as your tongue flicks at it in a repetitive motion. Jill’s head falls back onto the desk as the room is filled up with her whines and whimpers from the attention you gave to her clit.

“Shush, you’ll get us caught.” You pull away just enough to breathe those words out before returning to pleasing her. Jill places her hand, that wasn’t tangled up in your hair, against her mouth as her hips buck against your face. One of your hands held her thigh, that rested on your shoulder, tightly. The other found its way up her stomach and under her top, fingers light over her skin as they find her waist.

Your hand holds her waist and fingers caress in an up and down motion as your mouth and nose are buried in her cunt. Jill couldn’t help as she moaned against her hand, knowing her covering her own mouth didn’t do much. Your senses were filled with her. Her taste, her smell, her sounds, the feeling of her. In this moment, you couldn’t care anymore who might know what was happening. She was the only thing that mattered.

Your mouth moves lower for just a moment, tongue slipping into her hole as it passes over her g-spot and is coated in her essence. You look up at her, admiring the way she squirmed. It was so easy to tell what she liked. Her body reacted beautifully. A moan breaks through your throat, sending vibrations against Jill which only makes her moaning increase in sound. A slight smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you return your attention on her clit.

Not once did your eyes leave her. You followed the outline of her jaw as her head was tilted back. Occasionally you got a glimpse of the sides of her face as she squirmed around. Your pupils dilate as you stare up at your girlfriend while eating her pussy.

Each tug she made at your hair earned a moan against her clit as your tongue swirls and flicks at it. She must’ve liked the moaning so much by how she began to pull your hair over and over. You had no complaints, just obliged and moaned against her flesh as your mouth worked at pleasing her.

“Y/n!” She moans out from behind her hand as her back arches, even in her shirt you couldn’t help but admire how her tits sat so nicely on her chest. Granted she was wearing a bra, but even without one you had always loved how pretty her tits were. You could feel how her leg shuddered on top of your shoulder and under your hand. It made the grip on her thigh only tighten.

She was a moaning mess. Surely someone was hearing this. But you were practically drowning in her pussy and hadn’t a care in the world about what was happening past this desk. The longer this went on the messier it became. Her wetness was making a mess on my desk and you didn’t care. It showed how much she loved what you did to her. Your face was coated with her essence.

Finally her head lifts up, heavy eyes meeting yours. “I’m gonna… I-” She couldn’t even finish what she was trying to say. You didn’t need her to. Within seconds of her warning she is cumming on your face and your tongue is greedily lapping at her cunt, not wanting to waste this. Moans leave your lips as you savor the taste of her cum coating your tongue. Your nails softly dig against her thigh as she rides out her orgasm, grinding against your face as she does so.

Her body finally seems to deflate as she lets out heaving breaths. You slowly lower her leg from your shoulder as you lean back from her pussy, licking your lips. Jill took one look at you and her cheeks flushed even more red than they were from what you just did to her. Your nose, lips and chin were coated from her intense orgasm. You chuckle as you wipe your face and stand up, placing your hands on either side of her head. You hover over her and lean down, placing a gentle kiss to her lips that lasted a few seconds. You let out a chuckle before meeting her eyes.

“There definitely will be a scandal.”

Masterlist

[vincentvalentineweek]

The Nightmare Begins October 13th! 

Vincent Valentine Week returns October 13th! We are so excited to be back celebrating our favorite gothic grandpa, former Turk and overall best boy! 

Prompts: 

October 13-Surprise/Celebrate/Sweet

October 14-Sin/Technology/Coffin

October 15-Materia/Trauma/Protection

October 16-Atonement/Monster/Secret

October 17-Bullet/Weapon/Recoil

October 18-Save/Game/Card

October 19-Status Ailment/Lost/Foreign

October 20-Summon/Mistake/Sleep

Guidelines

⚰️Work must be your own that means no plagiarized art/fic or AI art/fic

⚰️Vincent must be recognizable as a character 

⚰️Work must be Vincent Valentine centric

⚰️Ships, AUs, OCs and collabs are welcome!

⚰️You are not obligated to finish the week or do every prompt 

⚰️SFW and NSFW content are allowed, just tag appropriately. 

⚰️You must wait until the event starts to share work

⚰️Tag #Vincentweek2024, #vvw24 or @vincentvalentineweek to be featured 

[writingbyshiloh]

The Valentine's Question

AN: I figured this is during an early season but could be during any time of the snow 

Warnings: Not beta read, fluff.

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and Jim has a question

You stuck your head out of the conference room to see if Jim was on a call. The optimist part of you hoped your crush wouldn't be busy and could help. The other part of you knew that if he was on a sales call, then he wouldn’t reject you because you wouldn't have to ask. 

Phyllis and Angela roped you into the party planning committee and gave you the job of decorations. Sure you could have put the decorations up yourself (after finding a stepping stool or jumping), but asking Jim would give you some alone time with him and without Micheal or Dwight. Plus all the decorations had fallen to the floor. 

Jim had his head down but was thankfully off the phone. 

“Jim! Jimothy!” you hissed, using the nickname Micheal used on him once. 

Jim turned around, facing Micheal's office door (which was fortunately shut) before he swivelled to the conference room. When he saw you his face lit up in a smile, which you quickly returned. 

You jerked your head back, trying to get him into the conference room, before closing the door behind him. 

“I help with the decorations,” you explained. 

“Is the plan to have decorations on the floor? Because if so you’re doing great.” Jim teased kindly. 

You slide the diagram Angela drew you over to Jim. 

“The PPC was very specific about how the conference room should look.” 

You tried not to notice how close Jim stood to you while he studied the digraph. 

Grabbing the new pile of decorations you moved away from him, the close contact was too much. 

“I can stand on a chair if you hand me the decorations?” you suggested hopefully. It was nice to be close to Jim but Angela was also scary. 

Jim nodded in agreement and took the decorations into one of his arms while offering his free hand to help you onto the chair. 

With a soft grunt, you got up on the chair and started taping the decorations to the wall. 

A comfortable silence fell over Jim and yourself. 

“Do you have any plans tonight?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

“I’m sure if I play my cards right, then Angela will ask me to take down the decorations,” you said with a small laugh. “What about you, Halpert?”

“Think she’ll make me join if I mess up the theme?” 

You both laughed at that, knowing how dramatic the party planning committee could be. 

“She will if you keep putting the large hearts above the small ones! Seriously Halpert, get your head in the game.” you tease, not missing the slight blush on Jim's face. 

‘Can I ask you something?” Jim said, voice more serious than before. 

Concern immediately flooded your face. 

“Of course,” you replied matching the tone of his voice. 

Before Jim could ask you the question, Phyllis poked her head in to let you know there is an emergency PPC meeting. 

You turned to see what the question was, but Jim demised you to go with her. 

---

You found Jim later in the kitchen/break room during a quiet moment of the party. 

“Are you seriously missing the party after all the hard work we did on the decorations?” you teased him again. 

“You know, I got so exhausted I needed to take a break.” 

You laughed. 

“What was the question you wanted to ask?”

The tone shifted slightly. Jim toyed with the mug he was holding. 

“I wanted to ask -” Jim started before being interrupted by Micheal holding a small bit of mistletoe. Earlier in the day you tried to tell Micheal that he was six weeks too late, but he insisted that it also fit Valentine’s Day. You and Jim duck out of the way of your boss before steering Micheal to try and kiss Dwight. 

---- 

The party dragged on due to your anticipation of what Jim wanted to ask. It could be about sales or other regular work questions, but he would have kept asking when others interrupted. 

Maybe if you got Jim alone you could ask him and finally get the question. Then you both would also be together on Valentine's day, even if it was just casually and as friends. 

You timed your exit from work with Jims, so you would both be in the elevator alone. You were going to wait until you both were outside but you would rather talk to Jim where it was warm and dry. 

Jim pushed the button for the ground floor, while you took a deep breath. 

“Can I ask you something” 

“I have a question”

You grinned as you both spoke in sync. 

After waiting for a beat, you spoke first. 

“Do you have any plans? My roommate is sick but she put a deposit down on dinner reservations and asked me if I wanted to take her reservation and bring someone. You don’t have to say yes! I’m sure she can find another two people to take her plans.” you said, rambling brought on by your nerves. 

“Yes yeah! Sure” Jim replied, pink blush returning to his face. 

“It’s at 6:30, I can pick you up around 6. If that works?” 

“It’s a date!” Jim agreed. 

You grinned, feeling the heat rise to your face. 

The elevator dinged to signal that the ground floor was reached. 

“Wait! What did you want to ask me?” temptation has gotten to you and you couldn't wait until your date to learn the question. 

“Oh, that. I forgot. Something about paper probably”.  Jim explained, even though he was going to ask you when you first entered the elevator. 

“If you remember, you’ll tell me, right?” on our date you silently added. 

“Absolutely.”  

You and Jim pushed open the office building doors. It was unspoken between you two, but if you left at the same time he would always walk you to your car. 

You pulled your car keys from your pocket, trying to drag the moment out. 

“Hey! I remember the question” Jim said. 

You turned around, so your back was resting on the driver's side door. Jim was closer than normal. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly. One of his hands moved to gently cup your face. 

Your face broke into a grin as you pressed your lips against his.

Instead of verbally answering, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down towards you until his lips met yours.

[dykedvonte]

Benny would be thrilled by Nick Valentine. Like I know the concept of synths and replacing people would initially shock him but I don’t think for long.

He’s not a technology guy by any means but he certainly appreciates it and understands what it can do. He’d be pro-synth and synths at people for purely pragmatic reason at first but seeing some noir detective would have him thinking of all the ways he could improve on his plan if he had that tech for Yes-Man.

If Yes-Man could pass as human he’d have no reason to hide him and could even have him buddy up with the rest of the Chairmen! Even if he’s found out and House wants him and especially synth Yes-Man out their is a loyalty to them that is only made stronger that Yes-Man looks like them now. It’s also such a complex thing for Yes-Man too now to struggle with “humanity” in a new context and his teacher tragic being Benny Fucking Gecko.

[vanfleeter]

Coffee Cup Apologies

Characters: Jake x Fem!reader Warnings: 18+. Angst. Anger. Language. Heated argument. Yelling. Alcohol consumption. Jealousy. Embarrassment. Tears. Apologies. Smut. Allusions to sex. Fluff. Kissing. Happiness. Author's Note: I probably missed some grammar mistakes, my apologies. Also if I missed something on the warnings list, please let me know so I can add it!

Valentines Masterlist

You hadn’t seen or spoken to Jake for a few weeks since the horrible goodbye a few weeks ago before the band departed for Europe. What was supposed to be a happy goodbye full of hugs ended with a sour argument over failed confessions. He tried to confess to you his feelings but instead jealousy overpowered when he saw you with another guy. A guy who you kept claiming was just a friend but he refused to believe you. So instead of an intimate, private moment that he hoped to have with you, it turned into a very public conversation.

“Where’s Y/N at?” Jake asks as he pours himself a drink. “I was really hoping to see her before we left.”

“I told you she’s coming,” Josh says as he pops the cork on another bottle of champagne. “She’s running late though. Got out of work later than she planned, but I promise you she’s coming.”

“When she does, can you let me know? I really want to talk to her.”

“Are you finally going to tell her?”

Jake nods his head, his cheeks flushing red and his chest running warm. “I know now wouldn’t be a great time, considering we’re leaving tomorrow for a month-long tour in Europe but I know it can’t wait.”

Josh smiles and lays his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you for finally doing it. You’ve been pining after her for nearly a year and if I’m being honest, it’s painful to watch.”

“Shut the fuck up..” Jake says as he playfully shoves Josh to the side. He chuckles and shakes his head. “There have been multiple instances where I’ve wanted to tell her but I couldn’t.. I chickened out every time.”

“Well tonight is not the night,” Josh says. “I believe you’ll be just fine. This isn’t like being on stage in front of thousands of people.. This is just Y/N.”

–

Thirty minutes drag by and Jake has downed four glasses of champagne. Normally this wouldn’t be affecting him but tonight he’s feeling it all. The nerves and the alcohol mixing in his bloodstream make him a little tipsy.

Josh appears again in the kitchen. “Y/N just got here.”

“Perfect..” Jake responds as he grabs another empty glass and fills it with champagne.

“But wait, Jake, you gotta know something before you go out-”

“Josh, please. I’ve been swimming in alcohol and my nervous system all night.” He says as he steps around Josh. “If I don’t do this now, I don’t think I ever will.”

“Yeah but Jake, she didn’t–” But Jake is already slipping out of the kitchen. “--come alone..” Josh sighs and finishes off his drink.

Maneuvering through the milling people in the hallway, he spots Y/N talking with Sam. But she isn’t alone. He stops midway through the hall, his shoulders dropping as he lowers the two drinks to his sides. She’s introducing a guy to Sam. He’s not close enough so he can’t hear but his eyesight works.

The mystery man she brought has his hand resting on her hip as he shakes Sam’s hand. Sam’s smile looks forced, almost as if he feels awkward.

Not as awkward as Jake though.

Already feeling stupid, Jake retreats back through the crowd and into the kitchen. He sets the glasses on the counter and leans against the granite top on the palms of his hands.

Did he wait too long?

Maybe he should’ve just done it sooner. Even if he did make a fool of himself.

He sure feels like one now.

Reaching across the counter, he swipes the bottle of whiskey and takes a long drink from it. His body tenses with the bottle still pressed to his lips when he hears her voice.

“Look I know I’m late, but don’t start the real party without me.”

He pulls the bottle away from his lips, unable to turn around to face her. She steps to the side to stand next to him and pulls the bottle from his hand.

“I’ve been looking for you.” She says as she takes a drink herself.

“Mmm, well you found me.” He takes the bottle back and takes another drink. “I see you brought someone with you.”

“Yeah! Mark!”

“Mark.. Yeah I know who he is..” He seethes. “Why’d you bring him?”

Her eyebrows pull together in confusion. “Umm.. Josh said to bring friends along and Mark and I were working late on a project so I invited him to come with me.. Are you okay with that?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Jake.. He’s just a friend.”

“Mmhmm, right.. Because friends put their hands on your hips..”

“Jake, what’s gotten into you?”

“Lots and lots of alcohol baby..” He says before taking another drink of the whiskey. “Better get back to your man, wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.”

“He is not my man, Jacob. I told you that he’s just a friend.”

“And like I said, friends don’t hold your hips like that.”

“You do.” She retorts as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Yeah well I’m different,” He says, jabbing his index finger into his chest.

“Oh so, he can’t touch me like that but you can? What gives you that right?”

“Because I’m in love with you!” He shouts, not knowing the music lulled in between songs.

He looks around, noticing that the whole fucking house just heard him confess his feelings for her. Josh steps out from the sea of people, his eyes glancing back and forth between him and Y/N.

“Oh no..” He mutters.

Jake sets the whiskey bottle on the counter top, his cheeks fully flushed. The heat of the embarrassment that he currently feels wells up in his eyes.

“Jake.. I..” She starts to say.

He steps away from the counter and straightens himself out. “I should go..” He starts to make his way through the crowd of people once more and throws on his shades.

“Jake, wait!” He hears calling behind him. She grabs hold of his arm. “Can we go somewhere in private to talk about this?”

“No..”

“Jake..”

“I said no..” He rips his arm out from her grip. “Just go back to Mark.. I’m sure his daddy’s money will be enough for you..”

“Jacob.. Stop it. You’re being rude.”

“Rude? Me?” He scoffs. “Says the woman who brought another man to my party!”

“For clarification, this party is for the band, not just you.”

“Well,” Jake scoffs again. “For clarification, the band is mine. Therefore this party is mine too! And he,” He jabs a finger in Mark’s direction. “can leave..”

“Jacob, knock it off.”

“No, I don’t fucking want him here! I want him out of my house!”

“Fine, but he leaves, so do I!”

“Fine with me,” Jake says as he swings his arms in the air. “Let him take you home so he can fuck you.”

Now it’s her turn to feel embarrassed. He sees the tears fill her eyes as she glances around at all the eyes still watching them as if this were a drama show.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve that,” She says in a low voice. “But you, Jacob, have stooped so fucking low.” She pushes back him and out the open front door with Mark hot on her heels.

Jake’s eyes land on Josh who only stares at him in disbelief. Turning in his heels, he storms upstairs and locks himself in his office.

–

You tried calling him before their plane left Nashville, bound for their layover in New York before the twelve or so hours flights to Paris. Anything to try to fix this thing–whatever it was that transpired the night before, but instead of answering your call, he ignored it and put his phone on airplane mode before shoving it into his bag.

Over the course of the next three weeks, you tried texting him at the hours you assumed he’d be awake, yet received no answer. Even your texts went unanswered.

You knew he was actively on his phone, seeing him posting random videos on his stories of Parisian architecture. Part of you was angry that he’d post videos, something he rarely does, instead of texting you back at the very least.

You wanted to work this out with him, regardless of what part of the world he was currently in.

—

Jake

—

He feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. Pulling it out of his pocket, he sees a text from Y/N. The fifth one this week. Once she’s texted him, it’s almost like clockwork and he knows exactly when she’ll pop up again.

Opening the text thread, he sees all of the messages she’s sent that he’s never responded to, including today’s text.

“Is that her again?” Josh whispers beside him as they stand in front of a painting. Jake nods his head and puts his phone away. “Why don’t you at least talk to her?”

“No..”

“And why not? Afraid your ego might get bruised?”

Jake rolls his eyes and pulls his sunglasses from where they hang on his shirt and he places them over his eyes. “I’m going outside..”

Stepping out into the fresh air, he looks around the area. He wants to talk to her but at the same time, he doesn’t. He knows saying that he’s sorry won’t be enough.

Walking around the little block, not straying too far from the others, he glances up at the buildings around him. He knows she’d love it here. So he pulls out his phone and takes a video of the building in front of him. He has no clue what it is but he finds the styling of it incredible and he knows she will too.

Posting it to his story with a song attached to it, one he knows she’ll recognize, he closes his phone and goes back to rejoin the others.

It wasn’t until a couple days after the band arrived back home in Nashville that he finally got off his high horse.

—

You were tucked inside a booth at your favorite coffee shop one weekday morning, sipping on the remaining bit of your coffee. The bells chimed indicating a new person’s arrival but you paid no mind to it while you flipped a page in your book.

A presence loomed over you a few minutes later. A single coffee cup is placed in front of you. You look at it and find the words ‘I’m sorry’ written on the side of it. Your heart sinks. Your eyes are unmoving, not willing to look up at the person who’s standing there.

Another cup is placed down in front of you. ‘I was a jerk’.

At least he admits it.

You force yourself to look up. Jake stands there, a solemn look on his face. For once he isn’t wearing his sunglasses indoors, so you can see how his eyes really look. Sorrowful and gloomy.

Putting your book down, you motion for him to sit down. He slides into the booth across from you with a third cup of coffee. You point to it, expecting him to have something written on it. He shakes his head as he gives you a half smile. He pulls the cup closer to him, keeping his fingers intertwined tightly around it.

“I really am sorry..” He finally speaks. “I should’ve controlled myself better than I did.. I embarrassed you…and myself..” He swallows before continuing. “I also understand after that whole incident that you don’t want to continue being friends, especially after how I treated you the last few weeks. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to be friends with myself either if I were in your shoes, so–”

“Jake,” You finally speak up, and cut him off. “I never want to stop being friends with you.” You say as you straighten up.

Jake solemnly shakes his head, his eyes casting down to the cup still being clutched within his hands. “I’m sorry.. I know I should’ve.. I just guess all of the jealousy clouded my own judgment that all I cared about was how I felt.”

“Jake.. Can we… Can we start over?” You say, casting your eyes down to the table top.

He reaches a hand over and places it on yours, giving it a light squeeze. “Of course we can..”

You lift your eyes and he gives you a soft smile. You return the smile and he chuckles.

“So what’s on that cup?” You ask, changing the subject back to the cup that he still clutches in his other hand.

“Oh uh..” He clears his throat. “It’s n-nothing..” He stammers as he pulls the cup closer to his chest.

You arch an eyebrow. You wave your hand in his direction for him to hand over the cup and he vigorously shakes his head.

“Jake..”

“Y/N..”

“What’d you write?”

“I said nothing..”

“Jacob..”

“Y/N..”

“Come on, Jake..” You laugh. “Is it bad?”

He shakes his head. “No..”

“Then let me see it. Please?” He chews on the inside of his cheek. Still he shakes his head and draws the cup closer to his chest. “Don’t make me guess.”

“Hmm, maybe I want you too.”

“Jacob..”

“Tell you what? We play a little game.” He says as he reaches for a napkin and the pen you were using to annotate inside your book. He draws out the hangman set up on the napkin with a certain number of dashes.

_ _ _   _   _ _ _ _   _ _ _   _ _   _   _ _ _ _?

You look up at him in confusion. “What?”

He arches an eyebrow and smirks. “Start guessing..”

“Is there an A?”

He puts on a thinking face before nodding his head and scribbling down the letters in the correct spots.

_a_   _   _a_ _   _ _ _   _ _   a   _a_ _?

“Oh this is going to take a while..” You sigh.

He chuckles and leans on the table. “Just keep guessing.”

A few more minutes pass and so far you’ve gotten a few words.

Can I  _a_ _   _ o _   on a  _ a_ _?

“Can I blank blank on a blank…” You mutter. “Can I fuck you on a table?”

Jake’s eyes grow wide and he smacks his palm to his face. “That is clearly an A,” He laughs. “Not a U. Also, ‘table’ has five words, not four.”

You giggle. “So clearly you’re asking me if you can do something..”

“Gee, we’re getting somewhere.”

“Is that fourth word supposed to be you?”

Jake nods his head and fills it in. “Keep going.”

You look over the sentence again and try to fill in the rest of the blanks.

Can I  _a_ _  you on a  _a_ _?

Then it pieces together in your head and you look up at him. “Can I see that?” You ask, reaching out for the pen. He hands it over and you write in the remaining letters.

Can I take you on a date?

You raise an eyebrow at him and he nods his head. “Mmm..” You hum as you jot three small dashes of your own and slide it back to him with the pen.

_ _ _ 

He smiles and fills in the blanks.

Yes

He looks at you for approval and you nod your head. He chuckles and reaches for the cup. Turning it around, he faces his writing to you. Your jaw falls open as you see three words written on the sleeve.

‘I love you’

Such a coy little man.

“You are so slick.” You say giggling.

“Well, I didn’t want to make it easy on you.” He says.

You lean across the table, just inches from his face. “I love you too.”

“Really?” He questions as his eyes flicker from your eyes down to your lips. “You do?”

You nod your head. “I do.”

You lean in a little further and brush your lips against his. “Someday though, you can fuck me on a table.” You whisper quietly so only he can hear you. You gently kiss him before sliding back down into the booth. His cheeks are flustered and he is fidgeting with the pen.

“Yeah.. Someday.”

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[ennoshitas-princess]

From No One to Someone

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem! Reader

If he is ooc I am sorry!! Please don't come after me

Warnings: umm Ushi-kun might be ooc. Nothing else comes to mind really

Synopsis: You and Ushi-kun have known each other since middle school but never interacted, until he was stuck on some of the problems on an assignment. Sharing lunches and walking together.

Word Count: 819

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Today, you were walking to class peacefully with your mind distracted by your crush, Wakatoshi Ushijima. You knew him since Junior high, but you never had the courage to go up to him and speak. He was handsome, tall, and built like a bodybuilder. You looked at yourself thinking you weren't made for him.

But you were so wrong.

Ushijima just made it to class, waiting for class to start. He looked up to see you walk in the classroom. And you made this boy very much turn a crimson red, but he always hid it from everyone. He thought you were smart, sweet, beautiful, and just a perfect doll. He wanted to approach you, but he thought you might be terrified by him.

But he was so wrong.

That day, the teacher assigned an assignment that was very hard. You, being an excellent student, managed to get all of it with ease.Ushijima was sort of confused. At this point he was getting a bit irritated. He looked to see that you got up and turned it in with the teacher. He was always the first one to finish, no matter the subject. He felt his blood boil of fury. Why did y/n turn this assignment before him? She couldn't have gotten it better than him. He paid attention in class and never got distracted, while you would at times fall asleep or doze off in class.

“Do you need help?” You offered.

You realized how he furrowed his brows. How he looked stressed. Sure he had that face always, but you read him perfectly. You didn't want him to struggle at all and decided to approach him to help. To your question, you only received a nod from the powerful ace. You sat down next to him and began explaining it all to him. He nodded and did it with ease then.

“You are a good teacher.” Was all he said to you.

You looked at him. You weren't expecting a word from him at all. Did he really think that? Was he only being nice? “Do you really think that Ushijima-kun?”

He nodded in reply. Oh how good it felt to him when you called him Ushijima-kun. He wants to keep talking with you. And maybe go out sometime. Of course when he didn't have volleyball practice. It was his passion.

“Thank you Ushijima-kun.” You turned your head away so he didn't see your face tint a tiny hue.

He gave you one of those rare smiles of his and went back to having that stoic face. You have never experienced such a thing. It was like a special thing only for you. You will now cherish it in your heart forever.

The next day, you and Ushijima are having lunch together. You packed (favorite food) and he packed some rice and curry. You gave him some to see what he thought about it. He grabbed it with the chopsticks and plopped it into his mouth. It was very delicious! He has never eaten such food in his life. “So you like it?”

“Yes!” His face turned as red as Tendou’s hair.

He wants to keep eating it with no stop. He grabbed some more and ate it. You giggle at his shining eyes. He blushed ever more profoundly. He wasn't expecting you to giggle at his antics. “Sorry.” He looked down in embarrassment.

“Oh it's okay. Here grab more if you want some.” You pushed the bento box toward him.

He started to eat more of the scrumptious food from the box of yours. He munched it and he stretched it out to you. “Here l/n-san, you can have some of mine.”

“Oh, thanks Ushijima-kun!” You exclaimed.

Days have passed by and you and Ushijima decide to walk to school together. You look around you to see that everything seems sweet and calm. How could you ever tell Ushijima you love him? Does he feel the same towards you?

You start at the ground and see beautiful flowers on the grass. Ushijima looks at you to see how beautiful you look. How could he tell you how much he adored your smile? How could he ever say all the things he thought?

Ushijima came out of his train of thoughts and he picked a flower. He placed it behind your ear. “I don't know how to explain this l/n-san. I don't truly know how to explain feelings. I feel as if I find it hard to breathe with you around and I-”

You interrupted him with a soft, delicate kiss on his lips. His eyes widened in shock. He wasn't expecting this, but he let it go and he closed his eyes and kissed you softly back. You both separated and were blushing like crazy. “I feel the same Ushijima-kun!” You smiled.

And that was the last time you called him Ushijima-kun.

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[sunspearesque]

Nectar

Summary: by the Old Gods and the New, there exists no greater solace than the taste of one's lover following a wearisome day.

A/N: happy happy love day lovergals, boys, gays, and theys :D this is the first smutty smut i’m sharing with you as a treat for v-day and i’m so excited for y’all to read it :3 the idea for this smut dawned on me at work and lingered in my mind like a nagging ghost for a whole damned week ‘til i finally wrote it down lol !!! big thank u to my bestie @palioom for beta-ing <3

Pairing: Oberyn Martell × OFC from WoV

Rating: E (18+ only)

Content: established relationship (marriage); needy!Oberyn; food imitating blood; Wet and Wanting™️; teasing; vaginal fingering; finger sucking; i’m obsessed with his hands and so is she; size kink if you squint; pet names; this man loves to bite, smh; cum eating; a hint of soft!Oberyn

WC: 2.3K

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As night descended upon Dorne, the warmth of the day waned, yielding to the crisp coolness of the evening. Over the past few moons, Oberyn had established a new ritual, one that brought him solace.

Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he retreated to the balcony of their bedchamber, embracing it as a sanctuary. There, he would lounge upon a sumptuous, crimson velvet seat, his eyes fixed upon the vast expanse of the sea unfolding before him—a serene realm of water that seemed to murmur long-held secrets of bygone eras.

This balcony, the largest in the castle, served as a haven of intimacy for Oberyn and Nala. At its center, the aforementioned seat beckoned like a welcoming embrace, bearing witness to the couple's cherished moments. Every night, the chair cradled their forms, offering respite from the day's pressures, while an adjacent table held their favored fruits and wine, a testament to their shared evenings of leisure.

As the hours passed and the weight of council meetings bore down on Oberyn, he would return to their bedchamber, seeking the comfort of her company. There, he would find her already ensconced in the plush chair, her demeanor one of patient anticipation. She was a vision of allure, her raven tresses undulating and cascading down her back as she wore a black chiffon robe. Its fabric was transparent enough to reveal the contours of her body, teasing at the hardened peaks of her breasts and the curve of her ass beneath. Loosely tied at her waist, the robe boasted an open front, offering a drawing view of her cleavage, while its long, wide sleeves added an air of elegance to her form.

As Oberyn drew nearer to the balcony, the lilting melody of her humming reached his ears, and a warm smile crept across his face. There she sat, perched at the edge of the chair, engrossed in the simple task of peeling a pomegranate. The fruit's juices dripped from her hands onto a nearby plate, mirroring the vivid hue of blood beneath the moon's light.

She turned to face him as his presence enveloped the balcony, her eyes alight with warmth and affection. "Greetings," she whispered, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she continued to peel the fruit. His smile mirrored hers, crinkling the corners of his eyes in a display of genuine fondness.

"Greetings, my love," he responded in kind, as he lingered against the balcony wall.

“How did your meetings fare?" she inquired, her attention momentarily on the fruit she was deftly peeling.

"Dull," he admitted with a light chuckle. "I've missed you."

She glanced up at him with a teasing pout, her dark eyes softened. "Oh, my dear husband, ever so eager," she pitied playfully, inclining her head to beckon him closer. "Join me."

With a graceful and somewhat devilish smirk, he accepted her invitation, moving silently to sit behind her. He draped his legs on either side of her, encircling her waist with his arms as he rested his chin on her shoulder, their eyes focused on the fruit she continued to peel.

His lips graced her neck with slow, tender kisses. "I've missed your smell, my sweet girl," he murmured between each caress.

Nala chuckled softly at his words, a warm sensation of desire stirring within her. "I love it when you get this eager for me."

"I'm always this eager for you," he confessed, his breath sending shivers down her spine. His lips found her earlobe, and he sucked gently, coaxing a soft moan from her parted lips.

Her hands still held the pomegranate, its juices slowly staining her fingers. He took her right hand in his, his grip encompassing hers as he lifted it to his face. "I’ve never craved blood as much as I crave it now on your fingers," he confessed. He took her thumb into his mouth, sucking the sweet pomegranate juice clean from her digit. He repeated the sensuous act for each of her fingers on her right hand before moving on to her left. Nala's thighs squeezed together involuntarily as she felt the teasing warmth of his tongue on her fingers, a primal ache building between her thighs. He noticed that, and a quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

Relishing in the intoxicating closeness they shared, he shifted to rest his back against the plush chair. Spreading his legs, he created a welcoming space for her. She moved with grace and settled between his legs, her back pressed to his firm chest. She let out a contented hum, reveling in the sensation of his warm embrace.

His wandering hand traced a path down the light fabric of her robe, slipping beneath the material to cup the tender swell of her breast. He squeezed it gently at first, eliciting a soft gasp from her, before his calloused fingers danced over her hardened nipple.

"Oberyn..." Her voice quivered with pleasure as she closed her eyes, savoring the delicious sensation of his touch, a craving that had consumed her throughout the day.

His voice, laced with desire, broke through the silence of the night. "Why are you wearing this robe?" he asked, hoarsely. He squeezed her breast a bit harder, urging her to answer.

"For you, my love," she breathed, her voice now shaky. "I’m aware it's your favored one."

A deep groan escaped him as he lowered himself down, his strong fingers turning her face to meet his. Their lips crashed together in a passionate, fervent kiss. Oberyn's tongue delved into her mouth, savoring the mingling flavors of wine and pomegranate.

"You wore it for me, my love?" he murmured against her lips, the intensity of his kiss unwavering. "Do you long for me to stretch this sweet little cunt of yours?"

Her moans were muffled as he continued to kiss her with unbridled ardor.

He reluctantly parted from her, allowing her to catch her breath. "Please, my prince," she whined, her lips now blushed and swollen from his relentless ministrations.

"Who's eager now?" he teased, a devilish smile playing on his lips. His hand began to creep down the fabric of her robe, and her thighs instinctively parted, welcoming his touch.

Beneath the fabric, her skin felt warm and inviting, quivering as his rough, calloused fingers delicately traced her inner thighs. He sought to drown in her essence, to immerse himself in her body and her very being.

"My love..." she whispered, her fingers extending to circle his wrist and guide his hand to the heated core between her thighs. He cupped her mound with his right hand, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through her.

Leaning slightly toward her, he brought his lips closer to her neck, which she had willingly tilted back to rest upon his shoulder, offering him greater access. He rewarded her obedience with gentle bites to her neck, a quiet hum escaping his lips. He followed with open-mouthed kisses, tracing a path over the reddened bite marks with slow, deliberate sensuality.

She writhed between his legs, his towering presence engulfing her in his embrace. His shoulders, broad and formidable like a fortress, held her securely from behind, anchoring her in place. His hands, enormous and veined. His veins seemed to grow even more pronounced when he was impassioned or fervent—an occurrence not so infrequent. Yet, even amidst the intensity, his fingers, though calloused from years of training and combat, possessed a gentle touch as if she were a precious gem, and indeed, she was his most cherished gem.

His voice, normally hoarse and commanding as befitting a prince, now softened into a gentle coo reserved only for her. His sharp, dagger-like gaze, which could pierce through steel, melted into a tender look whenever he directed it at her. This shift in his demeanor and temperament had the power to dissolve her resistance, causing her to surrender the control she had always been hesitant to yield to anyone, not even to herself, until she met him.

He smelled like home, like the earth, or burnt wood or warm amber; that enveloped her like a comforting embrace. His scent permeated everything around her—their shared bed, their wardrobe, and the very air their child breathed. His scent was a reassuring familiarity, and the familiar was always a welcome comfort. She adored the moments when she started to smell like him whenever he was through with her, smelling like his skin, his sweat, and his cum; a fragrant reminder of his presence that stubbornly marked her mind, her heart, her skin, and her cunt.

His touch grew firmer on her mound, coaxing a moan from her as he felt her thighs quiver between his legs. Wetness pooled on his palm, a testament to her desire surging with each passing moment. His voice, low and sultry, brushed against her ear like a warm breeze, sending shivers down her spine. "She's weeping, my love," he whispered, his breath hot against her shell, "Open your eyes, Nala, look at her." With a subtle lift of his hand, he showcased his glistening palm, soaked in her slick, illuminated by the pale moonlight. She obeyed, her eyes fluttering open for a fleeting second before lazily turning her gaze towards his ear nestled behind her. "That's what your love does to her," she whispered, "She's aching, my prince." Her words dissolved into a whine that elicited a guttural groan from him. His grip on her jaw tightened, his fingers wrapping around the back of her neck, as he claimed her lips once more, kissing her with a consuming hunger that devoured her moans and left her panting when he finally released her.

His hand continued its sensual caress back on her cunt, tracing the contours of her wet folds with serpentine grace, massaging every ridge of her sex. His fingers moved with purpose, gliding up and down, feeling her clench around nothing each time he hovered dangerously close to her entrance. Veering away from her sensitive clit, a deliberate tease that left her trembling and yearning for more. Tears welled in her eyes as the unbearable ache intensified, her face nuzzling into the comforting crook of his neck as she stifled pathetic whines, murmuring pleas that spilled like a desperate prayer.

"Oh, I know, my sweet girl," he cooed, his lips brushing tenderly against her temple. His fingers continued to work their magic, gently parting her soaked folds, feeling the pool of wetness growing obscenely larger. His voice, muffled by the curtain of her hair, reached her ears as he asked, "What do you want, Nala? Speak to me."

"The teasing, my prince… It pains me," she whimpered.

He pressed a single finger against her hungry hole, a featherlight motion that allowed him to feel the eager embrace of her cunt, drawing him in deeper and deeper. Adding a second finger, he relished in the sound of her gasps and felt the grip of her fingers on his trousers, her nails digging into his thighs with a delightful sting. Her hands marked him as hers, forever claimed by her touch.

"Obery—" her voice began, but it was swiftly overtaken by a strained moan as his thumb finally found her throbbing clit.

Finally, finally, by the Seven, Oberyn.

Her eyes squeezed shut again, and her lips parted as she threw her head back onto his shoulder, her body instinctively spreading her thighs wider, a silent plea for more, an insatiable need that begged to be sated.

His thumb began to draw slow, lazy circles on her clit, all the while continuing his gentle pumping of his digits into her, starting to hear the sultry squelch of her slick.

"I will never tire of hearing your sweet moans when I stretch you," he breathed into her ear. "Do you find pleasure when I stretch you, hm? When I fill you up with my hands, my cock, and my seed?" he purred the question, his skilled ministrations unabating.

Her response was a chorus of "Yes, yes, yes," echoing in her mind and heart, the words unspoken but fervently felt.

He brought his other hand up toward her face, and she eagerly took his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it with a moan. Her lips created a seductive rhythm that mirrored the movements of his fingers between her thighs. Her body tightened around his intruding digits, a sign that her orgasm was approaching. He quickened his pace, adding a third finger and intensifying the circle he traced around her clit, driving her closer to ecstasy with every movement.

"Give it to me, princess," he growled through clenched teeth, the urgency in his voice matching the pace of his fingers. "Give your prince your sweet cum. I want it, I want to taste it, to drink it… Make me drunk on you."

Her grip on his thighs tightened to the brink of pain, and she began to tremble uncontrollably between his legs. Her release washed over her in waves as she came, crying out his name over and over again.

Withdrawing his hand from her throbbing cunt, he bent her forward, away from his chest, until she rested on her stomach, her hips raised and her lush ass presented invitingly to him. From behind, he eagerly lapped up every drop of her cum, his tongue caressing her soaked folds and trailing sensually to her tight, puckered ring of muscles. He drank greedily, savoring the taste of her release as she mumbled incoherently beneath him.

He pulled her back into his chest and turned her within his lap, pressing her chest against his, his rough hand tenderly cradling the back of her head as he peppered her cheeks and temples with sweet kisses. She melted limply in his arms, and he whispered, "I will always be eager for you," as she hummed contentedly against him.

[seenoversundown]

Saccharine

Daniel x Fem OC

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (m receiving) penetrative sex, teasing, use of 'daddy' / daddy kink, Fluff and other cute things as well.

Word Count: 4.4k (4444 to be exact 🤭)

Author's Note: Couldn't get this idea out of my brain after I made that Valentine's Day post! Just thought it would be a little too cute.

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Saccharine (adjective): 1. excessively sweet or sentimental.

Daniel POV

“Please, Daniel, just tell me where we’re going.” She huffs as she crosses her arms. “You know how I do with surprises.” 

“We both know that’s a lie, Melody. We’re almost there anyways.” I laugh as I squeeze her thigh. 

It doesn’t take us long before we’re pulling into her surprise. I catch her constantly looking up recipes and watching videos of bakers online. I’m so excited that I’ve nailed this Valentine’s Day date that it feels like I’m having heart palpitations when I reach Melody's door. I can’t wait to see my girl’s face when she figures out what we’re doing. 

“Are you okay?” I snap back to reality quickly to her looking at me with a concerned look. I can’t help but laugh and press a quick kiss to her forehead before holding out my hand to help her out of the car. 

“Just excited for our date, Ducky.” 

“I’d be more excited if you’d tell me what we’re doing.” The sentence comes out through her gritted teeth. 

“Haven’t you learned just to trust me?” I open the door and place my hand on the small of her back to guide her through. As soon as the sweet, sweet smell of baked goods hits our noses, she halts to a complete stop. “Something wrong?” 

“Are we where I think we are?” Her hazel eyes light up in anticipation as she pulls my hand. 

“You’ll just have to see.” I pop my shoulders but can’t help the smile that starts to appear on my face. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late.” 

We continued down a long brick hallway until we reached a door with delicate cursive on the glass. I watch Melody’s high ponytail of curls tilt to the side as she starts to piece together where we are. I let my eyes travel down my girl. Her soft red dress hit mid-thigh, and as soon as she came out of the bedroom this morning, I had to fight the urge to tell her we were staying home. Paired with her green denim jacket and short Doc Martens, my dream girl looks every bit of the dream that she is. She turns and catches me checking her out; I don’t make any attempt to hide it. 

“Mr. Wagner. This is no place to check out my ass when there are sweets on the other side of this door. Rosemary’s Confectionery? Seriously?” Melody’s arms wrap around my waist and squeeze tight; an involuntary groan escapes my lips as I wrap mine around her shoulders. “Her cinnamon rolls are my favorite. I’ve been trying to figure out the recipe for years. Daniel.” 

I simply stick two fingers under her chin and press my lips to hers, enjoying her speechless moment. I turn her back to face the door, reaching around her to knock on the door. It doesn’t take long for a small older woman to answer the door. 

“Mrs. Lennox, thank you for taking the time today-“ I begin before she quickly cuts me off with a wave. 

“I told you on the phone, Daniel, call me Rosemary. I insist.” I watch her smile at my girl. “You, my beautiful dear, must be Melody. I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Daniel. I hope you don’t mind me saying I’m quite excited for this afternoon; it’s been some time since I’ve taught a class. I hope I’m not too rusty.” 

“Thank you for having us today, Rosemary.” I watch as Melody takes Rosemary’s hands in hers. The women have a quiet moment before Melody continues. “You make some of mine and our daughter’s favorite sweets. I’m excited for this afternoon, too; anything you teach us will be perfect.” 

Our daughter.  My heart stops every time I hear that phrase used regarding her ours. 

“Then there’s no time to waste, sweetheart!” Rosemary takes Melody by the hand, leading her further inside her studio. “Tell me more about your girl.”

This room is more significant than I thought, with its brick walls and tall windows, but Rosemary looks right at home. She walks over to a wall lined with different-sized aprons and finds my girl a soft green one that matches her outfit. I watch her excitedly throw it over her head, quick to get her curls out from under the neck strap. It wasn’t long before I saw Melody walking back towards me with a darker green apron. 

“Matches your eyes.” She says as she pops up on her toes to kiss me on the chin. I wasted no time swinging it over my head and turning to let her tie it for me. Once fully secured, I turn back to reach my hand to Mel’s cheek and place a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“Well, aren’t you two just perfection.” Rosemary's voice almost startled me, forgetting where we were momentarily. 

“It’s all my girl, Rosemary. I’m just lucky enough to be here.” I wink at Rosemary, but my eyes never leave my girl. 

“Let’s get started. We can talk while the dough proofs.” 

I thought this would be me sitting back, watching Melody and Rosemary buzz around her kitchen, but it didn’t take long for me to realize I was wrong. Very, very wrong. 

“Daniel, make sure all of those raspberries are smushed to bits. We need them to be very spreadable, dear.” Rosemary calls out from where she and Melody have been working on our dough. She didn’t even turn to look at me to know I had slowly stopped, distracted by a particular someone’s round ass and short dress. I try to focus back on the half-smashed berries before me, curious how a dessert cinnamon roll would even work. Is it even called a cinnamon roll if there’s no cinnamon inside? 

“Hey, Rosemary,” I call out, watching both women turn to me. Instantly, I regret what I’m about to say and feel stupid, but I can’t help it now. “Do you still call the raspberry cinnamon roll a cinnamon roll?” As I finished my question, my head naturally lolled to the side, and Melody’s laugh rang out through the air.

“No, dear, I don’t call them cinnamon rolls. I lovingly refer to them as raspberry rolls since they have raspberries.” My cheeks get hot as Rosemary finishes her explanation, seemingly taking extra time to really dumb it down for me. 

“That definitely makes sense.” My hand goes to my head as I involuntarily pull at my hair. 

“Any other questions, Daniel?” Melody’s tone is sarcastic and teasing; I expect nothing less. Since I’m already on a roll, I continue. 

“If I have your undivided attention. Are cinnamon rolls technically considered a dessert? If so, why do we eat them at breakfast?” 

Melody turns her entire body to Rosemary. “This is why he’s good with Iris. They ask the same questions.” Her sentence ends with a laugh. “I promise we can trust him with knives; we’ve already been over that safety course.” They both laugh at that and turn back to the dough, ignoring my questions. Fair.

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The small workspace is filled with the smell of warm, fruity baked goods. I lean against the freshly cleaned counter as I watch Melody separate and place our warm delicacies into individual boxes, complete with an entire container of that delicious icing. 

“Thank you for today, Rosemary. It was truly a pleasure to spend time and learn from you.” The small woman leans in for a hug, which I eagerly return. “We’ll definitely be making these until the end of time.” 

“I promise I’ll bring Iris by so you can meet her. She’d love it here.” I watch as Melody goes in for her hug with Rosemary. The embrace is tender, so tender I find my throat getting tight that I have to look away. “Ready to get going, Daniel? I’m excited to show our girl what we made today.” 

“Absolutely.” I grab her waist and bring her to me to kiss her forehead before grabbing our boxes of edible treasure. “Thank you again, Rosemary. Seriously.” 

“The pleasure was mine. You two remind me of the love I shared with my Arnold. Please come by anytime. Melody, I’ll be expecting you and Iris soon. You have my number. Drive safe out there.” She grabs Melody’s hand a final time before letting us head out. 

The cold February air is brutal once we eventually hit the outdoors. I watch as Melody shivers, takes her scarf, and pulls it up past her nose, leaving only her hazel eyes visible. 

“Fuck, why do we live where it hurts my face? I miss the sun.” 

“We live here because we wouldn’t last a day where there are bugs bigger than your hand.” 

“Right, how do Australians even survive? Absolutely not.” I can’t help but laugh at her as I find my keys in my pocket and hit the automatic starter to my car. I made Sam help me install my automatic starter shortly after Melody moved in. With the precious cargo I have these days, I can’t afford to wait for my car to warm up or my girls to be cold. Once Melody spots the headlights on our car, she starts to run. 

“Sweet, sweet warmth!” She screams as she barrels towards our car. I’ve already learned that I should unlock the car on winter days. She doesn’t wait for me to open her door when that’s all that separates her from regulating her body temperature. Once I reach the car, I place the baked goods next to Iris’s car seat, which has permanent residence in the backseat. 

“Way to leave me in the snow,” I say as I settle into the driver's seat, shoving my hands in front of the heaters to try and warm my icicle fingers. 

“Sorry, baby. You know how it goes.” I look over to her and see she’s already removed her scarf. “I’m also excited to get home and have our treats.”

“How do you even have room for more? I watched you try one of each, and you wouldn’t share.”

“One, how dare you judge me. And two, do you see this figure?” Her hands fan down her body. “Strictly run on baked goods. I was doomed when you brought us to Rosemary’s, and you knew that.” 

“You never cease to amaze me.” 

“That’s much better.” Her laugh, my favorite noise, fills the car. I reach over to place my hand on her cheek and bring her lips to mine. Her hands quickly find the sides of my jacket, trying to pull me closer over the center console. I nip once, twice on her bottom lip before running my tongue along it, just to be met by hers. We make out for a minute or two in the front seat before she pulls away. “Thank you for today, Daniel. I had a lot of fun.” 

“Who says it’s over?” I let my grin take over my face as I watched the gears in her brain turn. “Buckle up, Ducky. We have plans.” I take the stunned silence as my opportunity to start driving. It isn’t until we hit the highway that Melody finally says something.

“Where are we going?”

“Classified.” I see her cross her arms out of the corner of my eye.

“Where’s Iris?” Melody’s head is fully turned to face me, one eyebrow raised. 

“Sleepover with Gramps, complete with her new doll.” 

“How did you get a secret from my dad?” 

“Easy; no grandparent says no to a night with their favorite grandkid.” I also brought him cinnamon rolls from Rosemary’s last week. I also ensured he had all our streaming logins but omitted those facts. I glance over to her, who still has a skeptical look. “Just relax, baby. I got this.” 

Like our daughter, Melody has a wild ability to fall asleep in any moving car. We made it about half an hour before it got a little too quiet, and that’s when I realized. I trace small circles on her open skin where my hand rests on her thigh as I drive us through wooded backroads. The GPS on my phone says we are about ten minutes from our destination, and I hope I don’t miss it. The sun is starting to set, and if I miss this driveway, I’ll have to double back in the dark, and I just want this drive to be over. Thankfully, the driveway is so well-marked I have no issue just pulling right into our overnight getaway. 

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A small, modern black cabin sits in a wooded clearing softly lit by the setting sun. Melody has been sending me these Instagram posts from this company that has these across the country, and I just knew it would be perfect for tonight. I softly grip her leg and shake it lightly, helping her wake up. Her hands fly up to her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. She blinks several times and looks around until her eyes set on the cabin. 

“Daniel is this-”

“There’s only one way to find out, Melody.”  She grins at me, her wild, happy grin, and I can’t help but return it. “Our bag’s in the trunk. The code should be our anniversary. Unlock the door for us, and I’ll meet you inside?” 

She’s out of the car and racing to the front door before I can say anything else. I laugh, grab our bag and goodies, and race inside after her. When I make my way in, I see Melody taking off her jacket while taking in the cabin. 

The slender cabin is covered in rich woods and white linens, and near the front door is a small kitchen area perfect for warming our cinnamon rolls later on. The bed on the opposite end of the cabin is a king-sized behemoth in front of an equally behemoth-sized window. That window, I assumed would be a problem, but we’re the only cabin around for miles. Standing in the middle of the room, she looks angelic, glancing at every little thing. 

“Is it good?” I ask her as I set down our things and remove my jacket. 

“I can’t believe you did this.” She says as she makes her way to me. Her arms snake around my waist and pull me close. I place my hands on her jaw. “It’s more than good, thank  you.” I bring her lips to mine, eager to taste her. 

My girl must feel the same way because the moment our lips connect, her hands tighten on my sweater. I tilt her jaw up for better access and slowly let my hand trail down her neck. A delicious moan sneaks past her lips that I want to devour. My hand softly settles at the base of her neck as the other makes its way to her ass. The way the fabric of her dress is, it slides in my hands giving me easy access to direct skin. I sink my fingers in, which grants me another moan from her. 

Moving my lips to her ear, I say, “I love this fucking dress.” A soft nip to her ear. “Did you wear it to drive me crazy today?”

“Yes,” she rushes out as her head bobs. “I knew it would work.” My confident fucking girl. 

I softly push her back onto the bed and greet the tip of her dress with my fingers. I kiss her inner thighs as I slowly move my hands up, taking the hem of her dress with them. When I finally expose her, a devilish grin becomes plastered. 

“You truly are some sort of witch, baby.” I can’t take my eyes off of her soft pink lace thong. The way it makes her skin look more rich is making me salivate. 

“Keep unwrapping your present, Daniel.” Melody’s voice is dark and low, contrasting what she usually sounds like. I’m obsessed with the fact that only I get to witness this side of her. I keep sliding her dress up until it’s over her head. She lays before me in a matching pink set, looking fucking delectable. Her dark curls fan around her as her hazel eyes watch me take her in. 

“I am one lucky man.” I say as I tear my dark blue sweater over my head. My hands fall to my belt buckle and start to unfasten it, and I watch her eyes drop down. “I have an idea, hold on baby.” I turn away from her towards the other end of the cabin, where the kitchen area starts. 

“You’re going to make me wait and go to the kitchen? Do you remember the last time you were alone in a kitchen?” My head whips back towards Melody’s direction, where she’s now sitting up and watching me with a smirk on her face. 

“I’m fine in the kitchen, thank you.”

“And that’s why we aren’t in charge of holiday dinners anymore?” 

“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it tonight.” With the icing container in my hand, I race over to where she sits, and her squeals fill the air. Quickly, I place the container on the bedside table as I approach my girl. “You think you can bring up the Great Holiday Disaster at a time like this?” I get onto my knees in front of her. I let my breath hit right between her thighs and watched her pelvis jerk up, trying to get any form of reciprocation from me. “You know that’s a sensitive subject.” I kiss the very top of her pelvis over her underwear and pull away to stand over her. 

Melody whines in protest, “Baby, please. I need you.” 

“Should’ve thought about that before you let your attitude run wild. There will be consequences, baby.” I watch her eyes dart to my side, then back to me with a mischievous glint; whatever she’s about to do can’t be good.

“I think I know how to make it up to you, Daddy.” She’s on all fours now, crawling towards me. I fight the urge to let my eyes roll back and growl. She knows exactly what she’s up to. It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees on the bed before me, fiddling with the sides of my belt buckle. 

“Melody,” my voice is low in warning. My girl, however, is unphased. She looks up at me through her long dark lashes that I swear make her eyes look more green than hazel from this angle, and I groan. “You’re treading dangerous waters now.” 

“Am I?” She says as she fully undoes my belt and moves to the button of my pants. My erection is pressing so tightly against the zipper on my jeans that there’s no way she doesn’t notice it. Like she can read my mind, she undoes the button and lets her thumb lightly graze the top of the head of my penis. 

“Fuck me,” is all I can say as I start to gather her curls wanting to see her face. She presses a kiss right above where my boxer briefs meet my skin, and I swear I feel myself set on fire. 

“I plan to,” she quickly quips back. “Lay down, baby. Let me make it up to you.” Her voice is angelic and soft. I can’t help but follow her instructions. I crawl up towards the head of the bed and sit like a king as I watch her walk around the small space. I’m enjoying the view of her perky ass and the way her back flexes as she puts her curls into a high ponytail when she turns with the icing container in hand. Melody makes her way back to me with a devilish look. I just get harder thinking about what she might do. 

“Take your pants off for me, Daniel.” I quickly oblige, fumbling over the zipper and pulling them off. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since we made the icing earlier.” She kneels between my legs. “Can you take off your undershirt for me, Daddy?” I swear I start to become incoherent as I listen to her and jerk off my shirt, too eager to see what’s coming next.  

Melody bends down and presses a kiss on the band of my boxer briefs, and as I’m about to protest the tease, her tan manicured finger curls around the top of the band and starts to pull down. Her eyes stay on my face the entire time she pulls them down my legs, flitting only to my now-free erection. She takes the top of the icing container off and hovers over my chest. 

“I’m ready for my dessert,” she says as she starts to slowly pour the runny icing down the center of my chest, leading to my aching cock. She’s focused as she makes her icing trail, her eyes getting darker as she reaches my erection. I jump slightly when the cool icing touches me, but Melody leaves her other hand on me as a comforting touch of warmth. When she does reach my erection, she carefully pours it right on the head so it drips down all sides of me. 

“You look fucking delicious.” Melody’s lips attach to my chest first, and I moan. Her warm tongue laps up the icing while playing with my nipple. She nips at it once before giving the other equal attention. I watch her as she moves right above my belly button and lays her tongue flat on me, licking the rest of the icing off my chest in one long, languid stroke. “You are fucking delicious. God, Daniel.” 

She wraps her beautiful dark lips around the head of my cock and licks lightly. My hips buck at the feeling of her, always so perfect. It doesn’t take her long before she’s taking me down the back of her throat, lightly moaning as she works me. 

“Melody, baby,” my voice is harsh as I pull up on her curls. “I don’t wanna come in your mouth; I wanna come in you.” I barely even finish my sentence before my girl climbs on top of me and peels off her own underwear. She places her slit directly on my cock and slowly slides up and down, lubricating me in her wetness. 

“This doesn’t feel like a punishment,” Melody says as she lines herself up with the head of my cock. She teases both of us, bobbing so only my head goes in to pull it back out. I grab her hips and slam her down to the hilt. Her moan rings out. “Baby, yes.” My hands move her hips so she’s lightly grinding against me. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“Your pussy was made only for me,” I say as my hands travel up her body. My fingers graze right under her breasts, the pretty pink lace a stark contrast to her dark nipples, making them look more enticing. 

“I need more, Daniel. Please.”  With that, I flip us over so she’s under me. Taking her left leg, I pull it up towards her chest, giving me better access. 

“Show me how you touch yourself, Melody.” Her hand goes straight to her clit in quick circles while she watches me thrust into her. It doesn’t take long before I start to feel her walls begin to flutter around my cock. “You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?”

“Yes, God, Daniel, pleaseyes,” her moans become more incoherent as my thrusts become sloppy. 

“Come for me; show me how pretty you are when you come.” I slide my free hand up to her neck, lightly squeeze, and feel my girl come undone. I’m right behind her as I thrust once, twice, before my vision starts to black out, and I am still inside of her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I collapse on top of her with my cock still inside and nuzzle into her neck. I feel her koala-like grip around my body as she does the same. We stayed like that for a few moments before I separated myself. I quickly go to the bathroom, take care of myself, and grab a warm washcloth for her, but before I can even turn around, I feel a hand snake around my waist. 

“You should’ve waited in bed, Mel. I was coming back to you.” Her grip only gets tighter from behind.

“Sleepy, want to shower.” She murmurs into my skin. I can’t help but laugh at my girl, turning to face her. In front of me, in all of her naked glory, stands Melody. I take her face and kiss her forehead; her hazel eyes are tired but happy. 

“Okay, how about a bath instead? I don’t think you could stand a shower, love.” 

A happy hum is the only response I get as I watch her eyes close. 

“Sit on the counter for me, I’ll start it for us.” 

I keep my hands on her hips and help her as she hops onto the counter. I feel her eyes on me as I wander around this foreign bathroom. What she doesn’t know, however, is that I already stashed a small bag of our toiletries, including her fancy bath supplies. I watch her eyes light up as she spots the Lush bag in my hand.

“I thought you refused to go into that store alone.”

“Who says I went alone? I might have had a little helper with me. She picked the bath bomb for tonight, too, so you better like it.” 

“Which one did she get?” I say nothing as I hand her the covered bath bomb; she’ll know which one it is as soon as she sees it. Her laugh is loud, almost startling. “You let her get us Sex Bomb? Daniel.”

“What? We have another year until she can read, and she liked the smell.”

“I hate to break this to you, but our girl can definitely read a little. She’s already halfway through kindergarten.” 

“Fuck.” I watch Melody throw it in the tub, then reach out her hands for me. 

“I love the bath bomb, thank you.” 

“That’s why you can’t say it without laughing.”

“Exactly.” 

I turn off the tub, check the temperature, and then pull Melody off the counter. I get into the bath first, position myself at the back, and then hold up my hand to help my girl inside. She easily nestles herself up against me, a perfect puzzle piece. Everything about today, my life, is ideal, and it’s all because of the girl in my arms. 

“Hey, Melody?”

“Yeah, Baby?”

“I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day” 

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[bardic-tales]

Title: Healing

Pairing: Bianca Moore (f!OC) / Sephiroth

Other Characters: Vincent Valentine

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 944

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: Redemption!AU.

Warnings: Abuse, body horror, child abuse, clinical detachment, control and manipulation, dehumanization, emotional trauma, experimentation, forced drugging, graphic descriptions of medical procedures, isolation, needles, psychological torture, restraint, shock collars, threats of forced breeding, trauma bonding.

Summary: Sephiroth and Bianca share memories of their traumatic past under Hojo’s experimentation, finding solace and strength in each other’s presence as they begin to heal, as Vincent Valentine serves as a guide.

Squared Filled: Healing

Created for: Sephiroth Week which is hosted by the lovely people over at @week-of-silver-winds

Author’s Note: As always, please read over my warnings, since I list the general themes, too, in case there is any content that may be uncomfortable to my reader. Also, this one is very dark as it is about healing from trauma like the kind Hojo put on Sephiroth.

AU: As this is placed in my Redemption!AU, please note it is very canon divergent. In this AU, Sephiroth and his fellow SOLDIERs broke off from Shinra and are now fighting the good fight while he battles to control Jenova's encroaching influence. Aerith and Vincent play the role of healing guides, allowing both Bianca and Sephiroth a safe space to express themselves.

EXCERPT:

He had never thought of this: of healing. The mere word seemed foreign to him, as if the word belonged to lives untouched by experimentation and the cruel scalpel and needles of Hojo. However, as he looked at Bianca and the way her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and covered the joints where her dark wings met her back, Sephiroth knew he couldn’t turn away. Not from her. Not now.

Sephiroth sat across from Bianca at the table. His hands folded in his lap as he stared at her. The light flickered, casting a shadow over their faces as if it was a protective shield. Only Vincent Valentine, a former Turk turned member of AVALANCHE, was with them — silent, watchful, and a guide on this new, unexpected journey.

He had never thought of this: of healing. The mere word seemed foreign to him, as if the word belonged to lives untouched by experimentation and the cruel scalpel and needles of Hojo. However, as he looked at Bianca and the way her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and covered the joints where her dark wings met her back, Sephiroth knew he couldn’t turn away. Not from her. Not now.

“Memories,” Vincent began, his red eyes glinted in the faint light. As he talked, the tips of his fangs glimmered against his lips. “They hold us in ways we don’t realize, but they don’t have to keep that hold.”

Once again, Sephiroth glanced at Bianca. Her indigo eyes now softened with looked like unshed tears. Each teardrop sparkled on her thick, black lashes like the stars in the night sky. He felt that tug at the red string binding them. Emotions bled through like the remnants of a wound. Holding his gaze, she conveyed a gentle understanding without saying a word. The memory was vivid against the backdrop of his thoughts.

“It was winter,” Sephiroth began. His voice carried a tension that he rarely allowed himself to show or feel. Tension did not make a productive SOLDIER — or that was what Hojo had told Bianca and Sephiroth. These words felt foreign and very heavy, like he was sinking beneath waves in the middle of the Meridian Ocean, and yet as he looked at Bianca and Vincent, he pressed on. “I was ten. Maybe. Hojo had restrained me, always pushing with new injections. New dosages. He wasn’t just obsessed with results. Oh no. He was hungry to see how far he could drive me, how much Jenova’s cells could transform.”

His words caught, as if part of him still resisted the memory. Bianca reached over, sliding her hand on top of his. Her warmth anchored him. She intertwined her fingers with his, offering strength.

Bianca took a deep breath. The next words coming from her were as soft as the touch she held onto him with. “It was the same for me. Every new test, every fresh cut. It-It felt like a way for him to feed his hunger for control. I was just the other half of his obsession. Infusing those cells and knowing it would tear apart what I was at my core. I was only eight.”

As their memories came together, Vincent’s silent presence offered a comfortable stability. Together, they had faced an ugly, shared past. That night, they spoke of needles and restraints, of the cold sterility of metal that seeped into their bones, chilling Sephiroth even now. Most of all, they spoke of Hojo’s voice, and remembered the clinical detachment that cut into their identities as easily as his scalpel cut through their flesh and his bone saw cut through her bones. Their words filled a gap left behind by a childhood filled with fear: shock collars, dehumanization, and the threat that one day Hojo meant to breed them to create hybrids between them when they came of age. All of this to break each of them down to the perfect weapon for the Planet and his Reunion theory.

It was painful, but there was a release in that pain. Sephiroth hadn’t expected or sought for the freedom. It reminded him of wielding his Masamune in battle, a feeling of striking through something impenetrable, like a steel building. Here, instead, he was slicing through memory one shard of torment at a time.

“You’re not alone in those memories.” Vincent’s words were an indistinct murmur. “Look at each other. Remember, you’re together now. You both survived.”

Sephiroth’s hand tightened around Bianca’s. The pull on the thread of fate between them was stronger now and humming with a shared understanding. In her eyes, he saw resilience — the same tenacity that her purification aura held to keep Jenova’s influence at bay, shielding him even when it cost her everything: her home world, her afterlife, her friends, and even her own identity. She gave up everything to save him and protect the mortal she had known since she was a child.

“We’re not experiments, Sephiroth.” She leaned closer. The scent of her pumpkin spice and vanilla soap permeated the air between them. “We’re not just some subjects in Hojo’s notes or some vessels for an alien orgasm. He can’t take our soul-link and use it against us. Not anymore.”

For the first time, since he had taken Bianca from the labs and escaped with her into the slums of Sector 7 and rallied his old SOLDIER comrades to his side, he felt something within him crack. His hand rose to her cheek, the touch soft and fleeting, before he lowered it back to his lap, unconcerned about Vincent witnessing the gesture. For the first time, he allowed himself to hope. He wanted to believe it — that they were more than Hojo and Jenova’s legacy, more than mere vessels for suffering. In that quiet moment, he saw a glimmer of possibility: a possibility for healing and for redemption.

As they sat there, his hand delicately clasped with hers, Sephiroth felt the weight of his past shift. As long as he had his friends and her, it became something he could bear.

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Eddie's Valentine's Day gift to you is a bottle of liquor he nicked. You spend the night drinking, dancing like idiots, and making out in the sloppiest, messiest way imaginable.

Honestly. Yes. Accurate and fun.

You guys were having a fucking blast. The music was softly playing on his stereo, the joint you two decided to share was left put out in the ashtray on his dresser, half empty cups of the totally-not-stolen whiskey abandoned next to it.

The ruins of the drinking game Eddie made up lie on the floor, you two were definitely drunk, the intoxicating burn of the alcohol mixed perfectly with the love and need that radiated off the two of you. Tangled limbs clustered on his messy bed while you went at each other like animals. Your lips were nearly inseparable, you were certain that there was nothing on earth that could tear you away from Eddie Munson.

Well, maybe the need to breathe.

"Jesus Christ," you gasp, staring up at the ceiling as your chest heaves, the skirt of your dress bunching at your waist as you wrap your legs around your boyfriend. Eddie hovers above you to mouth along the slope of your neck, groaning as he leaves deep lovebites for you to admire later. "Oh fuck, Eddie."

"Christ," he curses before rasping in your ear, his hips rutting into yours desperately, too worked up to take any clothes off, "sounds so fucking hot when you say my name, Princess, do it again for me, please?"

"Eddie, fuck, fuck, Eddie," you moan into the small bedroom, your hips moving in tandem with his own perfectly. Eddie's eyes roll back as you both hump against each other frantically, his hands trembling before clutching your flesh tighter than before. A rough grunt rumbles in his chest then he's attacking your mouth with his own once more.

The sound of your shared moans and sighs was music to his ears, the way the mattress squeaked with each sloppy movement of your bodies accented with your soft whimpers sends mind-numbing pleasure shooting through him. Your hands find purchase in his hair, holding on as you work each other closer and closer to your highs.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just the "Munson Magic" as Eddie loves to call it (embarrassing, I know), but everything feels much more intense. Sure, you've dry humped before, but it was never this desperate, needy, animalistic. It was glorious.

"Princess, please tell me you're close," he whimpers breathlessly into your open mouth, his voice sounding just as wrecked as you feel. Eddie was barely hanging on, his self-restraint was starting to wane and the grip he has on your hips was starting to ache in his joints.

"So close, Eddie, little more, f-fuck, please." You moan.

"What do you need?" He mumbles, his blurry eyes focusing on you, still rutting against you.

"You, need you inside me," you're not even done with your sentence before Eddie is lifting off you to undo his belt and jeans as fast as he could.

"Fucking, son of a—" he curses as he struggles with shaky hands to free himself of his pants. Finally, he's got his pants low around his thighs before he's lunging at you, folding your knees to your chest to expose more of your dripping pussy to him, and pulling your panties to the side. He sinks into you as quickly as he can without hurting you too much, feeding inch after inch into your soaked cunt.

"O-Oh! Oh my god! Fuck!" You scream, your back arching as the delicious burn sears through your nerves, your legs trembling, the stretch being just what you needed to push you over the edge. "Eddie! Eddie! Fuck!"

"Ooooh! Oh fuck! Yes!" Eddie bellows with you, the tight, wet heat of your pussy as you cum was too much for him to take. He finishes with harsh, heavy, jerky thrusts; rope after rope of his spend flooding you while he curls over you. You both ride the delirious pleasure out for as long as possible, moaning your bliss to each other with raw voices. Eddie relaxes into you fully, easing your legs down from their position to rest around his waist with gentle yet unsteady hands.

You can feel the soft kisses he leaves along your jaw, the sweat that soaks the space between his shoulder blades, dampening the Hellfire t-shirt he wears religiously, the massive mess of your combined cum that coats your thighs and definitely ruined your panties. Eddie draws you into another kiss, this kiss singed with the remnants of your passionate moment, as you stroke his shoulders, soothing his racing heart with your own trembling touches.

"I love you so much, Princess" he whispers while he cradles you underneath him, trying his best to keep you hidden and safe from the world. "Never felt like this before, never loved anyone like this before, just you."

"I love you too," you promise tenderly, pulling his as close as possible. "Love you so much, Eds." More kisses rain down on you, your bodies spent and tired and wanting nothing more than to rest together. It was safe to say that this was so far, Eddie's favorite Valentine's Day.

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