cod oneshots n imagines ✨

☀️ sunlight on your skin ☀️ (mason x reader)

Hope y'all are doing well today! Created a fluffy little piece based off inspiration from one of my favourite lil peep songs so these are the vibes for today 🥰

Literally the LOML this man is fine fine like 😗🤌🏽  my baby 😌

anywayssss stay blessed n hope you enjoy !

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Multiple night disturbances had become a common occurrence, and had grown exponentially since the relationship started. It'd begun soon after we'd decided to give up on the secrecy and allow ourselves the freedom of letting other people dictate our intimacy.

How strange to let ideas, thoughts and emotions void of your own filtrate your mind and body into believing they are.

I know he payed no mind either way, but I had. I'd heard every snide remark and spiteful comment about him, me and the anonymity we'd shared and slowly but certainly the storage closet hookups, stolen kisses in the interview rooms and subtle getaways became less out of the way, into the way of everyone else. We couldn't get away from each other, no matter how hard the other one had tried and that's something i'd loved the most about us. Unapologetically harmonious our love for each other was a force felt by many; just not well received... by many.

In the mixed fog of sleep deprivation and neglect I stared down the clock on the wall with a certain displeasure, as if it was the universe itself that'd brought me to my knees time and time again. Being honest and upfront it was the endless conversations of how's and why's, interests and distastes for one another's as well as in comparison to one another's, the comforting silence moving it's way in between us yet not to divide us. And then, it was being the comfort on the right side of the bed when the night terrors took hostage of that same silence, the impending doom and collapse of a restful night, week, month, even. I didn't mind it very much, I love him. With loving him came the secrets and personal affairs he held deeply, possessively and - rarely - had they come to light so when they did, i embraced him.

The scent of warm dark roast complimented the slowly rising sun from the kitchen window as I pondered and watched the birds continue with their morning routine. For a brief moment life around me had seemed to wait with me, pausing to watch the beings around them start the day and it was times like this where i appreciated the delicacy and stillness; the world forgiving and offering a gentle smile, gifting me a moment to be at peace.

Making my way towards the bedroom silently, I left the coffee to simmer and set the pace for the day ahead of us. Resting against the doorway, I just watched. In a mess of fresh, crisp sheets and blankets, he lays blissfully. Wrapped in a comfortable state of sleep, I was wary to disturb, for it was uncommon to see him in such a way. Bittersweetly I eyed him. He seemed unconscious - not at all concerned of the time and space - but appeared cold and distant for one reason or another. How could I blame him? He'd been to hell and back a few times by now, and I don't question his resentment or distaste for the world around him. Conscious or not. I know I would feel - and look - the same.

Crawling into the empty space beside him while carefully trying not to wake him, I studied him. Grazing over a few stray hairs on his face, i stroked gently with my thumb, out of sync with the slow rises and falls of his chest. The years that'd gone by expressed themselves throughout his body with every scar, imperfection and gray hair and still - he was rough, built to be that way - but handsome as ever. He'd had class, composure and patience. He was a towering figure and heavier set but was gentle. And those venomous green eyes that I get lost in from time to time. He's everything I'd asked for and more. The burdens he'd held over himself weren't as prevalent but still visible, and no matter how he'd expressed himself, how he was feeling, looking, he's my best friend and more. There was nothing that could make me fall out of love with him.

The soft morning glow caught his face and stature in a complimenting gesture and left me in a feeling of awe as I continued to watch over him gently, protectively. Afraid of the pain to find it's way back to him. Yet, I swear he's never looked better. But, I do love a man in uniform, and he wears those well.

Shifting into the sweet-tempered caress of my touch, I whispered lowly.

"hey,"

Continuing to comfort I asked almost hesitantly but with a hint of sympathy,

"how are you feeling?"

Hours earlier, he'd been dealing with the onset symptoms of the scheduled terrorizing migraines. Years later they'd taken over him the same way they always had.

With a deep exhale his hands made their way from under the surface of weighted blankets and found themselves around the small of my back and atop my thigh. Bringing me closer he rested his head on my chest sleepily. Resting my free hand on his head, i ran my fingers through his hair ever so softly and placed a welcoming kiss on his forehead, cuddling him. In a playful response, leaving a map of kisses on my neck the hairs on his face poked at me, making me giggle underneath his inviting embrace.

"Better."

The morning rasp stuck within his voice was... tempting. To say the least.

"How about we just stay here for a while?"

Looking up to meet my gaze he rested his hand on my face and pushed the stray hairs away. Once again I was lost in those dark, dreamy eyes. Trapped by his effortless seductiveness.

"I think I'd like that,"

Reciprocating a playful smile, I soon found myself underneath him with an abundance of kisses and... other theatrics.