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[bluesidez]

The Love Lab presents:

Wash Day 🫧🚿

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x AFAB!Reader

summary: Miguel offers to wash your hair because wash days can be a lot, mischief ensues.

content warning: 18+ MDNI, lots of fluff and banter, talks of marriage/proposal, lovey dovey!miguel, head scratching + massaging, p in v sex (wrap it up 🫵🏾, healthcare is expensive and so are babies), just the tip at one point, cussing, subby + service-like miguel (he does start to enter a daze that is similar to a sub drop, but it's not really that and the reader checks up on him immediately), needy!miguel, creative use of miguel's talons, kissing, hickys, a little hair pulling, manhandling, cunnilingus, fellatio, squirting, slight edging, praise kink, breeding kink towards the end, mentions of cum, overstimulation, a little aftercare, reader is a bit of a tease, miguel is a bit of a brat, more references to cats than I thought, no use of y/n

credit for the art/dividers: Me! (+ illustrator and canva)

a/n: This is my first fic that I am posting on here! 🤠 This one has been in the works for a while, but I am happy with the result. This story is written with a black reader in mind, but it's very inclusive minus the hair situation, so anyone can enjoy the story. There is one unrealistic part that NONE of my natural brethren would ever allow, I beg you to just go with it. 😭 I also used a little Spanish in here, to my Spanish-speakers, if anything is wrong, just let me know and I 'll change it right away!

I also imagined the shower to be one of those fancy walk-ins like this or this but big enough for two, because in my mind, Miguel is stacked in the money department as well.

word count: 6.9k (I got carried away)

To all my sub Mig lovers and fiends! Love ya! 🩵🪮

It was finally time for the day you’ve been putting off for about a week now, the taxing Wash Day.

Normally, you would drag this day out because you knew that once you started, you had to keep going until your hair was done and either ready for the bonnet or the hood dryer. Although today, you were lucky because you had a braid appointment the following morning, so that meant just a simple wash and a blow-dry. You were even luckier because your boyfriend, Miguel, was more than happy to wash your hair for you.

“I know how tired you get afterwards and I just want to help make the process easier,” is what you remember him telling you last night in your sleepy, whiny state.

Now, here you are the next day watching his eyebrows furrow in confusion, lips pouted in a crooked M as you guide him to the old faithful: the kitchen sink.

“Why are you giving me that face? You said you were gonna help,” you chuckle at his expression, watching as his eyes turn to your hair supplies littered across the counter.

“No, no! I still want to help. It’s just that,” he picks up your wide-tooth comb, running his fingers over the teeth, “I thought we were going to be in the shower.”

You look at him, a little dumbfounded at the statement. You didn’t mind washing your hair in the shower, you did it all the time, but what was the point of getting you both wet?

“I just thought it would be easier for you this way,” you reply, pulling the faucet from the sink and waving it around in an attempt to hype up the situation. “I’ll bend my head in the sink, and you’ll wash it that way. Or! You can hike me up on the counter and I can lay down with my head over the sink. That one’s a little less comfortable for me, but it gives you more than enough room to maneuver.”

“Hm,” he grunts, eyes going from you to the counter, then right back to you. “That’s fine and all, but what if my back starts to hurt from bending for too long.”

You just stare at him, unamused. If anyone would be in pain, it would be you.

“In the shower, we can stand together and I can see exactly what’s going on. Plus, you can wash my hair too,” he continues, pulling you flush against his chest, comb forgotten. He starts to rub your hips in a slow motion. “Let’s make it a date.”

“Ok, first of all, you’re not that old to where your back can just give out like that,” you quip, leaning back from his embrace to look him in the eyes. “Secondly, you expect me to believe that the Spiderman is unable to wash someone’s hair in this sink.”

“At 6’9? Absolutely.”

“Touché.”

Truthfully, Miguel was a bit turned on after spending the last 20 minutes watching you completely melt under his hands from scratching your scalp.

It was such a simple task but all of your sighs and whispers of “right there” and “harder” had him internally groaning.

When it was finished, you were up off the floor easily and blissfully unaware, while he was left with a few of your shedded curls covering his clothes and pre-cum threatening to seep into his underwear.

So yes, while technically the shower was the best option for him, he really wanted to ignite that same reaction from you again. It was addicting.

You reach up on your tippy toes and squish his face to give a quick peck to his lips. “Fine, fine! Quit your puppy dog eyes, we can go to the shower. Just let me pee first.”

Step 1 of Miguel’s master plan was already successfully underway.

He started to pick up your supplies, reading the ingredients out of curiosity. Today you were trying a new line of products that was making huge waves online. He remembers seeing how excited you were when the package came in. You had barrelled into the bedroom in a squealing frenzy, and had it not been for his spider senses listening out for you, he would have jumped from the way you threw the door open.

Even though it was another line of products that would fill up the bathroom cabinets, your giddiness rubbed off on him, so he was ready to see results.

“Baby, come on! I’m ready!”

Miguel quickly huddled up everything from the counter and made his way to the bathroom.

He walked in to see you standing next to the sink, birthday suit on and your hands reaching up to push your hair from your forehead.

Heaven-sent were the first words that came to mind. Here you were, standing in the steam of the bathroom just for his eyes. He couldn’t help but linger in the doorway, heart skipping a beat at the sight of you.

You turned to look back at him, mirth in your eyes, “Mig, come on, the water’s running.”

He didn’t even comprehend the sound of the water hitting the tiles, he was so zoned in on you.

“I’m coming, I was just…admiring you,” he replies, moving to prepare for the shower.

“There’s no way you’re eyeing me up right now. I look a little crazy,” you say, turning back towards the mirror.

“Querida, you could be rocking a spiked mohawk right now, and I would still have the same reaction. You’re beautiful no matter how your hair looks.”

You bit your lip, heart fluttering at his words. If you didn’t have to get ready for your hair appointment tomorrow, you’d stop everything then and there to love on your boyfriend.

For now, you settled on helping him out of his clothes, a smile growing on your face. You pulled his shirt up as far as you could reach, then let your hands roam over his chest, watching the goosebumps that followed behind. You kept your fingers walking down to the waistband of his pants, lightly scratching at his happy trail.

His stomach twitched in response to your touch, hands itching to pull you closer.

You placed your hands at his sides, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear, slowly tugging at the bands. You stepped forward to get a better leverage, breasts pressing against his torso.

His breaths were coming out in short beats, not wanting to disrupt the spell that you put him under. He looked down at the closing space between you all’s bodies because if he looked up at your eyes, he’d stop everything and take you right there against the counter.

But the shower. He was supposed to make it to the shower. Which was in an area by itself. In the next room. With your hands roaming everywhere, he wasn’t even sure if he could even make it past the toilet.

His eyes fluttered closed as you slid your hands back up his thighs, a deep breath building in his lungs. Like this, he was really able to tune in on both the heat of your body against his and the lingering touch of your hands. Hyper-focused on you and you alone.

Then he heard a loud slap.

His eyes bucked back open, body rigid as the sting came back in waves on the side of his ass.

“Come on, we’ve got heads to scrub!” you said, voice as clear as ever.

He watched you twirl towards the shower, his mind muddled from your switch to playfulness. Had he read that all wrong?

He looked down and sighed at the sight of his dick, half-hard at what could have been.

All he could do was stagger out of the clothes that pooled at his ankles, grab the hair products, and waddle to the shower.

You were already halfway under the spray of the shower head, head leaning back, waiting for the water to completely soak through the layers of your hair.

Miguel came up next to you and detached the shower head, bringing it closer to your scalp, careful not to get water in your ears.

“So first, we have to use the scalp scrub shampoo,” you say, grabbing one of the taller bottles and unscrewing it. “Just take this in your hands first, lather it, and work it into my scalp.”

You pull his left hand forward and squeeze some of the liquid in his palm.

“Is this enough?” he asked, noticing the little amount you put in his hand.

“Yep! A little can go a long way, baby,” you say, turning around to him, trying to determine how you would reach the top of his head.

Oh, how Miguel was so well acquainted with that phrase. Especially after this cat-and-mouse game you’ve been playing with him all day.

You faced him as he placed his fingers on your scalp, beginning to move in circles, spreading the shampoo in several sections.

“You can add a little pressure. I can take it,” you mumble out, almost low enough for Miguel to miss it.

So he does. He starts to scratch at your scalp, remembering that this is an important step. For your hair of course, not his plan.

“Ugh, that feels so nice,” you sigh, trying not to sway under him. “I should have had you do this sooner.”

Miguel thought so too. Here you are, head leaned back, eyes closed, and completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. He kept scratching at your scalp, your head nodding along with the motions.

“Can you scratch over here, please?” you ask, pointing at the right side of your head, eyes squeezed tight to not let any soap fall in them. Even after all of your teasing, you were still so cute in this moment. When Miguel complied, you showed your gratitude by groaning out a quick thank you. With a long sigh, you placed your hands in front of his chest, fingers balled up in loose fists.

“Does it feel good?” Miguel knew the answer, but he had to play along. “You want me to move anywhere else?”

“Yeah, could you just-” you leaned your head over, mindlessly guiding Miguel’s hands. “Right there, baby.”

You brought your hands up to grip at his wrists, needing something to hold onto. Miguel felt insane.

To curb the feeling, he quickly leaned down and kissed your forehead. His head was overloaded with the sound of your voice and he had to keep himself composed.

You looked up at him, eyes big and wide at his affection. He kept making you feel warm doing such mundane things. You purse your lips, silently begging for more.

Miguel brought his soapy hands to the water to quickly rinse them off, then placed them on your cheeks and leaned down again to kiss your lips.

One. Two. Three pecks and you were giggling.

Four. Five. Six pecks and you were on your tiptoes, arms crossed behind his neck.

Seven. Eight. Nine pecks and you were turning your head, opening your mouth for more.

Ten. Eleven. Twelve kisses and you were in his arms, feet off the ground, biting at his bottom lip.

By the thirteenth kiss, you were pulling your head back, staring into his eyes, grabbing at his nape.

“We still have to wash the shampoo out,” you say, watching as his eyes linger on your lips.

“We can do that,” he mumbles, still holding you close.

“Are you gonna put me down?” you ask, tone a little cheeky.

He snaps his eyes up at yours, eyebrow raised. “Are you gonna finish what you started?” He started to move one of his palms down your back, taking a thigh to pull around his waist, and placing his mouth on your jaw.

“Nuh uh, O’Hara,” you chide, pushing against his chest and wiggling to get him to remove his embrace. The water smacks against the tiles as you jump down, one calf still in Miguel’s hand.

“O’Hara?” Miguel scoffed, playfully pulling at you again and tickling your side. “I’m not sure who that is, but maybe you forgot how to say baby, mi vida.”

You laughed at him, finally calling out his bluff, “No, because my baby said he would help me wash my hair, and right now he’s being bad and trying to distract me. So, until you finish, it’s O’Hara.” You folded your arms and tilted your head to the side, daring Miguel to counter your words.

He dropped your leg and muttered out a gruff “fine” with his lips downturned. Two could play at this game and if he wanted to distract you, he just had to turn up the heat.

He grabbed for the shower head and started to rinse the thick shampoo from your hair, carefully weaving through the locks.

“When do we detangle it?”

You started to smile again, happy at his verb usage. He really does listen to you when you talk about your hair.

“When we put on the conditioner, but you can start a little now while the water’s running on it. Need the brush?”

“No, I’ll just use my fingers for a little bit.”

You turned your face back to him, shocked that he remembered another technique.

“You’re gonna finger detangle, ba- I mean, O’Hara?”

“Yes I am, corazón. Why are you looking at me like that? I’m a great boyfriend that knows what his girl needs.”

You squint your eyes, wary at his words. “Uh huh, I bet you do. If you know so much, what’s next?”

“We shampoo again. Rinse. Then it’s conditioner and detangling, just like you said.”

You hummed, internally ecstatic that he actually did know the answer. “Another point for you,” you say, turning back around as Miguel places the shower head back on the hook.

Miguel smirked. He listened to you, he really did, but he also made sure to watch over 20 videos about washing coily hair while you were sleeping. You didn’t have to know that though.

His high was short-lived when you bent over to grab the next shampoo. He grabbed at your hips, watching as the swell of your ass aligned against his front. He pushed his head back and breathed in deep. How unfair.

You leaned back up slowly, turning the bottle around trying to fish for any specific directions.

“This one is a hydrating shampoo. It says you can just put it on my hair and just work it through.”

Miguel repeated the same shampooing process, although this time with less scalp scratching and more scalp massaging. You were once again in bliss at his ministrations, like a cat who couldn’t stop purring.

“O’Hara, you really have a way with your hands. Super relaxing,” you say with snickers underlining your voice.

Miguel just reached for the shower head, ready to rinse for the second time. “This guy sounds like a real catch. Too bad he isn’t here.”

You just laugh at how sulky he sounded, ready to grab the conditioner.

“Well, is there a Mr. O’Hara here? I kind of need him for this last step.”

Miguel stopped in his tracks.

You really didn’t understand how much he wanted to make you his wife. In fact, he started planning the proposal to a T after a year of you all being together. He started to dream about a future with you after the first couple of dates, despite how often he had to tell himself to slow down. It was terrifying yet thrilling how much you left an impression on his life.

Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara.

Mr. O’Hara.

Mrs. O’Hara.

Miguel bent his head in your neck and wrapped his arms around your waist, face burning from his running thoughts.

“Y-you can’t use that against me. You know how I get,” he said petulantly, voice softened in the juncture of your neck, drowned out by the pouring water.

“And how do you get, baby?” you ask, reaching over to run your fingers through his damp hair. You tugged lightly at the root causing Miguel to hug you tighter and groan against your neck.

As hot as the water was, the heat of your body against his left him burning. The angle was weird so he couldn’t exactly rub up against you, but he could kiss along the surface of your shoulders.

He started to slowly press kisses down your neck, moaning as you tilted your head to give him more space. He stopped to linger at the top of your shoulder, taking in a small amount of skin. After he was happy at the mark he left, he opened his mouth a little wider, canines grazing against your skin.

You reach to pull his head back up, resting his jaw on your shoulder.

“Focus, Mr. O’Hara, it’s only one more step.” You say these words lowly right next to his ear, pressing your lips on his tragus then pushing his head up to kiss against his jaw.

When Miguel stood up fully, you could see the dazed look in his eyes. Staring closer, you noticed they were a little dewey.

You had to bring him back down to Earth. You couldn’t have him lost in this steam.

“Hey, baby look at me,” you even your tone and angle his face towards yours. “Are you alright? Do we need to sit down?”

You wait for his eyes to find yours, searching for discomfort.

“No, I'm fine. I’m ok, sorry,” he says, leaning into one of your hands, wrapping his hand around it for extra support.

“Positive? I know the water is really hot so if you need to step out and cool down, then that’s fine. I’ll help you settle down then come back and finish up by myself,” you say, adamant in your words.

“No! No, no. I’m really ok. I’m so cool and calm right now that it’s crazy,” he replies, frantic at the thought of leaving you in the shower. “Hand me the conditioner.”

You look at him again, tickled at the change in condition. All you could do was sigh, twist the cap off of the conditioner, and pull the inner lid off.

He dabbed two fingers on top of the cream, scooping a small amount off of the top. “A little goes a long way, right?”

“A little does go a long way.”

“Can you turn around, please?”

You comply, placing the conditioner in a corner.

“If you need it to lather a bit more, just add a little water,” you remind him.

He began to work the conditioner through, going from the root to the ends. The results were quick and he could see your curls begin to sprout. He started to thoroughly pull his fingers through, working out any leftover tangles. He got to a bigger knot and held the section of hair in one hand, and carefully combed through the knot with the other.

You were feeling peaceful until it dawned on you: you never gave him a comb or a brush to work with.

“Hold on, baby what are you using to take the knots out with? Do you have a comb?”

Miguel placed one of his hands in your face and pushed his talons out, like a cat showing its claws off when you press the center of its paw.

You panic, remembering that they can tear through people and metal, “Um. I don’t think using these bad boys on my hair is the right way to go.”

“Tranquila, mi amor, I got it. I’m using the dull side, see?”

He put a tuft of hair in front of your eyes and showed the process of him detangling while talon-less, then working out the final tough knot with the side of the talon, turning his hand sideways to avoid cutting your curls.

As a result, the section was completely detangled, allowing him to run his fingers straight through the thick strands, and the curls springing back up once he was finished. Plus, from what you could tell, there was no breakage.

Color you impressed because Miguel was pulling out all of the stops today.

“Alright, just. Be careful.”

“Always.”

“If you jack up my hair, Lyla will have to place Jess in charge permanently.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You stand, arms placed under your chest, waiting for Miguel to finish. Subconsciously listening to the pattern of his breaths and the sound of his talon going through your hair.

“Ok, that’s it. Do you want to wash my hair while this sits?”

Such a smart boyfriend.

“Yeah just let me go ahead and finish this shower while you get your hair wet.”

Miguel stepped back to get under the overhead shower head, letting the water fall on him like rain, watching you as you began to lather body wash on your net sponge.

You were scrubbing away at your skin getting into every crevice, peach fragrance filling the air.

He wanted to reach out and touch you, but look where that’s gotten him so far. Almost kicked out of the bathroom.

You were just as stubborn as he was, no, resolute.

He admired it, especially when you gracefully brought him down from clouds that were his own fantasies.

Focusing back on you, he stared openly as you folded your body in half to reach your ankles causing everything to be on display.

A normal person would put their foot on the ledge to reach below. You were definitely fucking with him.

He watched as you pulled the net sponge across your body, leaning up as the languid movements of your hands pulled the net side to side.

He was glad that the water drowned out his harsh breathing.

You finished off your shower, working the detached shower head over the soap, clearing up your skin.

You brought the shower head lower, making sure that there was no bubble left behind.

When you held your ass to help the water pass all the way down the back of your body, Miguel jumped to hold the base of his cock, softly groaning at the picture you were painting.

He lifted his face up and pushed his hair back, in hopes that the stream could help him clear his mind. But, the water was hot, all it did was make him lightheaded at the thought of you.

“Miguel? Come over here so I can wash you too.”

Miguel tottered over, looking down at your body, shining after all your thorough work. You were placing soap on a pair of exfoliating gloves you had bought for him, lathering them together once you were satisfied with the amount of soap.

You got to work on his body, starting at the shoulders and moving in circular motions.

Miguel stared in silence, hoping you would put an end to this charade. But you continue to be meticulous, covering every inch of his upper body. Lifting his arms when you wanted to. Moving him around when you wanted to.

In this moment, he felt like a ragdoll, letting you do whatever you pleased.

You squatted down to do his lower body, eyes laser focused, not missing a spot.

All Miguel could focus on was your face so close to his dick that was twitching in anticipation. You just ignored it and continued to rub the rest of him down. Miguel wanted to cry.

You were touching everywhere, slowing down on his inner thighs and ass causing his knees to shake.

You held him steady by gripping the back of his thighs and finally looked up at him, acknowledging his presence.

Your eyes traced him all the way down to the gift that was in front of you. You parted your lips and let your tongue brush against the tip, watching as spurts of pre-cum escaped. You couldn’t have that. You leaned forward a little more, taking the head in completely, and allowed yourself a few more licks and a suck before you let go with a pop, watching the thin trail of spit grow as you leaned back.

Miguel whined in frustration, a cloud of desire fading so quickly.

“Amor, why did you-”

You quickly jumped up and rested against him, arms wrapped around his waist and hands lightly groping his butt.

“I didn’t even wash your hair yet, silly,” you quip, chin nuzzling against his sternum. “Now, go rinse off and sit on the bench so I can reach your hair.”

Forget wanting to cry, Miguel might actually do it.

He was so, so hard.

After the soap was gone he trudged to the bench, glancing over at you washing the conditioner out of your hair.

“I could have washed it out for you,” he protests, half bothered by his situation and half annoyed that he let it blindside him from the main point of this shower.

“It’s ok, baby. You really helped me out a lot today and I’m thankful. I’m also making sure you don’t drop to the floor right now, so hold on for me,” you reply earnestly, chuckling at the look of frustration slapped across Miguel’s face.

You bring over the hydrating scrub, some conditioner, and the shower head, and stand in between his legs, ready to start.

Miguel looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, undeniably in love and unbelievably aroused.

You started to unscrew the scrub, making sure to part his hair down the middle.

“You’re using your products on me?” he asked, confused at your actions.

“Just the shampoo. I don’t think this conditioner will do you any good, but for the most part, the line is pretty inclusive. Ain’t that neat?”

“Mm-hm,” he responded, cheeks squished against your chest, arms wrapped around your thighs.

“Look forward, for me, baby,” you say, starting to spread the shampoo on his scalp.

He just hummed and groaned in the safety of your torso, while you scratched at his scalp and pulled the shampoo to his ends. He started to kiss and nibble at any skin he could get his mouth on. His grip was getting tighter and he felt a stutter in your breaths.

“Lean back so I can rinse this out.”

He placed his chin on your stomach again, eyes full of hearts.

“I’m almost finished, I just need to put your conditioner on.”

Miguel hummed once more as you placed the conditioner at his ends first, then scrunched his hair up, careful not to mess with his scalp. Mindful of his wavy, curly hair texture like he was for yours.

His wine eyes kept staring at you, as if you were the 8th wonder of the world. You felt heat in your face, an accumulation of the almost boiling water and Miguel’s full attention.

He was simply grinning, face wet and tinted from the water.

“You’re so cute,” you say, rinsing out the last of the product.

“Only with you,” he replies, still trying to make you look into his eyes. “Can you come closer?”

You set the shower head down and run your hands through his strands, “I feel like I’m already as close as it gets.”

“Not really,” he said, swiftly sitting you on his lap like you weighed nothing. “You could always be closer to me, cariño. I can think of many ways to make that happen.”

You finally allow yourself to indulge in his shenanigans. Leaning your forehead on his, you open your mouth to say, “Is that why you were so adamant about getting in the shower? To get as close to me as possible?”

He looked from your eyes to your mouth, “No?”

You bring your hands from his hair to his neck, “You know you can’t lie. In fact, you’re like, really bad at it.”

“Fine. It was partially because of that. How did you know?”

“Like I said, you can’t lie and neither can your face. You’ve been pouting ever since I let you scratch my head and especially when I wanted to wash my hair in the sink.”

“Am I that easy to read?”

“Kind of,” you say, a laugh twinkling off your lips. “I can always tell when you want me.”

“Yeah? And what am I telling you right now?” He starts to move your hips, placing his erection right under you, grinding your lips against him.

You close your eyes, a flame beginning to blossom within you, “I guess that you need, fuck, you need me.” Your clit was throbbing against his length as he dragged your body back and forth.

“I do, bebé, I do,” Miguel was moaning loudly, melting at the feeling of your pussy finally warming him up. He moved his lips to yours, desperately trying to have more of you, gripping your hips even harder.

“Baby, s-slow down,” you say in the midst of his kisses, trying to put your feet on the bench next to him to gain some sort of stability. You knew he was pent up, but he was moving so frantically, you were scared he might slip off.

“Te necesito. Please, just-” Miguel cut himself off with a groan in your neck, grinding your slit along himself faster. He started to kiss down your chest, finally getting to your breasts, and gliding his tongue along the wet skin. He took a nipple into his mouth, allowing himself to suck.

The flame from before was starting to grow, “Miggy if you keep going, I’m gonna cum.” He was just starting and you already felt everything coming to an end.

How were you so close, yet he was the one who was riled up?

“Miguel, I’m-” you hold on harder to his neck, eyebrows furrowed.

“Uh huh. C’mon, give it to me,” he encouraged, staring at you, eyes cloudy.

You break above him, a scream crawling from your throat, hips stuttering in his hold, and liquid leaking onto the floor.

“Oh my god,” your mind was hazy, reveling from how quick you came, but mostly at how needy Miguel looked.

“Was it good?” he asked, hugging your body as he switched angles, dragging his body closer to the edge of the bench, letting your feet fall to the floor. His voice was whiny, desperate, wanton. “Was I good for you? Did you feel good?”

You brought your mouth to his temple, movements shaky and heart still thumping, “You were so good for me, baby. So good.”

He sighed, breath leaving his lungs as if what you told him was a matter of life and death.

“Then use me,” he leaned back, hands pressed against the seat. “Use me, however you please.”

You stared at him, a little stunned but fully immersed. When you brought your hand to his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was moving. You brought your mouth to his once more, a thumb on his chin pushing so that lips could part. You kissed him deep, making sure to direct his focus there while you placed your knees on the bench.

Sitting just above him, you guided your sex to his, allowing his tip to barely kiss you. You wanted him, yearned for him inside of you, but not yet.

You slid his tip past your slit, only edging it in partially, then rubbed your pussy up and down the head, allowing yourself to open up.

Miguel moaned into your mouth, hands curling into fists as he felt your walls close around the top of him. He started to move in tiny thrusts matching your rhythm.

“Nuh uh, baby, it’s just me right now, remember?” You break your kiss to reprimand him, bringing your hand from his chin to his stomach, and stopping all movement.

Miguel could only cry out and nod, upset at the loss of your body devouring his own, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, keep going. I’ll be still, cariño, please.”

“Good. There he is, my sweet baby,” you say, voice a prime example at how much Miguel begging for you was affecting you.

You start back, ass moving with a bit more force. You lean to press a long kiss against his neck, losing yourself in the sound of him barely inside of you, his groans a lovely melody filling up the room.

“You feel amazing, Miguel. So big, and you’re only giving me so little,” you pant in his ear, knees starting to hurt from how hard the tiles were.

“It’s all for you. Just for you,” he gasped, twitching when the sounds of your juices got even louder at your constant movement. “Mi amor, please, can I hold you?”

“Always, baby.”

Internally you chuckled, you never told him he couldn’t touch you, you just followed his plea to use him like a toy. He was so pussy drunk, he forgot the parameters he set for himself.

He wrapped his biceps around you, your arms folding behind your back in the process, but that didn’t stop you from riding out the high that was another orgasm.

“That’s right, keep going. Úsame, take what you need,” he requested. He was itching to dive deeper into you, not wanting your pleasure to end.

You threw your head back and whined high with Miguel’s name on your tongue, gushing out your release for a second time.

“Fuck.” Miguel was still holding onto you, legs taut in their position. He swerved your pussy across his length, listening at how wet you were.

You laid your head on the tile above Miguel, relieved with its slight coolness and trying to slow down your rapid heartbeat. Your hips kept bucking as an aftereffect.

You didn’t get that much of a cool down before Miguel was at it again, finally sliding his dick in until he bottomed out.

The two of you let out long moans in unison, a harmony that wasn’t unfamiliar to your apartment.

In this position, your face was back in front if Miguel’s, eyes watery from the sensation of him filling you up.

“You’re perfect, you feel perfect,” Miguel cradled you, trying to get as comfortable as he could, despite the impossible position he put himself in.

Lifting his hips off of the bench, he held himself up by his back pressed against the tiles.

Before you could even ask him if you all should move to the floor, he knocked the wind out of you, holding you up as he slammed into you.

“Miguel!” you shout, clamoring for anything to grab onto after the impact had you knocking forward.

“I got you, I promise. Won’t let you fall,” he heaved out, words spilling out as fast as his hips were snapping.

All you could do was mutter out words incoherently, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass reverberating off of the walls. Your eyes finally let go of the tears they were holding, overwhelmed by your state of being.

“What’s that, mi amor?” Miguel cooed at you, licking off one of your tears and kissing your cheek. “Can you feel me? Is it too much?”

“I, ngh, I,” you could barely get your words out, your brain turning into mush after each thrust. Miguel kept going, humming as he spread kisses around your face.

“You gotta answer me, baby. I need to know,” he whispered.

“I’m trying,” you respond, voice cracking from overuse. You were still peeved at his composure. “I thought you said, oh my god, you said you didn’t want to hurt your back.”

Miguel just pursed his lips, eyes clearing up for just a second, “I didn’t. And I’m not going to, super-healing, remember?”

“That’s-” your sentence was cut off by Miguel hiking you up and smacking you back down in time with one of his thrusts.

“Shit! Do that again,” you sob, thoughts coming to a stop.

“Yeah?” Miguel tried his best to keep his eyes on you, but you were squeezing so tight around him that his eyes kept rolling.

“Yes, Miggy. Right there, that spot. It’s so,” you were drooling at this point. “It’s so much.”

Miguel kept it up, glad to be hearing those words, proud of himself for igniting you.

You held your head down, body wound tight, “I think I’m gonna cum. I’m close.”

“Again?” Miguel asked, heart fluttering at you falling apart on his dick.

“Yes, baby. Don’t stop,” you say, voice wavering.

Right as you felt your body beginning to let go, Miguel halted and sat back on the bench.

“No, no, no. Why did you-” You were cut off by Miguel grabbing you and placing you on your shoulders, pussy in his face.

He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue in where his cock once was swirling in and out, sucking at your folds. He starts to hum as if you've fed him his last meal, causing your orgasm to come in waves.

“Oh!” you shout, thighs quivering around his head, one hand gathering a fist of hair and the other pawing at the wall. Miguel was lapping everything up, holding you so that you couldn’t even think of falling.

“Ok, ok,” you say, mewling as he kept you in place while your hips shook. “S’too much.” He finally let’s go, placing you back in his lap.

“Did I do good?” he asks, chest rising and falling rapidly now that he catered to you. His face was a mess, evidence of you all down his neck.

You kissed his nose, giggling at his need for praise, “Yes, baby. You did amazing. Fantastic. Perfecto.”

He was practically vibrating with joy, kneading at your thighs.

“But Miggy, there’s still a problem,” you say, holding his face with both hands. “You still didn’t cum yet.”

You watched his face flit through several phases: ecstatic, worried, then hungry.

“Can I keep going?” he asks, hands starting to roam again.

You simply nod and try to prepare yourself for him moving you around again.

He sinks back in slowly, careful of your sensitive body. You try your best to move, hips working in circles, hands holding onto his thighs. You couldn't help but to squeeze onto him, despite how tired you were.

“You look so pretty,” Miguel mumbled.

“Bet I would look prettier if you finished. Inside.”

That fired him up even more. He started to help you to bounce up and down his length, teeth gritted. You held your head back, eyes scrunched at the feeling of him inside again.

Then he started to whimper, a telltale sign that he was close.

“Can you say it again, please?” he said, moving to stand with you in his arms.

“Say what?” you ask, exhausted yet in awe that he still had so much energy. “That I want you to cum inside? Fill me up?”

You could feel him twitch inside of you, mind hazy at the thought.

“Shockingly, no. My name. Porfa, mi vida. I need to hear it.” He was still holding you as he pounded away, eyes never leaving yours.

You’ve been saying his name the whole time, so surely that can’t be it. Then, it dawned on you.

“Let go, Mr. O’Hara,” you say, mouth right next to his.

And so he did. He bent over, hands gripping your sides as he snapped his hips frantically, groaning into your mouth as he kissed you hard. You could feel him seeping inside you, hot liquid filling you up.

You clutch at his shoulders, feeling your hold slipping from how wet his skin was from the shower and the heat. You cry out again, body sore from all of fun and sensitive from overstimulation.

Miguel finally let up for what felt like hours, standing up straight and pulling you off his dick. He hissed at the feeling, angling your body parallel to his so that everything could fall to the shower floor.

You lay your head on his shoulder tiredly, grateful that he was still carrying you.

“That’s going to mess up the drain. You should have just let it stay in me until it took,” you mumble into his shoulder, hearing his breath hitch at your words. “Or until I got to the toilet or something.”

He brought you both back to the bench, “You're on the pill so stop teasing me about that.”

“But that doesn’t mean that you can’t live out your breed-”

“Yeah, yeah. I got it, mi amor,” he says, pecking your lips to stop you from continuing. “Now let's clean you up. Again.”

He reaches for the shower head and checks the temperature. Humming, he aims the spray at your lower area.

You jump and yelp, “That’s so fucking cold!”

“Bébe, it’s literally warm. I just checked!”

No wonder he was about to die in the steam, “You know how hot I like my showers, and that’s ice cold right now.”

“Well I’m sorry it’s not burning, but we have to clean you up,” he said, trying to console you. “I’ll warm you up later.”

You look at him and there’s this playful look on his face. “No,” you say, just the thought of doing this again making you sleepy.

You eye his body up and down. “Maybe later.”

He just chuckled and finished up.

An hour later, the two of you are dry, blow dried, and comfortably laid out across the couch with baking competition shows queued up on the TV.

You look up at Miguel from your position on his chest, cheesing from ear to ear.

He feels you staring at him and looks down, eyes warm. “What?” he asks, watching your face light up.

“Nothing. I just love you,” you say, unable to look away.

He kisses you, heart keeping a steady beat, “I love you too.”

I hope you enjoyed reading! 🩵🩵

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.

(And did anyone catch my Beyoncé Cécred refs?? I have no idea how brand names work with fics so I just stuck to nameless descriptions😭)

- Lauro 🧼

#love lab fics 🧫 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #spider man 2099 #miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #miguel o'hara x black reader #miguel x black reader #sub miguel o'hara #sub miguel #x black reader #x black!reader #afab reader #x black fem reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #seriously though can I say brand names in fics? #i love miguel so much i could do a backflip #my friends are only mildly concered

[junipers-archive]

Meeting The Parent

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Fluff, fluff, meeting Spencers mom in person for the first time!! (short sweet and hints toward marriage at the end :)

It had taken a lot of convincing, and maybe some reassurance on both of your parts, but you'd gotten Spencer to allow you on one of his less-than-often visits to his mom. You'd made the arrangements to take the small road trip with him this weekend and were prepared for the very worst or the very best outcome of the visit.

As of current you were awaitng the 'signal' Spencer had told you he'd give once he explained to his mom that you were here with him. You understood of course how very cautious he was to let people meet her and how protective he was about those he loved.

Hell, you were one of those people, and you loved being one.

Once you got tired of shifting your wait from foot to foot akwardly however, and as nurses passed you by, you decided to move closer to at least look like you were trying to find someone. Instead you got a few cut words from their conversation. His mom's voice being the first heard,

"You're dating her?"

"y-yea mom I'm dating her" he sounded dissapointed.

"why didn't you tell me?! You know you can tell me anything Spencer!" panic rose in you then, you'd been dating for quite substantial amount of time now, why hadn't he even mentioned it?

"I did tell you, you just forgot- Will-Will you just speak to her? Shes here with me, y/n?"

That was your cue, and no one had to know how fast you'd scrambled to meet them in the corner of the nursing home where they sat or how you attempted to slow your pace and heart as you got closer.

"Spencer go get me some water" Her voice wasn't completely monotone but it wasn't cheerful either, reminiscent of a protective mother more like.

"A nurse can get you water-"

"You're my son" She looked to him then "please, get me some water."

Spencer looked between the two of you then and you wondered whether or not he was asking permission from you or her about how to handle this situation. Nevertheless he gave an apologetic smile to you and waded off to find a nurse and get some water.

Thats when you started talking to her.

"Do you love him?" okay so no small talk.

"We love each other." you reply as smoothly as possible earning a nod of approval from her.

"He's special, my Spencer, very special. " At this point shes not even looking at you but has taken to staring wistfully out the window nearby instead. A golden shadow is lighting up the room as the sun sets and you take a seat across from her.

"He is." you agree, following her gaze mainly just to distract yourself.

"How long have you been together?" she looks down to figit with her fingers "I-uh- he talks alot about you and he probably has already told me but-"

"Almost a year in a few weeks."you smile to yourself then thinking of how happy you are to be with him at all.

"So you know him...you really know him don't you?"

"I like to think I do"

"Favorite movie." Its more of a command then a question, and you realize she's commanding you to tell her his favorite movie.

But you could play this game. You could play it all day.

"Le cercle Rouge (1970) but, if we're talking more movie night picking Spence i'd say The Godfather Part II (1974)."

She smiles slightly at this. "Book."

"The illustrated Man by Bradbury is one of his favorites but he's never been able to choose between that or The Narrative Of John Smith by Doyle."

She doesn't even flinch. "Play."

You sigh at that one, knowing she won't stop till he's back, or maybe not even then. "Well..."

You swear it takes him ages to get water and by the time he's back you're seated across from her taking most of her questions in stride. But its the last question right before he gets back that catches you slightly off-guard.

"Do you think you could love him more than I do?"

"I already do." your voice is even, and you're being completely honest with both yourself and her but your own reply surprises you and all it does for her is earn a scoff.

"Impossible" she's staring right at you now, smiling.

You smile back, "I beg to differ." And now he's back.

The subject changes drastically as Spencer asks her questions about how she's being treated, like the perfect son he is. But besides that you talk about the BAU and some of the recent cases, she surprises you when she's able to follow his brain's trace of mind better than most, perhaps better than you.

But after about an hour or two the conversation comes to a lull.

When you're both ready to leave you smile politely and say goodbye, leaving Spencer to say his goodbyes in private.

And despite your better judgement you need to hear what she thought, you need to know if you're good enough for him. So you go behind the same wall you'd been hiding behind in the beginning of the visit and listen, pretending to be on your phone.

"I-It was really nice seeing you, i'll come back tomorrow morning before we leave-"

"Y/n."

He clears his throat then, "yea, uh what-what about her?"

"You better marry that girl Spencer, and you better do it before I die-"

His voice goes up an octave,"Mom stop you're healthy-"

"I'm just saying, she's perfect for you and if you don't marry her before I uh...kick the bucket, I will haunt you for eternity!"

They both laugh then and you can hear the smile in his voice as he replies "Don't worry I wouldn't dream of letting her go."

And despite yourself, once more better judgement, you begin to grin as you head to the car and once you see Spencer in sight start to hint towards how fond you are of marriage.

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[jeffersimp]

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Hey!! Yes, I know, I have some few inbox that I should answer, and don't worry, I will, just let me do a quick post here- -w-

So I'm back with the promised WH headcanons! And I hope you will like them :D

(And yes, it has a short plot now. I did it. I wrote it. ✨

×❢ About my work ❢×

Fluff fluff, all is fluff! No pronouns used for the reader, but good boy/girl mentioned, even if it's expected, there's no smut. Although Howdy is a bit teasing, but it's not r rated so •-•

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Howdy Pillar, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Eddie Dear, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The Characters / The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: LoveGame by Lady Gaga

('cause that is next on my playlist •_•)

“Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame

Do you want love or do you want fame?

Are you in the game?”

(All illustration belongs to Clown!)

Wally Darling

It was quiet in his house, even Home didn't let out a single crack until this moment. There was just one problem. You haven't seen your dearest puppet oh so long ago. The plan was that you two will have a cuddle time together, but he was nowhere. 

You got up from the couch and carefully looked around in the house. You cautiously called out his name, but no one responded. 

You walked around in the house a little bit, hoping to find him. 

He had his own painting room where he could make his own fantasy alive with the brush. 

You walked closer carefully, not to scare him. Even so, he could actually clearly hear you sneaking up behind him, but he was more focused on the picture. 

You peaked through his shoulders to see what he was up to. 

Oh. My. Gosh. Your heart skipped a beat. He was painting a picture of you. How cute! Wally was a very talented artist and you were very amazed in this moment. He always did such a great job. 

"This looks so great, Wally! You are such a good boy!" you said quietly, while you gently placed your head on his shoulder. 

• it comes off to him like compliment

• and it's from you

• his sweetest neighbour

• of course, he is happy! ♡

• "Thank you, Neighbour!"

• he smiles at you happily, hoping that you like his work

• "Do you like it, Neighbour?" 

• omg ofc you like it! How could you not?! 

• He is so happy about the compliment and about that you're liking his work. 

• he just stares at you happily with open mouth, listening your cheerful voice while you commenting of him and his art

Eddie Dear 

Eddie came home and you could tell, he was clearly exhausted. Poor boy, running back and forth all day, and do this job all alone, it must be tiring. 

He got down next to you, just quietly lied down on his back and put his head on your lap. 

"Hey." you said softly, curling his hair gently with your fingers. 

"Hey, love!" he looked at you with his tired eyes, but his lips still curled up into a kind smile. 

You were resting quietly in the warm room, just hearing each other's calm breathing was enough relaxing. 

"It must be hard for you to do this job all alone, Eddie." you said quietly, no to destroy this calm moment that you have been in for awhile. "You're such a good boy!" you chuckled. 

• he slowly opens his eyes, looks straight up at you

• look, idk if they can blush, but now he does it okay? 

• like his face is completely red

• he always gets so flushed when you complimenting him

• he's so flattered 

• and so damn cute ♡

• he's speechless, he can't think of what he could say

• so he just simply says

• "Oh... Erm... Thanks, (Y/N)!" 

• he will definitely give a kiss to your hands in return

• Your compliments mean too much for him ♡

(a.n: btw I love Edddie, he is such a sweetheart 🥺 ♡

He is definitely my favourite character beside Barnaby! ★) 

Barnaby. B. Beagle

 He knew that work is tiring for you and you had a long day. He wanted to do something pleasant for you. He couldn't cook, it was too difficult for him and he didn't wanna blow up the kitchen with his tryings. So instead of cooking, he cleaned out. It was not as perfect like you would did it, but it was acceptable. He was already finished when you were standing in front of the red and blue colored door. It was easy to recognize it. It had similar colors as Barnaby and it was the biggest door in the neighbourhood. 

He opened the door with a happiest smile on his face. He was clearly missing you. He let you in and you immediately took a seat on the comfy couch. 

Just a few minutes after you had some chance to look around. The house wasn't perfectly clean, like you could still something in the conner, but it was enough to make you feel happy and greatful about Barnaby. 

"What a good boy!"

• omg i can imagine how his tail starts wagging

• I mean he's like a dog, but different, but still a dog, so what did you expect?

• he definitely loves it when you call him a good boy

• he just listens your soft and lovely voice while you caressing and rubbing his fluffy head

• he especially likes rubs behind his big ears

• will rest his head on your lap and just melt in and let you to pet and praise him

• probably will bite you carefully in an affection way

• or slobber on you occasionally

• he wants you to say it more times, so he'll try to make you proud as often as he can

• he absolutely loves it ♡

"Thank you, Barnaby!" 

Frank Frankly

You wanted to see your partner's reaction too much to lose this idea. You leaned forward in the chair to get a better look at Frank, then you called him. 

"You are such a good boy, Frank!" 

• he looks up at you strangely and confused

• you can't help, but giggle a little bit cause the frustration

• "Well... Thank you, (Y/N)..." 

• then he goes back to his job

• probably he has to do something with those colorful bugs what are around him

• seems like he found a better company than you :") 

• you stood up and got over to him, tried not to hurt his garden and the bugs

• "But seriously, hon, I do think that you're doing an amazing job!" you said it softly as you hugged him from behind.

"Thank you, Darling." he smiles at you adorably

• he still adores you dw ♡

• but he definitely likes dear, hon, love or even darling more :D

• (btw I think it would make him uncomfortable- not sure, but I feel like- lol)

Howdy Pillar

You rested your arm on the counter as Howdy checked your items. You watched his movements. Slowly tracing your eyes from his face down to his hands, paying attention to details as well.

"Y'know, you do so much work in this place, Howdy. Like a good boy." You added jokingly the last sentence, didn't think of it too much, though.

He stopped moving for and looked up on you. You look directly in his eyes, getting red of embarassment.

"I mean-" You looked away sheepishly. "Not like that, just... You're doing such a good job here, y'know? It must be hard to keep this place alright by yourself." you chuckled awkardly, trying to change the awkard mood that you accidently did.

Howdy was still looking at you, but he didn't seem nervous or weird out about this. He just stared at you and then suddenly his lips curled into a kind, but a teasing smile.

"Yeah, it is." he answered.

He already put in a bag the last item you have bought of him, then he gently gave the bag to you with his third hand.

"You wanna drink a quick Dark Roast with me? Or if you prefer it more, you can have orange juice, or tea." he leaned closer to you on the counter.

"Sure." you said.

He walked away from the counter as one of his hands started to lead you beside him.

He glanced at you with a smile and said

"You still have to pay, though. Don't think that I'll forgot."

• omg-

• i don't think he'll mind it y'know

• but he prefers call you a good pet/boy/girl

• he may get teasy about it

• beside that, he will treat it as a compliment (cause he really deserves it)

• call him often, he won't mind

• just please don't call him like that in public :>

• he's cool with it :D

#wh #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #welcome home fanart #wally darling #wally darling x reader #barnaby b beagle #barnaby b beagle x reader #eddie dear #eddie dear x reader #frank frankly #frank frankly x reader #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #wh x reader #welcome home x reader

[nardaviel]

i commissioned this absolutely stunning art from @the-phantom-peach for my shuake roleswap au!! it illustrates a lil moment i wrote about, which is under the readmore (beware sad feelings):

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"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Grow it."

"Amamiya—"

Ren had looked tired that evening. Shadows dark as bruises under his eyes, less performative bounce in his movements. But he'd still texted Goro asking to meet, and he'd still smiled at him as he spoke, potted sunflower plant held out in offering. "If I got you cut flowers, they'd just die. This way you're stuck with them."

"I could just put the whole thing in the trash."

Goro would go back and swallow the words if he could. But back then, he'd just wanted to get under Ren's skin, to see if it was possible more than anything. It didn't happen that night; Ren's eyes crinkled with amusement, like they always did when Goro was curt.

"But I spent so long picking it out. I checked whether it's safe for cats and everything."

When in retrospect, it's clear that he'd known Morgana wasn't a cat at all. The little shit.

Goro stares at the dwarf sunflower plant growing contentedly on his windowsill. What was Ren's message with it, he thinks distantly, beyond the obvious flirtation. He's wondered that for months, turning over the question in his mind when he should've been sleeping, studying hanakotoba, but he never came to any conclusions and it never occurred to him to ask, so now he'll be thinking about it forever. Endlessly, stretching on into the distant future, while he gets older and goes to university and becomes an adult, and the world forgets Ren Amamiya ever existed. Why did he even bother saving such a country? Let it fucking rot.

I'll never forget him. I'll die carrying his memory.

Goro means the vow with all his determination, every atom of his will and all the choked grief still gathering in his chest like blood in a wound that's been stitched too soon. But it doesn't matter whether he means it or not. It's not enough. Too little too late; the pitiful offering of the one who let Ren die. Ren took his glittering gaze and his pointed wit and his labyrinthine mysteries and his constant, inexplicable affection, and he shattered them all on the Velvet Room floor. No amount of remembrance will undo that.

#shuake #p5 #need to make a roleswap au tag ......... #sunflower roleswap au #tag created #my post

[junosmindpalace]

“on the count of three. one…” 

“it’s not fair. i got a lot of chips.” 

“two…three!”

at once, four bags with spooky illustrations were turned upside down, and at once, the sound of wrappers crinkling and solids crashing onto the joint up desks in the centre of the classroom created a mass of unpleasant sound.  

“satoru, get away! your pile will mix with mine!”

the bags were shaken extra thoroughly to make sure nothing was caught or remained inside, and were then discarded on the floor with loud swooshes as they cut through the air. 

“oh, come on.” shoko stared in exasperation at the boys' heaps of various candies, chocolates and bags of chips. “why do you two always get the biggest piles?”

“they can’t resist my charm.” gojo puffed out his chest, while suguru only gave him a deadpan look. 

“ready to count?”

the group nodded and the overlapping crinkling noises resumed as hands dived in to sort through the seas of treats of all different sizes and colors. 

halloween, out of all holidays, was one your second year group was always particularly enthusiastic about. it had become a sort of tradition to dress up and go out trick or treating in the neighbourhoods near the school, only to meet back later in the evening to tally up each individual’s candy amount and see who ended up with the largest haul. 

the rules were simple: whoever had the largest combination of candies and chocolates won. chips did not count.

satoru and suguru were usually neck and neck in this competition to you and shoko’s immense frustration. suguru had won the first year, satoru the last. the slimey bastards knew the best neighbourhoods to visit and which suckers would be the easiest to charm into receiving a larger haul. 

you, especially, were determined to claim a victory of your own, taking into account all the best neighbourhoods yourself. you were quite satisfied with your haul this year, and felt that it might be able to rival your friends’ usual heaps.

“a hundred and seventeen!” satoru was the first to declare, slumping back in his seat with a proud smirk and his arms crossed over his chest. “try beating that.”

“ninety six.” shoko groaned as she threw down the last piece of chocolate into her counted pile, reclining back in defeat. 

“one hundred and seven.” suguru finished with a similar defeated tone, leaning a hand on his cheek. 

“a hundred and twenty!” you cheered when you finished your count, jumping in joy over your victory. you were right. this year's haul was fruitful. satoru straightened in his seat in disbelief with a loud “what?!” as he hovered over his seat to examine your pile. 

“whoa, off by only a few? some bad luck.” shoko chuckled as she reached across the desks toward your pile. “it’s about time someone else got the lead over you two. let me have a chocolate bar.”

satoru huffed, collapsing back into his chair and pressing his cheek up against the table as he watched you start to dig into your pile of goods. 

“you two needed to be humbled.” you stated matter of factly as you tossed a piece of chocolate into your mouth. your makeup was starting to wear off, accessories of your costume removed and set down somewhere in the classroom after a tiring night out. 

“don’t get so proud, now. you won by one.” satoru grumbled through the plastic fangs in his mouth. his cape draped lazily over his figure as he slumped, shielding him in a sort of mourning figure. 

“still won.” you rebuttled simply and proudly, shooting him a sickly sweet smile as you turned your nose up at him. satoru’s lower lip jutted out in frustration. suguru watched the exchange with raised brows and a roll of his eyes. 

“you had a hundred and twenty five.” suguru said suddenly on his walk home from the school with satoru, their hauls secured back into their bags at their sides. satoru had taken out his fangs and was sucking on a lollipop when he turned his head in confusion.

“huh?”

“you had a hundred and twenty five candies by the end of the night. i heard you counting on our way back. why’d you say otherwise?”

satoru blinked owlishly before taking the lollipop out of his mouth. he stared up at the dim yellow street light as if in thought.

“well, y/n was really eager to win. embarrassingly eager, even.” satoru rolled his eyes. “seemed certain of their victory.”

“so?” 

satoru was quiet for a moment, still staring up at the sky. “i didn’t want to ruin that.”

if there were ever times suguru was caught off guard by something satoru said, this moment took the crown. he stared in surprise at satoru’s reflective expression, his pale cheeks tinted pink from the cool crisp air.

this expression however, got satoru defensive, and he stubbornly turned back toward him with a defiant look on his face. “what about it?”

suguru eventually blinked and straightened. “nothing. that was nice of you.”

“now i’m regretting it though.” satoru tried to diverge, sticking the lollipop back into his mouth. “with all that bragging.”

“that’s how you sound, you know.” 

if suguru wasn’t busy keeping going over a game plan for securing a large haul, perhaps he would have been able to catch on to the tender look on satoru's face as he basked in your enthusiasm over the decorations and the costumes and the atmosphere. if suguru wasn't keeping track of his own pile, maybe he would’ve been able to spot satoru gently placing a handful of his own chocolates into your bag while you, at one point, left it unattended. and maybe if he wasn’t so amused by satoru’s "distress" over being outdone, he would’ve been able to catch on to the small smile that danced on his lips as he watched you celebrate your victory and enjoy your favorite chocolates. 

maybe if suguru wasn’t so tired he’d would've been more attentive, use the clues to make a connection that would make excellent blackmail. but the night stretched out longer than usual and he was already thinking of all the missions he’d be out on due to the onslaught of curses produced tonight. 

this was to satoru’s immense relief. and as he parted ways with suguru, he reflected back on their conversation and hoped that you had been too enamored with your victory to notice anything either.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴄᴇɴᴛᴀᴜʀ! ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, Monster fucking, size difference, sexual tension, nudity, skinny dipping, reader is describe to have wide hips and perky ass, masturbation, outdoor set, titty sucking, oral (f receiving), stomach bulge, kissing.

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Mythology had always caught your interest, specially the being mentioned in the many stories and studies you've done. But a particular one has caught your eye. The Centaur. This mythical creature has fascinated you. The lore to it had you hooked. You always wondered how it was possible for a man and horse to be fused together. Who knows, it's only legends and myths that wouldn't be possible to scientifically prove. It was still fun to learn and read about them.

In your free time you'd be reading your book over and over, you never got tired of reading your book about myths and legends from around the world. That's what you were doing at the moment, reading the same myth again. You were in love with it, specially the pictures of the centaur. You couldn't help but wonder how handsome he was, probably to get you hooked on the story or just because who ever illustrated the book thought it would be a good idea.

Your reading was cut short when you had to go out into the forest to collect samples for the scientists. You put your book away, you got ready to go. You were a biologist, who studied all kinds of life human, animal, plants and the environment that they lived in. They needed you so that the others could get the proper samples they needed. When you done getting ready, you were sent off.

The woods seemed calm, and here you were. Collecting samples on your own. You were used to doing things alone. It made you focus and work faster, when you'd be with a group of colleagues it took much longer. You also felt a bit relaxed, listening to the forest as you did your work. You were too caught up in cutting plants and digging roots from the dirt, you got dirt under your nails for sure. You'd clean them later. You went a bit further into the woods, wanting to get more than enough samples for your team of scientists. They needed as much as possible so that each individual could study there fair share.

You were too busy on your work that you didn't even notice a thanator creeping by. Searching for something to eat. You had your back turned to it, you were on your knees, digging with your hands to get a root. Then you stopped, hearing a bush rattle, you stopped and got up quickly. Looking around, studying your surroundings. You saw nothing at first, but then you turned around slowly. You saw the black panther like creature, staring back at you. The creature liked its fangs, you gripped tightly onto your knife in hand. You weren't going to die without a fight.

Slowly, you began to walk backwards, looking at the creature in the eyes, this was something you were told when out in the woods, to never turn your back on a giant wild cat. So you walked slowly, trying to get the beast to leave you alone. But then you fell backwards, losing your balance due to a huge root sticking out of the ground. This gave the Thanator a sign that it'll eat you, without thinking twice. You got up and started running for your life. The Thanator hot on your tail.

You ran, as fast as you could. Thanks to your small body, you were able to slip though small spaces, giving you time to run as the creature struggled to get to you. While you ran, you did not turn back to look at the creature still after you. You didn't want to grow any more fear then what you were already feeling, so you ran and did not look back. You then spotted a clit, and heard a waterfall bellow, assuming there was a river or a pond bellow. So you jumped, the thanator had tried to get you with its claws, it scratched you right on the arm. But you fell down to the water.

The river was strong, taking you down with it with all it's force, you tried to hold onto something, but the water was too much. You was dragged down the river. You popped your head up to try and breath, but the water was pushing you further down. It took about almost fifteen minutes until you were dragged down a shallow end. You manage to crawl out into the wet dirt. You were breathing, as if you have never breath in your life. You were weak, wet and tired. You already felt the soreness hit you. You laid on your side, trying to catch your breath. Then you felt a sharp pain on your left bicep, seen the huge ugly scratch on it. That'll scar, hopefully it doesn't go infected. You just sighed, laying your head on the wet dirt that got on your face. Slowly closing your eyes in exhaustion. As your eyes began to heavy, you couldn't help but spot a figure walking towards you from the woods. You weren't able to have a proper look at it, you only saw a what seemed to be a man, but his lover body, was much bigger. You had closed your eyes completely passing out.

You had began to wake up some time later, who knows how long you've been out cold. It must have been a while since you saw how it was dark already. You were lying on your back, your clothes were still wet, but the ground was dried. You slowly sat up, groaning in pain, looking at your arm, you saw that there was a huge leaf wrapped around were your wound was. Moving your arm, you felt some sticking substance on your wound, you touched the leaf, gently lifting it so see what it was. It was thick green like paste, and the leaf kept the past from falling off your wound. "Don't touch it or else it won't heal properly." You heard a very masculine voice in front of you say.

Looking over to see who it was, you saw a man, he was no ordinary man, but a na'vi man. You've heard of the native's, how they're very tall and muscular, he was both. You also couldn't help how handsome he was. His eyes were a yellow color, similar to a tiger's. His nose was on of a cats, his cheeks bones were very visible and his hair was long, both sides of his head were shaved, but his hair was the longest with braids, feathers and beads on it. He was very handsome, you only got to see his chest and neck. He was wearing a beaded choker and some kind of band on his chest with a knife quiver. He was sitting across a fire he had build between you both.

"You're far from home kid." He said, going back to doing what he was doing. He was using his knife to cut something, that something sounded like as if he was cutting fruits. "You helped me... why?" you asked. Wondering why a native helped you? Normally they'd leave you to die or kill you themselves. "Because you needed it. I had the same experience as you. I was also chased by a thanator, except I didn't get wounded." He explained, interesting. You wanted to get a better view of him. So you began to sit up, slightly groaning by soreness on your body. You stretched your upper body, making your tense muscles relax. You were now sitting properly. "Well... Thank you, for helping me." You said to the man, who was still cutting a fruit. He simply nodded.

There was an awkward silence. You didn't know what to say or do, so you just kept quiet. You trialed down at him, seen how strong he looked. From his arms, chest and his abs. Man, he seemed as if he had put in the work into having that kind of body. The more you look, that was when you saw his lower body. Your eyes went wide, seen that he did not have a pair logs like a man. They where instead of a dire horse. His hooves looked strong, as if he could kick the life out of you. Looking over, slightly moving to see more, he had more than just four legs. He had a total of six legs. "What? Never seen a creature like me?" Jake asked, seen the look on your face, you looked like a fish gasping for water. "Not in person no.." you admitted.

This caught Jake's attention. "In person? So you've heard of my kind?" he asked, then he handed you a cut up fruit. It was a huge, it took up all of your hand. You took it from his hand, slightly touching his palms. "Thank you. I mean yeah. I've read myths and legends of the centaur. I just thought they were only myths..." you admitted, the man only chuckled. "Myths? That's a new one." He said, biting a piece of the sliced yovo fruit. "New one?" you asked him, wondering what he meant by that. "People that I've come across, often think that were were breed like this. That a horse and a na'vi had intimacy and that's why we are how we are." He explained. "Hm, I've read much word weirder things. But this takes the whole cake." You commented, making the man laugh. It made you blush a bit, you had made a very handsome horse man laugh.

"Well, It's only proper for me to introduce myself, my name is Jake Sully." He said, you tilted your head a bit. "Jake Sully? That's a very human name." You commented, eating a slice from the fruit, biting the squishy texture from the peal. Jake watched as you ate your fruit, you couldn't help but look at your mouth. Gently sucking on the peal, trying to drink it's nectar. He watched a little droplet of juice running down your chin, his eyes slightly dilated. He liked what he was seen, but he shook his head. "Hurry up and eat your fruit then go sleep. We have a long day tomorrow." He said, finishing his last slide of fruit, before lying on his side, getting comfortable. You only hummed, going back to laying down on the grass, getting comfortable as possible to go back to sleep. You can softly hear him snoring, he was fast asleep. You tried going back to sleep, closing your eyes, only listening to the small fire crackling and his soft snoring.

The next morning, you were woken up by Jake. He said that you needed to get going before the day ended. He was planning on taking you back to the lab. You got up from the ground and up on your feet, stretching your body, hearing few joints pop and your body was sore. From yesterday and because you were laying on the hard ground. You yawned softly, tears welled up in your eyes. You wiped them away, along with any kind of grim on your eyes. "Come on kid, let go." Jake said, as he turned off the fire with some water he carried in a bottle. You nodded. "Alright alright." You yawned again. Going over to him.

You were now walking with the centaur in the woods, side to side. He was quiet the whole time. You'd look up at him every now and then, seen how big he was compared to you. You knew that na'vi and dire horse were big. But not as big as he was. He was almost a giant. You just noticed that you had lost your small bag which held the samples that you needed, you sighed in annoyance, so you nearly got killed by a thanator for nothing. Well, you were helped by a very handsome horse man, you'd do it again just to see him.

The whole walk you'd stumble and fall sometimes, getting slightly hurt. It must be because you weren't very familiar with the woods. Jake could only watch you, struggling. He thought it was funny seen such a tiny human like you, falling. It was obvious that humans like you weren't experts in wondering around the forest. It was like watching a baby take it's first steps. He knew he needed to help you or else you'd be stuck here all day and night, so he had an idea.

"Take off your shoes." Jake said, making you turn to him as you dusted from leaves off your hair. "Hm? What?" you asked him. "Take off your shoes kid, I don't like repeating myself." He said to you. "Okay okay." You said, sitting on the floor, unlacing your shoes off. "Socks too." He said, watching you removing your shoes. You looked up at him confused, but you did anyway. Now you were barefooted. "Now what?" you asked him. You watched how he got down on six of his hooves. "Get on." He said, making your eyes widen by his sudden request. "You want me to get on you?" You asked, confused. "Yeah, if you continue to walk, we'll be stuck in the forest for days, now hop on." He said. You walked over to him, trying to find a way to get on him. He simply watched you, seen what you were doing.

Until finally, you finally got a hold of him, slightly jumping on him. Your right went up first, then you pulled yourself up to him. Now you were sitting on him, you got comfortable. Jake then got back up on his feet. "See, that wasn't hard now was it?" he asked with a little smirk on his face, making your face heat up. He then grabbed your small hands, placing them around his lower waist, so that you could hold onto him. You felt both his soft flat stomach under his belly bottom, touching were his abdomen should be and your arms brushed against his leathers corset like band. Your chest lightly pressed against his strong back. Your breasts softly touching his muscles, your nipples softly going erect in arousal. Once you were holding onto him, he began to walk again.

The whole ride, you couldn't help but feel all sorts of things. You were literally riding a centaur. The same creature that you have been fascinated by for years. Were you dreaming? Did you hit your head or something? You had so many thoughts in your head. You had been quiet the whole ride, and so was he. There wasn't anything you could talk about, you doubted that he wanted to learn about humans or what you did for a living. You laid your head on his back, avoiding his hair, sighing out of boredom. "What's on your mind kid?" he broke the silence. Making you lift your head from his back. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking." You responded, still holding onto him by the waist. He just hummed, walking on the path of dirt, leaving behind his hoof prints.

After a couple more hours of walking, you came to stop, near a river. He got down, allowing you to get off him. "I need to check your wound." He said, going over to the river with you on his side. He got down on legs, sitting down. Gesturing you to get close. Once close, he sat you down on your knees. He began to remove the leaf off your arm, the paste was dried. He reached over to the water, grabbing some on his hand and putting it on the paste, making it wet. Easily removing it. You watched as he worked, your eyes were focused on your wound at first then you turned to look at him, seen him focused on getting the paste off you. Now that the paste was fully gone, your wound showed. Three red huge scratch marks were on your skin. It looked a lot better. It might scar, but it could've been worst.

"It needs to breath." Jake commented, looking back at you in the eyes. Seen how you were staring back at him. You only nodded. "Right, yeah." You responded immediately. Jake slightly chuckled. He then got up from the floor, beginning to take off his chest band and his waist corset. "What are you doing?" you asked him. He placed his things on the floor. "I'm going for a dip, you can join if you want." He said. Once his stuff was off, he walked into the water, you watched how the bottom of his horse body began to disappear into the water, only up his waist showed. He turned around to look at you, still sitting on the dirt. Watching him with your mouth slightly open. He chuckled by the look on your face. He then turned back, going a bit deeper into the water, to get his whole body wet.

You just watched him, going more into the water, seen his blue skin disappearing in the clear water. Looking down at yourself, you saw the dirt on your skin and clothes. Maybe you did need a bath. So you got up from the ground, beginning to take off your brown shorts. Pulling them down to the floor, followed by your panties. Then came your shirt, you pulled it over your head, exposing your soft flesh to the air, your nipples quickly went erect. You touched the water with your foot first, feeling how cold it was, but once you were in the water, it'll feel warm. So you slowly began to walk into the water, covering your chest with your arms as you went further in. The cold water made you squeak, it was slowly consuming you. Finally you were in the water, reaching up to your neck, you shivered under water. "Changed your mind?" Jake asked, looking over at you. He had come out from the deeper end. His torso was on full display, water dripping from his toned blue body.

You only nodded. "Yeah, I figured a should get cleaned up a bit." You said to him, he couldn't help but grin, seen how flushed your face looked. "Alright." He said, turning back to cleaning himself. You only nodded and processed to do the same. You brushed off the dirt attached to your skin, making the water around you slightly brown because of the dirt. Your skin was much cleaner now. You then dipped your head into the water to get your hair and face wet. You didn't have a brush, so your fingers will do. You then began to step out of the water walking towards the river and back into the shore.

Jake had heard the water moving around him, he turned to see what it was. He watched you stepping out of the water, his eyes widen, seen your wet skin glowing in the sun light. As you had your back turned, busy squeezing the access water from your hair, he got a good view of your figure. He had a nice view, he watched how the droplets of water rolling down your back and behind the back of your thighs. He couldn't help but stare at your wide hips and perky ass. He knew that it was real, the way it jiggled and how your thighs were also as big. He also got a view your hip dips. You were like some kind of goddess in his eyes. God, he couldn't keep himself together. He felt his body beginning to heat up in the cold water, he felt his cock twitching under water.

He couldn't help but lick his bottom thin lip. He had wanted you the moment you had sat on him, and rode him him around. He could smell your arousal through your shorts, it was pretty strong. He took this as a sign that you wanted him as well. He wanted you, and he was going to have you.

You both decided to stay near the river for the night. It would take another day to get you back to the lab. You were a couple meters away, back in the forest. Jake had made another fire so that you and him could stay warm. You were still naked, you had washed your clothes, in attempt to get the mud and dirt off. Now it was sitting on a rock drying. At the moment you were eating some fish that were around the river, Jake had caught them easily with his hands. You both ate in silence, Jake had finished his fish while you kept on eating yours. It was bit to big to finish in a moment.

You had finally finished eating the huge thing. You felt a bit full, you saw the small food baby in your belly. You only licked the bones of the fish and your lips, getting any little rest of the fish. You sighed, placing the bones on the leaf used a plate. Then laid down, good thing you weren't wearing your shorts. "I see that you enjoyed it?" He asked you, watching you as you were lied down on the grass. Looking at your naked body, glowing by the light of the fire. Your skin looked very smooth. He looked at how your nipples stood up. He couldn't help but lick his bottom lip again. "Yeah, that was good. How did you learn to cook like that?" you asked him, sitting up, holding your weight on your elbows. Oblivious to the fact you are literally naked in front of the horse man.

"We're taught to survive in the woods, that means, hunting, fishing, cooking and you know." He listed, still looking at your body. Seen how your little blotted belly began to grow small. "Hm, Interesting." You said, laying back down on the soft ground. Eating that big fish had you feeling sleeping. You let out a soft yawn. "You should sleep now." Jake said towards you, who was already yawning and closing your eyes. Already falling asleep. Jake just chuckled, watching you slowly drifting into slumber.

A couple hours had passed, you slowly began to wake up. You hummed, stretching your body on the ground, then you felt your bladder about to explode. You had to use the bathroom. So you got up and went behind him bushes to do your business. A couple minutes after, you went back to the river to clean yourself between your legs. When done, you went back to where you were sleeping in, touching your clothes that hanged on branches, it was still damp. You weren't going to put damp clothes on. So you left them, looking over, you saw how Jake was gone.

You looked around, trying to see if you could find him, but he was nowhere near the small fire. "Jake?" you called out to him, nothing. "Jake!" you slightly shouted this time, still nothing. Looking down on his sleeping spot, you saw the footprints of his hooves, you decided to follow them. As you followed the prints, you could hear something. You stopped and listened closely. It sounded like breathing, harsh breathing and groaning. You listened closely, it sounded like Jake was making those noises.

The closer you got, the louder it got. You could here him cursing under his breath and you could hear some smacking happening. What was he doing? You thought to yourself. The closer you got, the more you heard. Jake let out a moan and a grunt. "Fuck!" he hissed. Was he okay? Was he hurt? You wondered, so you got closer. You moved some leaves away, then that was when you froze on the spot. Your eyes slightly widening, by the sight.

There was Jake. He was bucking his hips against the giant soft looking mushroom. His cock fully out and erect, his veins were pulsing around his shaft. Rubbing against the soft flat top on the giant fungi. He was relieving himself. This is something horses did. They'd either smack their cocks onto their stomachs or rub them on an object. He was clearly masturbating. Maybe it was to release stress? Or just because it was what horses did, but he wasn't just a horse, he was also a man.

Jake groaned, biting his bottom lip hard and his eyes were screwed shut. Sweat was building up on his forehead, droplets rolling down the side of his face to his neck. "Oh god kid!" he groaned, bucking his hips against the soft fungi. He had thought of you as he tried to relieve himself. He couldn't get you out of his head, he really wished that you'd be laying on this fungi allowing him to fuck you. He really wanted you. So bad, it almost hurt. Then he heard some noises, turning around, he saw you. Standing there with your eyes wide, looking at him trying to relieve himself.

"Please... help me.." he whined, still bucking his hips. "I need your help.." He hissed, gripping tightly onto the mushroom. You looked at him. "My help?" you asked, looking down back at his cock, still rubbing against the flat mushroom head. "Yes, please help me.. I need your help." He whined. You weren't sure whether to help him or not, you didn't know how you could help him. "Please, I beg you!" He groaned. You hated seen him in such pain, so you you decided to help him. It was the least you could do since he helped you. Slowly you walked forward. Now you stood in front of him, in a quick motion. He grabbed your small body and placed it on the mushroom.

Now you were laying on the fungi. Just like how he imagined. You laying here, naked underneath him. He got down on his legs, in a siting position. His body was above yours. Caging you with his huge arms around your head. "I've waited for this moment" he growled softly, before you could say anything, his lips crashed into your. His whole mouth, he was kissing you. It was a hard kiss, you felt his teeth and tongue trying devour you. It felt arousing in a way. You threw your arms over his head, trying to also kiss him back, but his kiss was hungry and needy. He really did want this.

When he pulled away, he went down to kiss your neck, gently kissing and licking every bit of skin he could. "Oh fuck!" he growled. Kissing and licking some more. "When we were at the river." He stopped, looking at your breasts, face to face with the soft flesh. "I just wanted to take you on the spot!" he then pushed his face onto your chest, kissing around your plush breasts, he then took one of his nipples into your mouth. Making you moan loudly, his right hand then came, taking your neglected breasts into his huge hand squeezing it as he sucked onto your nipple. "Mm! God this tits! I couldn't stop thinking what it was like to taste them!" you mentioned, pulling away, seen the small bit of spit covered nipple. He continued to admire your breasts, seen that you were breathing for air. Your face was flushed and your mouth was slightly open.

He then lowed down, he was now between your legs. He grabbed them and spread them wide. You couldn't help but whimper a bit, seen that your glistening folds were on full display. "You think I wouldn't notice how you looked at me? I smell you when you sat on me and rode me." He brought up, making you look at him, holding yourself up with your elbows. Seen the hungry look on his eyes, he was busy staring at your pink folds. Without a warning he buried his face between your legs. "Ahh!" you moaned loudly, throwing your back onto the soft fungi. You felt how his tongue licked your entire pussy. He began to suck onto your as his tongue thrusted into you. You brought the back of your hand up to your lip, gently biting it, as a form to hide your moans. He continued to suck and lick as if he had been starving for days. He was hitting every spot, causing you to jolt every now and then.

After a couple minutes, he had pulled away. His lips had your juices stuck to them. You laying on your back, your body shaking like crazy. You were close, but Jake had pulled away just. You felt energy draining from your body. "We're not done yet kid." He said, you saw the grin on his face, you knew that he was being serious. He let your legs go, but kept them spread, then he got up from the ground, moving up. His horse like body was now above you, his cock was as hard as a rock and his tip was leaking precum. Jake positioned his four upper legs right next either side of your small torso. His hind legs were carrying his whole body, but with the help of the flat fungi, he had enough support.

You held onto the upper body, softly digging your fingers onto his skin. Jake took this as a sign and pushed right in slowly. You gasped, digging your nails onto the flesh, feeling his huge tip began to thrust inside your tight hole. "Oh! You're tight!" he commented, holding onto a thick branch as he thrusted into you. Looking down, you saw the massive bulge in your belly. The stretching of your pussy slightly burned, but it felt so good, you were already clenching around him. Jake groaned, feeling your tight squishy walls gripping onto him. After you got slightly adjusted to his size, he slowly began to thrust into you, he didn't want to hurt you, so he went slowly.

Your body was on fire, just like before, he was hitting all your good spots, making your body shiver like crazy. The stretching of your legs also burned a bit, but you weren't focused on that. You were enjoying getting stretched by his massive tip. "You're enjoying this aren't you? I can feel you trying to milk me!" he growled, gripping tightly onto the branch as he continued to thrust into you. "I just want to keep you! For myself!" He moaned at each thrust. "Imagine!" he groaned as he thrusted a bit much faster, going further in. "You! As my little wife!" He growled. "You'll only be mine! And mine alone!" he bit onto his lip hard, he felt himself getting closer.

And so were you, you were close to reaching your climax. His tip was hitting your g-spot. You felt your body getting weaker and weaker by the minute. All that was heard was the sound of skin slapping and your moans of pleasure. Your nails were dogged in his skin and your legs were about to give out. You almost couldn't take it, you were so close to passing out too. "I'm! I'm!" Jake tried to say, but he couldn't, he just keep thrusting as if his life depended on it. He was hammering down your poor pussy. Without a warning, he had bucked his hips one final time and he came deep inside you.

You had let out a scream, as he came so did you. He stayed still, all six legs were shaking. He hadn't pulled out yet, he made sure that you took most of his seed. You were completely filled to the brim. You felt as if you were going to explode. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled away from you, making you whimper. His seed slowly poured out of you. Jake got down from you, he was now facing you down. Seen your sweat covered body and your body shivering like crazy. "How do you feel?" he asked you, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "..G-Good.." you whispered to him, with a small grin on your lips. Jake got down, kissing your lips softly. "That's good" he purred softly against his lips.

You both headed back to your so called little camp. You had gone to take care of business, as much as pain you were in, you still manage to walk over to the river. Jake was back, laying on his side waiting for you to come back. When you were back, you were slightly limping, which made Jake smirk by the sight. You manage to walk over to where was laying. He then pulled you close to him, nuzzling to you close. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling close to him. It didn't take long for the two of you to go to sleep.

The next morning, you were sore like a bitch. Your whole body ached, specially your legs. Jake had to help you up. As much pain you were in, it was worth it. As you got your dried clothes from the branches, Jake put out the small fire. You stopped from putting your panties on, and looked over at him. "Did you mean what you said last night?" you asked. Then Jake turned to you, he had a bit of a shy look on his face. "I mean, yeah. I know I only met you in a day, but, I wish to start a life with you." He confessed, his cheeks turning a purple color. You couldn't help but smile. "I was wishing you'd say that" You said with a smile. You saw that happy look on his face. "Really?" He asked, you nodded. He was happy, you saw how his hoof tapped onto the ground.

You decided not to put on your clothes, you felt as if you weren't going to need them, so you just left them were they were. You walked over to Jake, he then leaned down, so that you could hop onto his horse back. Once on his back, he got up back on his hooves, going on his way back to his village with you as his now wife.

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[thefreakandthehair]

a steddie fanfiction written for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang by @thefreakandthehair with illustration by @janie-bean and beta-read by @steddieasitgoes

Chapter Two

“Do you think it’s like, Upside Down contaminated or something? This doesn’t seem like an Earthly substance,” Eddie asks, exhaling a heavy sigh and staring down at the floor with unblinking eyes and both hands knotted in his hair. 

“I doubt that Kroger carries demoflour, Ed,” Steve says, resting an elbow on Eddie’s shoulder. “But that would be just our luck.” 

It must be the exhaustion, but Steve swears he sees a warm flush to Eddie’s cheeks when he turns to laugh. 

Robin levels Steve with a look he only catches the tail-end of because she groans and stalks over to the counter. There’s a few seconds of silence after she dials, Eddie and Steve looking back and forth between each other and the phone. 

“Hey, Hopper! Is Joyce there? I’ve got a question.” 

“She’s a genius,” Steve nods, appreciative. “Didn’t even think of that.” 

“Me neither. Then again, I’m so tired I’m starting to smell colors so… there’s that. I might just sleep here, get nice and cozy under the prep station in the kitchen.”

Eddie yawns and Steve’s chest tightens. 

They’ve both given up so much, and it’s not lost on him that the bakery is his dream, his goal, his hope. Neither of them are obligated to devote the same time and attention to it, or spend these painfully long days sweating behind aprons and probably doing irreparable damage to their sleep cycles in the process. One day, Steve will find a way to thank them both and if he doesn’t, he knows that he’ll spend the rest of his life trying. 

Starting now. 

“Let me give you a ride home. Your van’s safe in the back and I’ve gotta drop Robin off anyways.” 

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[chronicbeans]

Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (part 4)

Howdy's Place! Howdy's Place! Howdy's Place!

TW: Mentions of Varying Mental Illnesses and Medication, Hallucinations

🐻 You hum, looking at the question list you made up as you sit in the cafe area of Howdy's Place. It kind of reminds you of how the bookstore nearby has a cafe, too. You look around, waiting for Me. Darling. You made it here early, much like the last time you went somewhere to meet him. You don't want to make a poor second impression. After all, the first one you made with your staring? Must've been awful.

🐻 To your surprise, Howdy casually strolls up to you. He usually never leaves his cash register, so it is a surprise to see him not only leave his post, but single out YOU. Does he know you are here to see Mr. Darling?

🐻"Morning, (Y/N)!" You giggle, pointing to the clock "It is afternoon, Howdy. But, I appreciate the thought. Afternoon, Howdy. Do you need something?" Howdy chuckles, placing his hands on his hips "This is my store, and I say it isn't afternoon until it hits 12 on the dot. It's only 11:30. Anyways, I gotta talk to you about something."

🐻 He sits across from you, looking out the window as he asks "You work with a lot of kids, yeah? How many of them have what can be considered mental illnesses. I am not asking for me, or for any specific names. I just want to know for a friend. They are thinking of bringing their kid there, but couldn't find anything on the websites or flyers." You tilt your head, thinking, before saying "A lot of them, actually. A few have what could be considered childhood depression, for a variety of reasons. A lot of them have some sort of anxiety, these days. Is there anything in particular they want to know about?"

🐻Howdy looks back to you, then down at the table, as if thinking on how to word his question. Then, he speaks again, in a very quiet voice "Well... I already know that you have cared for children on the autism spectrum. It's just that... Umm... My friend's kid has hallucinations, too. They don't know why, yet. They want to know if they would be in a safe, nonjudgmental place at the daycare."

🐻 Oh... OH. You got it, now. You smile, shrugging "Well, we have had kids with hallucinations, before. It was caused by a head injury, so if your friend's kid went through that, I also have direct experience with their case. Do they have any medications?" Howdy shakes his head. "Nope. They took some for a bit, but they said that they didn't like the side effects. They tried a few more, only to decide to try talk therapy on its own for a bit. They have been doing better, now, but it still gets to them from time to time. They are good at hiding when it does." You nod again, thinking for a bit. "There have been some cases where children went without medication because the ones they tried didn't work and the remaining options were restricted to a higher age. Your friend's kid should be fine."

🐻 Howdy nods, looking outside the window again. He gets up as he sees a specific car pull into the parking lot. You grab his sleeve to get his attention. "Let your friend know that, even if there are a few problems along the way, I will be by their kid's side to help them through. I believe that every child should be given a chance to succeed." Howdy smiles, nodding. "Thanks. I'll let them know. They are just outside." With that, he quickly leaves.

🐻 You sit back, looking at the clock. It is about... 11:55? You have never been the best at reading analog clocks, even though you know how. You look back to your list of questions, trying to think of which one you should ask, first. Time and date sounds the most important, yes, but it would be a relatively quick thing to figure out compared to activities. So it could be asked at the end. Then there's the question if-

🐻"Hello." You look up, seeing Mr. Darling. He looks a bit tired, but his grin is still there. He also seems to be wearing a... Disguise of some sort? He's let his blue hair down from its normal style, allowing it to fall down into a waterfall of slightly curly, coarse strands. He is also wearing a dark sweater, with a hood over his head. You grin, waving "Hello! You look nice, today?"

🐻 "Yeah..." His face turns a slight pink as he says that, before he sits down. "You don't look so bad, yourself... Um... What should we talk about, first?" You look down at your papers, before looking at the bottom of the list. That should be relatively quick, right? "Well... Before the main stuff, I was just wondering how you knew my name, yesterday? I don't remember telling you it." He chuckles, letting out a very odd, but charming sounding laugh. He grins lazily as he says "I asked Frank, the library owner. He is a good friend of mine! He saw you running out, so he walked over to me and asked if I had anything to do with it. That's when I asked. Sorry if it scared you."

🐻 Giggling, you shake your head "Not at all. You could never scare me. You seem too nice to do anything bad." He taps his fingers against the table. "Really...?" You nod slowly, before picking another question to ask.

🐻 After that conversation with Howdy, you find yourself noticing the odd little things about Mr. Darling that make you go "hmmm". His odd way of looking at you for long periods, before suddenly looking to the side or making a strange expression for a moment is one thing. Then, when he takes out a few items to show you ideas for activities, he stares at a sketchbook for a few moments, as if something is wrong with it, before placing it with the other items. You had noticed these before, at the book signing, but didn't think anything of it.

🐻"Ah, this one is easy. I live a few hours away from here. About two, I think." Your eyes widen. You ask, just to be sure "Like... You live a few hours away from here permanently? Or is it a summer home, or...?" He lets out that laugh, again. "Permanently. I don't need to live somewhere fancy or anything. This small town is great for atmosphere and I'd rather just live with my best friend and help him get his comedy club off the ground." You write it down, saying "Wow! That, alongside the other stuff, makes you pretty available at all times! This is great!"

🐻 You smile, getting to the last question "So... I was wondering, what really made you interested in illustration and art? This one is just something I put in for fun." He looks around, growing quiet. "Well... um... I just always liked it. I got a lot of inspiration from things people said and the um... scenery around me. You know?" You place your papers down and your chin in the palm of your hand, leaning against the table as you look at him.

🐻 "Look... if you aren't going to be honest with that, it is fine. You don't have to tell me. You don't seem like the type of person to lie, though. Are you okay? You have been acting a bit off." He waves his hands, quickly saying "No- I mean... I just... I have been thinking about what you said earlier. To Howdy, you know? It was so sweet, I-" His eyes then widen, before he places a hand over his mouth.

🐻 You get it now... "You're Howdy's friend that has that kid, aren't you?" You ask, pointing at him. He shakes his head, sighing, before pointing to himself. "Nope! Guess I just can't hide it. No use in doing so, either. It is probably pretty obvious. I am that kid. Like... I hallucinate." You sit up straight, as you notice him tense up.

🐻"Well, why didn't you say so? Actually, I probably know why, considering Howdy's questions... Scratch that." You clear your throat, starting again "I hope nothing I said gave off the impression I would judge you for it. Were you up all night worrying about it? Is that why you are so tired looking?" He lets out a tiny "ugh", before saying "Yeah... Is it that obvious? I tried to cover it up with makeup." You nod, smiling as you point over to the cafe's ordering station.

🐻"Let's go get something to drink. You said the milk tea was good, right? We can try it out while we talk about how this all might affect your visit. Don't worry, I am sure it will be fine. We'll do our best to accommodate you!"

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

A rat’s nest

Summary: Quaritch gets tired of Spider’s inability to properly take care of his hair and decides to give them a proper wash. (Based on a quick idea I wrote a couple weeks ago)

There it was again, that horrible stench. It has only been three days but Spider’s hair smelled like he hasn’t given them a wash in years, which is strange because Quaritch made sure to tell him to shower regularly.

And yet, the boy was never truly clean and it began raising serious concern not only in Miles, but in all the recoms. They weren’t close to that feral kid but his hair looked suspiciously matted. Didn’t he have dreads since the ripe age of seven? Why was he so bad at taking care of them?

“Spider, get your ass in the shower right now.” colonel sounded more irritated than usual, which agitated the teen, “Can’t you tell you’re stinking up the place?”

Some kind of hurt in Spider’s eyes made Quaritch’s face soften ever so slightly, but he didn’t budge and so, his estranged son hissed and disappeared behind the bathroom doors. This time though, Miles stayed in the main room, waiting on a couch that faced the corridor and saw something was deeply wrong when Spider exited that place after only three minutes.

The stench was still present.

Did he seriously just stand under the shower for a couple minutes and call it a day? It was getting ridiculous.

“Woah woah woah you call that showering??” Miles got up from the couch and approached.

“Wh-what’s your goddamn problem?!” Spider snapped back with one of many new insults he learned while being held hostage for the past several weeks.

“My problem? This is about you, boy! You tryna collect the entire periodic table in there?” He pointed at the wet dreads accusingly. “Go back in there and give that rat’s nest a scrub. I don’t want to see you for at least a quarter, understood?”

Spider didn’t answer, only snarled in irritation before turning to the bathroom and releasing his anger on the doorway button, slamming it and forcing two steel doors close.

Quaritch rolled his eyes at his kid’s petty tantrum. Teenagers.

But then five minutes passed and colonel heard no noise come out of the washroom. Jesus, don’t tell me he’ll just fucking sit in there now, he thought, annoyed, lazily getting up from the couch and walking up to the bathroom once more. Why does he always feel the need to throw a hissy fit about taking basic care of himself?

“You alright in there, kid?” He knocked.

“FUCK OFF!” Had emerged from the other side.

Something in Spider’s voice sounded broken, and Miles’s initial anger slowly faded as concern found it’s way back into his stomach.

“I’m coming in!” He warned, and upon hearing no response, pressed the doorway button and went in.

Spider stood stock-still, very much dressed, and holding two bottles. One of them was hair conditioner and the other…

“What the hell do you need that for?” The blue man promptly grabbed a bottle out of Spider’s hand.

“To wash myself, duh?”

“With a tile cleaner?!” He turned the bottle, revealing an illustration of a bathroom tile and sink being scrubbed with a sponge. “Where’d you even get that?”

Spider’s cheeks turned pink from embarrassment and he pointed to the storage area under the sink. Quaritch stared at him for what felt like years before opening his mouth, closing it again, and only then finally finding words to speak.

“Spider….” He sighed deeply “That storage is for cleaning chemicals, as in chemicals for floors, windows, all that. You don’t use any of those on your skin or hair, got it?” He spoke calmly and clearly, wanting to hammer the point in.

“Right, yeah, of course.” Spider was trying to play it cool, like he knew it, just forgot, but Quaritch could clearly see his face growing progressively redder as his eyes averted to the floor.

“Y’know what? i’ll do it.”

Upon hearing that though, all color immediately drained from the boy’s body.

“Sit down, I’ll wash your hair and the rest you can do on your own.”

Some of the color came back, but Spider wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Are you kidding me?? I’m not five, I can do it on my own!” He stepped away from the man, offended.

“You can’t and we both know it.” The Na’vi plainly called out Spider’s bluff, taking off his black boots and cuffing his pants as well as the sleeves on his sweatshirt. “C’mere boy, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’ll only do it once to show you how, that’s it.”

After a long pause and hard consideration, Spider ultimately gave in and rolled his eyes, cautiously stepping forward and then sitting at the edge of the shower area, on a border that separated it from the rest of the room.

Quaritch proceeded to take a stool, grabbed one of the bottles off the shelf and then the shower head, turning it on and giving Spider’s dreads a good, long soak.

“Aren’t you gonna wash them?” The kid asked, growing impatient. He didn’t feel like being in Miles’s presence more than he absolutely needed to.

“Shush.” Was the only response he got.

Now, after that part was over Quaritch poured shampoo onto his palm and, facing a horrid mess in front of him, took a deep breath and began rubbing the liquid in, gently making his way to Spider’s scalp through the dirt and-is this a dried leaf??

“Jesus christ…” He mumbled.

“…It’s not that bad..” Spider responded defensively, but this time there was no response at all.

And then the boy flinched as he felt something touch his head directly “What the—“

“Relax kid it’s just me.” That did nothing to rid The teen of shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling, his eye slightly twitching.

“Are you trying to clean my skull??”

“The roots need to be clean or you’ll end up catching something nasty.” Miles explained “I’m surprised you haven’t already.” He muttered the second sentence, but Spider caught it nonetheless and was about to respond, when something else caught his attention.

Water that ran down the drain was brown, quite literally. More dirt than water-were those leaves?? The kid’s eyes widened in horror at the sight.

“Eywa..”

“Yeah, exactly.”

Upon properly rinsing the mop of hair after several minutes, Spider expected Quaritch to leave him to his duties but confusion painted his face when the Na’vi simply poured more shampoo and continued rubbing it in, turning boy’s head to face the wall. Shame formed an invisible lump in his throat once again when he saw that the water was still brown when Miles began rinsing for the second time but on the other hand, the process itself began feeling more and more relaxing.

Minutes went by, and the steady sound of warm water, as well as big hands washing away at his hair, began lulling Spider into a pleasant trance.

He leaned back into Quaritch’s hands, and allowed himself to doze off just a bit, a tiny smile spreading on his lips. The longer he sat there, the more his troubles seemed to fade away with the water. It felt nice to be taken care of once in a while, he admitted. Sue him.

A good twenty minutes passed as Quaritch too, had sort of fallen into a rhythm, massaging the boy’s scalp and humming old pop-songs that most people would not even remember. He was a boomer at heart, what could he do.

And in the end, it took about four rounds of shampoo and conditioner for the stench to release its grip on Spider’s dreads. Pleased with the results, Quaritch stood, surprising Spider.

“Alright, the worst is over. Now just take that washcloth and scrub this” he took another bottle off the shelf, liquid inside looking transparent and smelling like fruit. “On until your skin feels softer, got it?”

“Got it”

“Great, just don’t overdo it, kay? Take your time and for god’s sake take this thing off. There are clean clothes in that cabinet, next to the towels.” He pointed at teen’s loincloth and reluctantly, he nodded in agreement.

Sighing in relief, Quaritch nods and leaves the bathroom.

Oh shit, he thought, looking at his clothes. He got completely soaked and somehow didn’t even notice. He must have gotten too caught up in that moment of being able to take care of Spider without him hissing or pushing him away, and a small part of him, a small area in his black, unbeating heart sung at the newly-made memories.

There was a smile spreading on colonel’s face as he recalled Spider visibly giving up on being tough, relaxing into his touch and zoning out, letting down his walls for just a moment as his shoulders slumped.

He’d only ever see Spider like that when he was asleep but even then, his face would often contort into a frown because of nightmares. He had them quite often.

Miles began thinking.

At first, it made sense that the boy had no idea what a shampoo is. After all, he grew up in the forest, right?

But then the marine had recalled Spider mentioning being raised by scientists who used to work at hell’s gate.

And after that, he recalled that if Na’vi were anything, it’s clean. They had routines, knew how to wash themselves and he had yet to meet one that stank anywhere near as badly as his son. It was strange to say the least.

And then, he recalled other small details of Spider’s behaviour. The way he’d often, not just today, but always, ever so slightly ease into Miles’s touch despite claiming to hate him. The way he automatically assumed, on their first expedition together, that recoms brought no food or water for him, and would forage for it without complaint until Quaritch showed him that it was taken care of. The way he’d drink up whatever praise he got from his estranged father and the members of his squad, visibly shying away, despite trying very hard to hide it behind scoffs and eye-rolls.

But Colonel Quaritch had a sharp eye. No micro expression or glance escapes him, and so he kept all these behaviours in the back of his mind. Behaviours that didn’t seem too out of the ordinary on their own but put together, painted a frightening image.

It dawned on him, why he felt so concerned for the feral brat.

Spider was a textbook example of a neglected child.

A someone who only could depend on themselves. A someone who’s support system was either shaky or entirely nonexistent.

At that revelation, Quaritch stopped only a foot away from the doorway into his room, wet clothes now being the least of his concerns.

Spider said he was raised “more by a community than like, one or two people” as he put it, and now it fell into the puzzle.

Sullys were the closest thing he had to a family, there was no other reason for him to be this loyal to them, but it made no sense. Why would a loving family neglect a human kid? If anything he should have been the one smothered with affection since his inability to breathe made him practically disabled-

And then a second realisation hit him like an arrow to the heart, as it dropped.

Miles Socorro.

Why of course, how did he not realise it earlier? They ostracised him because of his name and blood, it was the only answer Quaritch could find.

But it felt so…incredibly petty. That kind of behaviour is something colonel would expect of middle schoolers, but not grown adults.

His blood began boiling. Running hot under his skin as he seethed and his breath hitched.

Petty, petty bastards. How could they abuse a child in such manner? For something he could not control? Spider was a goddamn angel; nothing like his old man, and yet they rejected him. Discarded him like he was damaged goods on arrival.

But even then he was desperate to crawl back to them, because they’re all he had. All he thought he had.

Miles’s head almost snapped when he turned 180 degrees to see his son exit the bathroom in comfy clothes, drying his dreads and wearing a big, glowing smile on his face. The smell was gone completely, now replaced with a sweet scent of plants and fruits and by god did Spider look adorable as he took in the feeling of being clean. His grin only widened when a small group of recoms entered the dormitory after their lunch break and, upon seeing Spider, practically drowned him in praise and complements.

“Well I’ll be damned, the ugly duckling finally turned into a swan~” cooed Z-dog, smirking as her tail flickered.

“Poor kid’ll have to chase the ladies away with a stick!” Lyle chuckled and ruffled Spider’s hair, golden locks soft to his touch.

Spider kept rolling his eyes, giggling and telling them to shut their asses up but his cheeks were practically on fire. It was the good kind of embarrassment though, he didn’t mind this weird, new feeling.

So there Quaritch stood, looking at his son from the other end of the corridor, remaining unnoticed by the crowd further down, and as he took in that precious smile, he made a promise.

He would kill Sully, would rip his spine out with his bare hands, will help terraform the planet.

But he’ll do it for him first and foremost. Because that’s exactly what Spider deserved.

He deserved the world.

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Author’s note: I’ve spent days trying to finish this first proper drabble of mine so I hope y’all liked it 😭💅 plz tumblr algorithm don’t let this flop 🥺

If you got any questions, ideas or prompts on a avatar characters, let me know in the ask box!

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[ramblingoak]

Can I also ask for Primo and „whispering in-between kisses“? You know what types of kisses 👀

I know the exact kind of kisses you want. It's time to worship that old man.

What You See I Primo x gn!reader

~ Primo needs you to tell him what you see when you look at him ~

(1800 words, fluff, angst, body worship, some spice, nsfw, 18+ only, not beta read)

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“Amore, what do you see when you look at me?”

You set your brush down onto your vanity and turned sideways in the chair to look at Primo.

“I see someone that was supposed to be dressed ten minutes ago.”

Usually Primo enjoyed your teasing and he often teased you back.  It was an easy banter between two people that had known each other for many years.  Looking at Primo right now though it was clear he was not in a teasing mood.  He sat down heavily on the side of your bed, a long sigh exhaling out of him.

“That is not what I mean.”  There was a tone to his voice you didn’t normally hear and it made you get up to head his way.  You held your bathrobe together and quietly padded over to stand before him.  Primo was staring down at his hands in his lap, wringing them together nervously, so you dropped to your knees and slipped your hands into his to stop the movement.  “Tell me the truth.”

You pulled his hands towards you and placed kisses into each of his palms before looking up at him.  He met your gaze now, his eyes searching yours for an answer.  

“I see the man I’ve admired for many years and loved for many more.”  Primo snorted and pulled his hands away with enough force you fell back on your butt.  “Hey, what’s going on with you?”

“That is not what I asked.”  He stood up and then reached down to you, gently grasping your elbows and pulling you to your feet.  You let out another ‘hey’ when he tugged you over to the windows that overlooked his garden.  Primo squeezed your hands and then let go of one to grasp your chin.  “Now, look at me and tell me what you see.”

You pulled away from his hands and then placed yours on his shoulders.  With a firm shove you got him to fall into the chair behind him and climbed after him.  You straddled him, your knees on either side of his legs.  He wouldn’t meet your eyes so you used his own move on him and took a hold of his chin.

“I see someone that is tired from all of his years of working hard for this church.”  His mismatched gaze met yours then and your heart clenched at the look in his eyes.  You leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before moving down to kiss the soft, puffy skin under each eye.  “You never get enough sleep because you’re up too late worrying about your brothers.”

The only answer you got was a soft nod and you smiled at him before kissing the tip of his nose.  Your lips trailed from there to where the skin next to his mouth where he had wrinkles from smiling and then further down to where it had begun to sag.

“My Papa is getting older and his face shows it.  His body shows it.”  You kissed along his chin and then made your way down his neck, whispering into the wrinkled skin there when you stopped again.  “Can I keep going, Papa?  Can I show you what else I see?”

You felt him nod above you so you slipped your hands into his robe and pushed it off his shoulders.  He was bare underneath and you took a moment to admire the body you had been intimately familiar with for many years now.  When you started kissing him again you made your way from his neck across to his shoulder.

“Your skin has seen too much sun, Papa.  Look at all these freckles.”  To illustrate the amount he had you made sure to kiss each one you saw.  You made a mental note to be more forceful with sunscreen next time he went out in his garden.  Down his arm you went, finally holding his hand up between you so you could both look at the rough skin on the back.  A few of his knuckles were misshapen, arthritis having begun to set into his joints many years ago.  “I can tell that these hands have done so much.”

“Like what?”

Primo’s voice was quiet and shaking slightly.  You were afraid to look into his eyes because if you saw tears there you would end up crying too.  He needed you to be strong right now and you refused to let him down.

“Your hands have held onto so many others here, guiding them onto their path within the church…leading them in prayer…pulling them from the lake during their unholy baptism.”  A thought crossed your mind and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.  “I’ve seen this hand slap Secondo on the back of the head when he misbehaved as a child.”

“Or as a grown man.”

It was good to hear Primo laugh and you chanced a look at his face.  His eyes shone with unshed tears and he sniffed when he saw the same in your eyes.  He brought his free hand over and caught one when it started to trail down your cheek.  

“I remember you holding Terzo’s hand when his mother passed away, how you carried him around the garden so he could pick flowers to take to her grave each week.”  You grabbed his other hand when he tried to wipe your tears away again.  “And I remember when you stormed up to Nihil and took Copia from his arms.”

“That old fool wasn’t cut out to be a father.”

“No he wasn’t, but you were.”  You placed his hands on the arms of his chair and leaned forward to place a kiss on his chest over his heart.  His chest hair was more white than blonde now, much like the hair on his head before he had begun to shave it, but it was still soft to the touch.  For a moment you rested your ear against him, listening to his strong heartbeat.  “You’ve been there for all of your brothers and helped them to become the men they are today.”  

He took a deep breath under your ear and you could tell he was trying very hard to control his emotions.  You weren’t done though, because deep down you knew what his biggest worry was when he started this conversation.  Very slowly you turned your head so that your lips were against his skin and you kissed a trail to his nipple.  You flicked your tongue against it before pulling it between your lips and nipping at it softly with your teeth.

“Amore…”

“Hush Papa, I’m not done.”  You moved to his other nipple and gave it the same amount of attention before going lower to where his skin had started to pull down with age.  The wrinkles here were larger, the skin soft and warm against your lips.  Primo jumped when your tongue left a wet trail across his chest.  “When I look at you Primo, when I touch you, I see a man that has aged beautifully.”

Your mouth moved to the center of his chest and you slid off his lap to rest on your knees before him.  The robe was easy to pull off his lap and now he was completely bare before you.  His cock was still soft, but that didn’t surprise you.  It didn’t bother you either.  You placed your hands on his knees and then slid them up his thighs, resting where they met his waist.  Primo abruptly dropped his hands to cover yours and gave them a squeeze.

“Not tonight, I don’t think, amore.  Too much going on in this old head.”

You smiled and moved closer to him, shouldering his legs further apart.  

“It doesn’t make a difference to me either way.  Do you know why?”  Primo shook his head, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp as you leaned forward and started to mouth along his soft cock.  “Because I still see the man I love no matter what is happening here.”

Even soft his cock was long and you took it as deep as you could, the tip reaching well into your mouth.  You tongued the underside, pulling back so you could press it against his slit.  His thighs had begun to shake under your hands and you heard him groan above you.  As you bobbed up and down a few times you let out a little moan when you felt him finally twitch in your mouth.  With a smile you pulled off, a string of saliva lingering from your lips to the tip as you moved away.  Primo pulled a hand out from under yours and rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip, smearing your saliva around.

“Shall I keep going Papa?”  He gave you a quick nod, taking a deep breath as you mouthed along the side of his cock.  It twitched again, slowly filling out as you gave it attention.  You licked the drop of precum that started to leak at the tip and then looked up to see him watching you.  “Will you tell me now?  Will you tell me what you see when you look at me?”

He brought his hands up to cup your face, smiling softly as he pulled you close enough to slip his cock into your mouth once more.

“I see someone that is more beautiful than any flower in my garden.”  Primo grunted as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, his cock nearly fully hard.  “Someone that has never left my side, that ah!  Cazzo.  Someone that…someone that I love more than anything.”

His moans started to mix with your whimpers as he moved faster, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust now.  There was so much more you wanted to say.  So much more that he needed to hear but you didn’t want to stop him.  You wanted him to fill your mouth with his cum, you wanted to swallow everything he gave you.  

Primo’s fingers began to dig harder in your hair as his cock started to kick in your mouth.  It wasn’t long before he nearly doubled-over as he came.  Your mouth filled with his release and you did your best to swallow it all, lapping at his cock to clean off what you could.  When he pulled out you kept your lips wrapped around him until you pulled off with a soft pop.  He was looking at you like you were the only other person in his world and you found your eyes filling with tears again when he spoke softly to you.

“In you, amore, I see someone that I will worship until my final days.  If you’ll let me.”

“Forever, Papa.”

He chuckled, wiping the mixture of saliva and his release off your chin before leaning in to press his forehead against yours.

“Forever.” 

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[captainsophiestark]

The Curse of the Sun and the Moon

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day 7 Prompt: "Do you recognize this?"

Summary: Klaus' SO is writing their doctoral dissertation on cross-culture myths. Much to their irritation, Klaus knows a thing or two about those.

Word Count: 1,877

Category: Humor, Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst?

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Love? Hello, can you hear me?"

Slowly, I turned my head away from the paper in front of me, still not taking my eyes off the drawings. A hand waved in front of my face too, but I ignored it.

"What do you want, Nik?" I muttered, only half paying attention to him.

"I want to know you haven't gone into a coma," he whined, flopping down into the chair next to me. I cracked the tiniest smile, but didn't let my train of thought wander from the work in front of me.

"I haven't gone into a coma," I repeated. I didn't say anything else after that and neither did Nik for a moment, until he sighed.

"You must understand why I'm concerned when you respond to my questions like you're in a trance."

I sighed, making a last note before finally looking up at Nik with a tired smile.

"I'm sorry, babe. I know I've been pretty wrapped up in all this lately, but I'm writing a doctoral dissertation in folklore and mythology. I've kinda got my hands full, and if I don't put in the hours to get this done right, it's all going to be for nothing."

Nik rolled his eyes dramatically before fixing me with a look.

"You know, if you just became a vampire with me, you wouldn't have to worry about things like school and work anymore."

I narrowed my eyes. "If I ever make the decision to become a vampire with you, all I'm going to do is go back to college for more degrees and studying. I love doing this, even if it makes me want to walk into the ocean sometimes. All eternity is going to do is enable me to throw any kind of practical job application for my studies out the window."

Nik sighed heavily, but he had a smile on his face all the same.

"I probably could've guessed that answer, couldn't I?"

"Probably."

We shared a smile, and then my attention drifted back to the paper in front of me. I stared at it for a few moments, still half-aware of Nik watching me fondly, when an idea struck like lightning.

"Wait, Nik... I just thought of something." I rushed to turn the paper around on my desk so it faced Nik instead of me. "Do you recognize this? I mean, you've been around for a thousand years. Chances are probably decent that you know something about this, right?"

Nik stared at the paper for a minute, then slowly looked up at me, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"What did you say you're doing your dissertation on again?"

"I'm focusing on myths that appear to transcend cultures throughout history. There's a couple examples of stories and legends that exist in basically the same form in cultures that had no contact. This one, usually referred to as something along the lines of 'the curse of and the sun and the moon', is the main one I've decided to focus on. So... any chance you can tell me anything about it?"

Nik's tiny smile turned into a full on grin, a twinkle in his eyes as he looked at me. My heart leapt.

"Oh my gosh, you totally know something! Tell me, I can't wait. I'm gonna have to find some sources other than you if I want to put it in my paper, but-"

"This is mine, love," he said. I stared at him, trying to process what his words meant, but I came up empty-handed.

"What do you mean? Is this copy of the myth yours?"

"In a way."

Nik looked back down at the illustration depicting the curse, this one of Aztec origin. It was my favorite of the versions I'd found, although the same curse had also appeared in Roman scrolls and a half-dozen other cultures from around the world. He ran his finger over the lines of the drawing fondly.

"I drew this."

My mouth dropped open, and I looked quickly between Nik, the drawing, and back again.

"What... what do you mean you drew this? This is an Aztec myth from the 13th century-" I stopped short as my mind finally caught up. "...which I guess you were alive for..."

Nik smiled and kicked back in his chair, ankles crossed and a proud expression on his face. I just stared at him in shock.

"There is no such thing as the Curse of the Sun and the Moon, love," he said. "The real thing is the Hybrid curse, placed on me. A long time ago, Elijah and I planted this myth in cultures all over the world to get every single werewolf and vampire in the world looking for the components I needed to break my own curse. And it worked."

Nik finished his explanation with a smirk, but I didn't react. I just kept staring at him, my brain going through the equivalent of a computer's blue screen of death. This could not be possible.

"Hold on a second," I said, holding up a hand to stop my own swirling thoughts before looking at Nik again. "Let me get this straight. You drew this ancient Aztec drawing I have on my desk right now?"

"Yes."

"And you created the Roman scrolls I found that kick-started this project?"

"I did."

"And you completely made up the myth of the Curse and the Sun of the Moon, then did the ancient equivalent of editing it into a bunch of wikipedia articles to make everyone believe it was real, all so other werewolves and vampires would do the work of finding things you needed for you?"

"That's right."

"So this curse, this myth that permeates a dozen different, separate cultures, the cornerstone of my dissertation... is just a lie you made up a long time ago, that nobody ever disproved because you're just so fucking old you could create mythology at the same time that these ancient cultures actually existed?"

"Exactly."

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly. Then, my eyes snapped open, and I snatched up a scroll from the top of my desk and hucked it at my boyfriend.

"Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME NIK?" I cried, shooting out of my seat. Nik looked a little shocked, partly because the scroll had hit him smack in the face and then partly because I never got this kind of mad at him. "You can't just fake historical documents to serve your own purposes!"

"Technically, I didn't fake any historical documents. I made them at the same time in history that they're supposed to be from."

"DOESN'T COUNT! My whole dissertation is about examining the phenomena of cultures that had no interactions somehow telling the same stories. There's all kind of examples of it, but this was going to be my ace in the hole, and now I can't use it!"

"Sure you can," Nik said, at last standing from the chair. He was smart enough not to walk towards me, but I hurled a pillow from my chair at him anyway.

"No, I can't! What am I gonna say? Oh, well you see, all these different cultures had the same mythology without talking to each other because my boyfriend is a motherfucker who lied through his teeth to manipulate people, and he's old enough that he completely got away with it!"

Nik shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

"ARGH! I can't believe you- Oh my God."

"What?"

"The stupid fucking vampire myth was going to be another example supporting my dissertation. But that's gone now too. 'Oh, why do all these cultures have the same mythology about a curse and blood-drinking creatures who stalk the night?' Well that's simple, professors! It's because my boyfriend, one of those blood-drinkers, just kept showing up to plant a bullshit story and got other myths written about him in the process!"

"I'm still not seeing the problem, love, that sounds like an excellent presentation."

"NIKLAUS MIKAELSON! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

I rushed to close the distance between us, smacking him in the chest and then continuing to whack him in the shoulders, arms, and chest again.

"You. Can't. Just. Make. Up. Mythology. That. Influences. History. Forever. For KICKS!" I shouted, punctuating each word with a hit. Nik just watched me, not moving even half an inch from the force of my shoves, watching me rage with a small smile on his face.

"I've never seen you like this before, love," he said, his voice silky and low. It only made me want to hit him more. "I quite like it."

"UGH!" I shouted, turning away from Nik all the same. I stared at the desk, my mind finally getting into the later stages of processing. I'd have to completely ditch all this work. "Nik, this is the worst thing you've ever done. And I've dated you long enough to know about the bad things you've done. Holy shit, I'm going to have to ditch so much of this work. I'm going to have to completely change my topic, all because you're fucking ancient and a good artist and a better liar."

After a second, I felt Nik's arms slowly, gently wrap around me from behind. He rested his chin on my shoulder, nuzzling into my hair. Part of me still wanted to hit him, but not enough of me to actually do it.

"I'm sorry, love," he said, voice low and sweet. "Tell me what I can do to make it better."

I huffed a sigh through my nose. "You can tell me where Elijah is. He's a part of this too, I need to kill him next."

Nik chuckled, pulling me tighter to him. I relaxed a little bit into him.

"How about we start with a movie marathon of your choice, all of your favorite junk food, and I dagger any of my siblings who try to disturb you while you're working next week?"

I paused, thinking, dragging out the moment with a little hum. Nik kissed my cheek, slowly moving further along and down towards my neck, and after another minute I sighed.

"Fine. I guess we can start with relaxation and peace. But I am not getting over this any time soon. And I'm still going to attack Elijah the next time I see him."

"It's a deal."

"Of all the things I thought might be a challenge about dating a vampire, I never could've predicted 'destroys my doctoral dissertation by secretly being the subject of my dissertation'."

Nik snorted a little laugh in my ear. "And I never would've thought this would be the closest we came to a deal-braker for you, what with all the murdering I've done."

"I might not be able to claim the high ground on that front much longer."

I twisted around to look pointedly at Nik, but he just smiled right back at me. Wisely, he used his vampire speed to whisk me out of the room before I could look at my ruined dissertation again. This situation was absolutely, completely ridiculous, and I knew I'd probably still be processing for the next few decades. But I loved Nik and the rest of these stupid, lying, ridiculous, ancient vampires, and I'd keep loving them no matter what. Even if I wanted to kill them, sometimes, too.

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[starkwlkr]

saturn | michael berzatto

You taught me the courage of stars before you left How light carries on endlessly, even after death

Michael Berzatto

A loving husband and devoted father

November 15, 1979 — February 22, 2022

Ten year old Mia Berzatto read over her fathers memorial card. Her mother’s side of the family had a memorial service for Michael in her grandmother’s home. She couldn’t wait to get out of her black clothing and go back to wearing her father’s large shirts. She sat on her grandma’s sofa rereading over the card. After she was tired of looking at the same words, she got up to look for her mother, who was somewhere around her grandmother’s house that was filled with people.

“Mia? You okay, sweetheart?” Her mother’s Uncle Matt asked when he found her wandering the living room.

Mia nodded. Ever since the funeral, Mia hadn’t said much only to her mother and Aunt Natalie. “Where’s my mom, Uncle?”

Uncle Matt sighed. Y/n Berzatto was currently trying to keep calm in the hallway bathroom. “Have you eaten? Want me to make you a sandwich? Do you want a juice box?”

Mia shook her head. “I want my mom.”

Uncle Matt sighed once again. “She’ll be out in a minute, she’s in the restroom. I’ll let her know you’re looking for her. Why don’t you wait in grandma’s library?”

Mia’s grandma had made one of the unoccupied bedrooms into a little library so her granddaughter could enjoy it. Mia wasn’t the only one that loved being in that room, Michael loved it just as much. He would buy her many books and read them to her. Mia was learning about planets and galaxies so Michael practically bough every book about space, stars, planets, etc.

Mia walked to the library and saw an opened book on the floor. She approached it and saw that it was her favorite book that Michael would always read to her. It was a Dr. Seuss book called ‘There’s no place like space’ and every time Michael would read it to her, he would do a silly voice to match with the rhymes.

One thing Mia noticed right away was that the book was on the page talking about Saturn, her favorite planet. She tried to remember when was the last time she opened the book. Then it hit her. Michael was the last one to open the book, days before his death. She remembers the conversation they had that day about Saturn.

“It’s so pretty! And it has the rings! What’s your favorite planet, daddy?” Mia asked Michael as they layed on the floor looking at the illustrations.

“Well I think Saturn is my favorite too. If it’s yours then it’s mine.”

Saturn was theirs.

Mia couldn’t bring herself to close the book, not when her father’s hands had left it open on the page that talked about their favorite planet. She just couldn’t do it.

“Mia?” She heard her mother’s voice call out. “Uncle Matt said you wanted me? You want to go home?” Y/n approached her daughter, wiping away a few tears she still had left on her cheeks.

“Daddy left it on Saturn.” Mia said as she continued to stare at the book.

Y/n knew about their love for the planet and their book. She was just like Mia, she didn’t want it to be closed.

“Hmmm . . . I think it’s daddy’s way of being with us. You remember what he told you about stars?” Y/n asked.

Mia nodded. “That if I want to talk to him and he’s not here, I can talk to the stars because they listen.”

“Yeah, and guess what? Daddy’s with the stars now so he’ll always be listening to you.”

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[lizaluvsthis]

A Chamber of Burning Souls - Chapter 1

Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Idea of creation by @itsajjanea

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Summary: It's Prom and everyone is invited to celebrate at Square Plaza, having no partners left to find. SMG4 and SMG3 both paired together.

With Four having no experience of what Prom is at all, he happens to find himself binded with his ex rival filled with complicated thoughts.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Sun and Moon, fluff, romance, drama, hurt/comfort, angst, gay fruits are real, LOVE IS IN THE AIR YALL

Relationships:

SMG4/SMG3

Mario & Meggy Spletzer

Meggy & SMG4

Mario & SMG4

Mario & SMG3

Meggy/Tari

Luigi/Bowser

Mario/Spaghetti¿

Bob & Mario

Chapter: 1 - A Night Bring Out

thus the sun has continued to set from the horizon as four is calmly watching the view afar, the cold breeze blew through his hair sitting outside.

"SMG4?" Mario called his bestfriend, seeing him sitting on a chair admiring the view. Mario snuck behind him, distracted "still having those gay thoughts?" He chuckled, making four bounce from his chair with a light scare from the fat italian.

"N-No I'm not!" He brushed off the dirt from his blue colored suit. Man does he love how his formal attire looked, where he can move freely and relaxed.

"You sureee????" "Yes I am." He looked away from Mario with a light pink faded blush surrounding his face. "Have you uhh found a partner?" SMG4 looked at Mario.

"I'm with bob, he said his girlfriend can't attend" "what about the others?" "Hmmmmmm" Mario did his best to remember the pairings from his team.

"Meggy is in pairs with Tari, Saiko is with Kaizo since they're both hosting a side played oncore songs, Boopkins is- he's with his waifu bed, Chris with Swag, Melony is just- sleeping-" figures. Melony is always too tired whenever she's awake, but for some reason- it feels like he won't be getting in partners with anyone else...

"Andd uhhh for Luigi- luigi is-" SMG4 shot a glance of the familiar green colored signature and ran. "Hey! SMG4?" Mario saw Four rush out of there and got back from the room to talk to luigi.

"Hey! Luigi..." "wah? SMG4? What is it?" "Do you want to be partners with me for prom?" Luigi eye-d to another side and furrowed his eyes giving him a smile. "Oh- uh- sorry SMG4 I'm already left partners with someone..."

"Oh come on! I bet I can still be as good as that partner this is bullsh-t!" SMG4 cursed out loud, hearing something approach to him was a giant... lizard-?

"Ahe- ahem!" SMG4 gulped looking upwards to reveal, it was bowser out of all people. He was tossed by a massive force by bowser across the room, with no one to notice.

"Ow..." his back couldn't move after cracking a wall. "SMG4! Are you okay?!" The voice sounded nothing like Mario, a man reached out a hand to help him get up.

"Yes I'm..." He paused, looking up to see the person. SMG3... his former ex rival... a 'friend'... is there to attend the prom as well.

He stared at his face for a moment, and boy how he felt something inside him flutter and beat. "I'm alright..." He finally gave him a reply, getting back up from the floor acting like nothing happened.

"You got yourself tossed in that room dude- you sure you're alright?" SMG4 felt distracted by looking at his 'friend' from top to bottom.

He had his hair up in a bun, (honestly- when did he missed out the part he had long hair?) His looks are still the same but it came out more handsome than the last time he saw him without a hat on, his dark purple silk suit that the light reflects on the shades, he was wearing a different gloves that has the usual roman numeral but with white color text with black gloves filled.

His magenta necktie, his long black pants, shining clean black shoes that exposed from his view. Since WHEN did SMG3 became this more of a neat character to get so- well dressed...?

Or its just four not knowing how fashion works-

"Yeah I'm hurt a little bit but I'll be fine-" he gave him a nervous chuckle, not wanting three to feel worried of him. SMG3 wanted to speak about this but he didn't find the urge to do so. Now that his soft spot might reveal a bit too much.

"You got invited too huh?" SMG3 nodded. "I uhh- couldn't find a decent partner to pair up with... not even when I enjoy less party talks yet I still come here..." He looked at the other of the members who are currently talking with the other people.

"You haven't- found a pair yet?" SMG4 asked again, he wondered why Three even came here despite knowing that he hates occassional events except for evil villain anniversaries or such as getting paid.

But for just this time, he attended anyway. "No I haven't... thats why I'm asking several of the people here- but they all already found one..." SMG3 hugged his stomach, the felt of discomfort attempting on asking for someone to be his partner and didn't work out too well when you're bad at talking in public.

More as of being socially awkward to people that gave out his anxiety... but to SMG4 however, he felt safe to be around with yet he wasnt even sure why.

His ex rival just felt too safe to be with, he didnt have complains for that. It felt nice...

Because he'd never felt needed by any other people from his life...

SMG4 is unsure at this state he's on with, he struggled and hesitated to put out the words of apologizing. He wasn't used to this type of sensitive talk.

"I also haven't found mine yet-" he started to stare at those red crimson eyes... "do you... want to be partners with me instead?" Out of the ordinary, SMG3's face lit up after hearing SMG4 say that.

Did he just hear this right. Is it actually true that Four is asking him out to be his... his... HIS... he turned red second by second.

"I-I uhh... Yeah sure whatever- just try not to mess things up- you baka..." the blue held out his hand for three to grab on, as four smiled still with three on being a tsundere. It never gets old.

Three accepted, embracing his left hand with four colliding in. With now both fingers interlocked, that was purposely done by SMG4.

"Dude- are you TRYING to make things look even more gayer?" SMG3 looked down at both of the hands then back to the man himself.

"Just- incase..." SMG4 pouted, he couldn't come up with a reason. He did this on purpose and he'd been making it a bit more awkward with this between just him and three.

The chattering went low as the host made his way out of the door and welcomed everyone.

"Welcome to the square plaza everyone! We are so excited to gather you all for our occasional prom! Now go out there and get yourself started!"

He offered to everyone by stepping aside from the open door, being a gentleman to let everyone inside.

"Well... here it goes..." SMG4 walked forward as Three followed a few steps near, little did four know is that Three kept glancing at their interlocked hands together thinking the forms of something special...

Something... something that also made SMG4 feel the same but more tensed...

SMG4 couldn't process much of the things that are currently happening to him right now. Why has this have to go very wrong yet right at the same time? Why did he have to come even tho he didn't want to?

He'd started to overthink with all of his actions that he had made. In regret...

(Why did I even came here... I should've stayed at the castle...) He clinched the hand even tighter, holding Three's.

But it had made him thought, for any other reasons it somehow made him feel glad that he was there.

"Good evening everyone! We are all gathered here for a special event- aka prom." The other host guestured their hand with the obvious sign.

"The dance will begin at 7pm, just to say you can go talk to any other people here or have some snacks while everyone enjoys their stay!" The microphone turns off, entering a soothing audio played in the background.

-A Night To Remember by beabadoobee & Laufey-

The man in purple looked at the sparkling chandelier placed right on top of the ceiling the lights that glimmered through the glass.

Swore I'd seen you before

Within the atmosphere flowing through the colors of pink, red, and purple. Mixtures of blue, the colors fading through the room.

Watched you walk through the door

The beam of light, shining across Four's face with an escape of the light. Reflecting through his blue colored eyes that took notice of the red ones.

Somethin' in your eye

Reminded me of somebody I used to know

Damn... SMG4 looked glorious... he hated that...

Three's eyes happen to gaze upon to Four's with the room surrounded by the soft sounds, they both met each others eyes.

You touched my back

I took your hand

Somethin' from your touch felt shockingly familiar

He didn't know what that feeling was, it just felt right for him to do. If this would only be only focused to him, where would his thoughts go?

And I swore I'd seen you before

Oh, I swore I'd seen you before...

They both felt so lost, but being there together with him?

Underneath the sheets

You enchanted me

And whispered sweet nothings in my ear

It felt romantic...

I shivered beneath you

All wrapped up in embers

It was a night... to remem-

"Is it just me or are you both staring goo goo eyes at each other thats super gay-" The fat italian called them both out ruinimg their silence.

"SHUT UP YOU ASS" SMG3 looked at Mario annoyed, he who had ruined their moment. "We're not gay!" SMG4 cried out loud, with the crowd bringing their attention from his scream. He smiled to fill out the apology trying his best not to disrupt them.

SMG4 turned his head back to Mario and eyed Three. "It seemed like it-" he shrugged his shoulder, drinking an orange juice from the cup.

"Look you idiot- I came here to get over with the party. I'm not saying I'm a party pooper in this, I was only trying to..." he gave a pregnant pause after realizing that he had almost revealed his words to him.

"To- uh- not miss out on the occassions and stuff..." his eyes darted towards Mario after he shot up his eyes with Four.

He checked the time...

6:55 pm

Almost seven o-clock before the dance begins, and just being in there with him... it felt like time passes by too quickly by seconds...

"Oh! I think I should go now- Mario wishes you two gay boys goodluck!" He puts a thumbs up to the both of them and headed to Bob's direction.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, had they both been staring too long? Did the song dragged them away into this...?

How can this be?

SMG4 is unsure, he was too scared about this feeling. Little does he know is that Three also scattered with the same thing as well...

End of Chapter 1...

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[annoyingbelieverballoon]

Turnabout of feelings.

(Enemies to Lovers)  (Welcome Home is a wonderful ARG made by Clown illustrations)

Wally darling x Human! Reader.

Word count: 1773. (warning! English isn’t my first language) part 1/3

You were sitting on the carpeted floors of Home. Beside you, Wally Darling was scribbling in the guestbook. Coming into this world of puppets and sunshine was a shock at first. You'd think you'd get accustomed to all the nice neighbours that tolerate and appreciate you more than 90% of humanity, but... Wally darling. The bastard that dragged you here the reason why you can never rest easy, Wally Darling.

He's aloof and innocent in front of others, but you know better. You've seen the eyes on the walls. The notes scattered around the neighbourhood... You've even ventured into the depths of Home. You couldn't say a thing to the others, though. That's how Barnaby and Eddie died last time. That's how you almost died as well.

The two sides of Wally contrasted harshly. It's as if they were two completely different puppets. One was childlike in nature and inquisitive. The other was knowledgeable and all-knowing. Horrifying. You saw how he ate and how he could easily wipe your existence from the neighbourhood if he wanted.

That's why you had to play nice and be a good neighbour. You don't know how many times the other neighbours have died, and you don't want to join them. "Is something the matter, neighbour?"

You were pulled away into the pitch-black eyes of Wally. His eyes dilate whenever he looks at you. You've been staring at him for the entirety of your inner monologue. You tore your eyes away and continued doodling on paper.

Wally repeated his question. He never got an answer. Home creaked and banged to divert Wally's attention. You've always gotten along with Home well. It was alive. Something welcome in this land of eternal sunshine and plush embraces.

Sometimes, if you'd listen hard enough, you'd hear a drumming. Like a heartbeat, it was a comforting sound, unlike the violent bangs on the door and the sounds of screaming outside late at night. You never understood home; you tried learning Morse code, but it wasn't your forte. Home was helpful, though, watchful and obviously a servant to Wally but still caring in a way. You can count on one hand how many times they saved you from certain death.

Your masterpiece was finished, or well, not at all, but you got tired of doodling and simply pushed the paper and art supplies away. Wally moved over to the drawing and inspected it. Spirals and eyes Much like the ones he liked to draw. For a moment, the more violent side of him surfaced, but he quickly put the drawing away and started talking. "What a good artist you are, neighbour!" You half-heartedly listened to his praise. You attempted a conversation once more,

"Why bring me here?" You get ignored.

You sigh and rest your head on the floor. Your head springs up when a quiet whisper leaves Wally's lips.

"What was that?"

"What was what, neighbour?"

Wally stood up and dusted himself off; he then extended a hand towards you.

You both walked out of home; a sunny day awaited you two. Such is the usual weather in this world.

It was run... 32? 35. Each run would be disturbed by you or Wally. And each time you’d lose a bit of yourself with it. You remember a time when you attacked the friendly neighbours at Welcome Home. Wally probably remembers as well. You had enough sanity to stop yourself, however, unlike the man who walks beside you. Wally’s 3-foot stature held your hand as he dragged you onward; his strength was at least superhuman.

You were approaching Howdy’s bodega. The place was pretty crowded today. seemed like an event.

The wind chimes rang as you entered. Howdy was chatting away with Sally and Barnaby. Talking funny business again, it seemed.

"Oh! There you are, Wally! And it’s a pleasure to see our new neighbour with you again!"

"Hello barnaby…. Hello Julie-"

Barnaby looked at his best friend and laughed.

"What a ‘coin’cidence that you joined us, little buddy!".

Howdy laughed heartily at the joke, and Wally tilted his head in confusion.

"…Hello howdy"

"What’s so funny, neighbours?"

Sally explains that they all found a coin whilst walking in the neighbourhood today.

"Can I see it?" You speak, gathering the attention of the room around you.

You inspected the coin closely, and Wally went nonverbal as the other three steered the conversation.

"It’s something out of a noir film, almost!" Sally exclaims

Well, hopefully not! I’d rather not become the neighbourhood’s funniest grey dog!"

"Ohoho! This almost calls for an investigation! I’m sure Jewls would love to hear this! Don’t you think so, walls?"

Wally is startled from his thoughts; his eyes dilate.

"Julie? I think Julie would like a new game to play." Wally smiles.

"Don’t you think so, neighbour?"

"Sure." You were mostly focused on the coin in your hand. That right there was a Franklin half dollar, produced in the 1960s.

Shabby quality, covered in dirt.

Money from your world... being here? As far as you knew, brands from your world didn’t exist here. Seeing as how Howdy sells Brickero’s cereal and cups of Joe that are just diluted orange juice and Breenberry ice cream, whatever that was,

The bodega quiets down a little, and Barnaby cracks another joke. You never laugh. It’s not that you didn’t like these puppets. They were nice. Sweet. Caring. But they were dead. As far as you knew, nobody here was real. Except maybe for Wally and Home. It left a bitter aftertaste.

"Well, my fellows and fellays! Would you care to purchase anything?"

"Wally needs red and green paint, and I need something edible."

"Didn't know you started speaking for each other? Wowie, I feel heartbroken... I can't believe my little buddy got a new best friend!" Barnaby half-joked.

"We’re not friends." -

"We’re the best of friends. -

Sally couldn’t help but giggle.

Wally was still gripping your arm; you had to play nice for now.

Howdy handed you your things in a paper bag and cashed them in on three jokes and a little quip.

You were the one usually telling most of the jokes, and Wally would have to practise for half a day for a single joke.

"What do you call a sad coffee? A depresso," your execution was lacking, but today was too tiresome to put in any effort.

Howdy chuckled but then gave Wally an expectant look.

"What about you walls? Got any jokes? Cracks? Quips?"

"I do"

"You do? Well, let’s hear it then!"

Wally straightened up his posture, tightening the ascot around his plush neck.

"Why did Barnaby get arrested? Because he’s a serial licker."

The execution was made funnier by Wally’s monotone voice.

"Ohohohoho! You never disappoint, dear fellow!"

"Put the other joke and quip on my tab." Barnaby winked at Wally, who smiled up at his best friend.

"We’ll be going now." You walked out as Wally said goodbye to each individual one by one.

"Oh! And don’t forget about the rehearsal later today, dearie!" Sally yelled out to you.

Right, the rehearsal. A play about... a pastry princess? Queen? Who knows… Julie’s the princess, you’re playing as the love interest, and Frank is the king of marshmallows or something.

Speaking of Frank, Frank Frankly was in front of you, face-first into the mud after getting toppled by Eddie. You laughed at that, getting another harsh tug from Wally. Right, laughing at misery was not neighborly.

You and Wally helped Frank and Eddie. It took quite a bit to tug the clumsy mailman up, or maybe it’s just your lack of arm strength.

Frank Frankly gave Eddie a harsh look, though it softened immediately after the mailman apologised. It was clear the two were soft on each other. If this wasn’t proof enough, then the many times one sacrificed themselves to save the other are. It used to sting at first, seeing the two go through the heartbreak and loss.

Wally held your hand and smiled. You looked down at the puppet and sneered. An ugly look on you, he’d say, and you couldn’t care less.

Frank starts talking, thankfully.

"My my, what a day... At least my tomatoes aren’t ruined. Be careful, won’t you next time, Mr.Dear?"

"Agh, sorry Frank I didn’t mean to, I swear. God, I should’ve been more careful delivering those packages. Luckily, nothing broke!"

"Who are you delivering these boxes to, neighbour?" Wally asks, looking at the many boxes on the ground.

Oh, I’m delivering these to the bodega! Howdy’s got a large shipment this week."

Hmm, well, I did need to go there to get more fertiliser for my plants. I’ll join you, Mr. Dear." Frank picks up some of the smaller boxes for Eddie. It was a kind thing, and Eddie thanked Frank --- not without insisting on carrying the boxes himself, of course. Frank simply hushed him and smiled, and Eddie smiled back.

"Won’t you join us? Mr.darling and-"

"No. We just left the bodega, actually," Wally explains.

Oh, alright then! Have a good day, you two!" Frank and Eddie head off.

You continue onward. Home’s following eyes are a comfort at times. Now? Not so much... Wally was staring at you intently as you walked. The creep had a love for eye contact, much to your dismay.

The sky had a reddish hue, never a good sign. You turn to look at Home.

Wait a moment. Where did Home go?

Where they had stood was a hole of black, looking infinitely deep and with a spiral surrounding its edges. An eye opens, a hand grabs your leg; it has five fingers, and as soon as you blink, everything goes back to normal.

"What’s wrong, neighbour?"

You were lying on the plush grass with Wally. Julie was to your right.

You grabbed Wally by the throat; he had done it again. Used his weird eldritch abilities to skip the day along.

Wally’s eyes dilated as black sludge left his mouth.

Julie screamed.

Fuck, there went another run. You were so sick of this. So very tired.

You drifted off again, and you knew you'd wake up again inside of Home. Wally will greet you in the morning, and you'll go through this day again, over and over, until you get it right. Until it goes perfectly.

Huh… Now that you dwell on it, you think he whispered ‘sorry’. Perhaps there’s a hidden third side to this strange puppet.

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[steviebears]

Eddie when you accidentally get pregnant

a/n: I made this in response to the overturning of Roe vs Wade in the US right now. Abortion is a necessary medical procedure that deserves to be an option for everyone who can get pregnant. Abortion can be hard, as illustrated here, but it still is such an important option for people to have. If you are sensitive to abortion please be cautious of this. TW for morning sickness as well.

You roll out of his arms and off the bed, darting to the bathroom with a hand over your stomach. Eddie gets up, concerned, and stands at the doorframe.

You kneel down and throw up into the toilet, feeling suddenly unbelievably sick.

"Woah, babe-" He says rushing over to rub your back. Eddie gets up after you finish only to get you a glass of water and sits with you on the floor as your stomach starts to mellow out.

You had written it off as a sickness you caught somehow, but after you got sick for a third time, Eddie began to wonder.

You became tired, sort of weak. You hadn't even noticed that you'd missed your period until Eddie brought it up, he thought you might've gone too long without one.

He approaches with two pregnancy tests in hand, a tender look on his face.

"You've been moody, too." He ends his explanation with, lightheartedly laughing over the recent time you cried because you dropped your sandwich on the floor. You playfully glare at him but your expression turned worried. What if you really were pregnant? You didn't even want to think about what that would mean for you two.

You sat on the floor of the bathroom with your head on Eddie's chest, anxiously waiting for the timer to go off. You bite your nail and had a terrible feeling in your stomach.

When the timer does go off, you both turn over the tests in your hands to see two lines; positive. Your watery eyes have to do a double take, having a hard time believing it was true. You look up at Eddie with a heartbreaking look on your face. Eyebrows furrowed and lip quivering. Your tears finally spill over when you see him looking back down at you.

"Hey, hey." He says softly, cupping your face in his calloused hands.

"It's going to be okay. Nothing to cry about." He says with a reassuring tone, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

That night you lied awake, staring into the ceiling. You knew he was awake. His breathing was still somewhat fast and uneven.

"I don't want it." You blurt out. You had agreed to talk about it the next day, but you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore. Eddie turns to his side to look at you. You make a genuine frown, starting to think about what that meant. You both sit in silence for a moment.

"Do you want an abortion?" He finally asks. He would be lying if he said he didn't care. He did, and it was beginning to weigh on him a bit.

"Does that make me a bad person?" Your voice breaks as you hand ghosts over your lower stomach, immediately retracting your hand back to your side.

"Of course not." Eddie didn't understand the feelings you were having, but he was trying his absolute best to. He never wanted you to feel like a bad person- especially not for doing what is right for you with your own body. You turn to your side to face him back.

"Really?" Your voice breaks to a whisper. He reaches over to move some hair from your face and nods.

The car ride to the clinic was quiet, but not uncomfortable. He held your hand as long as he could until you had to part ways for the procedure. He kissed you goodbye and waited anxiously in the lobby for you, trying to distract his mind by reading the various girly magazines on the side table.

When he was allowed in to see you, his heart broke a little seeing you in that gown with a tired look on your face. You hadn't been sedated or anything, but the stress of the whole situation finally caught up to you. The minute your hand was in his, you couldn't keep the tears down anymore and they spilled free.

"Hey, hey. You're okay, we're okay. It's all okay." He reassures you with a squeeze of his hand. You sniffle and nod, feeling terrible about the actual relief you felt. He makes you laugh by telling you about the articles he'd read and before you knew it, he was helping you into his van.

The cramps were the worst part. It wasn't that they were all that bad, it honestly just felt a little worse than a period. It was just a constant reminder of what you'd just gone through.

Eddie's warm hand lied on your stomach, your head in his chest. You take a deep breath, trying not to overthink the situation. But you just couldn't help feeling terrible about it.

"I'm sorry." You say quietly, as if you weren't really expecting Eddie to hear it. His eyebrows furrow and he turns to you with a questioning look. He doesn't need to say anything to get you to explain further.

"I didn't even ask what you wanted, I'm sorry. It was your baby too." You start to cry for what must've been the thousandth time with week.

"It's your body, babe. You made the right decision, nothing I said could change what is best for you, best for us." You sob into his chest and clutch his shirt at the pain. He rubs your back and holds you tight.

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[royjamierot]

Roy and Jamie sharing a cold peach on their front steps on a hot summer day. (On the intimacy of sharing fruit)

this has been in my inbox foreverrr thank you for sending it because ive been thinking about it literally constantly. i wrote this and im so tired so im sorry if it's terrible hope you enjoy though!

Roy doesn't know how he ended up here, staring at Jamie, who's laughing with him on his front stoop. They had finished with practice, and grabbed some fruit from Roy's kitchen before walking outside to enjoy the weather as it cooled in the evening. They were talking about Jamie's stint on Lust Conquers All, and now Jamie is laughing at a comment Roy made about one of his costars.

"You know, people still come up to me to tell me they think me and Amy shoulda gotten married," Jamie and Roy both laugh at the absurdity. "I don't think I even have her number. I don't know her last name."

"The yoga mums always said that. They're always going on and on about how you and Amy just clicked. I never understood any of that shit, they told me it was- what is that dumb fucking-"

"Body science?" Jamie finishes for him smugly.

"Body science." Roy growls. "I don't understand what the fuck that means."

"Well, I'm fucking fit right?" Roy sees Jamie extend his arms in a questioning movement, and for a moment Roy doesn't realize Jamie is looking for a response. Roy glares at him. He doesn't answer seriously, too afraid of revealing something he shouldn't.

"You know what I think of your looks." Roy says, and Jamie laughs. It's a fucking lovely sight. Jamie's laugh is loud and unabashed, just like the man it belongs to. Roy feels his own lips lilt without his permission. Roy looks down at the soft peach in his hands, and murmurs something about Jamie's ugly hair. He doesn't mean it. He knows he doesn't.

"Everyone thinks I'm fit, you're just contrarian." Jamie nudges him, his eyebrows raised, and Roy looks back up at him. The sun catches his eyes and Roy notices flecks of yellow he's never seen before. He freezes slightly, something in Roy's body taken off guard. The skin of the peach is molded under the pressure of his hand tensing.

"Big word for a prat like you." Roy snipes back, hand relaxing, the marks from his grip left behind in the ripe fruit.

"Fuck off." Jamie says it offhandedly, without hesitation, and he fucking smiles too. Roy wonders when they got to the point that they both know he doesn't mean it.

"Anyways, body science. No matter what your dark-ages gecko brain tells you, I'm fit as fuck, and so was Amy. That's body science. Two fit people existing in the same room." Jamie illustrates his point with a nod at the end of his sentence, and a half serious look, like he's really educating Roy on something.

"That cannot be it." Roy almost laughs at the absurdity.

"Nah, it is mate. Isaac explained it to me." Jamie assures.

"I've heard Isaac talk about it and he did not fucking say that."

"Okay maybe that's my explanation of it, but that's what body science is on a show like Lust Conquers All. The whole show is based on body science."

"Do you mean sexual tension?"

"No, that's different, I have that with everyone." Jamie grins at him, and Roy rolls his eyes.

"You're a right twat." Roy says.

"You still have me around." Jamie tells him, like they're not sitting around hanging around even though their practice has been done for over an hour.

"I'm not sure why." He says it, but he does know why.

"Who would you take your anger out on every morning?"

"Some other dickhead who deserved it."

"Aw, don't say that, I thought we had something special." Jamie makes eyes at him that would look somehow more in place on a puppy, but also somehow fit Jamie.

Roy just looks at him, and shakes his head. Jamie takes a bite of his own peach, undented and orange and ripe.

He takes a big bite out of the side of the peach, and Roy watches him chew for a moment before he notices everything about Jamie and has to look away.

"Fuck, that's good." Jamie basically fucking moans and Roy isn't a strong enough man to not look back.

The juice of the peach drips down Jamie's well sculpted jaw as he takes another bite. It almost drips off entirely but instead falls on his jawline. Roy's fingers crave to reach out and wipe it off. They don't. Instead, he runs his fingers over the indents in his own fruit.

Jamie takes another bite, and notices Roy just watching him.

"This peach is fucking lush, you should have yours." Jamie advises through a mouthful. It does nothing to help the situation on his chin and his lips, suddenly shiny and sticky with the juice of the fruit. Roy can't find it within himself to look away, or to stop holding his own peach too tightly, damaging the skin ever so slightly.

It takes him aback, how much he notices the juice on his face.

Jamie hums after his bite is finished. Roy looks away when Jamie almost catches him staring. He looks down at the peach in his hand and the marks he's made in it. Holding it up to his lips, he takes a bit. His face scrunches. It's too soft, and slightly sour.

"Mine's no good. Overripe." He turns the peach over in his hands, the deep marks from little pressure making sense. The fruit is almost mush in his hands. He sets it on the concrete knowing he can't eat anymore.

"Shit. Try mine." Jamie holds his peach out, and Roy can't look at it. Why would he? Jamie is right here in front of him.

"I'm not eating your half eaten scraps."

"No, you don't get it, it's the best peach I've had in my life, you gotta try it." Jamie insists, shiny juice still coating his lips and chin. Roy wants to lick it off.

His brain goes fuzzy, the way it does when his body overrides his ever working mind, and does something stupid. There's one thought in his head, and it's Jamie.

"Okay." Roy murmurs. His hands move of their own accord, and one finds itself cupping Jamie's chin, pulling him closer to Roy. Jamie goes with his hand.

"Tell me to fuck off again. Tell me you don't want this." Roy tells Jamie, their breath mingling from their few inches of space, their noses almost bumping.

"I want this." Jamie says, and Roy is gone. He kisses Jamie like he's trying to consume him whole, trying to taste him. He bites Jamie's bottom lip like it's the fruit itself. Jamie smiles against him. It's so good he doesn't think the fruit could possibly be better. His thumb rubs Jamie's chin, and he pulls away. Jamie instinctively chases him, and Roy smiles.

Roy's thumb collects the dripping juice from Jamie's chin, and he tastes it.

"Mm. Good."

Jamie stares at him, shaky grin occupying his face, and he holds up the peach.

"Try it." Roy takes a bite, and it's good but he was right. It's not comparable to the taste of Jamie.

"Good. Not you though." He murmers though half lidded eyes, diving in for another kiss.

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