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mournings-stars · 3 months

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adam's wings

this is the adam smut i was talking about... it was originally gonna come after a mini fic but i couldn't figure out how to end the fic so yall can have this smut

all you need to know is adam's had a massive crush on the reader (fem!reader) for like 5+ years and in the last extermination her wings get got (poor you)

I'll publish the fic eventually but enjoy this man being pathetic and a switch (also i hardly write male smut so i hope it's good :))

Life without your wings was something you were just going to have to get used to. It was awful, for the most part, and when it wasn’t it was tolerable. Instead of flying, you and Lute walked in the mornings… you had to use stairs, and you had to ask for help getting things that were too high — of course, Adam liked when you asked him to get things. It boosted his already massive ego now that you were spending more time together.

Instead of a yearly lunch and dinner after extermination with casual work conversation in between, you had lunch once a week and found yourselves talking often.

Like today; you weren’t expecting anyone, but Adam brought it upon himself to come to your apartment. He appeared on your balcony, knocking on the glass doors impatiently until you opened them, confused.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“You could sound a little happier, dude,” he scoffed as he held out a bag. “I brought you food.”

“Sorry knocking at my window freaked me out, dude.” You rolled your eyes as you took the bag. “Are we having lunch together?”

Your excited face made him frown and you quickly understood that no, you were not having lunch because he was always busy doing the job you used to help with.

“Hey, don’t look so down, angel.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek. “If you’re still up, I’ll stop by for dinner.”

“Just wake me up—“

“No can do, sugar tits,” you rolled your eyes at the nickname. “Doc says you still need rest.”

“Ugh! Fuck the doctor!” You tossed the food on your coffee table, making him yell “hey!” “Sorry.”

“I used my piss break to get you that!”

“I said sorry! I’m sorry. Thank you for the food.” He huffed, looking at the discarded bag. “Don’t be a baby.”

“You’ve been in such a fucking mood, babe.” He brought his hands to your hips, pulling you up against him. “What happened? You were doing fine without…” His hands traveled to your lower back, then further up, making you wince. “Have you been resting?”

“Don’t baby me. I don’t need rest — I need my fucking wings back—“

“Sh, sh, sh,” he cooed, head lowering to your neck. “Watch your fucking mouth.” The cool mouth of his mask grazed your skin as his fingers traced down the line of your spine, making you inhale sharply and arch toward him. He took that opportunity to hold you tighter. “I can make you feel better, angel… Do you want me to?” His lips pressed against your neck, much more tender than he would’ve liked, but he didn’t mind having to ease in.

“How much longer is your break?”

“Ended five minutes ago, but who gives a shit?” He laughed as his kisses on your neck became more forceful. “I’ll tell them you needed my help… that you begged me to stay… I’ll say I couldn’t fucking resist you…” He licked a stripe up your neck, making you shudder. “I just had to help… It’s the angelic thing to do—“

“Adam.”

“Yeah, baby?” He was biting down on your neck.

“Bedroom,” was all you had to say for him to suck the darkest fucking hickey onto your skin.

“Fuck yeah, baby!” Before you could turn away from him, he lifted you up and took you to your room, setting you on the bed before you pulled him on top of you. You got his mask off as quickly as possible, accidentally leaving the horns, but you didn't care.

“You look kinda sexy with horns,” you said as you pulled him down and pressed your lips to his.

“Kinda?” He laughed into the kiss.

“Mmm… Really sexy.” He groaned when your hands caressed the horns, gripping them and forcing his head at the angle you wanted. “Yeah. I could get used to this.”

“Don’t get cocky,” he warned, eagerly pushing his hips up against yours and shoving his tongue in your mouth with so much haste you had to pull back.

“I don’t want a quickie today—” you started, speaking against his forceful lips.

“Yeah, sure, angel, whatever you want,” he impatiently got his mouth back on yours, hands pulling you against him harshly.

“Stay with me today… You can work from home, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come up with something. Just shut up.” But then he paused. “Home?” He asked. “With you?”

It was times like these where you remembered he’d been crushing on you for at least five years. You laughed. “Figure of speech, darling—“

“Oh, right, right.” He was quick to get his mouth back on yours.

“But…” You tried to speak between kisses. “I wouldn’t mind — you — coming home — to me every night — like this—“

“You’re making me hard as fuck. Stop talking.” You did as he asked, but reached your hand down to grope him. Before you could, he grabbed your hand and shook his head. “Not yet,” he said quickly before bringing his mouth back to your neck to suck bruises on to.

But you wanted to touch him, and as your half-lidded eyes looked at what you could touch, your hands reached for his golden wings. Your fingertips stroked the tops of them, feeling just how delicate they were. They were soft, fragile, and utterly beautiful. Your hands traveled down to the base of them, fingers tracing around the feathers with gentle pressure.

Adam froze on top of you, cutting off his kisses with a strained moan as he shuddered, hips jerking and eyes fluttering. “F-ah-fuck, oh my… fuck,” he whined as you continued your gentle touches to his wings. His hands gripped you harder, hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t care when you had his head buried in the crook of your neck as he whined in your ear, hips thrusting up against nothing to try and get some kind of relief. “Baby… your gonna — fuck — you gotta stop — it’s — ah, fuck.” He was trying to push your hips down so he could at least grind against you as you tortured him like this, but he couldn’t pull himself together enough to get it right.

“Shh, baby, I got you… You like that?” He sunk his teeth into your shoulder when you spoke, moaning against you. “Let me help,” you laughed, stopping momentarily to get his and your robes off.

He couldn’t even give you foreplay if he wanted to right now. He just needed to be inside you.

That’s exactly what you let him do. You got both your undergarments off as he lazily kissed your shoulder and reached down, guiding him between your legs. You inhaled, moaning when he pushed his cock inside of you, filling you up and making his hips twitch with how wet and ready you were for him. Your legs went around his waist as he rocked his hips and your hands went back to his back.

As soon as you touched his wings again, his hips were snapping against yours and he was muttering incoherently, “fuck, baby.” “Needa be inside you.” “So good.” “Want you even more.” “Don’t stop.”

When you started whining in his ear as he buried himself inside you just to grind against you, massaging that soft spot just above your cervix and making your cunt tighten around him, he completely lost it. He didn’t hold back on his loud moaning, desperate licking, or harsh biting for anything. He left your neck, shoulders, and collarbones a discolored mess as his hands found your breasts and groped. He pinched your nipples, rolling and twisting harsh enough to get you arching into him, but gentle enough to make sure he didn’t hurt you.

“You’re all mine,” he panted into your neck, kissing up to your cheek in an effort to find your lips. “No one else can have you… You can’t — ah — you can’t let anyone else touch you. I’d have to fucking kill them,” that, he said clear as day, making you moan his name. “No one’s ever gonna hurt my angel again… Never.” Finally, his mouth found yours and his rough kisses had you gasping for breath as if he’d just threatened you and not the entire world outside of this room.

His hips didn’t stop, but the more you felt up his wings, the sloppier he got. “Fuck,” he groaned, voice hoarse. “Need more of you.” He brought one hand by your head, pushing himself up and getting your dangerously pleasuring hands away from his wings as his other hand went between you and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hips back before thrusting into you, making your eyes roll back as you turned to the side to bury your face in your pillow. “There it is.” He held you in place, hitting that same spot with each thrust and making you tighten around him. “That's it… That's my girl.”

You fisted the sheets, moaning loudly into your pillow. Adam grabbed you by the neck, using his fingers to turn your head toward him. “Let me hear you,” he said, voice still whiny from the way you were touching him and making your stomach flutter. “You’ve been feeling me up this whole fucking time, it’s time for my reward, yeah?” You nodded, never breaking eye contact, and he smiled. “Good fucking girl.”

His hand went down to your hips, resting on your lower stomach and pressing down to make you groan. His thumb moved to your clit, pressing down to feel you pulse against him. He laughed. “I knew you fucking needed me. Little attitude’s all fucking gone now, huh?” He circled his thumb, thrusting into you at the same excruciatingly slow pace. “Thought you’d have me like this, didn’t you, angel? All fucking pathetic.”

“Fuck you—“ You whined, trying to sound mad and failing — how he’d completely flipped the situation was beyond you, but you didn’t care when you felt like this. Of course, that wouldn’t stop you from running your mouth. (Or getting him back later).

“Shut up and take it, bitch— oh! Shit, that was kinda mean. Fuck, sorry babe.” He leaned down, kissing you quick and making you laugh as your hands reached up to his face to keep kissing him. “I didn’t mean that.” But when you kept laughing, he quickly told you to, “shut up,” again, then, “you sound really fucking pretty, so don’t actually.”

“Adam,” you warned, hand reaching down toward his wings. “You’re the one that needs to shut up—“

“No fucking way.” He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, picking his pace back up and making the bed knock against the wall with how rough he was being. “You and your pretty little hands are dangerous, angel… Gotta put you back in your place.” He brought his hand to the back of your thigh, pushing it up by your side to get even deeper.

That and so he could watch your cunt taking him. His gaze alone made your legs shake, your moaning picking back up. He got the hint, pushing himself deeper and grinding against you until you were so tight around him that he could hardly move.

But he did anyway, fucking into you harder and faster as his hands held your squirming hips still. He moaned at the way you tightened around him, your hands pushing at his hips to get him to stop overstimulating you as you came, but that did nothing but turn him on as you moaned his name like a fucking prayer, back arching and hips writhing on the sheets as your hands settled to grip his wrists and your eyes shut in pure bliss.

“Shh, baby, I got you,” he mocked your words from earlier, making your eyes screw shut as you tightened around him again. That made him shudder, his hips twitching as he thrusted sharply, his orgasm filling you up and dripping out of you as his eyes shut and hands moved to grip yours, pinning them to the bed.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum spill out of you with a cocky smile. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he said, hands squeezing yours. “How’s it feel having the—“

“If you say anything about your ‘first dick,’ I’ll kill you,” you said breathlessly, cutting him off before he could start and making him roll his eyes. “But… it feels really fucking good—“ “That’s my fucking girl!”

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lekeyeh24 · 11 months

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Hello!!

I was wondering if I could request for earth 42 miles.

I was thinking reader is on miles apartment rooftop alone singing and miles hears her from his window and goes to the rooftop.

(They don’t know eachother)

If you could that would be amazing!!

(Just so you know, I already sent this request to someone else but I would like to see your creativity with this request either way!!)

ofcc thats a good suggestion cus i need yall to request sum ideas im out if them😭😪

EARTH 42 MILES MORALES X FEM READER ONE SHOT.

miles pov

i was walking up to the stairs trying to get away from all the stress i was going through, as i reached the door i heard a voice coming from the other side of the door. Confused and curious about who was singing he quickly and quietly walked on to the platform when the mystery

voice was coming from , it was calm and soothing for him he was relaxed by the voice of the person it nice and a way to take the stress out. when he reached when the voice had came from he was in shock it was a beautiful girl who looked his age who hadn’t seen him yet and was still singing . He was in love with her voice is was so angelic , she had finished singing and it was silent until he said something to the girl

y/ns pov

“I liked your song” said a chilling but calm voice said out of nowhere, it scared you casing you to flinch out of fear but when u realized it was a boy who looked your age you calmed down a little bit but still had your guard up just incase he tried something. “thank you” the boy looked at you and saw that you had gotten up and moved to the edge of the building but not close enough for you to fall “ I didnt mean to scare you I just came up here to get some air” it was silent for a second till the girl said “its fine i came here for the same reason….my name is y/ btw”

“miles, miles morales but you can call me miles” he said with a smile on his face as he was saying his name I analyzed his figure then looked back at his gorgeous eyes they were so beautiful the way he looked and you loved his hair. “nice to meet you miles morales” you said with a smile on your face. After introducing yourselves you both talked abt things and got comfortable and sat next to each other laughing and messing around, miles missed this feeling after his dad died he became depressed and broken and needed time to process what happened happened over the last sad couple of days. but this right here was real he felt good great in fact he opened up to you and told you everything as for you , you as well told his everything. as the day went by it was getting late and you both needed to go back home as you both were walked down the apartment stairwell you were both laughing and enjoying each others company turns out you both live next to wach other. “good night Hermosa thank you for tonight I loved every single second of it I will text you ok.” you blushed at the nickname he had for you “good night miles I loved it to thank you for this” as you both looked into each others eyes he leaned in as well as you did and both connected your lips together it was filled with love and compassion but soon you both had to go back for air, as you both parted away from the kiss he looked at your eyes and smiled . You fluttered your eyes oped and couldn’t help but smile and look down miles had lifted your chin up and said “dont be embarrassed I enjoyed it”

after that he pecked you lips one more time and said goodnight and went in his apartment as well as you did.

‼️I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS ALSO I WILL BE MAKING A chapter 1 of enemies to lovers abt earth 42 miles morales it will be posted tmr thank you.‼️

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #ghost spider #miles morales x reader #spider gwen #spider man: across the spider verse

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kcrossvine-art · 1 year

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whats crackling? whats snackling? in the near future, possibly YOU! This next one might be good for those of yall who dont have big kitchens. Today on our cooking review revue is Golden Hill pears from the Redwall Cookbook-

(for crackling and snackling purposes you can find the original recipe at the bottom to follow along)-

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Golden Hill Pears?” YOU MIGHT ASK

sugar

water

4 medium pears (peeled, halved, cored)

ground allspice

As you can guess by the ingredients, golden hill pears are just caramelized pears. Am a huge fuckin fan of caramelized stone fruits- peaches, pears, plums,- but contrary to my normal method of using an oven to achieve the desired syrupy goodness, this recipe calls only for a little sauce-pot and lid!

AND, “what does Golden Hill Pears taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

If you've had caramelized fruit before you'll get the gist, however, these are on the higher end in terms of taste 100%

The allspice is such a brush of warmth and comfort

Tastes like cuddling the person you love in front of the fire

Caramel taste is even throughout

Would be so so so good paired with a nice pulled pork stew

And warm apple cider would be perfectionx2

A fulfilling end to a fall season that passed too fast

. Where pear halves called for, strained and used canned pear slices (0% added juice) . Where sugar called for, used fine granulated sugar . Tripled cooking time for initial caramelization

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Go fucking hogwild with the allspice honestly, i used about 2 soup-spoonfuls of it and couldve still probably done more. its up to personal preference but its damn good.

Also; cooked way more evenly than youd think. Once the initial caramelization was done each 'batch' of pears cooked pretty quick.

SO, it took me about 3 tries to get this right as the book describes itself. My first mistake was letting it get to a golden brown color, as the book says you should, because by the time the sugar and water is that color alone in the pan, it is already way too late and is going to burn by the time you add the pears in. You need to add the pears in a bit earlier than whats going to feel right- when the mixture becomes a strong yellow-ish color id say?

The second time, because the first try had burnt, i tried lowering the heat/going against the books advice and stirring throughout. In all previous times ive caramelized something it was good to get some motion in there, so i figured if it burnt before maybe the issue was too much heat and no movement. This didnt work. This instead somehow created massive sugar crystals which over the period of about 30 seconds (once reaching temp and adding to the pan) quickly hardened and had to be chipped away until it broke off the spoon and the pot. Im not a scientist i have no fucking idea.

It mightve tasted good and been a cool cake topper but at this point we were 40 minutes in with no delicious pears so we werent wasting time with tasters.

Third attempt; corrected from previous mistakes. Watched the saucepot like a fuckin HAWK, didnt stir or disturb the pan, had it on medium heat for about 21 minutes until it started turning yellow, added the pears and allspice in immediately, covered and simmered it. I had 2 cans of pears that i strained and patted dry of excess fluid, so with 2 seperate batches for the one pot. I think the second batch came out richer but there wasnt too much a difference. Both came out lovely to eat with the syrup drizzled over top.

All in all, from deciding to make them to having them in my belly, and subtracting failed attempts, id estimate it took about 30 minutes? It would be longer if you prepared the pears yourselves, along with the cooktime for them probably, but its not neccesary for this recipe.

It tastes fuckin good and would be excellent in living situation where all you have available is a portable hot-top. I could see myself making it again now that i know what visual cues to look for.

I give this recipe a solid 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.)

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Ingredients:

3 tablespoons sugar

4 medium pears, peeled, halved lengthwise and cored

Generous pinch ground allspice

Method:

Put the sugar in the bottom of a heavy saucepan and sprinkle 2 tablespoons of water over it. Cook over medium heat without stirring until the mixture reaches a golden brown caramel, about 7 minutes. (Swirl the pan if the caramel colors unevenly).

Standing back, pour in 1/4 cup of water, taking care as it will spit.

Add the pears and allspice to the pan, cover and simmer until the pears are tender, 10 to 15 minutes.

Use a slotted spoon to transfer the pears to a serving dish. Raise the heat and boil the syrup vigourously for 1 minute.

Pour the syrup over the pears and serve immediately, or let cool and then chill before serving.

#cross cooks redwall #food recipe #caramelized #digital art

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arlemangel7 · 17 days

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Gambit x fem!blackReader x rogue

I'm upset so cuddles and wholesome

After a long days work one thing gambit likes to do is cuddle with his girls on the couch and lucky for him you two were already on the couch flipping through channels cuddling under a blanket. "Hey baby" you say as you hear the door close and keys hit the bottom of the bowl. "Hey mon chers, how are my babies today" you run over to him practically climbing up into his open arms "I'm alright just missed you quite a bit, you've been gone all day" you say as he carries you back to the couch sitting beside rogue with you in his lap. "Hey sugar *mwah* I'm alright, I really missed you too honey" Rogue says as she lays across your lap while you pet her hair.

"So, what movie are we watching tonight mon amors?" Gambit says reaching for the remote glancing down at rogue "dealers choice, I'm down for anything?" She answers. "What about you sweetness, don't matter?" He coos down at you. "Yea it doesn't matter to me so long as yall are here with me" you answer giving him a Eskimo kiss. He ends up choosing some old reality show that yall are watching right now. The rest of the night is spent under a few blankets while yall talk about the show and figure out what that nights dinner would be. You end up falling asleep a few hours later on the couch until four or five in the morning until one of you wakes first and proceed to wake the others up and guide each other to bed.

As always thoughts are mine characters are not

I hope yall are doing well mental physically and emotionally take care of yourselves

Signing off for now 💋💋

#character x fem! reader #black coded reader #female reader #gambit x reader

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xsarcasticwriterx · 2 years

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Slurred Confessions

Summary: Secrets often never remain a secret long around a team of profilers

warning: Alchohol mentions, uhhh thats all and a shit ton of fluff,

Pairings: Spencer x reader

Notes: Yall seemed to have really loved the last spencer fic i wrote so heres another less angsty one. This one is a shorter fic but i still hope yall enjoy.

Being in the BAU meant your whole life was put out for the whole team to know. If you wanted to travel you had to let the team know, if you wanted a break you had to be questioned on why, and if you wanted to simply go out garcia wanted to know where when and why. This meant every secret was on display for the team to know. Well almost every secret.

You and spencer had been together for 5 years and unofficially living together for 2. unofficially due to you pretty much living with spencer but not on forms and still having your own apartment. although you only go to that apartment when you must. It was one of the few secrets that has stayed a secret with the team only thinking you and spencer have a crush on one another but the other doesn't know. You two hated keeping a secret from the others but it really felt like the only part of your life that you two had to yourselves.

Things only got difficult as Garcia pushed for you to tell spencer of your feelings as she was certain he felt the same back. And it really got difficult when garcia tried to push you two to date by just "happening" to have you two left in the conference room alone and on team outings by just "coincidentally" leaving you two at the table. Of course it was great as you two got to spend more alone time together but also it was difficult to hide yalls feelings from the others even small things like sitting close to each other or even holding hands purely out of habit. Through everything you two managed to stay a secret, until morgan got involved.

After a particularly difficult case, which you had to sit out on due to feeling sick, the team went out to a bar to go have a few drinks. Spencer didn't even plan on drinking but morgan insisted he have a small drink and one turned into two and before spencer knew it he was completely wasted. "morgannnnn" spencer said walking, well more like stumbling, to morgan across the dance floor tripping into his arms. "whoa pretty boy I think its time we get you home." morgan said stabling spencer back onto his feet. "I miss y/nnnn" spencer said with a pouty face. morgan gave a small laugh "she'll be back tomorrow she's only sick" he said walking spencer out of the bar and to morgan's car.

"I miss herrrr and herr pretty hairrrr and pretty smile and cute laughhh" spencer said stumbling. "Spencer why dont you tell her this?" he asked. "I doooo every dayyyyy every momentttt every secondddd I tell her I love herrrr" spencer said as morgan helped him into the car. "You told her you love her?" morgan said confused. spencer gave an over dramatic nod. morgan was taken back by this. sure he knew spencer had feelings for you but that he loved you? and he told you this? "and what'd she say?" morgan asked while getting into the driver's side. "She always says she loves meeeeee" spencer said looking out the window dreaming of everytime you said those words that he adored so deeply.

Morgan was simply in shock at this new knowledge and unable to hold in his shocked expression. "so you've told her you love her and she says she loves you too?" morgan said making sure he got his facts straight. "Yessss" spencer slurred. morgan remained in silent shock trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Soon the boys arrived at spencer's apartment. Morgan helped spencer up the stairs and propped him on the wall "keys?" morgan asked. As spencer aimlessly patted himself down morgan sighed "just knockkkkkk" spencer said knowing you'd probably be inside. "knock, spencer you live alone" morgan said concerned for the young man. "just do ittt" spencer said slowly slipping to the floor. morgan groaned sitting spencer back up before knocking.

You were watching tv with a warm bowl of soup in your hand. You heard voices outside and assumed it was spencer. soon you heard a loud thump and quickly got up as you got to the door you heard a knock. immediately opening the door you faced a confused and stunned morgan as you stood with a blank face, and soon tackled by a drunken spencer. "hey baby" you say pulling slightly from spencer. "baby?" morgan asked. "morgan, come on in" you said ignoring his confused face. morgan came in sitting on your couch looking around and seeing all the obvious signs of you around. "i missed youuuu" spencer said kissing your face. "Your drunk" you said giggling. "yesss I am but I still missed you" he said smiling sleepily. "I missed you too, love" you said kissing spencer. Morgan simply watched mouth open in shock of all of this. "come on" you said bringing spencer to Yall's shared room. you grabbed a pair of sleep pants and a white shirt "here get changed and i'll bring you some water so tomorrow isn't too bad" you said pushing Spencer's curls out of his face. spencer nodded as you left the room.

"so. bet you have some questions" you said finally addressing morgan. "Yea. like, what?" he said confused by well everything. "It happened soon after I joined the BAU. I figured out spencer had feelings for me and so I asked him out for coffee. After that things just fell into place. We decided to keep it between us because, well really because yall know everything about our lives we just wanted to have this for ourselves. Then I just slowly kinda started living here but obviously couldn't officially due to documents which garcia and hotch would see and well Garcia tells everything to everyone as much as I love her." you said explaining it all in a very vague way. morgan took it all in and nodded "that makes sense. So i'm the only one who knows?" he asked. you nodded "yep, although maybe we should start telling others. ill talk to spencer about it in the morning, thank you for getting him here safe." you said hugging morgan "Of course. And hey if you two decide to keep between yourselves thats cool too i'll keep it a secret" he said hugging you back.

You walked morgan out and walked back into your and spencers room to find a passed out spancer face flat in the pillow. you gave a small laugh before crawling into bed too. soon you felt spencer spoon into you and hold you. "I love you" spencer said sleepily. "I love you too spence now get some sleep."

#dr. spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

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spiritlessatlas · 11 months

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Small fanfic to get out of weird writers block is not the greatest but it's something

It was a Friday night when you and your friends were at a local club having a good time, but you started to feel like someone was watching you from afar. You glance over and there is this man looking at you and as soon as you lock eyes with him, he starts making his way towards you and your friends. He’s tall, tan and very rugged looking but very handsome. You get this feeling in the pit of your stomach but not sure if it’s the drinks talking or if something is up, but you roll with it and you continue dancing. As he finally gets to you he flashes you a small sly smile and bends down to talk to you “let me buy you and your friends a drink, yeah?”

You think about it for a second before agreeing to the offer, only because men have been buying you and your friends drinks all night anyways. As everyone heads to the bar you and the mysterious man begin to start talking and you find out his name is Miguel and he's a local in the town. You begin to think of all the places in this big town that might be a hidden gem. As yall get the drinks you seem to realize you have lost some of your friends but soon realize they are back on the dance floor with some hunks they found themselves. You kind of chuckle and return your attention to the man in front of you. Before you finish your drink you set it down and ask him “So anything interesting here in the city that could pique our interest?”

He laughs and nods, finishing off his drink “Plenty why don't I show you and your friends around? It’ll also be nice to get some fresh air.”

You agree and round up your friends and head out of the bar. As you do so your friends bring some of the men they have gotten close to that night. But little did you and your friends know your lives are gonna change forever. As you tour the city with these people you start to notice that the men are starting to give each other looks and gestures towards a dark place of town. Once again that feeling comes back and that's when you realize this is definitely a bad sign. You pull a friend aside real quick and whisper what might be going on.

“Y/N i thought something was weird also,” your friend says as you’re kinda far from the group’ but still within ear shot, “I thought it was just me. But I guess we need to beat these guys down.” She laughs catching up pretending like nothing happened but still keeping an eye on the situation. As the night goes on you and your friend notices the gestures more and more. You quickly get on the phone with the local police.

“911 what's your emergency?”

“Hi my name is Y/N and we are with these men we met from a bar and we are currently at the nightingale bar on 6th street we are in need of assistance we think they are going to do something to us.”

You talk with the operator for a bit and she reassures you something will be done. After you hang up you and your friends decide to go to the restroom but it was to camp out in the bathroom until something happens but nothing does. You realize that help is not coming and you need to fend for yourselves. As you walk back into the bar you seem to realize the bar atmosphere has changed and something is definitely going on. By the time you get back to Migel and his friends they have gotten a private room and had ordered a round of drinks for everyone

“y/n why don't you have a drink? I figured it would be something you’d like with the things you have been ordering tonight.” Miguel said with a sly smile and a quick glance to his new friends.

“Y’know i'm not thirsty right now but thank you. I'm not feeling well right now, I think I am going to need a small break.” you say with a small shy smile trying not to drink because you get that same sinking feeling. Your friends chime in and all agree and when they follow your lead you can see the irritation on their faces and can feel the rising tension in the room.

“Why not Y/N you were fine before we came here, and I can sense you’re fine now. So come on, just drink it and let's have some fun.” Miguel says and winks

You gulp and just look around at everyone you sigh and take the drink and notice it was just water and it didn't taste different so you set it down and wait but nothing happens it was just plain water.

Miguel smiles and chuckles a bit “See it wasnt that hard now was it y/n?”

You shake your head and try to not just shake off the feeling that has not gone away but to convince yourself that nothing is going to happen when the inevitable finally happens. You look back at Miguel and realize that something about him has changed. He flashes a very toothy grin and that's when it hits you and you see his fangs seconds before him and his friends lunge at you and your friends turning you into minions for them to build an empire he's been trying to make for some time to take over this part of the city

#fanfiction #tumblr fanfic #fanfic writing #character x reader

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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bro just stop. admit you confused the akrida like you posted wholechested last night, stop trying mental gymnastics about this shit like afive year old gotcha, you're literally trying to white man WELL ACTUALLY a cultural thing from my backyard.

there's a reason it's pronounced lougarou you fucking mental inadequate.

the only reason you guys thought you had a dunk was your lack of education or culture. this is pathetic.

"they changed its name" brooooskdfjskdjf broooooooooooo its the same thing you fucking idiot i'm not gonna change a letter on the same critter from how i spelled it my whole life, get your white nonsense out of here catch a clue i didn't spell it rougarou either you fucking child

new orleans STILL apparently confuses these uncultured swine

you fucked up dude.

it's a rugaru with an accent, i'm not sure why you wanna die on a commonly known lingual hill -- oh, to bury your akrida fuckup, right.

this man would argue to the death that it's not soda, it's pop, if he thought he could finally score a point on me. it's all fuckin root beer dude. rugaru is loup garou sorry to embarass you so bad.

there was an australian wendigo and now there's a french-canadian rougarou and yall are acting confused as fuck, and yet arrogant at the same time, it's the wildest shit. you refuse to tap the brakes and figure out WHY they made two variants weak to heart stabbing silver, and why that was important, because you wanna argue until you pass out that it's not a variant, by ignoring [checks notes] the real world and history. hell the whole reason it's a cross now. you guys are so obsessed with white people self congratulatory pedantics that you won't let yourselves actually figure out what's going on.

this man deadass "There's not a rougarou, there's a french quarter rougarou."

this shit is like yelling at a mexican saying "ITS NOT GATO, ITS CAT" only dumber because there's only one letter difference in the phonetics

2p0 just now realizing that people who speak different languages and dialects CAN live in the same community and have slightly varied pronunciations of words for the same thing. Wow. Groundbreaking.

the only reason they tacked the L on front was so morons like you wouldn't whine about adding a silver weakness. same as AUSTRALIAN wendigo. it's a french rugaru dude please just cope

all one wild distraction from your hugeass akrida fail.

Remember what I said about idiots hearing things through idiot lenses then laughing to other idiots that nobody notices the idiot thing? This. This is that.

They SHOULD be stopping to wonder why they picked TWO monsters they needed variants for specifically weak to silver, AUSTRALIAN WENDIGO and FRENCH RUGARU. They both represent the same primitive issues that the show is breaking down on both sides of the fence, and that silver is an important SERIES-LONG METAPHOR. But pat isn't ready to wrap his head around that. he just wants real real bad to win a point and through idiot lenses this looks like a chance for him.

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clementines-writing-corner · 5 months

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Hello friends!

As promised, here is one of the extra posts about my original story! A few weeks back, I introduced y’all to Queen Aurora of Sylvanthia, so today I figured I’d introduce you to the special man in her life! ᕱ__< He was talked about briefly in her short character description, but he is one of my 2 main, main characters so I figured I’d better give him his own proper introduction. I also have a picrew of him to share, but hopefully someday I’ll get around to creating my own drawing. Without further ado, however, I’m delighted to introduce ma main boy Kazuki!

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Kazuki of Okunseiko [meaning]

Age 18

Human

Rightful Ruler of Okunseiko

He was about to be coronated when sh*t hit the fan and he had to flee with Sascha

His mother was assassinated when he was 12 and his dad got super over protective

When he was 16 his dad contracted the same illness that killed Aurora’s mother

His uncle Kagero took over as pseudo-regent until his dad passed away when he was 18 and Kazuki was to be crowned king

However on his coronation day Kagero attempted to murder him (it was very chaotic lots of explosions and magic) framing it as an outside assassination forcing him to flee

Engaged to Aurora of Sylvanthia

A puppy love childhood romance in which they strong armed their parents into making official by betrothing them

He misses her desperately (it makes Sascha sick)

A very calm, steady individual, it takes a lot to make Kazuki lose his cool (something Sascha seems very good at)

Also quite adept at reading emotions, even Sascha’s, which gets under her skin something fierce

Very artistically inclined

Loves music of any kind

Plays the violin/fiddle himself

Constantly doubts his ability to be a good ruler, but has a very logical and tactical mind along with empathy in spades

Though Sascha constantly complains he is useless he has saved her life more than once through both strategy and his instinctual understanding of others

He is very aware he is mostly book smart not street smart however

His mind is current on worrying for his people, figuring out why his Uncle betrayed him and if there is a bigger problem at hand (like he fears), and making his way to reunite with Aurora after 6 long years apart without getting killed in the process

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Sooooo… what do ya think? Not sure if y'all saw my last post, but writing out even this short description of Kazuki was one of the first indicators that I had a lot more worldbuilding to do before I was ready to manuscript anything and also the moment when my main antagonist began to take shape. No spoilers (half because spoiler suck and half because I’m still shaky on the details myself) but I hope yall will stick around with me as I continue to craft this story and find out for yourselves in time. I have a long journey ahead and next week you will be getting a second extra content post revealing some more characters!!

TTYL! (And remember to dot those j’s and cross those t’s!)

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

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whoree321 · 3 years

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I am not sure if you have done this already, (if you have, you can ignore it) BUT... I'd love to see some NSFW headcannons for Tech...

i have not done this yet but i am frothing at the mouth at the opportunity! the lust that i feel for that man is indescribable

nsfw tech headcanons

warning: if the title wasn’t clear, these are literally just dirty dirty sex thoughts. X rated shit. if filth of this nature is not suitable for you plz don’t read<3

first and foremost it is very very important for me to say that i know, with 100% confidence, that tech is the best at sex of all the bad batch members

i understand this may be a controversial take. some of you may disagree. i don’t care.

the reasons that tech is the best at sex are threefold

1) tech does not tolerate being anything less than exceedingly proficient when it comes to his knowledge and abilities in any given subject of interest. regardless of the occasion, he won’t accept a below average performance from himself. tech has put in the hours, on and off the field (if you will), to ensure he is well versed in anything and everything to do with sex and pleasure. and he’s always anxious to experiment and learn more

2) tech is not hindered by shyness in the bedroom. when he knows what he’s doing, tech is confident (borderline arrogant), and as stated in reason #1, he KNOWS what he’s doing. tech may be a blushing, bashful mess when it comes to the emotional aspects of a relationship, but once y’all start getting hot and heavy he loses pretty much all of that. he knows he’s gonna show you a good time, and he’s excited

3) tech is also not hindered by pride in the bedroom. he has a very holistic view of sex (seriously he did a lot of research, he knows every school of thought regarding sexual intimacy), and he understands it in both a physical, theoretical way and also in a more emotional way. his main concern is mutual satisfaction by any means necessary, but if you’re in a relationship he’s also very interested in using sex has a way to like strengthen your connection. tech has no interest in being some kind of macho, alpha male that can conquer you or something. he’s not gonna limit himself to certain positions or methods to try to preserve his sense of masculinity. he wants you to feel good, and nothing is off the table. he will explore anything to enhance the experience (like seriously anything- we will get into that in a bit)

so for those reasons, i think tech is lowkey a sex god

whether or not you’ve had sex before when you and tech get together, sleeping with him for the first time might as well be your first time ever

because you did not know sex could really be THAT good

and that’s before he has the opportunity to really learn your body and figure out the best ways to pleasure you

i think that for a hot second, sex with tech is always a little bit of an experiment

he’s obviously focused on you and the moment, but he’s also doing research. (with your permission) tech will literally take detailed notes, he’ll record you so he can watch it back and analyze his performance like a professional athlete or something. he’s keeping track of how you respond to different things, how fast he can get you hurtling over the edge with different positions, paces, toys, etc.

side note: he loves toys. tech will modify toys (or fully build his own) based on both of your specific needs, so that even the toys yall use are designed with maximum efficiency

that’s really the only flaw with tech in a sexual sense: he’s really really methodical in the beginning, and it can sometimes take away from the genuine passion of the moment

once he’s satisfied with his research and feels confident in his knowledge of your body tho, it becomes wayyyy more natural and intimate rather than a science experiment. he’s solid in his physical knowledge of you, so he’s more focused on enjoying the moment and having fun

it’s almost like he needed to memorize the best way to fuck you and do it over and over until he didn’t need to consciously think about it before he could fully let himself go with you. there’s a notable transition when sex goes from being a technical mission for him to achieve your orgasm, to being a mutually/equally passionate, erotic experience

tech is a switch and you can’t change my mind

he usually assumes more of a dominant role, enjoying having you begging and whimpering beneath him, but he also loves when you take the reigns and have your way with him

i don’t think he’s the horniest of all the batchers, but he most certainly has a plentiful sex drive

when y’all haven’t had a chance to fuck in a while tech is secretly incorrigible

to the untrained eye, he’s good at keeping it to himself, but it’s very obvious to you. he goes out of his way to be just a little too close to you, his eyes linger on you just a little too long, his hands find their way to be touching you more than normal

he’s usually really easy to tease, but especially when he’s like this

literally you just stroke his forearm and whisper something lightly seductive in his ear and he’s pulling you into the nearest private space and absolutely rearranging your guts

circling back to what i said about tech becoming less scientific and more passionate during sex as time goes on with you, i think that also applies to dirty talk

i think he’s generally pretty vocal in bed, but it takes a little bit for him to nail the sensuality of dirty talk

at first, it’s not something he can really do that sounds very natural, like it comes out just a little too technical sounding

but once tech gets comfortable with you and really lets himself be fully vulnerable and open to you, he’s actually really really good at it. it still sounds just a little formal, but in an endearing and sexy way

he loves to tell you how sexy you are, how beautiful you look, how well you’re taking him, how good you feel

this man def has a degradation kink (specifically with intelligence)

like he doesn’t even really realize it himself until one time he’s testing out his newest toy on you and he asks you how it feels and you can’t even string together a coherent thought, much less a sentence, and he notices and starts asking more and more questions just to see you struggle to think of a response

and then he’s putting the toy down and going absolutely feral on you, pounding into you and saying that you’re just a cock dumb slut, that you’re so desperate and horny for him you can’t even think, that it’s so easy to just just absolute filth and he’s so condescending and arrogant about it

you both finish almost synchronously and after the aftershocks have passed and you’ve caught your breath, the two of you can’t help giggling a little bit as you comment that you weren’t expecting that to be as hot as it was, and he agrees

and omg if you uno reverse card it and do the same thing to him? he’s a fucking mess

like you’ve been torturously edging him, and every time you get him to the brink you ask him some sort of complex mathematical question or something, and he’s so wrecked he can’t spit the answer out so you say something like “aww i guess you’re not as smart as i thought, that’s ok baby at least you’re still pretty”. he’s a whining, shaking mess by the time you let him cum

(once he pulls himself together he definitely gets you back for it too)

also i think tech really really likes to leave hickeys on you exactly in the most precarious places. like he knows the exact measurements of where your clothes cover your skin and he loves to leave marks like right on the edge so that it’s mostly hidden but if anything shifts it’s visible

if any of the the other boys notice and tease you, he gets the most smug little grin on his face. once you have a second to yourselves, he saunters over to you and apologizes, but you know he’s happy to remind everyone that you’re his

overall i am just so fucking horny for this man like i just know tech is a phenomenal lover, he’s so focused on you and is just so good at all of it i would give anything to take him to pound town

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch headcanons #tech tbb #tbb tech headcanons #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tech x you #tech x reader #the bad batch tech x reader

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: SCP Doctors x Easily Flustered/Romantic!GN!Reader (REQUESTED)

Dr Simon Glass

Whenever Dr Glass tries to talk to you, he notices that your face reddens quite a bit

Especially when you're with him

Like, he notices that you were all chill with the others, but with him, you're in a mess

At first, he just brushed it off as you being shy but as time went on, he caught on quickly that you were just easily flustered

And he found that adorable

He would attempt to flirt but would end up in him being in a stuttering mess too

Not only did he discover that you were easily flustered, he realises that you're hopelessly romantic as well

Glass somehow figured that out when he unintentionally found your stash of love songs and love poems

Not only that, you would occasionally get him small gifts and offer small gestures which would give them away

You both made it a ritual to leave little love notes for each other if either of you had to leave early for the day

Being so intimate with each other makes the whole Foundation look at you both in awe (and probs cringe knowing you)

Probably would prefer to have PDA behind closed doors, but wouldn't mind it in public

Dr Jack Bright

Bright is a busy goofball so finding someone he could commit to would be rather difficult

Until he found you of course

You showed him your hopelessly romantic side and he was amused at first

But then, later on, he would fall for you even more because of your beliefs and how committed you were to him

Bright loves the fact you enjoy every small interaction you both have despite him being a whole mess and that he's not with you all the time

Every little intimate moment you both share publically, everyone dies on the inside with how cringe it is

But, the researchers who know Bright for the longest time are secretly proud and happy for you both since he's having a difficult time being vocal with his emotions

It's an absolute bonus for Bright if you get flustered easily since he would be able to tell corny jokes and you'd just be in a blushing mess

He would be even more fond of how cute you are being all flustered

Definitely into PDA because he just craves it

Everyone would cringe even more sometimes when they see how affectionate you both are

Dr Alto Clef

Now, if you were easily flustered, Clef would tease you endlessly

Like, he would tell you all the cringy jokes and you'd be all flustered

Then he'd point it out and just joke around and all

But if anyone else does it, they'd be met with his sharp gaze

So back off from Clef's partner

If you were hopelessly romantic, he would still be a tease, but would secretly adore you

Mainly because he's aware of his effects on his female colleagues

So if he had to find a romantic partner, it would be difficult for him

I'd say he's a little bit hopelessly romantic once he finds the right person

Like, he's def the type of guy to leave you notes and send you flowers

Clef would enjoy every moment he has with you, but he wouldn't admit it

The foundation witnessing you both having such romantic et intimate moments would be rare since he's quite secretive about his love life

However, like Bright, there are loads of PDA with this guy out in the open

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Similar to Glass, Kondraki would find you all cute when you're easily flustered (Cuz yall cant control yourselves in front of your crush)

Would probably be all flustered up himself, but wouldn't admit it

Sometimes Clef and Bright would just give him a little nudge to chase after you (Cuz you're one of a kind!!! And that's a compliment >.<)

Would probably tell terrible dad jokes just to get you all flustered

If you were hopelessly romantic, Kondraki would be all up for that

Because he gives off that kind of vibe too, even though he's pretty introverted

Is open to small and cute gestures to which Bright and Clef would just laugh at him

Glass would be the supportive mother of you both

I'd say Kondraki would probably crave some affection as well

If you were quite shy, he might attempt to be the one who starts the whole PDA thing

If you weren't shy, then I'd say it's equal, but he would prefer if you were the one to take the lead

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thisisawonderfulusername · 3 years

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almost normal - the apocalypse

five hargreeves x reader

summary: being pregnant in the apocalypse probably isn’t the greatest thing.

warnings: cursing, pregnancy, no baby yet, that will come in part two ;)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: yall asked for it, and i felt like i could do better, so here is your time in the apocalypse after finding out that you’re pregnant and following this we will have a commission chapter and when they get to twenty nineteen. reading the old a/n that i put here is making me realize how long this took me to actually write 🤡 anyways, this is basically what the original was but focused on the apocalypse and much, much more detailed. i’ll stop now, please enjoy!

being the daughter of two people spontaneously born on the first of october in nineteen eighty-nine, you had been gifted with special abilities, just like them. over the years of your life, they were able to teach you how to control these abilities.

by the time you were thirteen, you were able to create an invisible barrier around yourself. of course, it happened unintentionally at times.

one of those times, it protected you at the end of the world. how you wished it hadn’t for the first few years. but you surprisingly weren’t the last person on the face of the earth.

you stood on the doorstep of your home- or what used to be your home. it had crumbled to the ground when the explosion wiped out the entire city, leaving a pile of rubble. it was surrounded by the other houses in the neighborhood, some of which still stood as the flames continued to burn.

this isn’t real.

you pinch your arm so hard that it stings for a few moments afterward, and you start shaking your head. “this isn’t real.” you tell yourself, voice shaking with the fear that this might not be a nightmare.

stepping back from your home, you turned on your heel to run to the closest house that hadn’t collapsed yet. mr and mrs peoples. you didn’t knock, bursting through the front door and rushing through each room that fire was beginning to engulf, searching for any sign of the old couple.

when you got up the stairs and to their room, you stopped dead in your tracks. on the bed, their charred bodies lay next to each other, and you feel your eyes beginning to sting- from the smoke and from what was happening.

the city.

there must be people in the city.

you dash down the stairs as they threaten to collapse, sprinting out of the house and down the road as fast as you can. the route you’ve remembered from walking to school, the one that brought you through the crowded sidewalks.

by the time you get to the most populated part of the whole town you lived in, you’re out of breath, chest rising and falling quickly.

“help!” you shout as loud as you can, starting to walk through the streets, trying not to focus on the buildings that hadn’t made it, the burned bodies on the ground. “please! there has to be someone.” the tears that had threatened you begin to fall, running down your cheeks.

when you get farther down, you see what you think is a real, live person, searching the rubble surrounding him. but you can’t be sure. there’s smoke and your vision is blurry from your tears. “hey!” you shout, beginning to run towards the figure as fast as you can with your labored breathing.

he turns in your direction when he hears your voice, eyebrows raising in surprise. when you stop just before what used to be a building. “please-” you suck in a breath, “please tell me you’re real.”

he was the only reason you managed to survive. you knew now that you never would have made it this far without him.

ten years.

you’ve made it ten years so far, and the only reason the both of you keep going is each other- as well as his hope to find the right equation to get you back to your normal lives in twenty nineteen (and saving the world but that could be discussed later.)

until then, you could try your very best to make an almost normal life for yourselves.

after the first few years of moving across the city- and probably into other states as well, you couldn’t tell for sure- you had grown to have feelings for him. you didn’t know if it was because you two were the only ones left on earth, but you didn’t care. you wouldn’t want to choose anyone else to survive with.

eventually, after a few drinks to celebrate the finding of some wine, when your face was flushed with the alcohol in your system and your brain slightly fuzzy, you ended up kissing him.

the next morning, you woke up cuddled next to him, the empty bottle to your side. it brought butterflies to your stomach, and when he woke up after you, you had summoned the courage to tell him how you felt. you were lucky enough to know that he returned the affection.

you were nineteen then, only six years after the end of the world. and for another four years, you had been together.

on the third year of being together, pushing for survival, you found an old jewelry store.

“do you want to get married?” you call out, eyes squinted slightly from the sunlight and the strain to see him properly.

he turned at your voice, brushing his hands off on his pants. “what?”

grinning, you step over the wall. “i said,” you stop in front of him and reveal the bands, “do you want to get married?”

his eyes fall on the rings and he stays quiet for a moment, before he looks back to you, and your smile grows at the sight of his own.

“in the apocalypse?“ he chuckles softly.

you shrug your shoulders. "we can’t make it, like, official, but if we ever get back…” you press your lips together for a moment, “i think it’ll have more meaning, since we found them here.”

he seems to think about it for a moment, before he holds his hand out to you, and you clap your hands together from the joy you felt.

when you got stuck here at thirteen years old, you didn’t think you’d have anything close to a normal life. but after a few years, you realized that you could try to make it as normal as possible for yourself.

you slide one of the rings onto his finger, the sun’s light reflecting off of the gold. it’s a silent moment, and you could feel your heart beating faster than usual.

once it is snug on his finger, he takes the other from you, taking your hand. “i never thought i’d be getting married in a wasteland.”

chuckling, you watch as he gently puts the ring in it’s rightful place. “i don’t care where we get married. it would be perfect no matter what.”

five looks into your eyes, and you know that you wouldn’t have this any other way. as long as he was with you, you don’t care where you are or what the situation is.

“i love you.” you mumble quietly, bringing your hand to his cheek as you stare into his eyes.

“i guess i love you too.”

you roll your eyes, moving the hand behind his neck to pull him into a loving kiss.

now, it’s been about four months since you’ve ‘married’ five. it didn’t change much about your life, but you could feel that you had a newfound hope. even though you were stuck in an unforgiving world, foraging for food and clinging onto survival, you had five with you.

and now it felt like no matter what happened, he would stay with you. maybe, if you ever did get out of this hell, it could happen for real. that kept you going.

there have been changes, though. for the past three months or so, your ‘time of the month’ never came. at first, you brushed it off. this had happened before- stress could delay it, so you figured that was what it was.

but then it didn’t come the next month, either.

this month, you were beginning to notice a small bump in your belly. you told yourself it could just be you gaining weight from the food you ate, but you couldn’t fool yourself. you can’t eat enough in this world, especially not enough to gain significant weight.

and so the worrying began.

you didn’t tell five at first, keeping the anxiety to yourself as you continued on your treks through the barren land. you would chew on your lip as you walked, and it got to the point where you broke through the skin and it had bled for a bit.

he noticed, but you didn’t know that.

on your next stop for shelter that you would stay in for a few weeks to search for supplies, he brought it up.

“are you okay?” he questions, and it catches you off guard for a moment.

you look up from the book that you had found in the wreckage of an old library. “uh,” you hesitate for a moment, “yeah. yeah, i’m fine.”

trying to get away from his questions, you look back down to the pages of the book as if it would stop him from continuing. from the corner of your eye, you can see how his brows furrowed together.

he was quiet, but only for a moment. “i’ve noticed, you know.” the statement causes your heart to pick up it’s pace a bit, and you hope he can’t see the fear and nervousness that has overcome you.

“noticed what?” you gulp, not daring to look up from the page. you don’t know if it’s the cold air around you, but your eyes are stinging.

five stands from the makeshift seat he had taken on a fallen pillar, moving to your side and sitting in the dirt that was protected from the snow. “you know, you can tell me anything. whatever is wrong, you can say it.”

the book closes as you release it, falling to the ground at your side. “i-” you notice the shakiness in your voice, and you pause for a moment to take a deep breath, “i don’t know how to tell you.”

his arm falls around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. it’s something that has always comforted you, even in the worse days, and he knows that. he knows everything. “just say it.” he tells you softly.

you close your eyes for a few moments, pulling your knees to your chest as you gulp down your fear. “i- i think i’m pregnant.”

a tear that had escaped your stinging eyes rolled down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away on the sleeve of your sweater. it was in vain, as shortly after there were more drops falling down your face.

his momentary silence worries you, and you think if there was a way to screw up everything you've built here, it was this.

“how would you know?” he questions quietly, and of all the questions he could have asked, you think that might be one of the best ones.

sniffling and abandoning the attempt at getting rid of your tears, you take a quick breath. “it’s been a few months since my last... you know,” you begin to explain, avoiding looking at him, “and i’m pretty sure my belly is... getting bigger. and it can’t just be me gaining weight because we don’t eat much.”

you hear him let out a slow breath, and when you look at him in fear for his reaction, he seems to be staring off in thought. you bite on your lip as you try to keep yourself from crying anymore. “five?”

“we’ll figure it out.” he tells you after a moment, and you take in a shaky breath from the statement. “we’ll find a way to make it work.” he runs his fingers through your hair, “we always do.”

his sweet reassurances make your heart skip a beat. it’s unbelievable to you, even after all of the years you’ve been with him.

“god, i love you.” a small sob escapes with the words, but the tears don’t truly show how you feel. you’ve never been so happy.

you’ll get part of the normal life you always wanted as a child. a family.

you were only able to relish in the moment for a few seconds, because five suddenly jolted forward, scaring the life out of you as he grabbed onto the shotgun leaning against one of the walls.

your head turns to where he is pointing it, you saw a woman. but it wasn’t just any woman, no. she wasn’t dressed for the apocalypse like you. she had a clean, properly fitted dress and high heels, her makeup perfectly done.

who the hell is this?

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dilftaroooo · 3 years

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So like….. Can you just picture Choso as a tattoo artist? Like imagine always going to him cause y’all got big ass sexual tension and one night you’re like his last client and no one in the building but y’all. And then it goes from there🧍🏾‍♀️

tags: sexual tension, tat artist choso 🤤🤤, friends with benefits (?).

ARF another choso thirst ARF ARF and he’s a tattoo artist?! BARK BARK SNARL BITE

p.s this is pretty long for a thirst post but i was kinda in the moment lmfaooo 😭

you and choso known each other for quite a long time (you’ve been friends since middle school) so you both know things about each other that most don’t (not even your own parents). but as the years build up and the both of you become more aware and conscious of each other’s presence, things start to get a liiittle.... how should i say it... sexually awkward.

it’s like whenever you two are near your muscles go tense and conversations are much shorter than usual — you can barely even keep eye contact. you can’t even touch each other without feeling that familiar warm buzz electrocute your bodies and the sweat drops form at your temples.

both of you already figured what was the cause of all this tension, the answer was as clear as glass, the only problem was blatantly admitting to your sexual frustration. i mean, you guys were friends for so long (we’re talkin’ 10+ years here), to just change the relationship from something platonic to something imbued with sex and indecency is such a big gap of your morals.

but what is in must come out and at the tattoo parlor is where it’ll make its debut 😼

the night was exceptionally cold — enough to make anyone in a wool sweater shiver. the temperature must’ve been at least below 60 degrees. coworkers who resided in the shop bickered about the weather, cursing the broken heater the manager refused to get fixed. it was just so fucking cold. but not to you and choso.

choso was working on a tattoo you had appointed for a couple weeks ago. your first tattoo. ofc you trusted him to do it for you, he was skilled at what he did (you saw a whole bunch of his works and they’re absolutely phenomenal). you’re surprised you even got the chance to be his client despite how many ppl always book for him.

the nippy air was subsided by the growing warmth in your bodies. he was closing in on you as he tried to focus on his pen pricking your skin with black ink and the agility of his hand but all he thought about was how smooth your skin looked or how he’d hear your faint moans emit from your throat whenever he massaged the bare area of your leg with his hand (a gesture to comfort you) — both of you were so taut.

and this man would look deep in your eyes, lust not even discreet or hidden in the slightest, and he’d ask, “are you ok?” in his deep fucking voice. christ, after all these years how did you not realize the seductive bass in his tone? you could already feel your sex pulsing from the sound.

“y-yeah.” a lie. you both know it but you continue to torture yourselves until the caresses become frequent and the stares are extended and the space between you is no more. that is when it all snaps.

“y/n.... im done-” “i want you.” “thought you’d never admit it.”

choso pounces on your figure, making sure not to interfere with the new body art that rested on your thigh. sloppy kisses are exchanged, frantic hands glide over ever slope of your bodies, clothes hastily torn off. yall are nothing but a bunch of horn dogs in a room.

choso doesn’t even know where to begin, hesitantly starting at your neck and trailing down to your heaving chest, suckling on the flesh of your breasts and the perkiness of your nipples, and all the way down to your heat — you were already sopping wet because of him.

“i need you, choso.” “i do too.” “-need you inside me.” “i hear you loud and clear, princess.”

the both of yall get it on and choso almost loses his job bc of it lmao

#🗣 — that brotha starvin!!#bean!...[<3]#𓆩♡𓆪 — moots!#choso x reader #jjk choso x reader #choso smut #choso x you #choso headcanons #choso scenarios #♡ — choso my beloved #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #𓂺 — you perv!

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Saudade's Affair

a josiah trelawny x f!reader series - chapter 1

Saudade : [of Portuguese origin] a feeling of profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and loves

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word count: +1.4k

chapter warnings: none that i can think of, just an intro chapter getting you into the story, reader is female and like around 20 ish years old something like that, or honestly whatever age works but there is an age gap between trelawny and reader.

a/n: my first ever series omg how fun, haven't quite finished the end yet but we'll see how it goes. this is the intro chapter so its kinda boring until near the end, kind of a quick little summary of chapter 1 going into chapter 2 to get things started.

this started as a self insert day dream and then kinda snowballed in a few days into a whole ass story so uhhh yeah lol this is very self indulgent. anyway i hope yall enjoy :)

It's mid winter, the snow is blowing hard into your face and the sky is pitch black. Riding through the Grizzlies in this weather is treacherous. You can barely see ahead of yourself as is without the sunlight and this snow storm is only making it harder than it needs to be.

You've just escaped blackwater, riding north into the mountains to get the Pinkertons off your tails, 'the ferry job went wrong' you'd heard. Everyone was scrambling to collect what they could, packing next to nothing and fleeing the camp near Blackwater. The gang had left too much back in that camp, in Blackwater, left some good money too. Hell you even left some people back there.

Some of you were wounded and too many of you were freezing your asses off. This snow storm was relentless and you all definitely did not come prepared for the Grizzlies on such short notice. 'Who the hell's idea was this?' you think to yourself.

You had stayed back for the ferry robbery, you were instructed to do so, too dangerous you suppose. You've only joined the gang for about a year now, guess you're not too experienced to do a job like that. Although it does make sense, you were never that great behind the gun in pressured situations come to think of it.

Usually you do simple pit-pockets or cons with Hosea and the other girls. Sometimes you'd help Charles or Arthur with hunting but usually end up not doing much besides foraging while they do all the work. But you've learned a few tricks, they've also taught you how to properly shoot and track during your hunts. You figured it was the easier and safer way to learn instead of getting stuck in a shoot out.

You helped take care of the camp while the others were away on that ferry. Everyone wonders what happened that night, no one's given a straight answer yet.

One second you was helping Pearson with the stew and the next the boys were galloping back to camp at full speed, telling the gang to pack only what you could carry. Before you knew it you were fleeing town in the dead of night, watching the life you had made for yourselves get left behind.

After a long ride in the freezing blizzard you arrive at this abandoned bundle of buildings named Colter. The gang stopped for the night, making camp in the rundown but still sturdy enough buildings. By morning the wagons were snowed in, feet of snow covered the ground and the equipment. 'Looks like we have no choice but to lie low here for a while and wait for the snow to melt.' you thought, investigating the wagons.

The next couple weeks were rough and cold. With nothing to do every day as you waited for the days to get warmer and spring to arrive, staying warm by a fire was all you could do to entertain yourselves. Food was scarce but when was it ever not? Only now you were living off a few cans of beans and two rabbits every few days.

By the time spring dawned upon you, the gang was heading out down east, back down the mountain and into the heartlands as Hosea said. He said he knew a place the gang could set up camp for a bit, hopefully get yourselves back on your feet.

Horseshoe Overlook it was called, and well Hosea definitely knew what he was talking about because it was the perfect spot for everyone. The overlook sure was beautiful, hidden by trees in this little clearing on a cliff. You'd have to admit, you really liked it here.

It took the gang a couple weeks to get settled but once everything was set up, the place started to look pretty cozy.

Dutch had told you and Arthur to meet up later with Javier and Charles in this little town nearby called Valentine. Javier and Charles said they were going to the saloon, Arthur had already left some time ago. You decided to make your way into the town after giving the boys some time, drinking at saloons was never really your style.

It was a peaceful ride into town, a quiet evening, though it did look like it would rain soon. It was nice to get away from camp once in a while and a ride with your horse into a new town was always a fun idea. You wonder what the others were currently doing in town.

You were right about the rain. Upon finally arriving, now beginning to feel the rain through your coat, the first thing you notice is the smell of sheep. 'Can't say it's the most appealing scent but the sheep are cute.' you thought. The town was cute too, pretty small, but just like camp it felt homey.

Riding into town you notice a crowd of people huddled outside around the saloon, 'something tells me that's the boys' doing.' You hitch your horse nearby and make your way over to the now slowly dispersing crowd. Spotting a very muddied Arthur past the crowd, you join him on the shop front of the general store.

"What the hell happened to you?" you asked giggling lightly seeing his muddy face look back at you like a wounded dog. You hand him your handkerchief to perhaps aid in cleaning himself up a bit, however there is quite a bit of him covered in muck.

"Fought some big feller at the bar." He half mumbled to himself, using the handkerchief to wipe at his eyes and mouth.

"You got bathed in mud by a bar fight?" you stated unconvinced, "Not a lot of mud inside of a building last time I checked." you chuckle again seeing Arthur returning your comment with an unimpressed expression.

"Very funny," He grumbles. "got thrown out a damn window and fought...well, there.." he motioned to the muddy road in front of the saloon that did in fact have a broken window.

Right as you were about to poke fun at him again, your ears perk up at the sound of someone's voice calling to Arthur.

"Making new friends again I see, Arthur!" you see Dutch before you followed by none other than Josiah Trelawny himself, no wonder you recognized that voice.

You've only met Trelawny a few times in the past year that you've been with the gang. He's known for hopping around often, he rarely spends too much time with the gang unless need be. However with Trelawny always coming and going so frequently, you've barely had many chances to really get to know each other.

You'd have to admit he was an intriguing character, 'and handsome' you thought as you watched him and Dutch walking towards where you sat with Arthur.

Little did you know Trelawny always found you rather interesting. Quite frankly he liked you, he's had his eye on you for some time even though the two of you never often got a chance to speak.

"Look who we found sniffing about." Dutch motioned to Trelawny behind him.

You watch as Trelawny's familiar figure waltzes up to where you and Arthur sat, top hat upon his head as always. You smile towards him in greeting.

"Josiah Trelawny." Arthur chimes and you watch Trelawny follow with a bow.

"The very same." Dutch replies.

"Well well, I thought you'd gone to New York." Arthur inquires, gesturing to Trelawny.

"And miss all this glamour? You must be joking." Trelawny teases back before turning to you taking a step foreward. "Ah! A pleasure as always my dear y/n! You look ever stunning my lady." He takes your hand in his gloved one, bringing it to his lips kissing your knuckles.

You blush in return, the gesture had caught you off guard as you spoke a quiet, "Why thank you Trelawny." feeling your ears begin to burn hot.

"How are you?" Arthur chips in.

"Well," Trelawny answers, "quite well indeed. I went back to Blackwater looking for you gentlemen. You're not very popular there it seems."

Javier and Charles now joined by Bill approach the four of you. Everyone does their little greetings, reacquainting with one another. Trelawny intervenes, giving you and the boys a tip on where he heard Sean was back in Blackwater. With that Dutch groups together a scheme separating each of you to a task.

Trelawny is sent off with Charles and Javier to Blackwater to watch out for Sean. Arthur is told to meet up with them when he's cleaned up and ready. You're told to ride with Trelawny and Javier to Blackwater first while Bill stays with Dutch.

You mount your horse and join the Trelawny and Javier, beginning your long ride back to the outskirts of Blackwater.

#josiah trelawny #josiah trelawny x you #josiah trelawny x reader #trelawny x reader #trelawny x you #rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption trelawny #red dead redemption 2 #smut #fluff #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x you

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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spiral

— Honestly, what could go wrong when you’re lusting over your close friend and you’re locked in a box with only one way to get out? Well, not a lot, honestly.

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pairing: kaibara sen x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, gloryhole, dirty talk, praise, fingering, sexual tension, reader is a pervert, quirk use during sex (spinning cock lol)

word count: 2,695

a/n: this is the second gloryhole fic ive written, but its completely different from the last time because its like not a cult fic LMAO!!! anyways, I think yall basic shouto and bakugou stans could do well to stan this class 1-b man because when I tell you he is another deviation of the two of them personality wise.... I mean it!

day 5 main kink: gloryhole

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If you had known precisely what you had just gotten yourself into right now three hours ago, you would have laughed at yourself. Without a doubt, there was no questioning that the predicament you had concealed yourself in was one that would bring you great shame once this wall was gone, but for now, you would deal with it.

At the bitter age of twenty, having graduated from the hero department over in Shiketsu High, you had been almost shocked when you were reached out upon by the graduating class over at Yuuei, to come and join their agency. You had accepted it with caution, unsure if you could live a life paycheck to paycheck that was as new as they come. But, it was a decision you would come to never regret.

Or at least, not until right now.

You had been on patrol with your coworker turned friend, Kaibara Sen, hero name: Spiral.

His quirk was an interesting one. A quirk that allowed him to gyrate -- spin -- every limb and ligament on his body. It caused some pretty asshole moves in close combat that not only stung with the piercing metal on his gloves but also sent you flying away. Countless amounts of times, you had pinned him only to spun around like a spinning top and slammed back into the practice mats.

You hated it.

Or well, you hated his quirk in a sensical way (note: do not attempt to beat him through a crowd, he always wins). In the nonsensical, coming of age brain of yours that had been for the most part silenced due to Shiketsu’s no-dating-policy, but as you grew fond of your coworker, frequent workout buddy and sparring partner, you couldn’t help but wonder just if… well… if he could spin his cock.

You would be lying if you said you had never imagined what it could feel like. You wondered if his cock was curved, or if it was straight. Would the veins be prominent? Too many times, when watching quirk-plot porn videos, you found your mind lingering onto his ability, which leads you to scream into a pillow, your hormones both skyrocketing and plummeting in your horror.

You weren’t a perv, you like to remind yourself as you changed into your hero costume. It was merely a rational, human thought! Humans were curious beings, after all! Sure, Kaibara was attractive, and his voice was… so low, deep, and raspy that sometimes you would try to – NOPE NOT A PERV!

Blazing hot cheeks drummed in time with your hammering heart as you finished dressing, hoping to get out and clear your mind with helping out the community as a hero! You were a hero!

Not a perv!

Nodding to yourself in the mirror located in your designated locker, you slammed it close and left.

Unfortunately for you, or fortunately, Kaibara was already dressed in his costume and waved at you in greeting as you approached him.

“Afternoon.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up!” you flustered, your back stiffening as you continued to stomp ahead, readying to leave the stupid agency and get your afternoon rounds done.

You weren’t a pervert!

With three years since graduating from high school, three years of this agency having been founded, and three years of becoming friends with the esteemed and infamous class 1-A and 1-B from Yuuei, you had learned one thing for sure. This group of Yuuei students seemed to attract the worse kind of trouble like a moth to a lamp.

Without a doubt, you knew that was the reason why you had Kaibara somehow ended up in this horrible, ridiculous quirk from a child that just so happened to manifest their quirk out in the open. And of course, it would be the most humiliating shit to ever happen in the entire world of quirk apparitions.

“Uh, the mother said it’s probably the father’s quirk!” came the apologetic, nearing frantic voice of Deku from outside the steel box both you and Kaibara were trapped in.

You couldn’t even see Kaibara’s face, and the perv in you screamed over the lack of even having his body pressed against yours! No! Nothing! As a matter of fact, there was a divider between you and Kaibara, a giant wall with a hole near your crotch area.

“I can’t believe you idiots got yourselves trapped in this!” came the amused, annoyed, and somehow antagonizing voice of Ground Zero.

“Shut up!” you screamed back. “They looked at us, and it happened! It’s not like we touched the kid!”

“Y/h/n,” Kaibara’s voice sighed, and you felt your face ignite at the sighful tone on his raspy, deep voice. You pouted at the slight scold in his manner and felt yourself looking down in shame as he continued. “Don’t argue with Ground Zero. Hey, Deku, how we get out of this?”

The both of you were silent for some time, the outside world quiet as you waited for an answer.

“Oh, um, I don’t think you’re going to like it…” Deku’s voice laughed awkwardly from outside the box, and you frowned.

“Just tell us.”

“I-It’s uh… it’s a quirk called Gloryhole!” Deku squeaked, and just as you knew the successful and well-recognized pro hero outside of this box was undoubtedly red in the face, you felt your already warm face turn into an inferno. “I-I-It’s exactly… ohmygod!”

“The shitnerd is apparently a fucking perv and can’t finish his stupid sentence. Anyways, this quirk only works on shits like you with unresolved sexual tension and only removes after you use it,” Ground Zero’s voice barked from outside the walls.

“KACCHAN!”

“Shut up, Deku!” Ground Zero fired right back, and you could feel your body trembling at the news. Oh no, your perverted mind finally caught up to you in the worst of ways?! Although he did say unresolved sexual tension, that could totally be onesided, right? “We’ll be back in an hour, get it done, or fucking else.”

They left you, and you realized that despite your panicking pitched breathes, there was no noise coming from Kaibara’s side.

Oh no, this was all your fault!

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

“You, uh,” Kaibara spoke softly, and you felt your hands clutch onto the fabric above your breasts. “You have unresolved sexual tension with me?”

“No,” you denied immediately, your forehead crashing against the barrier between you and Kaibara at the blatant, stupid lie. “Yes. Ugh, I do, but that wasn’t something I was planning on telling you!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing? What was I supposed to say when you pin me against mats during sparring sessions? ‘Hey, Kaibara, does your cock also spin? If so, can you fuck me with it?’”

You slap your hand across your mouth, eyes going wide in your panicked embarrassment. That mouth of yours was genuinely going to get your tongue cut off or lips sewn together one day.

It’s silent for a bit, but there’s a sound of clothes ruffling. The rate of your heartbeat seemed to increase exponentially as you saw something shift from the view you had of the Gloryhole. “Well, if you want to find out, I’ll be more than willing to give you a demonstration.”

The pervert you may or not be did not hesitate to respond back.

“Please?”

And you watched as his shadowed figure approached the hole, and a pink-headed cock pushed through the hole into your side. You watched with a gaping jaw at the still-growing cock before you. Without a doubt, it was more than seven inches and was glorious, gravity defyingly curved upwards. It was proud as it was thick, and you watched as the underneath of his cock scraped across the bottom.

A soft grunt strangled in his throat at the cold, rough sensation, and you watched a small, glistening bead of pre-cum appear from the slit on his head. You’re not sure how quickly you dropped to your knees, but you did know that your mouth took him on completely. Within the first drop of your mouth on his cock, you enveloped at least half of his cock in your mouth. A loud bang hit the wall, and you felt a warmth in your chest, knowing that you had already affected him.

Your lips and mouth glided against his length, your tongue pressing and lapping at the underneath of the head of his cock, trying to cock to become as hard as it could be, because it was still growing. A particular needy, near sloppy suck of yours, sent a loud, dizzying guttural noise from Kaibara’s side. A noise that sent liquid heat spilling into your cunt as your hand gripped the base of his cock, bobbing your head slowly, as leisurely as you would allow yourself.

His taste was indescribable, faint yet had you licking his length for more, trying to cover your tongue in his pre-cum.

But the issue with a proud curving upwards cock, was that you found it awkward to choke yourself down his impossibly stubborn curve as he began to thrust his hips to meet your mouth and travel into your throat. Grunt, gasps, and growls seemed to be growing in volume and repetition on his side of the wall as you relaxed your throat, chokes, and gags sounding wet and sloppy on your side.

“Fuck, just like that, wait up,” Kaibara moaned, a thud coming straight above your own head, letting you know that he had pressed his head against the wall. The thumping of his hips on the wall was slowly becoming musical, white noise as you bobbed your head further along his length, throat vibrating with your need to make him feel good. And the weirdest, most surprised splutter came from your throat as his cock spun in direction.

Once curved upwards, making it nearly impossible in the space to take his cock all the way down your throat, was now downcurved. It stretched your jaw out entirely as he didn’t bother to pull away to do it, and your throat stretched out in a way you had never experienced before as you coughed and staggered against his length. But, it was a pain that made your clit throb and allowed his cock to go even further down your throat.

You did what you could only do once your throat stopped hurting, and the sheer pleasure of having your throat stretched out in a more desirably wait set in: you moaned.

It was a long, pitchy noise that you swore you could feel against the steel wall that your free hand supported you against. Your toes curled at the way his intensely thrusting hips faltered for a moment, undoubtedly turned on by your noise if the twitch in his cock said anything about it. You moaned again, and again, and again. You continued to do so against his snapping hips until Kaibara was practically snarling your name with the intention and muttered promises of what he would do to you once the barrier was gone.

Your mind was gone at the point, the promises of fucking you against the window of his apartment that overlooked the Tokyo skyline had you shoving the pants off your hero costume down. Your hand on his cock tightening in its grip, but the one manipulating your pants off, sunk into your cunt, thumb on your clit.

A mewl left your lips as you began to play with your wet heat, and you drove your mouth and head closer to the hole, enthusiastically taking him in further and further.

“Imma fuck you so good when we get fucking out of here,” Kaibara promised, teeth undoubtedly pulled into a snarl, his thrusting in bizarre speeds as you tried to keep some piece of sanity as you continued to finger fuck yourself, all too pleased with him absolutely using your mouth. But, you registered his words just well enough to respond back, choking an agreeing noise as you bobbed your head enthusiastically. “Had I known you just wanted that slutty pussy of yours to be fucked, I would’ve done this with you ages ago. Would’ve pinned you down on that mat, and claimed your cunt as my prize.” Your eyes rolling back in your hormone-induced euphoria, your own dirty fantasies having played that scene in your mind countless times. “I want to hear you choke on my cock more, I want to hear the saliva and drool leaving your mouth. I know you’re fucking your cunt, so do it well enough you’re moaning like a paid prostitute. I promise you, I’ll make sure you never want to see another cock again that isn’t mine!”

A choking, hiccuped, and wet breath expelled from your mouth, and you hadn’t even realized you were crying at the moment. But, you agreed, head bobbing in your agreement.

And so, it continued.

You pushed forward, his length reaching new depths of your throat until you had your nose smashed against the metal, cold wall. Your throat manipulatively squeezing and milking his throbbing cock, tongue, and teeth rubbing against his protruding veins until Kaibara was stuttering out your broken first name.

The wet noises of his saliva drenched cock meeting your drooling throat and mouth grew louder with every slap, and you wanted more. You needed more.

“Fuck, y/n, you take me s-so fucking good. I think you have me entirely in your mouth like the fucking little pervert you are,” Kaibara hotly laughed, a soft thudding from near your chin sending your mind in a feral daze of how it was probably his balls. “Doing so well with my directions, you really do deserve to be fucked properly after this.”

A low, lewd whine strangled from your throat, your hot, swollen lips sucking harshly against the base of his cock as he continues drilling, and the melodic moans from his mouth made it all worth the fact your lips and nose are starting to tingle from the sufficient lack of oxygen. But it’s also your curling, pumping fingers in your cunt that add onto the headrush you get, the slick and essence coating and dripping from your pounding fingers send you into a series of keen and mewls against his cock. And you can perfectly find each sweet little pleasure spot.

You were close, and by the consistent twitching and throbbing of his cock and the thick coating of precum on your tongue, Kaibara was too.

With your impending orgasm, you felt your body begin to tense up, shaking, and moaning with the tipping sensation you loved. And Kaibara, entirely lost in his own passionate, horny endeavors, shook as he slammed into you again, again, and again.

With a fiery determination, your cheeks hollowed out on his length as he pulled out, a resonating “fuck!” screamed from his lips as your tongue swiped at the salty silt on his cock, and it was all over.

You came on your fingers with a loud, pitchy scream, and thick, hot ropes of cum spurted from his cock onto your awaiting mouth, dirtying your face slightly in his heavy ejaculation. Swallowing the cum, a shiver ran down your spine as you quickly cleaned the remaining cum on his cock. Slowly, you removed the fingers in your cunt, and you shuddered at the pulsating heat form your core as you dropped to the floor as his soft cock disappeared from the hole.

Laughing softly, you looked up at the ceiling of the box that was slowly disappearing, allowing fresh air to enter the sex smelling box.

“So, how about dinner?” Kaibara asked, and you chuckled, running a hand through your abused face.

“I don’t think I’m hungry.”

“No?”

“You might’ve proved you can spiral your cock,” you began, turning your head to look at Kaibara, who was collapsed on the floor, barely put together as the two of you locked eyes. “But I still would like to try it out for real while you properly fuck me. After that, if I’m hungry for food, I’d love to go for dinner.”

He laughed, his hand running through his sweaty locks.

“Sounds like a deal to me.”

#kaibara sen x reader #kaibara x reader #kaibara smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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VALERIE - Part V. (Harry Styles)

happy sunday loves!! part 5 is here, buckle up bc we are getting down to business here!! thank you so much for the nice feedbacks, it’s always so moving and inspiring to read your thoughts, so please keep them coming! even if it’s just some gibberish rambling, those are the best haha! now let’s jump right into part 5, we are heading into the christmas mood and im so excited for yall to read this part!! enjoy!

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SERIES MASTERPOST

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By the time November nears its end you officially become a couple with Marcus. It happens gradually, two more dates follow your first one, and then on the third one you agree to test the waters of the possibilities between the two of you exclusively.

Marcus is a great guy. He is funny, caring and smart, always listens to you and cares for even the smallest details about you when you’re talking. He is great company and never fails to make you feel appreciated and wanted. Exactly what you’ve been looking for in a guy, Rosa really hit the nail on the head this time.

You easily fall into a habit with him. Fridays are for date nights, sometimes you go for little trips outside the city on Sundays and he never misses a chance to send you flowers throughout the week. He is just the type of guy that’s always there to cheer you up with something whenever the days start to weigh down on your shoulders.

You even have dinner together with Rosa and Steven one Saturday evening, Rosa keeps giving you those ‘I told you so’ eyes whenever Marcus kisses you shortly or places his hand to your waist. You mostly just roll your eyes at her, not wanting to make a big deal out of the two of you, but Rosa knows how long you’ve been trying to find someone.

What’s a surprising turn is that you start seeing Harry more. Intentionally. You have no idea how it happens, but it does and you’re not mad about it. Some days you grab lunch together whenever he is in the neighborhood, some days you go shopping with him when his sister doesn’t have the time. Harry is a problematic shopper, he takes a long time to decide on clothes so usually you are the one that forces him to choose and finish before all shops close.

When he has had a rough week and you happened to call him for whatever reason, the two of you agree to meet up for drinks at his place, then end up playing UNO for hours, slowly emptying out two bottles of wine.

It’s starting to get harder to imagine what it was like when things weren’t like this with him. When you were getting anxiety from just the thought of seeing him or having to talk to him. It’s like the both of you are showing a different version of yourselves to each other and you have to admit you enjoy being friends with him.

He keeps his habit of teasing you and making jokes about you though, but you don’t mind it. He is not doing it in a mean way with the attempt to piss you off, but to make you laugh and start a playful war where you both throw insults at each other until one of you runs out of it and just starts laughing. You feel a kind of dynamic building between you and him that has a way better effect on you than the continuous killing you were doing before.

You can tell Rosa is thankful for the change as well. Whenever she sees you interact with Harry without making a grimace or have that face that screams how badly you want to hit him, she is relieved that she has one less thing to worry about and Valerie will have two amazing godparents who even like each other.

Christmas is always a big parade in your family. Your mom and your aunts always want to celebrate together so in the past few years it has become a tradition to rent a place out that has enough space for the whole extended family and spend three days there from the 23rd to the 25th. This year your dad found a huge cabin in the woods with ten bedrooms and seven bathrooms, just the perfect size for you all. It’s gonna be your parents, Rosa and Steven with Valerie, Aunt Monica, Aunt Teresa with Uncle Andrew, your cousin Etta, her husband Joe and their two kids, your other cousin Lily with her husband Jeremy and their daughter, and lastly you and Harry. Though your mom urged you to invite Marcus along as well, he could join you for longer than a dinner, since he was already set to fly home to his family.

“You sure he can’t stay for at least the first night?” you mom asks on the phone one evening. You’re stirring the sauce in the pan. holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder so you have both of your hands free.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s fine, he can come for dinner and then leave later.”

“I get it, but it would have been fun if he stayed,” she sighs, clearly disappointed that she couldn’t change what’s already set. If you’re being honest you don’t mind that Marcus is not staying for the night. You haven’t been dating for that long, you feel like it would be a little uncomfortable to have him there the whole time. A dinner is perfectly fine as a starter, since he hasn’t met anyone else from your family other than Rosa and Steven.

“Anyway,” she sighs moving on, “Have you figured it out how you’re gonna get there?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll tag along with someone.”

“Well, I think you should ask Harry. Everyone else is pretty packed already. Rosa and Steven won’t have any extra space with Valerie this year.”

You nod, even though she can’t see you. These past years Rosa always offered you a ride for the holidays, but even when they brought her over for just one night their car was jam-packed. No way you’re gonna fit in there so you are left with Harry since Marcus can only come in the afternoon.

“Sure, I’ll ask him.”

You shoot him a text that day and he replies right away that you’re welcomed in his car, though he won’t be able to take you back since he is leaving early in the morning on the 25th since he is flying back to the UK to his family. It’s fine, you think, you’ll just probably just tag along with aunt Monica back to the city, she always gets her a car for these occasions. Though it’s not your ideal option, she is not the best partner for rides, because she is a fan of smoking in the car, but you don’t have much of a choice.

“I’ll call you when I leave, okay?” Marcus tells you on the morning of the 23rd. It’s early, barely seven, but he is up because he needs to work a little today and you are finishing up packing since Harry will be here in an hour to pick you up.

“Sure. Drive safe,” you huff sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at your suitcase that’s still not closed, clothes are sticking out on the side and you’re sure you’ll have to sit on it to pull the zipper.

“See you later,” Marcus says before you end the call.

It’s rather comical how you try to close the suitcase but you only care about the fact that you eventually succeed. Only minutes before eight you are packed and ready so when you get Harry’s text that he is outside you can leave right away.

Seeing you with your big suitcase he hops out of the car and rushes to help you.

“How long are you planning to stay, Y/N?” he chuckles lifting the bag up and you just shrug your shoulders with a smirk. You’ve alway been a heavy packer, no need to try to cover it up.

Harry throws your stuff into the back of the car as you take the passenger seat. His phone is hooked to the car, a playlist of his own playing gently through the speakers and you’re surprised to catch on the Christmas feeling in the songs.

“Are you in the spirit?” you ask when he gets into the car.

“Like to set the mood ahead,” he chuckles starting the car and off you go.

Ridiculous to think about it, but it’s actually the first time you sit in the same car with Harry or see him drive even. The way you two used to be was not quite ideal to have you locked up in such a small place as a car. But now you have nothing against spending the almost hour long drive with him.

“Can you pull out the navigation when I leave the highway? I’m not sure where exactly I need to head,” he asks you, eyes fixed on the road ahead of him and nodding you open the app on your phone so his can keep on playing the music without the voice of the navigation interrupting it.

“Excited to spend your first Christmas with us?” you ask. Though Harry was there at several family events, it’s his first Christmas since becoming Valerie’s godfather.

“I am,” he chuckles, nodding, hands gripping the wheel gently. He is a natural driver, easily working the car, the kind you feel completely safe next to. As Baby It’s Cold Outside comes on a smile stretches across your lips as you start gently bop your head to the song. “I’ve heard crazy stuff about Christmases at your family,” he adds glancing in your way for a second.

“Like what?”

“I remember when Steven told me about his first Christmas with your family. You remember that?”

Searching in your memories you tried to remember when was the first time Rosa brought Steven along. They dated for two years before they got married so it’s been about five years since then, but as you think hard the memory of that specific year pops into your head making you laugh as you nod.

“Oh, yes. The year Aunt Monica almost burned the Airbnb down,” you sigh grinning at the memory. She brought some special kind of cigars that year that were told to be curiosities from somewhere fancy, but they ended up the literal worst quality, flaming bits were falling out them all the time when she would smoke one, almost making the rug catch on fire wherever she went. Best thing is that she was already drunk on the liquor so she didn’t even notice, there was always a person on Aunt Monica duty, following her around, making sure nothing burnt down.

“Steven said he had a moment when he thought about bailing,” Harry tells you and you gasp, because that’s new information.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but like only for a split second after your dad walked in on him naked in the bathroom. That was kind of the last straw. Luckily Rosa could convince him to stay. Guess it all worked out at the end.” Harry smiles as he stares ahead of him.

You can’t imagine a version where Rosa and Steven don’t end up together. They met through a mutual friend not long after Rosa had a nasty breakup with her scumbag ex. Steven was there to put her back together and be her partner as she found herself again. The change and positive impact he had on her could be seen every day and you were so thankful to him for helping your sister find her way out of such a dark place in her life. It didn’t take them too long to start dating and he proposed a little more than a year later. You still remember how Rosa was screaming in the phone when she called you that evening telling you that Steven proposed. They are quite literally a match made in heaven. It’s been your goal in life to find this person in your life though you haven’t had much luck with men so far. Ironically, if you were in a room with every man you were ever involved with in any kind of way, Harry would be the only one you’d want to talk with. If you had to make this exact same choice just months ago you would have chosen to run out screaming.

“Maybe this year it’s your turn to get horrified from us,” you laugh, sinking down a little in your seat as you adjust the seat belt. You’re still quite far away from the cabin, you might as well make yourself comfortable.

“I think there’s not much that I haven’t witnessed yet. I was walked in on at the bathroom once too, but it was your cousin, Etta.”

“When did that happen?” you ask with a heartfelt laugh.

“I think it was last summer at one of your nieces’ birthday party. Luckily everything was already tucked away when she basically barged in.”

“She didn’t miss much,” you tease him with a smirk and your witty comment catches him by surprise.

“Are you saying my dick is not imposing enough to be worthy of peeking?” he asks with raised eyebrows and you’re happy he is driving. His intimidating look would already burn right into your skin by now, but he is forced to watch the road instead.

“I mean, if you want to put it that way…” you continue, but a laugh escapes your lips.

“Take that back, Y/N,” he orders, sneaking a hard look at you before turning back ahead, but you can see the small smile hiding on his lips.

“Or what?”

“Or you might find yourself in a war you don’t want to be involved in,” he warns you, but his words don’t quite have the effect on you he wanted. Because in a heartbeat you find yourself feeling… excited? Thrilled? Even curious about his means behind his words.

“Wouldn’t want to lie, so…” Pretending like you’re sorry you shrug your shoulders as Harry gives you a look that makes your stomach churn. Now either you are gonna have some fun teasing each other or… you just threw yourself into the arms of the Devil himself. Either way, you’re certain Harry won’t leave it in that.

Turning your head to your window you can’t keep your smile contained as you think of the fact that how big of a lie it was. Harry is surely not a guy who should ever worry about any aspect of his manhood. You’re talking from experience.

***

The cabin is absolutely gorgeous, just the perfect place for a cozy family holiday. Hidden from the busy roads with a secure gate and tall trees on both sides, the back of it is facing a majestic view of the valley and the evergreen covered hill in the distance. With an interior straight from the pages of a magazine, you need just a few moments to adjust to your surroundings upon arriving.

“I saved a nice room for you, Harry!” your mother gushes the moment she sees the two of you walk through the front door. You huff in annoyance.

“And what about me?”

Harry chuckles giving you a smug grin. “Guess you’re just second after me.”

“It’s his first Christmas with us, he deserves the better room,” your mom shushes at you, making your eyes roll instantly. It’s still hard to believe Harry has this kind of charm over most people.

After greeting everyone who is already there, your dad, Aunt Teresa and Etta with her family, your mom walks the two of you down one of the hallways that leads to several bedrooms. She stops at the last door with an excited grin on her face as she opens it revealing the bedroom behind it.

You instantly understand why she thought this is the best one. The view is absolutely breathtaking, the gentle noon light is flowing into the room through the floor to ceiling windows, the king sized bed facing them so when you wake up in the morning the first thing you see is the endless sea of evergreens on the side of the hill. Not to mention the room has its own bathroom, not many of the other rooms are blessed with that. There’s a spacious shower that has enough space for at least three people in there and it’s one of those fancy ones that can make you feel like you’re having a shower in the middle of a jungle, mood lights and bluetooth speakers attached to it.

“No fucking way Harry is getting this room!” you gasp as you look around, taking in the luxure your mother is willing to hand over to him.

“Jealous, much?” he smirks, throwing his sports bag to the bed already ruining the neatly made sheets. He does not deserve this.

“Mom!” you huff turning to her, but she has made her mind up already.

“Your room is nice too, don’t worry Honey. Let Harry have this one!”

“I really can’t believe you are taking his side,” you grumble under your breath, folding your arms on your chest as you take one last look at the stunning view.

“Come on, Y/N. He is a guest!”

“He is not! You said it yourself he is family now!” you retort and Harry just laughs behind you, so you shoot him a murderous look over your shoulder, that just fuels his entertainment.

“Don’t be silly. Your room is the second one on the right from here,” she smiles at you. “We are gonna take a walk around once everyone arrives, so get settled by then!” she informs you before walking out.

“Hey,” Harry’s soft voice makes you turn around. “You can have the room if you want.”

Your eyebrows rise at the kind gesture, it’s very not like him, even now in your friendly state, so it’s quite odd that he is willing to switch rooms with you.

“No need,” you shake your head grabbing the handle of your suitcase that you abandoned at the door.

“You sure? It doesn’t matter where I’m sleeping, really.”

“I’m not gonna deal with my mother’s scolding if she finds out I took your room, so you can totally stay.”

Harry chuckles as you head out, but stop at the door to have one last word with him. “Though I might occupy your bathroom, that shower looks nice.”

“All yours,” he grins before you walk out.

***

By 11 am everyone arrives and the once quiet cabin is now buzzing from life, children running around, Valerie’s babbling shoots through the spacious living area where Rosa set her crib up, your mother is already making preparations for dinner while most of the men are circled around the pool table having a beer since no one has to drive for the rest of the day.

“When is Marcus arriving?” Rosa asks, eyes on Valerie who is absolutely destroying something that once were an elephant maybe, but she’s been ruthless with the poor animal, chewing and throwing it around all the time, so it’s not just a grey, fuzzy mess.

“Sometime before dinner. He has some work to finish,” you tell her pulling your legs under yourself on the comfy couch.

“And explain again, why isn’t he staying for the night?” she turns to you with a puzzled look.

“Because he is going home to his family early in the morning tomorrow.”

“Okay, but he could have just left from here, didn’t he?”

“It’s… complicated. It’s better if he just goes back home tonight and then leaves from there in the morning.”

What you leave out of the whole explanation is that you didn’t really invite him to stay the night as well. Sounds horrible and ridiculous but you didn’t think you’d have felt comfortable with him staying. You’ve been dating for only barely more than a month and though things are going well, you felt like starting with just a dinner would be a better idea. Marcus didn’t question why you didn’t offer him to stay, it seemed like he was fine with just coming and then going after dinner.

Does this make you a bad girlfriend? Maybe, but you value your comfort and feelings more than to ruin your favorite holiday with your family.

Just as you mom said, once everyone is settled in their rooms for the upcoming three days, the whole gang dresses up to have a walk around taking the welcoming little path that runs around the cabin and is smooth enough for Valerie’s carriage as well. Your nieces and nephew are quick to surround Harry and nag him to join them at the front, exploring the woods surrounding the path. It seems like he doesn’t mind it and gladly takes part in the adventure, also secretly looking after them so their parents can have a break and enjoy the stroll in hopes the walk tires the kids out enough that they’ll willingly go to bed in the evening instead of whining to stay up late.

You’re walking with Etta next to you as she tells you about Hannah’s latest dance competition when you spot that Harry and Oliver, your nephew, Etta’s other kid are suspiciously whispering around pointing in your direction. At last Olly nods and runs up to you showing a quite thick piece of wood into your hand. You look down at him confused.

“Thank you?” you tell him a little unsure what it’s all about.

“I found it in a bush, I want to take it home. Harry said you’ll keep it for me because you have a good hand for thick and hard sticks.”

You almost choke on your own breath, as Olly just carelessly runs back ahead to join his sister. You immediately look over to Etta in fear that she heard what Harry told Oliver, but luckily she was talking with Joe turning back, not really paying attention to the conversation you just had with her son. If she did, Harry probably wouldn’t live by now.

Speaking of the devil, you look in his way and that annoying, smug grin is right there as he nods in your way saluting before he shows his hands into his pockets and turns back around to catch up with the kids.

That disgusting piece of shit really went into the depth of teaching something secretly dirty to your nephew as a way of payback for your comment in the car earlier. He surely wasn't just joking when he said you’d pay for what you said. And you have a feeling he is just getting started.

***

Aunt Monica is like a legend in your family. She is the oldest between your mom and her sisters, already in her sixties, but in the heart she still feels like she has just turned twenty. She never married, but had several men in her life, love affairs, short flings, but none of them lasted for more than a year.

“Why would I settle when there’s so many fish in the sea?” she once told you, her iconic Chanel sunglasses sat on her nose as she sipped on her martini.

She has worked many jobs throughout her life, she was once a dancer, she waited tables and even worked as a TV host at one point in the ‘80s. She was the true free spirit of the family, her sisters often questioned her sanity, but you think there’s nothing wrong with how she lived her life, enjoying it to the last bit. In the early ‘90s she was seeing a millionaire, probably the only man she would have given her lifestyle up for. Unfortunately, they never married, the man passed away due to his heart problems, however, since he had little to zero family he left basically everything to Aunt Monica. Money, house, cars, business, everything. Being the smart woman that she is, she handed over the business into professional hands but she is still the owner, so the money is still flowing even though she could have lived happily on the money she inherited without ever having to work a day.

She seems a little odd in your family, but she has always been a loving aunt to you, a caring sister and she never fails to take care of her loved ones. She is the one to pay for all these Christmas getaways, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to stay in places this nice.

“What’s all the money for if I don’t spend it on my family?” she always says when someone questions if she is fine with paying for everything. Your mom and Teresa have tried to convince her to let them at least pay for part of it but she wouldn’t even listen to them.

She likes to have her own, sometimes odd ways in life. She definitely has a drinking problem, but not in a dangerous way. You have never seen her completely wasted, she just likes to keep things buzzing and always have a drink on her whenever she needs the extra fun. Because of her past she has the greatest stories about meeting famous people back in the days or how soldiers used to try to win her over when she was just a teenager.

“Oh, those things happened,” your mom told you when one day you questioned if you could believe all the crazy stories Aunt Monica tells you. “She was like… the star of the show. Used to hate living in her shadow, but I can’t blame her for enjoying life and doing the things I was too afraid to do myself.”

Now you’re sitting in the sunroom that faces the amazing view behind the cabin, the Christmas tree is standing tall in the corner, beautifully decorated in white and beige. Valerie is snuggled up to your chest as you gently rub her back and you listen to Aunt Monica tell you about how a literal captain once proposed to her after just three days of knowing each other.

“He was a gentleman, but a beast in the bed, Y/N. I’m telling you, men in uniform are just a different level of satisfaction.”

She sighs deep, taking a sip from her margarita that’s definitely not her first drink, and you just laugh nodding.

“He was begging for me to go to Italy with him.”

“And why didn’t you?”

“Who said I didn’t?” she asks with a pretentious hurt look turning to you and you just laugh. You should have known the story would go this way. “I accepted the offer, only turned down his proposal when we sailed off and then we parted as soon as I stepped onto the land of Italy. Broke his heart into pieces, but I was too busy enjoying the Italian summer.”

Harry comes in and hands you a bottle filled with juice that probably Rosa sent for Valerie.

“Thank you,” you smile at him shortly as you adjust the little girl in your arms and hand her the bottle.

“Young boy, have you ever proposed to someone?” Aunt Monica asks Harry who stops in his way as he was already about to head out, but now he walks back to the sofa where she is sitting.

“No, not yet,” he shakes his head.

“And how do you think you would if the time came?”

You watch Harry think to himself at the odd and quite random question. It’s not really something you would have ever asked him, but now that there’s the chance to hear his answer you are listening curiously.

“Depends on the woman I’m proposing to,” he replies after a few seconds.

“How would you propose to Y/N?”

Your eyes widen as you turn to your aunt with shock all over your face. You definitely didn’t want yourself dragged into this.

“Aunt Monica, that’s--”

“Shush! I’m just asking theoretically. Wanna hear his answer.”

Harry’s eyes wander over to your sitting figure on the sofa as he leans onto the back of the one in front of him. You can feel the heat crawling up on your neck to your cheeks under his burning look and you just know he enjoys how nervous you got from this simple question that wasn’t even asked from you.

Licking his lips he moves his eyes from you over to Aunt Monica who is still waiting for his answer.

“Something romantic, but not too grandiose, I know she doesn’t like being in the center of the attention that much. Maybe…” Tapping on his chin you listen to his words and without even realizing you hold your breath. “Maybe on a hike with a nice view. She would be admiring the view when I get down on one knee and as she turns around I pop the lid on the box.”

What bugs you is that it’s an awfully accurate description of how you’d imagined your proposal. He was right about many aspects, like how you don’t like being in the center of attention. No idea how he nailed so easily, but he did.

Glancing down you pretend to be busy with Valerie who is still peacefully drinking her juice, eyes wandering around the room relentlessly.

“So you really look to satisfy her deepest fantasies, careful about even the smallest details. Women appreciate it,” Aunt Monica nods, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable she just made you feel.

“Thank you, I do like to satisfy women,” Harry cheekily answers with a smirk, eyes locking with yours for a moment as Aunt Monica lets out a laugh at the dirty comment. Before you could bite your tongue a retort slips out of your mouth.

“What a shame you don’t always succeed.”

Harry’s eyes turn from playful to dark pretty quickly and you enjoy the victory over him. Your comment in the car earlier already wounded his manhood, now it’s another stab right into his… crotch. It’s the least he deserves after what he taught poor Olly.

“That I don’t believe. He seems like an absolute pleaser.” Aunt Monica winks in Harry’s way who just smiles at her shyly, but you can tell your comment is still bugging him.

“I think Y/N knows that too herself, am I right?” He tilts his head to the side and you stand your ground with holding his gaze and not looking away.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” you simply say, just when you hear your mom calling out for you. “Would you take her please?” you innocently ask walking up to Harry, holding Valerie out for him. You can tell he is looking for a witty comeback, but he has nothing just yet, so he is stuck with keeping his mouth shut as he takes baby Valerie from you. You gift him with a sweet, but definitely spikey smile before leaving him there with Aunt Monica.

***

Dinner is already almost ready, you’re helping your mom and Aunt Teresa in the kitchen with the finishing touches, Joe and Harry packing out the wine bottles from the rack Jeremy brought them in, the two of them examining the bottles with such professionalism you almost believe they have the slightest idea about what to look for in a good wine.

“Should we open some red or white ones for tonight’s dinner?” Joe asks your mom who is the master chef when it comes to the dinner.

“Red would suit better,” she answers. “Are they sweet?”

“Some, yeah,” Harry nods holding up a bottle and checking the label.

“Great. Monica loves that too,” Teresa chuckles as she adds some salt to the mashed potato.

“And Y/N too,” Harry adds, not even looking up, but he successfully attracts your mom’s attention with his comment.

“She does?” Harry looks up and sees your boiling anger plastered all over your face, so of course he chooses to take it further.

“Oh, yeah. She can drink like a gallon. Wine drunk Y/N is like a whole different person.”

“I told you so many times not to get drunk, Y/N. It’s not too ladylike. When was the last time you saw her drunk?”

“There were plenty of occasions,” Harry exaggerates and you could kill him right there. “Though last time it was the tequila that got her wildin’.”

That damned smirk of his is making your hands curl into fists and for a moment you tell yourself it’s okay to punch him in front of your mother even if she’ll probably disown you for such behavior.

“Y/N! I have told you a million times that you need to know where your limits lie!” she huffs shaking her head at you while you clench your jaw. Back at it with the lessons about getting drunk. She’ll never get over it, not even when you’ll be forty. Why does it matter to her so much? Sometimes she is the one to get you started, but then she gives you the dirtiest looks when you have one too many. She should just get used to it now.

“She surely likes to have fun when she has had a few drinks,” Harry continues smugly. “Remember how much fun you had at Rosa and Steven’s wedding?”

“Oh, God! I remember how drunk you were that evening, I could have killed you!” your mother growls and you roll your eyes at her.

“It wasn’t that bad. There were a lot more people who got way more wasted than me,” you try to defend yourself folding your arms on your chest.

“That doesn’t change that you were too,” she says with a hard look. Great, now she is mad at you for something that happened literally years ago. Kudos to Harry for ruining her mood.

“She wasn’t that bad,” Harry adds and you look in his way with suspicion. “She was a delight when it was time to get her to bed.”

Your mouth almost hangs open, but it seems like you’re the only one understanding what he really meant by that. Luckily, beside you and him, Rosa and Steven are the only people who knows what happened between you and Harry that night, so it’s no surprise no one else catches on the hint.

“You were the one who took her up to her room? Sorry if she was a burden,” your mother sighs and right at that moment you wish the floor would just open up and you could disappear forever. Harry’s satisfied grin is the evidence that he just won another round of this nasty war.

Just as you open your mouth to try and move the conversation to another field you see a pair of headlights pull up to the driveway. Everyone turns to the window as Marcus’ car parks down last in the line. As you step away from the counter you see the confusion in Harry’s eyes about the new guest.

“Oh, amazing! He is here!” your mom cheers, seemingly instantly forgetting about how she was dragging you just a minute ago.

“Who’s here?” you hear Harry ask, but you’re already out of there, heading to the front door to greet Marcus.

Just as you walk out into the cold evening air you see him get out with a warm smile on his lips. You wait for him at the door, arms wrapped around yourself and as he reaches you he places a soft kiss to your lips.

“Hey, how was the drive?” you ask him.

“It was fine. I didn’t arrive too late, right?”

“No, we were just about to set the table. Come on in, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

He takes your hand in his as the two of you walk inside, all eyes immediately turning your way at the arrival of your boyfriend.

“Everyone, I want you all to meet my boyfriend, Marcus. He is staying for dinner.”

Your family members walk up to the two of you, shaking hands and introducing themselves to Marcus who smiles at everyone politely, trying his best to remember all the names and information that’s thrown at him all of a sudden. Everyone seems delighted to have him for dinner, the kids instantly make him promise he’ll play a card game with them after dinner and he happily says yes to the invitation.

You can tell your mom is proud that finally both of her daughters are spending Christmas with a man by their side and you’re almost certain your dad took a liking to Marcus the moment he mentioned he is into fishing.

Everyone seems excited and happy for Marcus, there’s just one face that doesn’t fit in the line of joyful smiles. Harry stands quite far from the two of you and only gets closer when he shakes hands with Marcus. His cocky grin is long gone from his face as he keeps his hard look on your boyfriend who is chatting with everyone. Standing next to Marcus, your hand still holding his, your eyes lock with Harry’s and there’s an unknown, burning feeling in your gut when his hard gaze holds yours. The sudden change and cold act gets you wondering what’s really going on in his mind. He is the first one to look away and you watch him walk into the kitchen and disappear from your sight before you force a smile on your lips and turn back to Marcus.

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