#Ok I can go reblog some images but then I need to go my hair is greasy

[solradguy]

I have official Sol Badguy jpgs not even Daisuke Ishiwatari remembers

[thir10th]

hey lovely! can I request a fic where r is feeling insecure with her body lately and emily shows how beautiful she is? fluff w some smut if you feel comfortable :)

Hi anon! your timing couldn't be better. This has been sitting on my drafts for weeks, i kinda hated it, but you just gave me an excuse to get back to it, so thank you for that and for requesting! Hope you like it <3

will you? - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: see the ask. I changed it a bit but the main idea is still there tw: insecure reader, face-sitting, oral sex, body image, tiny bit of angst (blink and you miss it) a/n: this one might be a bit messy but i still enjoyed writing it! like & reblog <3

You throw your bag far away when you enter the hotel room. This case was getting hard, nothing was making sense, and you had been working for the past 14 hours none stop.

You need to ether sleep, eat something, a shower, or an orgasm. Or maybe all of them

but that isn't an option right now, because you're mad at her.

You aren't even sure why you had gotten so upset about it, its not like she had actually done anything, but you were still annoyed.

You were actually mad at yourself, more than at your girlfriend, but her words still resonating on your head wouldn't go away.

Emily's arms wrapping around your waist make you jump, getting you out of your thoughts.

Hugging you from behind, she rests her face on your shoulder, you feel her warm breath on your neck, she kisses your cheek lovingly.

Her arms leave your waist to reach your shoulders, her hands massage your arms which makes you close your eyes in pleasure, relying on her touch. Maybe staying mad wasn't that worth it.

"You know what i think you need?" she moves a strand of hair to kiss the curve of your neck "mh- what?" you say, a smile of pleasure starting to form on your lips

"I think you know what" she answers, you can feel her smile against your skin, her teeth brushing against your shoulder, and then you realize what she has in mind

"No, no, Em, absolutely not" You refuse, pulling away from her touch, turning around to look at her, crossing your arms.

"ugh i can't believe you're still thinking about it, after this morning" there it is, you are pushing her away again.

Why is she so insistent though, why can't she just read your mind and understand?

"Ok, ok I'm sorry, I just don't understand. You're always so open to trying new stuff, and that, just... i don't know, baby, i just want to know why you don't want it, that's all" She says, her hand reaching to rest on your arm to comfort you.

You just can't tell her, you're too ashamed. That same morning your girlfriend had suggested you tried something new in bed. She had asked you, boldly, (like she always did) to sit on her face.

She had insisted so much, you had denied every time.

Really, what was there to hate? your beautiful girlfriend was literally asking you to fuck her face, to eat you out, to give you full control. But you just couldn't do it.

"c'mon, baby, i just want to understand" she is being gentle, using her persuasion skills on you, calling you by the special pet name that would only come out in moments of special intimacy or vulnerability

She knows how to get to you, and that only makes you angrier.

You take her hand off your arm, getting yourself away from her, you need to be alone.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, try to keep it in your pants while i'm gone, all right?" you spit at her, and seeing her mouth-opened expression, you regret it inmidiately.

Standing under the warm stream of water helps you get your mind off of things for a while, while you wander what's exactly got you all worked up like this.

Emily doesn't deserve any of this, she had been nothing but sweet. Yes, she has been insistent about it, but that doesn't mean she had to be hit in the face with your own insecurities.

Getting out of the shower you stare at your reflection on the bathroom mirror. God, you hate how it makes you feel, but what you hate the most is how you're paying your own frustrations with your girlfriend.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, you get out, ready to face an angry Emily, instead she lays on the bed, already on her sleep clothes, reading with her book resting on her knees

"Em?" you try, she looks at you from over her book, then gets back to reading

"You're not gonna talk to me?" you ask

"whenever you're ready to actually talk to me, then I will. I'll try to keep it in my pants in the meantime, though" she shoots back in a sarcastic tone.

She's right, you shouldn't have said that, it had been a low blow.

You sit beside her, taking the book from her hands and placing it on the nightstand. She looks at you with mixed anger and sadness.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you know i didn't, this is just hard for me" you try to explain. "Look, I just don't think it's a good idea, alright?"

"I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable, but i want you to talk to me, i've been trying to get to you, and you just shut me out" she says, sitting upright on her spot on the bed, taking your hands on hers, looking you in the eyes

"it's just... i don't want to... hurt you" her mouth falls open once again "hurt me? that's what this is all about? baby c'mon, you won't hurt me, why do you say that?" her tone switches to full concern now, the previous argument already forgotten

"yes, i will, I will choke you with this big stupid things and you won't ever want to go down on me again" you finally let out

"well... I'll die a happy woman then" she chuckles, trying to downplay it

"Ok, baby, listen to me" she holds your face with both her hands, forcing you to look at her, the tenderness of her gaze deepening into you

"i love every part of you, even the ones you don't like, thighs included" she waits for an answer but you don't say anything.

Emily lifts your your chin with her finger, and leaves a soft peck on your lips, the contact makes you relax instantly

"you are smart" she says, leaving another soft kiss on your cheek

"and beautiful" now getting your other cheek

"and sexy" she kisses your nose this time

"and so, so hot" she moves back to kiss your lips again, and you chuckle nervously at her words

"what can i do to help you believe me?" you shake your head "let me bury myself into you, please" her pleading is getting too much, her thumb caresses your face so softly, so tenderly.

How could you deny her anything when she asks so sweetly? you finally nod, the huge smile spreading along her face

"Em, are you sure?” you ask, biting at your lip as you watch your girlfriend sit on the edge of the bed and recline back, laying face-up atop the covers with an eager grin spread across her face. “I might weigh too much…”

Emily raises her head up and shoots you a look. “Honey, I’m positive,�� she says, trying to keep the whine out of her voice.

She wants you on her so badly she can barely stand it, eyes flickering between your face and the bathrobe that covers your thick, delectable thighs from view. 

A moment of deliberation passes, then, without another word, you reach down and untie the soft white hotel bathrobe, letting it slide down your arms to fall to the floor at your feet, leaving you completely naked in a matter of seconds

"fuck" you hear her mutter "you're so beautiful" Emily breathes

“Not as beautiful as you” you murmur as she clambers onto the bed.

You crawl up it until you are kneeling beside Emily's head, the mattress dipping slightly beneath your combined weight.

“Is it okay if I…?”

“Yes.” her decisiveness tells you she wasn't joking, she does want this more than you had thought

You take a deep breath in and then lift a leg, swinging it over Emily and settling it on the other side of her head so that you are straddling her, your cunt hovering mere inches over Emily's mouth.

"Promise me you will tell me if i'm too heavy, or if you can't breath" too excited to resist, Emily reaches up to thumb at your clit. 

“I will” she says, sliding her free hand along your thigh, rubbing comforting circles into the soft skin.

“I promise you i will tap you twice, but i won't need it" she reassures. "You’re gorgeous—fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.”

Cautiously, you lowered yourself down enough that your near-dripping pussy was just barely pressing against Emily’s face.

You were planning to keep as still as possible in order to resist the urge to squeeze your thighs around Emily or put too much weight on her, but that idea flew out the window almost immediately after her tongue darted out, flattening itself against the lips of your pussy before dragging upward and settling at the soft nub of your clit. 

“Oh,” you gasp, giving a shuddery little jerk of your hips before you can stop yourself.

Emily moans in reply, the sound vibrating against your walls and causes you to whimper again. 

Her tongue flicks out, circling your clit and applying occasional pressure, whilst two fingers push inside you, crook and rubbing at your sennsitive inner walls.

You shudder and gasp, quickly losing yourself to the feeling.

“Oh, fuck, Emily,” you gasp out, finally giving in to the temptation to reach down and fist her hand into her silky hair.

Your girlfriend lets out another appreciative moan when you give it a rough tug, the vibrations making every feeling intensify.

Losing yourself to the pleasure, you rock your hips against Emily, knees pressing hard into the mattress. She has always been an expert on driving you wild like this.

Her nose rubbing right at your clit and you couldn’t help but moan, gripping tighter on the headboard. God, she has the perfect nose for this.

Emily’s mouth wrap around you, tongue sinking into your pussy as far as she can while she sucks at you, eagerly lapping your juices into her mouth.

Her hands groped at your ass, encouraging you to roll your hips, effectively riding her face.

She keeps up the pace, mouthing desperately at your clit until you can feel yourself letting go.

Hips stuttering and then stalling. Your thighs shook up, inner walls spasming around Emily’s fingers as you fall over the edge and into bliss.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Em...” You breath out, your chest heaving as you very slowly open your eyes, coming down to earth as Emily leaves little kitten licks on your cunt, sucking up as much of your juices as she could.

Your body shudders when her nose brushes against you again, this time an accident and she chuckles softly, helping you swing your leg over her and drop onto the bed beside her.

Emily stays put, lying face-up as she catches her breath. Then, once she feels able to, she rolls onto her side and grins at you.

"good?" she asks, her fingers softly playing with your hair

"absolutely perfect" You reply with a dreamy smile, pulling her to you for a kiss. You can't help but moan into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue.

"I'm really sorry of what i said, Em" you said, keeping you face close to hers, holding her

"It's ok, I know you were upset. I just want you to know that i love every single part of your body, no exceptions" you kiss her sweetly, her words causing a warm feeling to spread on your stomach

"you're perfect" you say, pulling her in for another kiss

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hope you like it! reqs are still open!

[kckt88]

Take My Breath Away What If! NSFW Alphabet ft. Aemond & Aegon with Vaeryna.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

A = Aftercare (what Aemond & Aegon are like after sex with Vaeryna)

Aemond: After he’s finished basking in the afterglow of sex, Aemond will fetch a cloth and clean Vaeryna up whilst nuzzling her neck and pressing gentle kisses to her skin.

Aegon: Asks if she’s ok and then wants to cuddle.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also Vaeryna’s)

Aemond: His favourite body part of his own is his hair, he just loves it when Vaeryna pulls on it when they have sex or how she runs her fingers through it whilst he’s bathing after a hard training session. His favourite body part on Vaeryna is her breasts, he loves licking/sucking her rosy nipples, especially when she’s producing milk to feed one of their babes.

Aegon: His favourite body part is his hands; he just loves to run his fingers along Vaeryna’s soft pale skin and listen to her giggles as he tickles her. His favourite part of Vaeryna is her lips, they are plump and look fantastic wrapped around his cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Aemond: Loves to cum inside his wife. Although he prefers to spill his seed inside her cunny, he also enjoys spilling inside her mouth on occasion and watching her swallow.

Aegon: Likes to cum anywhere, he’s not fussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Aemond: The whole threesome thing they have going on – His mother would probably have a heart attack if she knew.

Aegon: Maybe the threesome thing, but he’s pretty sure that his mother and the council would literally implode if they knew Vaeryna had sucked his cock whilst he sat on the Iron Throne.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Aemond: Only bedded 3-no 4 people, (he doesn’t like to reminisce about his past involvement with the whore on the Streets of Silk or Alys) but the years he’s been with Vaeryna have served him well and he knows his wife’s soft luscious body and how to make her scream his name.

Aegon: Had more sex than hot dinners, man has a wealth of knowledge that he likes to put to good use.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Aemond: Loves being on top, there’s just something about the intimacy of being able to look into Vaeryna’s eyes or how he can kiss her as he thrusts his cock inside her, he also loves it when she wraps her legs around his waist and holds his body close as she tells him she loves him.

Aegon: Loves Vaeryna being on top, his fingers digging into her waist as she rides him like an unclaimed dragon. But then he does thoroughly enjoy being bent over by his brother.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Aemond: Can be very serious during sex, mutual pleasure is very important.

Aegon: Depends on the day.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Aemond: Well-groomed and clean.

Aegon: Doesn’t actually have a lot of hair down there as that’s where some of his burn scars are from the Battle above Rooks Rest.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Aemond: Will often tell Vaeryna how much he loves her and perfect she is, loves to tell her when they have sex. His wife knowing how much he wants her is important.

Although he does enjoy it when Vaeryna runs her fingers through the sparse hairs on his chest as they cuddle afterwards or the way she noses the trail of hair that leads from his bellybutton down to his cock.

Aegon: Does asking Vaeryna if she’s ready for his cock before he sticks it inside her count? He’s not sure about the whole romance thing, its not something he’s ever been used too.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

Aemond: Has regular sex so he doesn’t need to touch himself that often, but there have been times when Vaeryna was heavy with his child and they couldn’t have sex so he indulged in the act of self-pleasure, seeing her all round, and swollen with his seed does things to him.

Aegon: Everyday, can’t help it. He loves to touch himself as he thinks of Vaeryna and Aemond.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Aemond: Lactation Kink, Breeding Kink, Spit Kink, Daddy Kink, Slight Dom, Hair pulling.

Aegon: Loves a bit of over stimulation, hair pulling, and he likes to be slapped.

L = Location (favourite places to do the deed)

Aemond: Their chambers (The bed, the desk, the floor in front of the fireplace and in the bath) but he is partial to a bit of outside fucking.

Aegon: Anywhere really, it doesn’t matter.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Aemond: Pretty much anything when it comes to Vaeryna, she knows exactly how to get his cock hard.

Aegon: Vaeryna has a certain smile she reserves just for him, and he knows exactly what it means.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Aemond: Nothing to do with piss and NO he will not let Aegon stick his cock inside him-he’s a top.

Aegon: Anything goes-He’s not shy.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Aemond: He could spend all day, every day devouring Vaeryna’s delicious cunny, he loves bringing her to peak on his tongue. As for receiving, Vaeryna and Aegon have different techniques, but he loves it either way.

Aegon: Loves devouring the cunny, especially Vaeryna she’s gets so deliciously wet, its glorious. But he does love it when she returns the favour, the way her teeth gently graze against his length drives him crazy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Aemond: Depends on how he feels, he loves slow and a gentle, making sure to take his time, but he also loves fast and rough.

Aegon: Doesn’t matter, he loves it all.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Aemond: YES!! Especially that time they had a quickie in the council chambers.

Aegon: Of course, can’t complain. The risk is half the reward.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Aemond: In a threesome with his wife and brother, pretty self-explanatory.

Aegon: Up for anything freaky, doesn’t discriminate.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Aemond: Very fast recovery time (it’s actually scary how quick he can be ready again) loves going multiple rounds.

Aegon: Needs a cup of wine and a quick rest, then he’s good to go.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Aemond: Never really thought about it.

Aegon: Is not ashamed to admit that he does have a number of wooden cocks.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Aemond: Loves to tease to the point of frustration, enjoys listening to Vaeryna begging for his cock.

Aegon: Doesn’t have much patience for that kind of thing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aemond: Can be loud/vocal.

Aegon: Moans and whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

Aemond: Would love to fuck Vaeryna on dragon back-he can’t believe they haven’t done it yet.

Aegon: Loves Vaeryna more than he admits, her reaction to his burn scars meant everything to him. He considers himself ugly, but she makes him feel beautiful.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Aemond: Very impressive. Length and girth. Man has been blessed.

Aegon: More girth than length, his groin is heavily scarred so doesn’t like to dwell too much on that area.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Aemond: High- He can’t get enough of his wife.

Aegon: High – Would live in bed if he could. Spends most of his time day dreaming about Vaeryna and Aemond.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aemond: Depends if he wants another round, but he loves cuddling up to Vaeryna and holding her naked body against his as he drifts off.

Aegon: Instantly out cold, the release he feels just completely relaxes him.

[candysweetposts]

Have you found a way to get the assets from new gen? I'm kinda lost rn

!!!Warning! Long-ass post incoming!!!

Hi,

Yes, I did manage to get some and there's how and why I can't get it all.

First, some words before we proceed. The reason I can't download all of the clothes is because some are made from 2 pieces. I don't know if you remember whenever the site came out and there was a section where you can see previews of clothes from the game.

There were front and back pieces. And I believe clothes have that too and I think that's why I can't save them.

But let's see how I found out.

So, you go to the closet where are the clothes are and then press F12 or right-click, and then inspect element. Now, go to sources and look for "assets,mycandylove-newgen.com". Here you can find other subcategories but what interests us is "cloth/hanger/hd".

Here you can see all the clothes from the closet but in this format. But that's ok. Like in the last game, we have to change some parts from the URL of the specific clothes. Now, Let's say you want this top from the image. You right-click on it and open it in a new tab.

Look in the URL for this part "hanger":

And swap what's between the lines with "full":

And then voilà:

Now you can save it.

You'll say "so, I can do that to anything that I find, no?" No. Like I said, the ones that are made from 2 pieces won't work.

For example:

This. I tried doing it with this as well but it won't work because, if you look closely, there is a small piece at the back that won't show on the avatar if you use a dress or something that goes over that part:

And what I have in the "hanger" version is the full piece, not the pieces separately which are in the actual game. I hope you understand what I mean. So, things that seem made from 2 pieces won't work.

I feel like the accessories might work because it's composed mostly of one piece.

What about eyes, hair, mouth?

I could only save mostly short hairs like these ones:

I did manage to find the base. If you go to "item order" in the game and then look at the sources at "skin/full/md" you will find the skin there:

You can open that in a new tab and, in the URL you can change "md" with "hd" (those are image sizes) and of course "hanger" with "full". It doesn't have a nose, eye, or mouth, but... yeah.

But again, I'm no expert. I only found out about it because the goose outfit had this in the URL:

Plus, this word was used before in the other games. But if I find another way I will reblog this post with my findings.

If you want the avatar parts that were taken from the preview candy before launching there's this post that has a link with all the things you need.

I hope this helps!

[idiot-bottom]

I interact from Id***-******re” (don’t be afraid to message me here if you need to verify)

This isn’t just a kink blog btw I also might post some art of my characters and ramble about them a bit bc this isn’t stuff I can put on my normal blogs

Anyway, about me bc this is primarily a kink blog (warning this is long)

I’m 21

I’d rather not share my name but you can call me any masculine or neutral petnames (besides baby or anything with baby in it). My pronouns are He/They

I’m ftm and I dont really know what’s going on with my sexuality at this point. All I can say is my posts are rarely about anyone in particular but they’re never about cis women and I don’t want them treated as such

I use terms like “pussy”, “cunt”, and “clit” to describe my anatomy

I consider myself a bottom and a switch, though I’m usually submissive

Dni if you’re a minor/have no age listed on your blog, you’re blog is blank/empty, you’re into raceplay, detrans/misgendering, anything related to food, any type of bathroom play, any type of ageplay and anything related, financial domination, incest or pseudo-incest (ex step family), pregnancy, lactation, any physical or mental illness/disability fetish you’re “men dni” (I am a man), you identify as a lesbian (regardless of your gender) or you’re uncomfortable with anything I post

Don’t come into my dms or ask trying to establish anything with me. I’d say the most I’m ok with is comments/flirting in tags/in asks referencing posts I��ve made (ex sometimes I might ask for horny anons or someone might talk about the contents of a post I made)

Other than that if there’s any non kink related reason I find to block you I will

If you know me irl no you don’t (it’s fine if you wanna stay but I deserve to know about it /hj /nm /fl)

My kinks and interests include petplay, overstim, praise, dumbification, light bondage, light pain (slapping, light choking, hair tugging, etc.), breeding (no pregnancy) cnc (particularly somno, but intox is also ok), and in some cases, tetarophilila/monster fucking

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All kinks are tagged so just block a tag if you don’t wanna see something

[littledoggy-girlcollar]

@sunnysbright​

ok so like i said in the tags. first of all she’s a werewolf so jot that down, i don’t make the rules sorry.

anyways. i really started thinking about this after reblogging this post, and i do think the comparison with airk will help so we’re gonna roll with it. in the bit we see of him in the first episode, airk seems to be a bit of the stereotypical charming, slightly slutty prince that tends to crop up - you know, the kind that’s a bit of a playboy until he finds “the one” and gives that up, blah blah, in this case that person being elora.

however, he does also feel a bit flamboyant in a way not necessarily typical from the rough, macho playboy image. maybe it’s the hair, maybe it’s the slightly translucent shirts with the neckline that shows off half his chest. who knows.

kit, on the other hand, is immediately introduced with a fairly typical “princess rejects the role she was born into and wants to be an adventurer” character, shown through the swordfighting, the anger at the arranged marriage, the not wanting to wear a dress. also from what i remember, it feels like kit has more...expectation placed on her than airk does? again, correct me if i’m wrong, but it very much felt like airk, while met with some disproval from sorsha, was kind of allowed free reign where kit wasn’t, and that difference felt like it was more than the general “princes could kind of fuck around, princesses couldn’t” - especially with the way sorsha treats them both, it feels like kit is expected to have far more duties than airk is.

anyways. the point is, airk doesn’t really fit into the stereotypes of a prince. he’s very close, and does fulfill some of them, but others miss the mark completely...and he’s fine with that. he is comfortable and confident in his body and his personality.

in a way that kit very much isn’t.

this brings us back to my tags on the post i linked above. where airk feels secure in himself and the ways he may or may not defy expectations, kit doesn’t, or at least, not in the same way. she actively defies the expectations placed on her, and she knows that she’s going to catch more heat for it that airk does. maybe it’s me projecting, but through the entire series it still feels like she is struggling against those same expectations - maybe not the ones related to duty anymore, but certainly the ones that relate to the way she projects herself to the world. i think it’s very possible that because being a princess (a girl) tied in so closely to the things that she felt confined her in her life, her rejection of those things also led to somewhat of a rejection of the “girl” part - and now that she is no longer operating under the same constraints, that those specific feelings haven’t necessarily gone away.

again, maybe it’s the clothes. i know a lot of lesbians that are far more confident in jeans and a t-shirt than a tailored dress....but i also know that i am one of those lesbians, and a lot of those lesbians including myself have very complicated relationships with gender.

kit feels better in her training outfit than she does in a gown, and kit feels better out in the woods than in her home (i’ll concede that this is a tough one because of the, you know, horrors, but i do think part of kit’s journey was actually getting rid of the shit she internalized from home in spite of her best efforts). 

and actually, this DOES connect back to the werewolf thing, look at me! werewolves have long been used as an allegory for...most types of “otherness” that you can think of, including gender, sexuality, religion, etc. i think there’s something a little bit wild in kit that she tried to satisfy in tir asleen with training with jade and riding horses and everything, but it didn’t work, because what she needed was out. i think this same thing MIGHT exist in jade, but if it does it’s a) been kinda dampened by the whole. rigid structure of training for knighthood and b) tied up with the bone reaver thing, and i don’t think this thing exists in airk at all.

ask me how i feel abt airk being taken instead of kit next lol

someone ask me about my thoughts on kit’s gender i’m gonna go crazy

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Pretend (peter parker)

A/N: so this is a repost, since my first account got suspended, but i love this fic so much that i couldn't not post it again. This was my first time writing for Peter Parker (mcu) But you can aslo read for any of them :)

Enjoy,

Cloudy

Dont be shy, reblogs, comment or like!

Peter Parker was the new roommate at the compound. You thought he was cute, and he was your age... finally someone to talk about things of your era.

“Hey boomers” you cheer when you enter the open kitchen.

“Mornin’ Y/N” respond everyone.

“Hello Y/N” blushed Peter, but he could see something was not right with you, he could sense it.

“Hey kiddo, she won’t bite” teased Sam.

“Depends when”, you teased back making Peter blushed even more. You got a sweet spot for the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

You felt dizzy this morning, a little bit lightheaded. You pretended to be okay in front of them. But you were scared because you didn’t understand what was going with you.

See you had powers; I mean you were an avenger. Like Wanda and Pietro, you were an experiment. You could read thoughts and see the future. But you had developed another power, that you tried to understand with Bruce and Tony. Lately you would dissociate in time. Sometimes your body was moving before you did. And this morning was like the other for the past two weeks.

“Shit, she’s not here, is she?” asked Clint.

You became blurry and your voice distorted.

“Hey boomers!” you said again. Nobody responds this time, they all looked at you. You felt the tension and you looked at them. “What” your voice echoed. You turned your head and there’s a reflection of your movement.

“Shit I feel dizzy” before you fall, Peter caught you. His Spidey sense made him the only one able to catch you. Your body was visible three times in the kitchen and the other avengers were not able to take the right one. But Peter reached for the correct body before he could think of it.

“You’re, ok?” he asked you.

“Well, you caught me, so never been better”. He helped you sit down on a chair and brought you a black tea and some buttered toast.

“I think you need to it. You dissociate a lot when you’re with an empty stomach” pointed Peter.

“I hope you are writing down Bruce or Tony, he has a point”. They both nodded and Tony talk to his watch... taking notes.

“Well Queens, you sure are very observant.” Said Steve.

“I-I need to prepare for college” blurred out Peter before almost running out of the kitchen.

“Well done old man, who’s gonna bring me my toast now” you complained.

Vision appeared from the wall and took your plate with your toast.

“I am Y/N, you look very pale... you must eat before dissociating again”.

“See Vision and Peter take care of me... not like you other”.

“Oh my god, you are sure she’s not your daughter Tony,” laughed Natasha.

After breakfast, you went back to your room, it was the one next to Peter’s. You passed by, hoping he hasn’t gone without you to college. You entered your room still feeling dizzy but this time you knew it was because of the emotions bubbling up in Peter’s head. With your dissociation you felt everyone emotions, it was tiring but you delt with like a champ... well you pretend anyway.

Images entered your brain. It was you; Peter was thinking of you, and you weren’t playing scrabble.

“Shit, that’s hot” you said out lout. Peter was imagining you riding him. You were wearing on of his scientist pun shirt, hands in your hair, praising him. His hands were on your thighs and then his thumb was on your clit. The emotions, he was feeling, were so strong that you could almost feel him inside you.

“PETER STOP IT NOW” you screamed. The images in your head froze and you felt the embarrassment growing in Peter heart.

“s-sorr-sorry Y/N” he yelled back.

He was cute, but he was very frustrated since his breakup with MJ. You felt bad for him. You didn’t know the entire story, he told you it was an agreement between them to end their relationship... but you were sure she was more ok with it than him. You felt his broken heart for weeks.

You finished to get ready for school and wait for Peter in the living room. When he arrived, he was red like a tomato, and he looked at his feet.

“It’s ok, Petey. I’m not mad”.

“I-I’m sorry. Eve- ok you’re not mad. Bu-but I shoul-I should not do that either way” he stuttered.

“It was hot, very intense, I almost felt you... inside me.” His eyes went wide but you were too deep in your reflexion to see it. “Crazy right? I think I can feel more when I’m like... I don’t know connect with the person... I should tell Bruce about it”.

“That you can see and feel my... wait don’t tell him, please” he begged you.

“Relax Spidey, I am not telling him I can see and feel when you jerked off.” you laughed when he blushed even harder if that was possible.

You took his arm and went to the garage to take one of Tony’s cars. Your touch went straight to his crotch, he had a crush on you since the last two months. You were kind to him, always defending him when the other teased him too much. Always helping him, when he struggled with his project for school or when he wanted to improve his suit or his fighting skills. You made him laugh and forget about his problems. You were like his personal sunshine and when he missed May too much, he looked at you to feel a bit more home. You were his new home now, but he was too heartbroken to see it yet.

You both arrived in college in no time. Peter drove because you were not sure if you would dissociate again. When he parked the car, you were about to go but he stopped you. “You are not totally here yet” he said calmly. You watched his hand on your forearm, but you didn’t feel his grip.

“Jesus Spidey-boy, how?”

“Spidey sense, I think”.

You were the only one to not called his Spidey sense, “Peter tingle” and he liked you a lot for that among other things.

When you felt his grip, it when straight to your core... for no reason except maybe it was like a reaction to him daydreaming about you. His gaze past you and your heart broke. You turned your head and you saw MJ talking with a guy, a handsome one, and she kissed him with passion. Back to Peter, you saw him with teary eyes.

“Hey Pete, don’t... she’s not worth it.”

“I want to move on, it’s been six months.” he murmured.

“You can’t decide when you’ll be totally healed. it takes time.” You caress his cheek in attend to comfort him. He gave you his puppy eyes signature. Those fucking eyes.

“You can pretend.”

“Pretend?”

“That you moved on too. “

“How?”

“We could pretend that we’re dating.” He looked at you, then looked at MJ who was still kissing the new guy, then looked at you again. His hand on your arm holds you tighter and you hand on his cheek went to the back of his neck.

“It won’t hurt anyone, plus maybe your fantasy might come true.” you teased him. Without any warning he kissed you. it was a kick gentle one. You blinked a few times before registering that he did kiss you.

“S-sorry, I should ask you” You shook your head before lean in again and connect your lips to his. This time you took control of the kiss, you took your time to feel his lips against yours. He sighed and parted them a little, your tongue went brush his teeth. You thought he would back off but no he pushed his tongue out to meet yours. You broke the kiss first, scared to not be able to stop... he was a good kisser.

“Well, one of my fantasies is already complete” he said with a certain confidence. You smiled, you liked when he was more confident. “I feel better already, thanks”.

“Did I kissed your boo-boo away?” you joked. He rolled his eyes and got out of the car. He waited for you, then he put his hand on your back.

“It is not for pretending that we are together, you’re still sitting in the car” When he finished his sentence, you felt your soul coming back to your body. Peter holds you closer to prevent from any falling. He heard your heart tumbled in your chest and he hold you closer by putting his harms around your waist. Your head fall on his shoulder by the impact of yourself on your own body. “You, ok?”.

“I don’t know Pete”. You looked up to meet his gaze. His concern about you, you felt it. “It has never been this strong, and… what the fuck? I mean you just hold me and wait for my soul to come back to my body, like you felt it?”

He looked you up and down before putting his lower lips between his teeth. “I-I felt it yeah. Like goosebump. And you have this look in your eyes when you dissociate. Like a cloud on your pupil.”

You’re surprised. He is very observant of your condition, even more than Tony or Bruce, maybe it’s because is more with you… or maybe he likes you more than you think.

“Can you note that somewhere? I have to report this to Bruce.” He nodded and helped you reached your first class.

“Meet me at 2 in the parking lot?” he asked you. “Yeah, fine see ya Peter”. He kissed your cheek before disappearing in the crowd of students. You started blushing for sure.

Two weeks later your condition is worst than ever. You can’t go to class because you keep dissociating. You don’t even know where you are most of the time. The only way to be yourself is when Peter is around you and it makes you sick to be this dependant on someone.

“Y/N?” call Bruce.

“My room.”

The scientist comes in and analyse your state from the door. He frowns.

“Yep, I look like shit, I know. I can’t shower. I mean I can not get up from my bed. Too dizzy”

You hear him hums and scribbles on his notebook. You turn your head slightly and your vision blurs instantly. You close your eyes and groan of frustration. Then… you hear his thoughts.

Maybe the kid could help her shower. Just to see if it works.

“I am not showering with him” he chuckles before speaking out loud.

“No, of course. But maybe he could be near you? I mean when he’s in the same room as you, you seem to functionate almost normally.”

“I am not a machine, Banner.” He sits on your bed, and he pats your leg. “I know, sweety, but could you try? A shower, it’ll make you feel better.”

You sigh and nod positively. Bruce leaves your room, and you wait. A few moments later, you feel Peter coming. He’s nervous and impatient. Bruce knocks and you tell them to come in. Peter is slightly blushing, and his smile disappears when he sees you on your bed.

She looks so ill. I should have come earlier. Shit she can hear me. Think of something, think of something. Lama, dogs, cactus, not her naked, don’t picture her naked. Idiot she can see right trough you. Fuck, fuck… why am I like this. Watermelon, pineapple, no not pineapple, don’t think about what your sperm will taste if you drink or eat pineapple. Stop it, Peter.

You can contain your laughter at his thoughts. Bruce looks at you, but you quick to tell him that Peter is doing what it does best, overthink everything. “And that’s cute, he’s too concern about me. You know, I have to live without you Spidey.”

“I let you two alone now. Let me know how it goes”.

I am cute? She thinks I am cute. Fuck, she’s still reading my mind. Hi Y/N, hope you like my rumbling thoughts.

He thinks about what he did and saw during is time in college and you sigh in relief. You prefer those kinds of random thoughts, feels more like the radio and you don’t have to focus on what is saying.

“You want to try to get up?” you nod before sitting on you bed. Your head does not spin like you’re drunk anymore. You look at him, he stays right beside your bed, slightly nervous.

“Give me your hand Parker… please”. He holds is hand out for you to reach. You take it and push yourself of your bed. You sigh and grip his forearm with your other hand.

“You good?” you nod too weak to form word. He leads you to the bathroom. You both enter and then you stare at each other.

“H-how do you w-want to- to proceed?” he asks you.

“Maybe you can just turn your back and stay in. And no peaking with the mirror behind you.”

He nods and turns; you’re facing his back. He hears you strip from your clothes and enter the bathtub.

“How was your day?” he scoffs but you continue “it’s nicer for me to hear you with your actual voice and not just your thoughts Pete”. He laughs and then start to tell you everything that happened to him. You interact a bit with him, but you quickly become quiet. He continues to ramble and stop instantly. Something is wrong, he can feel it.

“Y/N, still there?”

“I don’t know” your voice echoes. He doesn’t know what to do, you told him to not look at you while you shower. But he feels that you need help, that you are dissociating.

“Peter?” he hears it three time and he closes his before turning and going to the shower. He trusts his Spidey sense to reach you. When he feels your arm, he grips it.

“Peter” you ask this time able to realise that he is with you under the water. His sweat and his socks are soaking wet, but his eyes are closed.

“You there with me again” he breaths out.

“I am, thanks”. He smiles at you shyly. “Peter?”, he hums. “I can see what you’re thinking” he blushes.

“Sorry?”.

“Why am I always wearing one of your t-shirts?” a strangle laugh lives his lips.

“Because I never saw your naked chest and I don’t want to imagine it. So, you in my t-shirt are good enough.”.

“Oh my god, you such a dork!” he takes his hand of your arm, and you feel like you’re falling. Before you know it, Peter catches you in his arms. Now your naked form is pushed against him. His eyes are still closed, but his breathing becomes erratic.

The water is running down on him. You follow a drop along his jawline, and you feel a wetness between your legs.

“Peter, open your eyes” he shakes is head. Your hands snake along his chest to his cheeks, before tugging in the back of his hair. “That’s why I told Bruce I was not showering with you”.

“Wh-what?” his expression is priceless. He arches his eyebrows, and you can almost see the surprise behind eyelids. Your only response is to connect your lips with his. He quickly kisses you back and push you against the wall.

“you’re soaking wet, Pete”. You whisper when he breaks the kiss. 

“So are you”. This time he opens his eyes shocked by his own words. He meets your big grin, and he blushes.

“You’re a specimen Parker, how can you tell me that and then blush like a twelve years old”, because he is right, you are wet… he is making you wet.

Flashes of you riding him in his shirt comes to your head and you laugh. Peter closes his eyes again to stop his thoughts. “I might just do that if you help me finish showering.” His face and ears are crazy red, and he chuckles.

He helps you and puts you in bed. When you head hits the pillow, you fell asleep. Peter stays a while and watches you. Bruce sneaks in and asks what happened. Peter reports the essential and skip the kissing part. You twitch in your sleep and your hand reach for Peter’s. you interlace your fingers with his and you hum.

“Good, I let you take care of her.” Bruce goes out and Peter does not know what to do. He sits awkwardly on the mattress, a butt cheek hanging out of it.

You can lay with me.

He looks at you. Did you just to talk to him in his head.

Need to note that, Pete. But still, you can lay with me if you want. I like to be the little spoon.

He takes a deep breath and positions himself behind you. You scoot over him and take his arm to put it around your waist.

“Thanks Pete.” You murmur.

He kisses your temple and watches you drift in a deep sleep again.

[ramp-it-up]

How I Met Your Father

Pairing: Chris Evans x  Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! By clicking ‘read more’ you agree to all of this.

SMUT, angst, fluff, established relationship (marriage), parenthood, precocious children, the future, flashback, Las Vegas, drinking, drunk sex (almost) unprotected sex (wrap it up!) 69, cum play, name kink, begging. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is just some self-indulgent shit I just wanted to write. I spoke about it with @donutloverxo WEEKS ago and said I would write it this summer.  It is based on the gossip item that Chris was in Vegas and thought some girls wanted his pic when they just wanted him to take a picture for them. Idk if its good or not, so let me know in the comments or reblogs. Been feeling kind of ‘blah’ lately. I hope you like it.

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Labor Day Weekend, 2034

“Your Auntie will be here in about an hour to pick you and CJ up, Wynn.  You need to have your bag packed. You said you wanted to do it yourself!”  

You tried not to yell up the stairs to your daughter, but she was just like you, so she was procrastinating. 

Her twin was already sitting on the couch with his bag by his feet, ready for the weekend with his Godmothers.  

CJ was so like his dad, except for his dense curls and light brown skin, he was the spitting image. He grinned and looked up from his video game, crinkling his sky blue eyes at you as you swept through the living room on the way to the kitchen.

You just had to stop and give him a kiss on the cheek. He was so freakin cute.

Chris was leaning against the island in the kitchen, on his phone.  He looked up at you with the same eyes. The grey in his beard and in a few strands of hair made him hotter than ever. You felt the energy at the base of your spine and in your stomach as he smiled at you.  

Damn, 13 years and you still got butterflies.

“Wynn isn’t packed yet, is she?” He was smirking at your irk.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out.  

“Of course not.”  You shook your head.

“We get what we deserve. She’s your karma.” Chris playfully shrugged and grinned.

“Fuck you Christopher Robert.  You deserve what’s going to happen with her and the boys in a couple years.”

Wynn was gorgeous, a beautiful mix of you and Chris, and she didn’t realize it. She was into soccer and dance, not boys.  

“She is beautiful, just like her mother.” Chris pulled you into his arms as you shook your head.

“And keep your voice down, angel.” Chris whisper-growled into your ear, 

“CJ is right in the other room.” 

He said this as he grabbed your ass with both hands. 

“You wouldn’t want him to hear you, right?”  

Chris dipped his head and licked your pulse point, causing your heart to race. 

“Save it for later…”

You melted into Chris’ embrace, so ready to be alone with him for the long weekend. Having two busy 12 year olds and two careers did not make for the most leisurely alone time, but you and Chris always made it work. Whatever the obstacle.

“Gross! Can I just get some oj without being terrorized by you two with your hands all over each other?”  

Chris chuckled and let you go, as you turned around to see your son at the refrigerator.

“Watch your mouth young man. It’s not terrorism. It's love, between a man and a woman…”

“Oh no, is it time for dad to give CJ the talk?” 

Wynn entered the room and dodged the paper towel thrown at her head.

“Pick that up.”  

You glared at CJ as he retrieved it and put it in the trash.

Wynn pushed her brother out of the way and got a bowl of grapes out and started eating.

“I’ll be glad when you two are eating Auntie Kit out of house and home…”  

You laughed as you straightened up after your children, watching Wynn throw grapes into her dad’s mouth, and missing half the time.

“I can’t wait.  Aunt Kit is going to tell us how you and dad met.” 

CJ said it so nonchalantly while his dad choked on a grape.

You grew warm as you moved to see if your husband was ok. 

“We… we told you that already.”

You and Chris shared a look.

“Yeah, remember, we were both on vacation, and it was love at first sight.” 

Chris winked at you as he told the story, recovered from his little choking episode.

You smiled back at him. “And we lived happily ever after…”

Two pairs of eyes, one hazel, and the other blue just looked at you both like they didn’t believe you.

“There’s more to the story.  Auntie Kit said so.”  

Wynn held up a business card.

You snatched it from her, and she produced five more, grinning at her brother, who had about 10.  

“Where did you get those?”  But you knew the answer. Fucking Kit.

“Ok, the weekend is cancelled. Go up to your rooms.”

“But mooommmm!”  

“No buts, march!”  

Your kids pouted and grumbled all the way up the stairs.

You turned back to Chris, who was holding in a laugh.

“What are you gonna do?  Lock them in their rooms forever to keep them from hearing the story? All they have to do is a google search…”

“It’s not funny. I’m gonna kill Kit…”

“I agree, but how about we tell them before Kit does and adds all her embellishments. We’ve always been open with them. Do you really want to forfeit our weekend alone to keep from telling them? We could walk around the house naked….” 

Chris kissed your neck again as he sang the last sentence in your ear.

The truth was that your kids had already had the talk, a couple of years before. You and Chris never used pet names for body parts and they both knew where babies came from.  You and Chris agreed to raise them with as much honesty as possible, but you didn’t know if you were ready for this.

You sighed and looked up into Chris’ eyes and were transported back 13 years.

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Labor Day Weekend 2021

Kit was doing the absolute most. She was handing out business cards as your flight landed at McCarran International Airport on Friday evening.

You snatched one away from her as she was about to hand to a man in a very obvious older couple, saving her from an ass whooping from his partner.

Break up trip. Help me celebrate! Buy me a drink. 

Venmo:breakuptrip Twitter:breakuptrippin IG:breakuptrip21

“I cannot believe that you did all of this. Business cards, really? Can I have what the fuck you’re smoking!???!”

Not only had she set up a Venmo, she’d started a twitter and instagram. 

Kit shushed you.

“Are you trying to get TSA on my ass?” 

She looked around and pulled you close.  

“How many did you make, Kit?”

She looked down at the box. 

“1000. But you right. Shit! I should have made a 5K. It is Vegas.” 

Kit’s eyebrows did their thing. You loved her since third grade, but she was trying you. 

“Yeah, but, I don’t need…”

“Girl, fuck that. I know, you got this. But this is all in fun. Just let ppl support you, damn.”

You opened, then shut your mouth. You weren’t about to argue that you didn’t want to take people’s money. You’d spent three years supporting Allen’s ass and it was time to do you. You’d just refund everyone without letting Kit know.  

You let her convince you to come to Vegas because this time you were really done. You’d finally found proof that Allen was cheating. You needed to get out of Atlanta and have some fun, before you moved on with your life.  

You used to be smart. 

You used to be fun. 

You used to be a hot girl. 

And you needed to get back to that.

After you checked in and collapsed on the couch of the sweet suite that Kit had scored through her wheeling and dealing, your head was finally starting to clear.

“I can’t wait to see you in your new, updated wardrobe.”

You smiled and nodded, eyes closed and aura expanding on the couch. Then you sat up straight.

“Hold up. Wait. What do you mean, my ‘updated’ wardrobe?”  

You jumped up and grabbed your suitcase that you’d dropped as soon as you entered your suite at the Wynn.  Kit had insisted that she help you pack because you were procrastinating. But you’d laid out what you wanted…

You groaned when you opened your luggage..  

“Fuck, Katherine Latrice!  What the hell…!”

You rifled through the shitload of body con dresses, short shorts, and skimpy tops and bikinis that were in the bag.  You held up the neon and sheer Fenty bras and thongs at your best friend, who just smiled at you.

“The hell?”

“You’re welcome.” Kit rolled her eyes at you. 

“And don’t give me any lip. You picked all shit that covered you up!”

You just stared at her, not wanting to admit that she was right.  

“You don’t have to dress like a shy librarian anymore.  Allen is not here to monitor what you wear.”

“But I AM a librarian.  And I’m not shy. I’m just introverted. Besides, I don’t dress the way I dress because of Allen, I dress the way I dress for comfort.”

“Okay, but this is a post-break up weekend. And ain’t nobody gonna break you off any dick with that body covered up.”

You turned to the mirror and looked at your U GA t-shirt and jeans that you wore on the plane.  Your hair was piled up on top of your head and you’d worn your colorful glasses. You thought you looked pretty good. 

Kit came up behind you, turned you to the side and pulled your shirt tight.  Your ample curves were now evident.

“Girl, you shouldn’t hide this natural Boom! Pow!  There are people who pay top dollar for it.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t try that bullshit on me, you know I’ll always pump you up. Especially after that fuckboy Al tried to tear you down.”

You looked back in the mirror and tied up your t-shirt.  You cocked your head to the side.  The Hot Girl from college that had been pushed down by a cheating, lying, asshole fuckboy for three years was still in there somewhere.

Kit handed you one of the dresses in the suitcase.  You took it, and it barely weighed anything, and you knew that’s how much of you it would cover.

“I’m not tryna get fucked this weekend.”

“I know,” Kit handed you a matching thong. 

“That’s why I’m doing all the work for you.”

——————-

Your car pulled up to the MGM grand like you were a baller. You didn’t know how Kit arranged all of this, but at this point you didn’t care.  You had pre-gamed in the casino at the Wynn and you were up $800. 

You were feeling pretty special.

The valet helped you out of the car and you smiled in his general direction, although you couldn’t see anything without your glasses.  Thanks to Kit, you not only had none of the clothing that you selected for this trip, but you had no contacts either.

“Close your mouth, son. A fly will get in there.”  You squinted at Kit and she giggled.  

“Girl. You are too fine.”

You just smiled and shook your ass, highlighting what was barely contained in the skin tight dress.

An hour and a half later, you were in the VIP continuing your journey to feeling really really good. You and Kit and some new friends that you found were dancing and enjoying the drinks that were being sent your way. The fruits of Kit’s labor didn’t seem so bad.

It was time for the sappy happy drunk part of the night.

“LETS TAKE A PICTURE!”

You and your new besties took selfie after selfie, giggling and having a ball. People were staring because y’all were so loud, but Kit just kept passing out cards and flipping everyone off.

——

Chris and his friends noticed you. The loud group drew attention, but your body kept it.

“Fuck me! Look at that girl. Hot as fuck.”

Bobby was drooling as Chris turned his head and did a double take.

Holy shit you were hot. He grinned to himself as he watched your ass jiggle as you jumped up and down for no apparent reason. But his drunk, hot girl phase was over, right? And he was just an observer. He wasn’t trying to activate the paps on this trip.

“Chris…?”

“Shit, what did you say?” 

He was paying more attention to your body than his friends' drunken musings. His boys laughed as he tried to rejoin the conversation, even though his eyes kept flicking over to you.

——

“We can’t get the right angles…” Your new friend Bridget pouted.

You took her face in your hands as Kit and Angelique danced around you. You teetered a bit as you looked into her eyes.

“Don’t be sad my love. Don’t you ever be sad.  I will make it up to you.” 

You looked around and saw some guys in the next booth in baseball caps, drinking brown liquor.

“Hey! Hey you! Can we take a picture?”

You waved your phone at the closest guy, who quickly looked up at you, giving you a flash of his slate blue eyes.  He ducked back down and shook his head.

“Not taking any pics, just trying to enjoy our night.”

You didn’t understand why this guy was an asshole about it. So you told him.

“It’s going to ruin your night to take a picture of me and my friends?”

The guy looked at you, and you could make out the red “B” on his cap and the dark beard on his face. His pink lips jumped out at you, but other than his beard, his lips, and his eyes, you couldn’t make out much else.

“You want me to take a picture of you and your friends…?”

“Yeeesssss.”  

You cocked your head at him and your hip as you crossed your arms. You felt his eyes on your body and you didn’t mind .

“What did you think?… Oh....”  

You giggled when you realized. The dude’s friends started rolling and busting his balls.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to take your picture dude bro… you know what. Never mind.” 

You started to walk away shaking your head.

——-

Chris was enjoying seeing you go, but he couldn’t let you leave. You were too wasted to know who he was and he was almost too wasted to care.

He stood up to rectify the situation, ignoring the catcalls of his friends.

———

You felt a huge warm paw clasp your wrist. The dude was standing now, and smiling what was a nice, albeit hazy, smile. He was huge compared to you.

“Listen. I’m sorry. It just comes with the territory. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

You were in your feelings now.  

“What territory, dude? Just because you are over 6 ft tall and have that jacked body you think every girl is trying to get with you?” 

He laughed a loud laugh that made your stomach flip. You glared up at him. He smiled down at you like you were the cutest thing. 

But that was probably the alcohol creating narratives in your mind again. Your imagination and alcohol: a deadly combination.

You looked down at his huge outstretched hand and you wanted to ride it. You looked up at him and he shook his head, cute face almost familiar. He shook his head like he was the boss of you.

Then you remembered and put your phone in his hand. His fingers closed around it and caught yours, electricity crackling in the touch. 

You just rolled your eyes as you sauntered back to your friends, looking over your shoulder to catch him checking you out.

He smiled and took pictures of you and the crew, probably over 20, because you all kept calling for one more pose. 

Chris took pictures of the group, but more of you. You shined among your friends. You were gorgeous.  He just had to send some to himself. He didn’t feel like too much of a creep as he put his number in your phone and sent the images.

By the time you were done with the love fest, he handed your phone back and Kit handed him a card.

“If you care to donate, my girl here is celebrating breaking up with a real, top tier fuck boy. Buy her a drink, or three.” 

The dude took the card and you heard him say, “Sounds like a good and worthwhile cause…” as Angelique dragged you out on the dance floor. 

When you came back, the dude and his friends were gone.

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You woke up with a doozy of a hangover.  Your phone dinged the daintiest of dings and you cringed at the noise.  You just grabbed your phone, saw that it was a text from your mother, and you turned on Do Not Disturb.

You grabbed your glasses, and sat up in bed, grabbing the water and aspirin that were on the bedside table. 

That was sweet of Kit, you thought.

You noticed you were naked. You just shrugged, thinking that you must have gotten rid of that tight dress as soon as you got in this morning.

You pulled the sheet up to cover yourself, grabbed your phone and started scrolling through the socials: twitter, IG, all while listening to the soothing sound of the shower.  

One of the girls must be taking a good long one. In the 20 minutes you sat there, your headache subsided enough to get up and brush your teeth.

You grabbed the satin robe out of your closet, stepped over the man’s dress shirt, t-shirt, and jeans and shoes strewn over the floor and tangled with your dress, and went into the bathroom while the shower ran. You just had to get rid of the yukmouth.

You started brushing your teeth before your mouth fell open, foam making you look like a rabid dog.

Hold up. Wait.

You looked back out into the room at the man’s clothes on the floor. Then you looked at the huge form in the shower.  You spit your toothpaste into the sink and wiped your mouth, slowly inching toward the shower door.

You closed your eyes, prayed, and then pulled it open.

There stood before you a very wet, very hung, and very real man who looked a lot like Chris Evans.

“Hey! Good morning, Sunshine!” 

It was hazy smile dude bro from last night.  Or was it Chris Evans?

Holy shit.

You closed the door and ran back into the bedroom, pulling the sheets and covers up to your chin.  

Had you?  Surely you hadn’t. Surely you’d remember?? Especially with Chris Evans. But this was Vegas. Anything could happen, right?

The shower had stopped and you looked up to see the man in a towel coming out of the bathroom.  He certainly looked like Chris Evans, but that wasn’t what was important right now.

“Did I fuck you last night?”

He smirked at you.  

“Well, I’d like to think that you would remember that, no matter how blasted you were.”

The voice was familiar.  He really worked hard at this.

“I know, right?  Especially with that weapon of mass destruction you got there.”  

You gestured toward his towel.

He gave you that loud laugh again, clutching his own chest.  Damn, he laughed like Chris Evans.

He came and sat on the bed.  

“Well, we hooked up an hour after I took your pictures.  We met on the roof of the Paris Hotel underneath the Eiffel Tower and watched the Bellagio fountains.” Chris looked wistful and all of a sudden you had a feeling of being safe in his arms.

“We slow danced. We talked about life and love and dreams and then we somehow decided it would be good to come to your room and get naked.  We did that, and you started snoring as soon as we hit the bed. And even drunk, I know better than to take advantage of an intoxicated woman.”

He was shaking his head and smiling.  Damn, he was pretty.

“Next thing you want me to believe is that you really are Chris Evans.”

He looked at you like you’d grown an extra nose. He hadn’t realized that you didn’t remember who he was. For some strange reason that made you even more attractive.

“I…. am Chris Evans.” 

He was trying to break it to you gently. You just gaped at him.

“Okay, I know you’re lying, because I don’t snore.”  

You crossed your arms and the sheet fell, opening the robe a little bit. He looked at your cleavage and literally licked his lips. Then he looked into your eyes.

“Yes you do, and it’s adorable.”

You refused to believe it. You scoffed.

Chris looked at you, as if he could see right through your bravado. And he could.  

“Your dream is to curate a museum.  You want to go back to school and get a degree in art curation.”

Your mouth dropped open.  You hadn’t even told Kit. Most people thought you were satisfied organizing books, but you wanted to share a love of art and literature with thousands of people.  It seemed too weird to share.  You shook your head, because it was coming back to you.

“And you want to create art and literature. Through your films and website…”

“Now you got it!” Chris smiled at you. You had the nerve to flush, half naked in this hotel room.

“How did you find me again?” Then it hit you. “The card!” 

You didn’t even realize you said it out loud.

“I have one of those, but I put my number in your phone under “Dude Bro.”

You shook your head.

But, why would you come up to some random’s room in Las Vegas?”

Chris sat on the bed and looked you in the eye.  He looked wistful as he shook his head.

“You’re not a random. You’re hot, and funny as hell, and I wanted to have a good time.” 

“I was drunk. That’s why I was funny.  And those weren’t my regular clothes, my friend packed them and they are all I had and…”

Chris reached out and pressed his thumb against your lips, grasping your head.

“I’m sorry. I misspoke.  You’re earnest, you’re beautiful and you make me feel…”

He pulled you close, continuing to hold your gaze, as if asking permission to kiss you, even though you were spilling out of your robe. You gazed at his lips, closed the gap between you and touched your lips with yours. 

Chris deepened the kiss and leaned you back on the pillows, hands on your head and on your neck.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, causing him to lay pressed against you on the bed and the towel to slip off.

Chris’s hand skated down the length of you to your hip, staying there playing with the material on the robe as you came apart, foreheads together, breathing heavily.

“Don’t ever say that shit about yourself again. I don’t want to hear it. You’re beautiful. And I don’t know you, but I know that.  Don’t ever sell yourself short again.  I won’t have it.”

The possessiveness jumped out. It both thrilled and scared you. 

“How will you know if I say those things again? This is a one time th….”

Chris kissed you again to shut you up, this time grabbing a handful of your ass, long fingers reaching under the robe to skim your wetness.

You kept your eyes on his as you panted after the kiss.  But you didn’t need to look down to know that his cock was hard and throbbing against your thigh. You were throbbing too, and you made a decision.

You reached down tentatively and thumbed the head, taking in his face as he shuddered at your touch. 

“What will you have then?”  

You small hand tried to wrap around his cock but your fingers didn’t meet, you just softly stroked him, making Chris weak.

“I want you.  Can I have you?”  

He looked at you, eyes taking in your lips, your eyes. You didn’t know how beautiful you were.

You grasped his dick harder and started moving down his body, toward your goal.  You kept looking at him as you went down.

“Can you have me do what?”

Chris was on his back now, cock out in all of his glory. It was big, and thick, and veiny, with a big mushroom cap head. And it was looking right at you. A not so little soldier. You stared at it and licked your lips to wet them.  Then you looked at Chris.  

His dick jumped because he could read your intention in your eyes.  There you were, straddling his legs, staring down at his cock, that satin robe slipping off your shoulders, your thighs and one of your breasts bare. 

Your thick hair was all over the place and made you look even more alluring. Gorgeous.  He wanted to grab you, throw you back on the bed and fuck the shit out of you, but he wanted you to be in control.  He put his arms behind his head and smiled.

The way his biceps and triceps popped when he did that made you drip, but here he was, this model of a man, beneath you and at your mercy.  You were going to live this experience to the fullest.

“Well, I want to suck your dick.”

It jumped as he groaned at what you said.  It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that phrase, but the way you said it did something to him.

“And then, I want you to cum on my tits.”  

You slipped the robe off and played with them for him, watching his face as he bit his lip and then his cock as it pulsed precum.

Chris’s voice was impossibly deep now, because you’d started massaging his balls.  

“Umm…. sounds like a plan… but….fuck!”  

You had closed your lips around his tip and sucked the clear liquid off the head, still gently playing with his balls.

You pulled off him with a pop.  

“Tell me.”  

You leaned down and took more of him in your mouth, deep throating as far as you could naturally.  Then you relaxed your throat and took more of him.

“Hollyyyyyy...Fuck, that’s hot.” 

Chris’s head has thrown back and his sexy red lips open in ecstasy as his hand rested on your head, fingers dug deep into your curls.

Then you stopped. His eyes flew open. He actually whined. You grinned at his agony.

“Tell me what you want to do.”

Chris cleared his throat and nodded, Watching you now and licking his own lips.  You’d shed the robe and your ass was in the air.

“I want you to ride my face.” 

This time you chocked on his cock, and Chris pushed you down until you sputtered.  You came up grinning, spit running down your chin. 

“How about a 69?”

‘This is my dream girl,’ Chris thought as he grabbed you, kissed you, and then manipulated your body around so that your pelvis was resting on his chest.  He looked down at it as you started deep throating him again. He reached up and grabbed your ass.

“Damn, angel.  This pussy is so so pretty…” 

He started playing with it, using his thumbs to push your wetness around your thick pussy lips and circling your clit.  He kept going, even though what your hot wet mouth was doing to him was making his eyes roll back into his head. 

This new angle allowed you to fit more of his dick down your throat. You moaned around him and his balls tightened, ready to shoot off.

Chris couldn’t go out like that, so he grabbed your thighs and pulled you back on his face.  His nose was buried in your pussy and his thick, wide tongue swiped up, down, and around your clit.  He could feel it vibrate and get hard. 

He pulled off and said, “You gonna cum for me angel? Cum all over my face?”  

The thought made him giddy as his fingers continued what his mouth had been doing.

You moaned again and tried to crawl away from him, but Chris’s large hands held you fast.  You were sure that you were going to have his fingerprints on you for days. You started slurping his cock faster and faster, in time with his tongue.  When he drew your clit in between his lips and started sucking hard, that’s when you started cumming.

Chris had to pray to keep himself together, but he sucked your clit through the orgasm, and watched your pussy clench around nothing. That had to be fixed.  

Chris manhandled you again and all of a sudden he was behind you, hands on your hips with him slipping inside your slick wetness, pussy still clenching. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You’d never had a dick this fat. It felt like heaven as he slid home, and that’s what it felt like, home.

He stayed fully seated for a while, both of you pounding together.  It had been a while since he was so on the verge of losing control, but it had been a while.

“Chris.  Please….”  

You were whining now, wanting some movement, you wanted to get fucked.

“What do you want, angel?” 

Chris slid almost all the way out of you, until his thick tip was the only thing left of his 10 inches inside you.

“Pleaseeee. Fuck me, Chris. Pleaseee.” 

The way you said that was everything.  

“Say my name again,” said Chris as he slid inside you slowly, making you feel every bump and ridge, and finally finding that spongy spot deep inside you.

‘Chris!”  

He pumped again.  

“Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris….”  

The faster you said his name the faster and deeper he pumped.  He was pulling your hair and slapping your ass and hitting that spot.  

You came again and started milking him and he tried to pull out but you pulled him in deeper and he thrust deeper than that, balls pulsing out a little bit of fluid before he managed to pull out.

You collapsed on the bed as Chris watched you catch your breath and he tried to calm down. He reached down and spread your cheeks.  

“That pussy is fucking wrecked.”  

You could hear the pride in his voice, and it made you clench and shudder.

Chris lifted your leg and turned you around, and there you lay, just for him.

He started stroking himself as he stared at you.  

“Squeeze your tits.”  

You stared back as you started playing with your breasts, pulling and rolling your nipples.

“Fack!”  

You hadn’t heard dirty Massachusetts before. 

“We don’t have a fucking condom, but..” 

Chris leaned down and started biting at your hands, which you moved so he could attack your nipples, sucking them roughly.  ‘Mine,’  he thought in his head. Then he shook it, taking your nipple with him.

“Chris!” 

It was rough, but it felt good. He was watching you now as he suckled at your breasts.  You kept your eyes open at the sight.  Those lips.

“...You taste and feel so fucking good…”  

Chris finally finished his sentence as he leaned up and traced your clit with his cock, causing your overstimulated body to jump. His dick was so hard, that the head was smooth and shiny on it’s own, but the liquid you were both producing was making it more slick.

Your back arched when he stretched you out again, and his hand moved from your clit up to your neck.  He rolled and moved his hips, rotating his dick inside you, applying just the right pressure to your neck. 

He fucked you really good for a few minutes, watching your lust blown eyes, and he could tell that there was no way he could stop it now. He leaned down and whispered into your ear.

“I promise I will pull out.” 

This while he was snapping his hips into you so as to mold your body to his dick.

“Not yet Chris, please, Chris, please Chris pleassseeee.”

“Unghhh! Fuck!” 

Chris tried to hold it, but the way you were begging and calling his name made it impossible.

“I… I’ve got to….” 

His toes were curling, trying to give you what you needed. What he wanted.

“Just a little more…”  

Chris sped up impossibly fast, because your pussy was pulling him in, drowning him in pleasure. He started cumming inside you and then pulled out and gave you your wish.  His seed on your breasts.  

You smiled and started playing in it, swirling your finger around your nipple and then sucking it off. 

“Fack! My angel is so nasty.”  

Chris leaned down and started sucking your nipples again, slipping his half hard cock back inside you.

“Ah! Feels so fucking good.”  

Chris pulsed one last time and then pulled you onto his chest as he rolled onto his back.  You played with his nipple as he slowly got soft and slipped out of you, his fluid and yours trickling out of you.

You might have dozed for a bit, warm and happy,  but then you suddenly snapped your head up.

“Shit!”  

You climbed off him.

“What the fuck did we do?”

“Fuck!”

Chris sat up on the bed, looking at you with those eyes.  

“Calm down.”

“Calm down!? We just fucked without a condom!”

“It will be okay.”  Chris came toward you.

“Don’t say that. It will be okay for you, because it was just a one time thing. Some Vegas fling, but I will have to deal with whatever happens…”  

You shrugged him off.

“IF anything happens, we just…”  Chris shook his head.

“Listen. I know I begged you for it, we both got carried away.  I wasn’t thinking straight because…”

“Because why?”  

You looked at Chris. “Because the dick is good.”  

Chris smirked.  “Is that all?  You don’t feel anything else?”

“No. Especially not any kind of crazy feeling like you’re mine or I’m yours. This is not what this is. Let’s be real, Chris.” 

You didn’t want to look at him, so you just hung your head.

“You can use my shower again.  I need time to think.”  

You pulled the robe on again.

Chris just stared at you before he grabbed his towel and headed back into the shower.

----

Chris got out of the shower and got dressed, he was almost pouting, those pink lips pushed out, glistening chest and jeans unbuttoned, his v cut and happy trail on display. Your fingers itched to tough him there.

Damn, you needed to control yourself.

You dragged your eyes up from his crotch and met his, noticing the twinkle in those baby blues.

“Chris?”  

The way you said his name did something to him.  He just wanted to hold you because you were scared. But you were too scared for him to hold you.

Why did you want to bury your head in his chest and never let him go? Because you were a simp and a fool, that’s why.

He shrugged like it didn’t bother him, but you could tell it did. You regretted what you’d said, but you continued to stare at him. Having feelings would be crazy at this point. Right?

“Maybe you’re right about all this. I’ll just… I’ll get out of your hair.”  

He quickly put his t-shirt and ball cap on and grabbed his phone and wallet.

Chris was out of the bedroom door before you snapped out of it. You ran to the door of the suite, which had just closed, and looked down the hall toward the elevator, but he was gone. 

Meanwhile, Chris was jogging down the stairs, so that his racing heart would mean something healthy and not some ridiculous, impossible infatuation. He was too old for that shit.

But as he reached the lobby, he realized that in the light of day, and sober, you would invade his thoughts for a while. He had to just keep it moving and he’d get over it. 

——-

You’d been sneaking smells of Chris’s shirt all day.

When you saw that it was still on the floor of your room, you almost thought to text him, but you didn’t want to start anything up again, so you just kept it as a memento of a wonderful time.

“What in the world is up with you?  Did you bone Dude Bro last night? Is that his shirt? No feels, y/n. You just broke up with a joker…”

You ignored Kit, and just enjoyed your day.You only had two more in Vegas. You went shopping and gambling and saw a show and you didn’t think of Chris at all. 

Not very much. 

Just a little. 

-----

Chris opened and closed messages a million times that day.

He wasn’t going to be weak and text you first.  You would say that he just wanted some ass, and while he wouldn’t be mad if you threw some his way, but that wasn’t it.  

He wanted you. He needed you.

No matter the beautiful women he saw around him, all he could think about was you. Damn, he was a goner.  

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the text.

----

You were waiting at a private booth in STK on the strip, waiting for the crew.  They told you to meet them there.  You were scrolling through your phone when you smelled him.  You looked up into Chris’ eyes.  He looked lost.

“I’m gonna kill Kit.” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“She just told me where you were going to be after she sent me a pic of you in my shirt.” 

Chris sat down beside you, and put his arm around the back of the banquette. He was so close.

“That’s mine.”

All of a sudden, your throat was dry.

“I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worn it… I …”

“I wasn’t talking about the shirt.”

Chris leaned in to kiss you. And that was the beginning of the story.

------

“And that was how I met your father.” 

Of course you left out all of the x-rated bits, but now your children knew that you met in Vegas, and that weekend resulted in their birth. And they also knew that you and their father were happy and in love and that was all that mattered.

Wynn looked at CJ.  

“You owe me 50 dollars of your birthday money!”  

CJ groaned and put his head in his hands.

“We knew the story mom; we found the cards in the attic and googled everything, then did some math. And I’m named after a Las Vegas hotel and casino?”

She had a point there. 

“CJ didn’t think you would tell us the truth.”

You and Chris just looked at each other in shock and then Chris started rolling laughing.  You didn’t find it funny, but then decided to relax.  

The doorbell rang.  

“Both of you need to get out of my house.  Now.” 

You pointed at the offending children.

Chris was wiping tears from his eyes as he opened the door for Kit and Angelique.  

“What’s wrong with Dude Bro?” Kit looked at you.

Chris laughed his way through an explanation as you steamed on the couch.  By the end everyone was laughing. Everyone but you.

“What makes you think I would tell the kids that story?” Kit was laughing at you.

You just shook your head and hugged your kids goodbye. As soon as the door closed, Chris was in your ear.

“Are you really mad?  Without Kit, you wouldn’t have gone to Vegas, we wouldn’t have met, and we wouldn’t have this beautiful family.”

You buried your head in his chest.

“You’re right. I’m grateful.”

“Good. Now you have five minutes to get your head right, because I’m about to take you back in time 13 years…”

“Chris…”

“Say my name, say my name.”

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[supernaturalgirl20]

Okay so I had this idea for Din, Grogu, and the reader. Maybe the reader had just given birth a couple weeks prior and her and Din are dealing with their newborn. I was wondering what Grogu would do. I feel that he would get jealous and lash out. For example throw toys and just be really mean. Din doesn’t understand what’s going on but the reader realizes that Grogu is feeling neglected so she explains it to him and the two of them sit Grogu down and have a talk and the three of them cuddle together

Aliit

Pairings: Din Djarin x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, sibling rivalry, jealousy, din being clueless. I think that’s it.

Comments and reblogs are really appreciated 🥰

Your heart swelled with happiness as you looked down at your sleeping daughter. She was nestled snugly in your arms after having her feed, the image of her father. A head of brown hair and deep brown pools for eyes. It had been a long hard birth and Omera and the healer had recommended that you rest for a few days.

Din has barely left your side ever since. Only leaving your side to check on Grogu. He’s besotted by your little princess, she has him wrapped around her finger already. “How are my two girls?” He says as he enters your small hut. A huge smile on his face.

“Good. Kaiya is fast asleep after her feed. Will you take her and put her in the crib I need to bathe?” Din is quick to rush to your side and lay little Kaiya down in her crib before he helps you out of bed and towards the tub.

“Do you need anything else Mesh’la?”

“No, I'm fine, thank you.” Din moves a crate so he can sit beside you, his hand playing with the water as he looks at you lovingly. “You don’t have to stay, you know?” You say a smile creeping onto your face.

“I want to. Seeing you give birth to Kaiya, I - I just want to be around you. You were amazing. I never thought that with the life I lived I would ever have this. Thank you Mesh’la, you have given me everything.” He leans over and kisses your lips softly.

***

Weeks pass and Din is even more attentive towards you and Kaiya, if that was even possible. Sitting outside with Omera, little Kaiya in your arms and Grogu playing with the children, you don’t notice Din coming up behind you. He sits beside you pulling you in close and kisses the top of Kaiya’s little head, his finger running gently along her cheek.

The two of you are so lost in the moment that you don’t notice the way Grogu is staring at you. Din in particular. His big brown eyes are squinted as he looks at your daughter. Suddenly he is flinging toys at the other children and some of them begin to cry. Din stands and moves towards him, his finger pointed at the little green child as he chastises him.

“Grogu! You can't throw things, it’s not nice. Now say sorry.” Grogu just looks at him, his big brown eyes glued to his father before he just waddles away. Din turns towards you with a question in his eyes. “Let him cool off. Willa,” you say, turning towards Omera’s daughter. “Will you keep an eye on him please?” Willa nods her head at you and then rushes off after him. “He has been doing that a lot. Do you think everything is ok?” Din asks, worry written all over his handsome face. “I’m sure it’s nothing, all part of growing up.”

His behaviour only gets worse from there. He refuses to eat for Din, throwing his food into Din's face and his tantrums have become more frequent. Din is worried but you thought perhaps it was just a phase, like the terrible twos. It isn’t until late one evening when Din is sitting on the bed with Kaiya, cooing down at her that you realise what is going on. Grogu was playing happily with a toy frog until he heard Din speak to your daughter. Suddenly he begins to use the force to throw things across the room startling Kaiya who then begins to cry.

“Grogu! Stop that right now.” Din says, his voice full of anger. Grogu flings a toy into the air that just misses your head and that’s when Din stands abruptly. “Grogu!”

Walking over to your husband, you gently place your hand on his arm, “I think I know what’s going on? He feels left out, Din. He’s only been acting like this since Kaiya was born.”

“Do you think we’ve been neglecting him?” Din says, his voice filled with guilt. I’d like to think we haven’t but maybe that’s how he feels. “I don’t want him to feel left out. What are we going to do?” Thinking for a moment you grab your shoes and make your way towards the entrance of your hut. “Leave it with me, I’ll be back soon ok?”

***

Omera had agreed to take Kaiya for the day to let you and Din spend some quality time with Grogu. You’d planned a little day trip for the three of you to that frog planet Grogu loves so much. Everything was packed and ready to go as you board the crest. “Ready to go?” Din had asked, looking back at you both. Turning towards Grogu you see he is more than ready, sitting in one of the co-pilot seats, hands clapping excitedly. “I think we’re all set.”

Grogu was running around chasing frogs as you sat on the picnic blanket you brought, food laid out in front of you. “This was a great idea Mesh’la, you always know just what to do.” You smile at him as he sits beside you, his eyes following Grogu as he runs around. He pulls you into his lap and kisses the side of your cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too, riddur.” Grogu waddles over, a frog in his mouth and plops down on the blanket. “Padu.” You both laugh at him as he releases the frog only to catch it again. After the food is quickly devoured, Din pulls Grogu into his lap, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Grogu, your mom and I want you to know that we love you, so much and that just because we have little Kaiya now, that doesn’t change.” His eyes meet yours and you smile at him. Running your fingers along his big green ears you kiss the top of his head. “We’re sorry if you’ve felt left out, we didn’t mean to. Having a new baby is overwhelming but we love you too.”

You're not sure if he’s understood you but he seems to look between you both before reaching his hands up for a hug. “I think he gets it.” Din says, hugging him close. “I hope so.”

***

Later that night as you head to bed, you check in on Grogu to find he isn’t in his bed. Panic begins to set in and you rush to find Din but stop when you find him standing outside Kaiya’s room. “Hey is everything ok? Have you seen Grogu?”

He puts his finger in his lips and points into the room. Sliding in beside him you find Kaiya in her crib fast asleep, her big brother lying beside her, holding her protectively. “Aww, look at them. He is going to be such a great big brother.”

“I think our talk worked. Maybe we should do that with him once a week, just spend time with him.” Cuddling into your riddur, his warmth seeping into you, you look up at his handsome face. “Sounds like a plan. We have a perfect little family.” “All thanks to you, Mesh’la.”

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[danniburgh]

Formalities and Introductions (a RushBit one shot)

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: It's mother's day and you get to meet Javier's mom.

Word count: +2k

Chapter warnings: mentions of death and dead people and nostalgia.

A/N: This is canon RushBit after the main story,  it will make sense once we throw ourselves into it. I just wanted to commemorate Mother's Day with this.

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May 9th, 1996.

You turned on the driveway and pulled over; when you turned off the car and grabbed your bag from the co-pilot’s seat, you felt your smile creep up on your face again and you tried to hide it, unsuccessfully.

You got out of the car and immediately the big black ball of hair that was Pepe ran out of Chucho’s house and you crouched to greet the old pup.

“Hi, good boy,” you cooed to him as his large tail formed whiplashes around the space “where are our men?” you asked him, standing up. The dog huffed and turned around to walk back to Chucho’s house.

You followed him and walked in. The first thing that welcomed you was the stern voices of two men arguing in spanish. You walked behind Pepe into the kitchen and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the arch frame of the entrance, neither of them seemed to notice you.

“No, viejo terco, no,” (stubborn old man) Javier chastised from the chair he was sitting on, his back to you, as Chucho chopped something on the counter, his back to Javier.

“Is that the way to talk to your dad?” you asked out loud, Javier seemed to wince and turned around to see you.

“It’s my dad,” he replied, Chucho chuckled, turning around to wink at you and to clean his hands with the kitchen towel hanging on his shoulder “I talk to him how I want to.”

“No, you don’t, shut up.” you teased, Javier smirked and took the can of beer that was resting on the table in front of him and took a gulp. Chucho sat next to him as you left your bag on the opposite chair.

“How’d it go?” Javier asked, watching you walk to the fridge and take out the water jug and make your quick way to the dish rack for a glass.

“I hate the DMV,” you mumbled, pouring the water on the glass and placing it in front of Javier, along with a kiss on his temple, “I got yelled by a lady trying to cut in line,” you chuckled and Chucho followed, you left the jug on the table and took the beer can from Javier’s hand, “but I got it.”

“Hey that’s mine,” Javier frowned as you walked to the sink and left the can there, “show it to me.”

“Was, drink your water,” you said, Chucho chuckled again and shook his head when Javier let out a huff, he knew better than to say something at that point, he knew how much you cared about Javier, “I even got surprised, I don’t look half bad in the photo.” you raised your eyebrows as you walked to the chair, took your bag and rummaged around it, finding the small plastic rectangle and handing it to Javier when you sat down.

“Half bad? you look gorgeous.” Javier mumbled, Chucho leaned to the side and Javier handed it to him.

“You do, Florecita.” Chucho said, smiling at you.

“Well thank you,” you smiled back at him, “with that driver’s license I’m officially a citizen of Texas.” you rolled your eyes and Javier frowned in feigned hurt.

“What’s wrong with Texas?” he said as you took the license from Chucho’s hand.

“I’m not saying there’s something wrong with it.” you shrugged, taking the water glass you had put in front of him and taking a sip of the cold water.

“You’re suggesting it.” he narrowed his eyes with that shit-eating grin of his.

“I’m not! what do you care? you hate Texas.” you rolled your eyes again and Javier faked a gasp.

“I don’t hate it, I’m just not fond of it.” he let out, taking out a laugh out of you. Chucho muttered something along the lines of chamacos locos (crazy kids) and stood up to resume his chopping.

“And yet you’re making me live here,” you chuckled out and Javier just shrugged, “what are you cooking, suegro?” you asked, and Javier took the glass from your hand to drink out of it.

“Meatloaf,” Chucho replied “Javi, remember to pick up the flowers in the morning.” he said without turning.

“Yeah.”

“What flowers?” you asked Javier.

“Tomorrow’s mother’s day.” he let out, moving on the chair to face you better.

“I thought it was this sunday,” you narrowed your eyes until your brain remembered that the holiday was celebrated on the tenth in México, “oh shit.”

“Oh shit indeed,” Javier teased, knowing you just had to remember it, his hand snaked on the table to take yours “we’re gonna go see mom,” he muttered “wanna come?”

Javier felt a bit nervous asking you that; to go with him and his dad to the cemetery and look at a tombstone he hadn’t seen for a long time.

He didn’t talk about his mom often, because it all reminded him of the last time he saw her and the image of his smiling mother tortured him more than do him any good; he spent a long time of his adult years wondering if the choices he was making would disappoint the woman that had birthed him and wrapped him in so much love since the first minute he was on earth; he spent most of his life thinking what would his mother say if she found out what he was doing or why. And he still needed to work on restoring the memory of his mother in his mind, because she would smack him on the nape if she knew he avoided talking about her at all.

He saw your eyes, wrapped in that warm kindness that had settled in them since you had moved in with him and decided to stay by his side; he knew you wouldn’t say no, but he still had to ask.

“Sure, you don’t have to ask me.” you said, Javier nodded and gave you a tight lip smile and turned to his dad.

“You need help, pop?”

“No.”

Javier padded inside the room when you got out of the ensuite, towel drying your hair, he walked around the bed, sat on the edge of the edge of his side, his back to you, and picked up the book you two were reading before falling asleep.

“You ok?” you asked him, he hummed in affirmation while looking around the nightstand, “you sure?” you asked him again, he turned his face to look at you and saw you with your eyes narrowed as you threw the towel in the hamper.

“I’m fine.” he said, following you as you walked to the dresser and picked up his glasses, you shook your head slowly and sat next to him, handing the glasses to him.

“Liar, liar.”

He scoffed when you stood up and walked around to your side; he stood up as well, and you began that half put together routine you had before bed; pulling down the covers, throwing some pillows on the bed’s end bench and climbing on the bed to snuggle together right in the middle of the mattress.

“Do I have to ask you again?” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder as he picked up the book. He sighed and shuffled to face you.

“I haven’t been to her grave since I left.” he mumbled.

“I don’t think she judges you for it.” you let out, he chuckled humorlessly.

“You didn’t know her,” he said, “she does.”

“I don’t know her because you won’t talk to me about her,” you whispered and Javier sighed again, you turned your head to face him, he was already looking at you. “I understand it’s hard, but I’d like to know about her.”

Javier looked at you without saying a thing for a few seconds. His hand reached to your cheek and he nodded a few times.

“Ask away.” he whispered, you gave him a smile that he could only classify as the smile of a curious child and it made his chest turn around with love.

May 10th, 1996.

The bouquet was heavy, but you insisted on carrying it yourself, the smell of the pink carnations invaded your nostrils as Javier’s hand gripped yours in that entangled mess that was your fingers when you held hands.

“Por acá.” Chucho said, he was guiding you both through the narrow dirt paths of the Laredo’s Cemetery, Javier was helping you not step on any graves out of respect, he had said.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled, Javier snorted “I’m about to meet your mom, I’m nervous.”

Javier let out a nostalgic chuckle.

“You met her last night.” he reminded, you smiled, remembering him abandoning the book when you started asking what you wanted to know about his mom; where was she born, when, where she grew up, how did she like to be called, her favorite kind of music, how she used to call him when he was a kid; all the things you didn’t know.

The ones you did, Javier was not the one to tell them to you, it was Chucho; your non-father in law loved when you were in a curious mood because you nagged him until you got responses, and from him you had learned her name, how did they meet, when they got married and how did she die.

But you were eager to learn Javier’s perspective about his mom, because Chucho spoke about her with all the love and devotion of a husband, a man that knew her soul and her body; but Javier knew her kindness and her protective side.

And you loved every bit of her he handed you, it made her more real and it was as if you knew her too. Or at least part of her.

“So carnations were her favorites?” you asked him in a low voice, Chucho turning right on another path.

“Yeah, those and jacarandas,” he replied with a smile, you turned to see him and smiled at him “but those don’t grow here.”

“Isn’t Guadalajara filled with those trees?” you asked, almost in a rethory, remembering the brief time you spent in that city and seeing the streets filled with purple little flowers, Javier nodded.

“I saw some of those in Colombia too, most of them in Medellín,” he mumbled, gripping your hand tighter absentmindedly, it was still hard for both of you to talk about Colombia, but it was harder for him “reminded me of her.”

Chucho stopped in front of a white tombstone, on each side there were two stone vases with some half-dead flowers on them and he took his hat off, you looked at Javier and he breathed in heavily, you handed him the bouquet and he gave you half a smile.

“Hola, mi amor.” Chucho let out, “happy mother’s day” his usual stern tone faded and you felt a tight knot in the middle of your chest and bit your lip.

“Here, pop,” Javier undid the bouquet and gave him half the carnations, “hola, mami,” he whispered to it and you just saw them moving silently around the grave, you stood there, in front of the gravestone.

Margarita García de Peña. Beloved wife and mother. 1926 - 1967

The two men in front of you took out the dead flowers and put the carnations in the vases, Chucho stood there, a hand on the cold stone and started whispering to it.

Javier walked to you and you opened your arm for him to settle around.

“She was so young.” you said, he nodded.

“She had me young.” he mumbled, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Gracias.” you whispered. He looked at you with half a frown and saw you looking at the grave.

Javier huffed and shook his head with a soft smile adorning his face; he tugged you to him and wrapped you inside his arms, you put your arms around his waist and Javier kissed your temple.

“She would’ve loved you.” he murmured on your skin.

“She loved you.” you said, making him hug you tighter.

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Professor Reid (PART 2)

(Click here for PART 1:)  https://skei-seems.tumblr.com/post/642651570175148032/professor-reid

Summary: (con’t) After a steamy interaction with her professor on a school trip and a bad misunderstanding, Y/N tries to make up for her mistake when a new opportunity arises.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (female) reader

Category: Smut [NSFW]

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Swearing

A/N: Thank you for all the love on part 1. Please like/reblog, I would really love to hear your thoughts and feel free to send me requests. Hope you guys like it! :)

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Spencer didn’t know what had caused you to change so suddenly, he wanted to talk but you were so good at avoiding him. He wanted to tell you it was all a mistake, that it never should have happened, but the other part of him wanted, no needed, you in every way.  Prior to the trip he dealt with a bad breakup - his girlfriend cheated on him - and it had pushed him far enough to want your sweetness and innocence more than ever.  If only you would let him talk to you...

      A sharp wind of breath swirled into his lungs when he saw you that evening, you looked breathtaking.  Your hair flowed perfectly around your face, and your body fit so well in your tight clothing, he adored that you always wore sneakers despite the rest of the group’s formal attire.  He just couldn’t avert his eyes from this goddess of a woman.

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      He was looking at you like a meal.  Those melting eyes still sent shivers down your spine. Annoyed, you occupied yourself with your phone while the group waited in line.  The booming music made it difficult to hear yourself think once you were all inside.  The place was modern and extremely crowded, and the music more popular and recent.

      The song playing was not to your taste, though there was something about the loudness sending vibrations through your chest, and the strong amount of perfume and cologne in the air that reverberated into an intense excitement in the pit of your stomach.  Some of the group seated themselves at a table overlooking the crowded dance floor, the rest scattered out to join the dancing bodies or to get drinks. After getting a drink, you took a seat across from Professor Reid. He watched you tentatively through the first bit of the night, and you shifted a little your seat. Those penetrating brown eyes through his blonde curls had the tendency to burn holes in you.

      You bit your lip, an idea had lit up in you. You downed the last of your drink and headed straight into the crowd, and joined their rhythmic movements. Soon, a good looking guy your age started to dance with you. He was cute, you couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t... him. Nevertheless, it was part of your plan. Initiating phase two, you moved closer until you were dancing like you and Spencer had the other night. Your eyes wandered around until they landed on him, he was staring at you, eyes lit with a fire that you could see even from the distance where you were standing. You smirked, and continued moving without breaking eye contact. Suddenly, and without warning, the handsome stranger you were tangling with pushed his tongue down your throat. OK, none of that, you thought to yourself. It had not been part of your plan. Fed up, you pushed the horny man off of you and strode out of the club.

      The fresh air was a relief like no other. Not even halfway through a night at the club, and you had already had enough. You rested against the wall of the building, a spot where there wasn’t a crowd of people waiting in line. Before you could make a move to start walking home, a slim body appeared in front of you.

“What was that about?” Professor Reid’s voice came out as husked, right against your face as he pushed both of his hands on the wall beside your face, trapping you between him and the wall.

Unable to conjure up an explanation in the closed proximity, you gulped and looked into those two orbs of honey. 

You pushed him away, regaining some posture. “What was that about? Really,” you spat out. “What’s you-having-a-girlfriend about?!”

The bit of shouting had caused adrenaline to course through your body, your chest was heaving. He looked taken aback at your accusation.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his tone changing to a much softer one.

“I heard you on the phone in the cafeteria.”

He slowly took a deep breath. “That was my little sister, really.” 

      The look in his eye told you he wasn’t lying, you didn’t have to be a profiler to see that. For a moment you were dumbstruck, but the professor spoke again before the silence stretched too long.

“I did have a girlfriend,” this information came differently as you previously took it, when it was just an assumption. “I broke up with her not long ago,” he looked away, “she cheated on me.”

      Guilt quickly built up in you, unlike it had before when you thought you would be a wedge in someone else’s relationship. No, this was something new, something mixed with shame. 

“Professor,” you finally said. “I’m... sorry.”

The smart eyes studied you before he shook his golden curls. “You didn’t know. But if you think the other night was a mistake, I get it. It’s fine, we can forget about it.”

Hesitation and guilt kept you from telling him otherwise, your mouth just opened and closed. He pursed his lips, then called a taxi to take you back safely to the hotel. 

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      It had been weeks since the trip, you hadn’t spoken a word to Professor Reid except for a few short answers in class. He seemed back to his old self. You tried, but each time you saw his beautiful golden hair and those god forsaken eyes, and those soft red lips - you could not forget how they had felt on yours - the slick feeling of hunger and lust grew from the pit of your stomach and rose up to your throat.

      You were deep in thought when the door of the classroom swung open and pulled every student’s attention from whatever they had been busying their thoughts with. It was the head of your University, what on earth was she doing here? She searched the class and her eyes landed on you, “Ah, Miss (Y/L/N).”

Trying not to freak out, you hesitantly replied, “Yes, ma’am?”

“Could I borrow a moment of your time after class?”

Wide-eyed, you bobbed your head up and down. “Of course.”

She smiled, then looked at your professor. “Oh, and you as well Doctor Reid, my office.”

      He immediately looked at you, but seemed much less alert than you had. Still, butterflies wove their way through your intestines at your mutual gaze. He broke the eye contact and nodded at the Head Mistress, with that, she left.

      You wanted to communicate with him through telepathy. “Does she know?” Ridiculous, you thought, then cheekily added, “your ass looks good in those pants.” The professor continued with his lecture, you desperately tried to fuse down the blush that had crept up your cheeks and resumed taking notes.

      Not until class was over did you remember the request of the Head Mistress. You didn’t even know where her office was, so you silently followed Doctor Reid. The two of you entered after knocking. She was sitting behind her desk with an eager expression.

“Please, have a seat.”

The two of you lowered onto the leather stools like two naughty school children in a principal’s office. 

“We heard back from the university of your expedition. They said without Y/N, their research project would have been drastically insufficient.”

Professor Reid looked over to you and smiled. “Well I must say, she is one of my best students.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson again. The Head Mistress nodded in approval. “But that’s not why I called this meeting.”

Frozen in your seat, you awaited your fate. Could Spencer hear your heat racing from next to you? Why was he not this nervous?

“I called you in, because I have elected you as your year’s representative to compete against other students across the country in FBI preparation and criminal analogy.”

“Of course,” she continued, “I called Doctor Reid here too as I would like him to be your mentor for the preparation and duration of the program.”

This information was baffling you. “I don’t know what to say, ma’am. I’m, honoured.”

In truth, you were mortified. Hours alone, studying with Professor Reid? You could barely focus in class, but one-on-one? Impossible.

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You were dreading your mentor meetings. The schedule the head mistress had set up for you indicated twice a week, and that was twice too many. Most of them were in the universities library, and some in his classroom. Nervously, you strode through the isles of old books until you found him in the far corner. He looked perfect, like a beam of sunlight, so at home between the rows and piles of books.

“Y/N,” he smiled up at you. It was so easy for him to act normal.

“Hi sir,” you avoided his gaze and sat down.

      Your study session went slowly, and with immense difficulty to concentrate. It was like he was burning you from the other end of the table, unaffected by your presence. Sometimes he would get up and grab a book to show you something, leaning over your shoulder to point out a certain word or image. 

      When it was over, you were so relieved you almost left without saying goodbye. You had started to doubt whether this was going to work at all, until you spoke to your best friend. Her advise was that, if he didn’t let you focus, why should you allow him to focus? You mulled it around for a while, and decided that it was either that, or you’d have to ask for a new mentor. But you knew that would raise question, or worse, hurt his feelings - which you had already done once. 

      From a distance, you could see how utterly childish the idea was, but he had not satisfied your need of him that night back at the hotel. You still craved him, his lips on yours, his hands over your body and him inside of you. You knew some part of him had wanted this too.

So, the next meeting you showed up in the shortest skirt you could find in your closet, and an oversized sweater. What was underneath was a mystery. Professor Reid’s eyebrows climbed his forehead when you entered, he had been reading a book but almost dropped it when he saw your bare legs. A smirk crept up your face, your plan was working.

Sooner or later you knew he would break, or stop you. Of course, he was a profiler, he could see the signs of attraction, nervousness, lust, and whatever else you could possibly feel for him - oblivious to the fact that he had the visible emotional range of a teaspoon. (I hope y’all got that reference) 

“Would you mind fetching the following encyclopaedia for me?” He asked with a layer of honey coating his sexy voice.

You happily obliged and after searching for a while you realised it was on the top most shelf behind him. Perfect. You grabbed a chair and walked over to the section, climbed on top and reached your hand to the book, making sure your skirt hiked up. “This one, sir?” You asked, looking down at him. A low string of swearwords were mumbled from below you. Doctor Reid nodded and quickly looked away from your exposed bottom, occupying himself with tapping his pencil.

Smiling, you seated yourself again and started rolling the back of your pencil between your mouth as he explained something to you. His eyes briefly traveled down to your lips, then back to your eyes. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie with those large, veiny hands of his - your thighs pressed together. He was making you squirm just by existing, literally anything he did turned you on. When he was deep in focus, he pulled his lip between his teeth or raked a hand through his loose curls.

You let him rest for the next twenty minutes, then decided to take things up a notch, test the waters, if you will. You two were sitting side by side, him facing a little toward you, each focused on diagramming statistics from multiple books, when you “accidentally” dropped your pencil between his spread legs. 

“Oops,” you giggled slightly, quickly getting down before he could.

Taking longer than needed to retrieve the fallen pencil and getting down on your hands and knees, you slowly looked up at him from your position. His lips parted slightly, but he didn’t look away. From between his legs you spoke, “I’m so clumsy today,” and batted your lashes with innocence.

“I see that,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up. 

You got back into your seat, he resumed his work. Maybe your plan wasn’t working, he still seemed calm and collected. You sighed, and were ready to call it quits, when you felt a hand on your thigh. 

When you looked over he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were on the book on the table and his other hand was tugging on his collar. His touch was sending tingles straight to your core, and you almost moaned when he started rubbing circles on your inner thigh. Damn it, you thought, he was winning now. You didn’t want him to remove his hand, but you didn’t want him to have the upper hand either. So, you stood up - momentarily earning his gaze on you again - and sat on the edge of the table close to him, your legs dangling against his thigh that was facing you. 

He looked up at you with suspicion. “You aren’t supposed to sit on the tables, you know.”

Your higher ground provided some confidence, you leaned in a little to him and in a whisper voice said, “We aren’t supposed to fuck on them either, how about we break more than one rule today?”

His pupils dilated and he pulled his lip between his teeth again, then abruptly stood up. “My office. Now.” He pulled you behind him as he lead the way.

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By the time you had gotten to Spencer’s office, your nerves had worked themselves up into snakes in your stomach. He was pulling you by your wrist, and slammed the door behind you once you got inside. You were pushed once again by those strong hands against the door, he kissed you. The feeling of his soft mouth on yours sent fireworks off behind your closed eyelids. It was bliss. You wove your hands through his hair, but he suddenly stopped kissing you.

“What makes you think you can talk to me like that, and tease me in a library full of people,” he whispered in a husky voice next to your ear, sending tingles down your back.

You bit your lip, the dominant side had come out again - and this time, you were happy to hand over the role of the upper hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl, but I’m gonna have to punish you for that.” The excitement was building up between your legs at such a fast rate you were afraid it would soak completely through your tiny underwear.

“First” you said, and lowered onto your knees in front of him, “let me try to make it up to you.”

He watched you with his mouth open, and moved his hands to your hair. Smirking, you undid his belt and took him out, he was already hard. You licked up the underside, then swirled your tongue over the tip. This earned a loud moan from the professor, and an even louder one when you took him in completely. He guided the rhythm with his hands in your hair as you bobbed your head along his length, taking in what you couldn’t fit with your hands. You felt him twitch, then he suddenly drew you away and pulled up his pants.

“Enough,” he breathed out heavily, “I still want to fuck you.” His words sent chills down your spine. His hair had fallen into his eyes, his shirt and tie hanging askew - this messy look was your favourite.

You wrapped your hands around his neck as he picked you up and carried you you over to his desk, where he reattached your lips. You weren’t getting enough of him, even though your hands were exploring all the places they’ve been missing, until he grabbed your thigh and pushed his hardness onto your core. Electricity sparked between you two. A moan left your swollen lips, and he took this as a sign to continue rubbing onto you.

“You like feeling me against you?” 

“Ahuh,” your reply came out as a half moan.

He put his mouth next to your ear again, “Wait till you feel what it’s like when I’m inside.”

His lips attacked your neck as he pulled off your sweater, only to discover you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He clicked his tongue, “bad girl.” Shaking his head, he turned you around so you were bent over his desk. A hard hand landed on your behind. Instead of moaning, you inhaled sharply. “That’s it, not too loud.” He approved, and trailed his fingers up between your unclothed thighs.

You felt a little nervous like this, of course you had been fucked before, but never like this. But you wanted, and needed him so badly. “Sir,” you pleaded.

He chuckled, and rubbed you through your underwear, causing you to close your thighs around his hand. In disapproval, he separated your feet again and pulled off your underwear completely. You were left only in your skirt.

“We’ll leave this on,” he huffed, stroking the waistband softly.

The anticipation was too much. He snaked both of his hands around your waist and pulled you closer into a standing position. Now, his lips sloppily kissed into the crook of your neck as his hand moved down your stomach. A gasp left your mouth when his hand reached down there, slowly rubbing your sensitive part. Your body was squirming against his hand, and his free one came up to your throat. 

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed against your cheek.

“I-” you moaned again when his finger started rubbing faster, “-I want you inside of me!”

He smiled, “That’s what I like to hear.”

His fingers left your soaking area, causing you to moan at the loss of contact. You heard him fumbling with his pants again, then felt his bare harness stroke against you, which produced another moan. He bent you over his desk again, and without warning, slammed into you. Adjusting to his size was difficult, but when he gradually started pumping in and out it gave some relief. Your breathing was now coming out as loud sighs every time he dragged back into you, steadying himself by holding your right hip by hand and using the other to hold onto the desk.

“Faster,” you pleaded.

He swore and started pounding harder, in and out. Moans filled the air of his office. The fast rhythm was now building into a climax, you were getting closer with each thrust. You knew by the sounds coming from him that he was close too. “More,” you almost yelled. He obliged and thrusted until you were hitting the desk each time he pound into you. Pressure started to build up in your legs, you were so close. He grunted and continued slamming into you, every thrust feeling harder and deeper than the last. You moaned loudly as you reached your climax, the warmth causing him to reach his own. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out. You shakily sat down, out of breath and satisfied beyond what you had ever imagined possible. 

“That’s my girl,” he cooed and kissed you once again after pulling on his pants.

Professor Reid looked at you with the same intrigue that made you need all this in the first place, and for the rest of the mentoring, this continued.

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A/N: I will be writing more Spencer Reid x reader, please send me requests (I will also write for characters from other shows/movies/books).

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So...

Thanks to @screwpinecaprice for making art of another one my other favorite shipping based of my SC6 character select .

Love your work please follow them...the first two are their drawing..the other is me having fun..

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Dreadlocs and Deep love.

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Love is learning to retwist and care for Locs in secret just in case your partner Loctitian ain't available.

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"Steven?" Connie called as she looked at Steven, lying in their bed, pale face, dried and cracked-lipped. A look of dazed fatigue on his feverish red-cheeked face."Bisky? You ok?" The researcher asked, putting her coat on the hanger before walking up to him.

"Uhh?" Steven groaned, "I think I got something from my trip." He mumbled.

"That's a given," Connie stated, walking over to him and checking his head. "You're burning up." She said, feeling his forehead. "Do you need another blanket?" She asked, moving to get one.

"No, just... stay here." Steven moaned, falling back into the pillow.

"Well, maybe you should take some fluids," Connie said, getting up and going to the bathroom.

"OH! NO!." Steven groaned, "No more drinks!"

Connie arched her eyebrow at the sudden energetic protest.

"Quite the apprehension there, Mister."

"I drank a lot at the last meeting...been feeling off...soon after."

Connie considered, "Drank what?"

"...Something one of the delegates brought from their home planet, it was tasty and reminded me of mango and cream... Said it was a very fermented stout...at least that's what it translated to."

"Oh-ho, no!" Connie giggled as she crawled up next to him, putting his head on her lap.

"Diamond essence didn't wo~oork." Steven complained in Connie's thighs as she brushed his hair with her left hand, "Happy you're wearing shorts..." He muttered as he snuggled into his Heartberry warm flesh.

"Oh, really, and why is that?" Connie teased lovingly.

"I like the feel of your skin on mine, so warm." 

She smiled at Steven's honest yet weak tone as he looped his large limb around Connie's hip line.

"Why didn't the essence work? I thought it was a heal-all?" He muttered.

"Sure, wounds, bruises, disembodied limbs, burned flesh, viruses can even bring back the dead... Given the formula."

"Then why didn't it work on me?"

"Cause you...Mister galactic ambassador of Era 3; aren't sick...You're hung over."

"Hung over, like when you wake up from a night of drinking alcohol?" Steven asked, his fever slowly dropping as he started to feel acquainted with Connie's scent.

"same almost exactly," Connie confirmed,

"But I didn't drink any alcohol?"

"You got drunk on a fermented alien beverage. Good chance it's an equivalent to alcohol."

"You think?" Steven mumbled, getting a bit exhausted.

"Stout...a synonym for beer." 

"Arrgh." He bashfully groaned," I did?"

"You did." 

"It didn't taste like beer?! It was so fruity."

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I am so freaking sorry for this but what the hell is your gender??? I can make assumptions with most users based on their content but I cannot figure out yours for the life in me and I cannot take not knowing any longer, I need to have some image in my head when I read your posts (btw thank you for sharing your thoughts on the amber heard case, I thought I was the only one who saw It that way)

Lmao thanks for scaring the hell out of me, at first I thought someone was going off before I could see the whole ask 😆

So I've never openly stated this before but I'm gender fluid (afab). I don't really care what pronouns people refer to me with as long as there's no use of "it".

That's so funny though bc I've never really thought about how others perceive my gender online. I guess I just assumed I came across as cishet woman. As far as what I actually look like I'm Katniss-ish, long dark brown hair (curly but often straightened/braided), I'm only 5'1 and soaking wet I can weigh 105 lbs. I often have to get shorts/pants from the kids section bc it's incredibly difficult to find anywhere that can make a 00 that actually fits. I'm the lightest shade of tan. Grey eyes. Apparently I'm also racially ambiguous bc I've constantly been asked throughout my life what I am. Though I am part Mexican I was cutoff from that culture bc of my paternal grandfather so identify as white. I do consider myself biracial as I feel that many of my life experiences align with other biracial folks. Ok sorry for the novel, didn't mean for that to happen.

And there's a good chunk of us out there who believe Amber, aside from that, just the legal aspect is totally off base anyway and alot of legal experts have come out and stated so. Just goes to show how deep white cishet male patriarchy still runs 🤷‍♀️ the people I reblog from about the situation are truly a saving grace, it makes you feel insane when so many people can't see what seems so blatantly obvious.

👋🏼 y'all come back now ya hear

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Hiiii! I absolutely love your writing. Could you do an imagine based off of your pregnancy one shot? Since H is incredibly private, would the couple be able to hide her pregnancy from the public and then announce it similar to like Kylie Jenner’s video diary of the whole experience? Thanks!!

A/N: Ok I was OBSESSED with this request, but for some reason I found it very difficult to write, so I’m so sorry if it’s shit. Hope you like it <3

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Is Forever Enough?

From the moment Harry found out he and Y/N were expecting their first child, he knew he wanted to document everything. He had been in the habit of capturing moments throughout their relationship, mainly of big events, but from this moment on, he wanted to capture it all. Little clips of every doctor’s appointment, every craving his wife had, every heartbeat, and every little kick. He wanted video documentation of the life growing inside his wife’s belly and everything that happened during that time. They had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was finally here, he wanted to make sure they would never forget a single second of it. From telling their closest friends and family members, designing the nursery, their tiny baby shower, attended by the select few that were lucky enough to know their secret.

At first, keeping silent was a way to protect themselves in case Y/N’s pregnancy didn’t stick like their fertility doctor had warned them was a possibility. It took them nearly two years to conceive, and the thought of going through a miscarriage in front of millions of watchful eyes was terrifying. But by the time they became aware that they weren’t going to miscarry, they had gone so long without announcing it that there wasn’t a point to do it. Why ruin something that was so well hidden?

The decision not to announce their pregnancy to the public wasn’t a hard decision to make. Harry was private, anyway, and everyone knew that. He was rarely on social media and didn’t talk about his private life to many people, and those who he did talk to were very loyal and trusting. They just wanted to enjoy being pregnant without the prying eyes of strangers and it was fairly easy keeping it under wraps considering how private they were, to begin with.

The timing of Y/N’s pregnancy helped, too. The early part of her pregnancy was during the summer, so they could enjoy tropical holidays together without worrying about being seen because she simply wasn’t showing yet. But, towards the end, it got harder to conceal, like during award season in the fall when an oversized shirt or puffy dress couldn’t conceal the roundness of her bump and plumpness of her cheeks and lips. It was the first award season she hadn’t accompanied Harry to in years and people began to get suspicious.

That’s when the rumors of her possible pregnancy started. Of course, no one could prove anything. But that, along with the lack of sightings of Y/N was enough proof for some. Luckily, nothing more came of it other than whispers. Harry had stopped doing interviews when he first got wind of the rumors, so no one could catch him off guard in uncomfortable positions or having to lie to protect his wife, and he began to focus his attention back on his music, halting his pursuance of on-screen work for the time being until after their baby boy’s arrival. Instead, he was the man behind the camera.

For the most part.

There were times when certain family members or friends would pick up their camera and film some things for them, capturing little intimate moments of the parents-to-be. They even enlisted the help of Harry’s on-tour photographer, Helene Pambrun, to help film the birth of their baby. Though she focused mainly on photography, her knowledge of videography and style of filming fit exactly with what the couple wanted, and Helene was all too honored to be a part of the day.

And although the birth of their child was, albeit, a bit traumatic, they couldn’t have asked for a sweeter baby boy. Born on a frigid Friday evening on March eighteenth after twenty hours of active labor and an onslaught of chaos, Paxton Robin Styles was born, tiny, healthy, and beautiful, surrounded by family that already loved him so dearly.

The hospital staff was wonderful in keeping their attendance private, no one having a clue that they were even there. No news articles or whispers were heard of their newest addition to which they were grateful to be allowed to enjoy their first week home, getting acclimated to being new parents. They had fallen in love with him.

“Y/N!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing into the nursery on a Monday afternoon as his wife fed their son, his phone in hand, and a bright smile on his face.

Y/N looked up, surprised and slightly offended, “Don’t ever call me by my name again,” she joked, stroking their son’s cheek.

Harry laughed, “Sorry, love. But, look! It’s here!”

He held his phone in front of her face, playing the edited version of their pregnancy and birth journey in video form one of Harry’s editor friends kindly put together for them after the birth of their son. The five minute and fifty-one-second video filled with shortened clips of the last nearly ten months of their lives in becoming first-time parents. They watched it together, occasionally glancing down at their baby that had fallen asleep while eating in Y/N’s arms, in awe that this was their life.

Tears were streaming down both of their faces, and Y/N giggled, wiping her husband’s cheek with her free hand. He was an emotional being, she knew that, but she had no idea what the effect of fatherhood would be on her Harry. She couldn’t have picked a better partner to raise a child with.

“I think we should post it,” Harry said, causing Y/N’s eyes to go wide.

“Post it? Like...social media?”

Harry nodded, “Well, we can’t keep him a secret forever. People are already starting to talk. I’d rather announce it on our own terms than on someone else’s. We can still stay as private as possible, I’ve already talked to Jeffrey and my publicist about it. I just...he makes me so proud and I feel like I need to show people that.”

Y/N smiles sweetly at her husband, taking his hand that rested on the arm to the nursing chair and pulling it up to her lips, kissing it gently. “Okay. We can post it.”

Later that evening, the internet was in an uproar and their phones were blowing up like crazy, for on both of their Instagrams they posted a grey-scale picture of a name tag sticker that read “Hello, I’m: P”, captioned ‘link in bio’, where they were directed to a youtube link posted under Harry’s account.

As soon as the video began, Harry’s soft voice was heard, singing his version of ‘Lullaby’ by the Dixie Chicks in the background as unseen footage of their wedding a few years prior had fizzled into view, video of their first dance as husband and wife played while the tail end of a speech made by Harry’s mom, Anne, was heard over everything else.

“We are so incredibly grateful to have Y/N now an official part of our family and I wish you both years of love, health, and happiness….and giving me tons and tons of grandchildren,” earning laughter from the attendees, “I love you both to pieces. Congratulations.”

The video slowly changed to little snippets. Y/N running towards the beach, holding her hat tight on her head with one hand while the other was holding onto Harry’s hand that was at the bottom of the screen as the breeze whipped at Y/N’s hair and sarong, cut to a clip of the camera propped on the beach overlooking the two of them sitting in the sand, looking out into the ocean, Y/N’s head falling on Harry’s shoulder and him kissing the top of her head as the sun set.

Next was a scene during one of Harry’s tour where someone filmed Y/N at the front of the stage in a VIP area beside a few of their friends, dancing and singing along with Harry who stood in front of her, smiling and singing at her.

The next images were upsetting. When they first started trying, they recorded videos of themselves awaiting the results of their tests, hoping to capture the moment they found out on film. One after another, the video showed negative test upon negative test, wanting to document the struggle they faced in fertility, one of the main reasons they decided to post this video. If it helped just one person who struggled with infertility and gave them a bit of hope, they needed to show it.

They showed clips of Harry holding an emotional Y/N in his arms, her eyes filled with tears and a quivering lip as he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. Until the next clip showed. A shaky still of a screen that read ‘Pregnant’ that panned up to show a reflection of Harry and his wife in the mirror, Y/N pulling the test up to her face with a smile while Harry looked down at his wife in pride, softly touching her flat belly.

Clips of an ultrasound showed, Y/N stomach looking more bloated than anything as the doctor slid the wand around on her belly, Harry filming while squeezing his wife’s hand. His voice could barely be heard over the music of the video as he cooed, “Is that it, right there? So little…”

They included a few announcements they made to family members. How they told Anne while on an end of summer family vacation with a little jewelry box that opened up to two little birds and an egg in a birds nest with a note that said ‘A little birdy told me you are going to be a Nana.’ making Anne burst into tears, hugging them. And when they told Y/N’s best friend by giving her an orange and saying, “That’s how big our baby is right now,” which caused confusion before the screaming.

Y/N had filmed mirror clips of her growing belly in the floor-length mirror that stood in the corner of their room and had gotten clips of Harry laying beside her bump, his hands rubbing her stomach, clasped on either side as he sang, or talked, or read stories.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he could be heard saying before kissing the top of her bump, looking up and past the camera to his wife, smiling lovingly.

There were images of Christmas, Gemma having caught an intimate moment between the two of them, Y/N sat in between Harry’s legs on the floor, mugs of hot chocolate in her hands and still in their Christmas Pajamas, Harry’s cheek pressed against hers as he held up a blue Gucci baby suit in front of them, smiling and gushing about how small it was.

The couple’s silhouette could be seen in the dark light sky as they stood in the middle of the field, illuminated by the New Years’ fireworks that went off in the distance, Y/N’s belly pressed against Harry’s stomach as they kissed intimately amongst their friends.

A small baby shower inside one of their London country homes was next, littered with a few familiar faces along with some that were likely family members. Harry still sang in the background as the two of them opened gifts, smiling and laughing with each other, genuine happiness and love could be seen on everyone’s faces and a few people popped onto the screen to say a few words for the unborn baby.

“You have wonderful parents,” Y/N’s parents grinned, her mom getting teary-eyed. “I can’t wait to see the person you become.”

Anne’s bright, shining smile was next, “You’re going to do amazing things. You are so loved.”

“Hi, my sweet nephew! It’s Auntie Gemma,” she grinned, waving at the camera, “I can’t wait to meet you and snuggle you! I hope you grow up to be just as kind and loving as your parents. We are so lucky to have you in our lives.”

Harry and Y/N were seen in the background, Y/N eating a slice of cake while Harry casually kissed her cheek before stealing a bite of her food, earning a smile from his pregnant wife

Video panned over their newly renovated nursery, mostly designed to be gender-neutral with little hints of outer space; moon lights, a solar system mobile hanging above the cot, with a star blanket draped over the nursing chair. Harry moved the camera to Y/N who was hanging some onesies in the nursery closet, smiling and waving at the camera.

Next, they were laying in bed. It was dark and, but a glow from a nightstand shone and Y/N’s belly was visible, round and very pregnant, a few freckles near her navel, and the faintest linea nigra could be seen running from her belly button down towards the bottom of her belly. Their voices were barely audible over the music still sung by Harry. A little ripple on her belly cast from left to right and then her belly distorted a little as their baby boy kicked and pressed against the center of her bump, making the couple laugh and Harry’s hand appeared, softly rubbing where his son’s foot would be.

It changed. They were in a hospital now, Y/N in a grey and white spotted hospital gown. The camera was propped on a table filming Y/N  who sat on the edge of her bed, moving her hips from side to side as she breathed heavily, moaning, while Harry kneeled on the floor in front of her, his hands on her hips and squeezing to relieve some pressure. They were talking to each other, concern, and empathy clear on Harry’s face.

In the next clip, Y/N was laying back in her hospital bed, sucking on gas and air. Harry was filming this time, and his Anne could be seen this time, sitting on Y/N’s other side holding her daughter-in-law’s free hand. Y/N put the gas and air down, gave a thumbs-up, and smiled, “We’re having a baby today!” as her mother-in-law smiled brightly.

The footage faded to black before it flashed to Y/N looking at someone just out of view as the disembodied voice said, “Whenever you feel the urge to push, let us know. You’ll be meeting your son soon.”

It faded to black again, Harry’s singing more evident in these moments, louder, as the footage flashed back into focus. The camera was, once again, being propped up on a table. At Y/N’s head on either side stood Anne who was still holding her daughter-in-law’s hand, while Harry stood, back to the camera, mostly blocking the view of his wife as one hand stroked her hair and the other held her hand. The doctors could be heard saying, “Deep breath” before Y/N took a deep breath in, bringing her legs to her chest with the help of a few nurses that could hardly be seen, bearing down and pushing as the nurses counted and Harry said, “Great job, love. Keep going. You’re so strong.”

The screen went black. A doctor’s voice was heard saying, “One more big push.” Y/N could be heard taking a deep breath, and a little exasperated yelp before gasping from both Harry and Anne followed by the beautiful, gurgling cry of their baby. Harry’s sweet singing voice in the background of the video got louder and finally, the video came back into view of a little name card on the bassinet that read:

Name: P, Styles.

DOB: March 18th

Weight: 6 lbs 12 oz

Height: 20 inches

Time: 8:39 PM

The camera panned down to the top of a blue baby cap with a white embroidered ‘P’ in the center, moving as their son wiggled in his bassinet, the hushed reassuring whispers of his parents heard just behind the camera as little lip-smacking and coos could be heard from the baby.

The screen went blank as the song started to end and white words appeared on the screen.

“Welcome to the world, Baby P. We love you to the ends of the earth.

Love,

Mummy and Daddy”

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Haikyuu Boys As Songs ||

oikawa, suna, tendou

cw: FUCKBOY OIKAWA AND SUNA, swearing, mention of sex, drugs, etc, the good stuff, also sort of angsty for some pieces

a/n: I’ve seen lot’s of people do this so I figured it was sort of a trend, seemed really fun so I wanted to hop on board- if you know who did it first please pm me so I can credit and tag them <3 oh yeah! I finally finished working on my masterlist- please check it out if you like <3

this is all non-canon, and I ABSOLUTELY do not actually think actual oikawa, suna, and tendou do some these things/believe some of these things, just fun and gives me their overall vibes, I’m just writing a story with it lmao- I really should have titled this “fuckboy oikawa and Suna ft. baby Tendou” because DAMNN lol- NOT PROOF READ this is more of a f! reader type of thing but I could always do a male, non-binary, gender fluid, etc. reader with no problem if requested!

OIKAWA- (fuckboy- /hj)

Don’t Tell Em- Jeremih

my reasoning for this is the fact that oikawa’s ex girlfriend was only ever mentioned once, and just by his nephew (when they had just broken up)

there could have been conversations off screen/panel or something- but I have a really big hunch oikawa just barely talked/interacted with her in public

MAYBE people knew he had a girlfriend (although obviously by the sheer amount of people in his fan base they don’t care)

or MAYBE he kept her a secret- reasoning with himself that it was to “protect their image” and that’s why he said he didn’t know what he did wrong

ANYWAYS HEADCANON OIKAWA FUCKBOY STARTS HERE- will probably make this into a full fic

would probably want to keep your relationship a secret for 2 reasons

1) his fanbase and image

2) he’s not looking for anything other than someone he can go to when he’s “bored” iykyk

type who will promise you things and try and convince you to not leave him because it’s “what’s the best” for you two

“Why would you? Just keep the rythym” would be him asking why your relationship even has to be public in the first place- when he thinks you guys are perfectly ok how you are right now

The Hills- The Weeknd

do I even have to say anything

oikawa may use you as a crutch to fall back on when he’s so broken from volleyball

“When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me”

He keeps this image of the most ideal guy in front of almost everyone every day, he must get tired

he knows you know he doesn’t actually want you-

that’s why he doesn’t feel bad when he breaks your heart

he never promised you anything

“I only love it when you touch me, not feel me”

self explanatory- sex not feelings please

I Was All Over Her- Salvia Palth

lyric by lyric LETS GO!

“We didn’t make out, or do anything. I just remembered, I was lonely.”

Oikawa gets all over people- not sexually or romantically, but in a way to distract himself from the fact that they may not like him for who he truly is

he’s lonely

“It’s not a problem”

it doesn’t bother him- he’s so used to the perfect setter boy image, he refuses to show the same part of him that is actually breaking

“Every stranger makes me feel safer, and every person seems more beautiful”

Iwa mentioned Oikawa rarely ever smiles with actual joy behind it

The strangers (fanbase) around him make him smile all the time, not because he’s happy, but because it won’t hurt to disappoint the people he doesn’t try and know

He doesn’t want to care what you think

SUNA- (fuckboy- /hj)

Swang- Rae Sremmurd

sis stop it right now he’s going to make you cry

There’s not some deep hidden meaning behind it, he just doesn’t seem like the person to care if you hate him or not

Canonly more expressive with his thoughts-

I quote “wishing he could find a reason to poke fun at Kita or make snarky remarks against Tsukishima and Tanaka.”

so when he has the chance to make fun of you- COUNT HIM IN

secretly thinks you hang out with all of them because you want to get in all their pants

“she want the whole crew, shawty brave”

Fast- Sueco The Child

again- he thinks you’re dumb girl that just wants his dick and his clout

(Ik damn well he uses the word clout)

he doesn’t think his personally is all that special (nor does he care) so you’re obviously just wanting to fuck around

THOT!- Tokyo’s Revenge

“You’ll probably fuck the team if someone slide you a lil’ bean hoe.

BYEEEE BAHAHA WONT EVEN EXPLAIN

“She gon' suck the skin off the dick, love me not”

He’ll keep you around in case he wants to fwy a little BAHA-

TENDOU-

Faucet Failure-Ski Mask The Slump God

Take a listen and tell me it isn’t Tendou

it’s because it’s not- ITS THE FACT HE WOULD BE YELLING OUT THE SONG IN THE HALLWAYS BYE-

chaotic energy that is perfect for him

watch him just point at himself during a game and belt out “WHO’S THIS HE SHOULD BE IN COCKPIT”

Walking On A Dream- Empire of The Sun

He cares about Ushi so much- they’re complete opposites and yet fit eachother so well

Tendou understands Ushijima’s stoicness, just like Ushi understands Tendou’s “oddness”

He’s odd. He knows that- and has come to love it (as he should)

“Don't stop, just keep going on. I'm your shoulder, lean upon”

*Timeskip Spoiler* they still keep in touch all the time 🥺 Tendou is so proud to be able to watch him on TV and say “that’s my best friend”

So when Ushi needed someone to talk to, he was there

The song itself is about the writers strong friendship with his bandmate-

And just like that, it’s perfect in describing Tendou and Ushi

Tendou appreciates him so much, he has filled a huge, special, and emotional role in his life

“Two people become one.”

Peaches- Milk and Bone

“Don’t give a fuck about what they say, I turn around and ask ‘Hey is my hair okay?’”

No matter how much we work on our confidence, there will be moments where we all slip and get a feeling of insecurity again.

It’s perfectly normal. Don’t beat yourself over it.

“We paint our faces like you've never seen- Yeah I know, it's not even Halloween”

I find this representing of the fact that Tendou does not care if people see him as creepy or a monster anymore

You’ve never seen someone like him before

It’s fun, it’s crazy, it’s like you’re going 80 mph and hit a speed bump

It’s perfectly Tendou

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Stuck in his ways, chapter 3

Chapter summary:  Y/N hit her head, will everything be okay? Obito struggles.

Words: 1.4k

AO3

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Shit, shit, shit! She hit her head, why did she pass out of nowhere? 

Obito knew he was not cut for babysitting jobs, but he would not have imagined that he would end up fucking it up so bad. Yeah, he was trying to get rid of the girl so that he could go back to his usual missions, but he had not planned anything like this. 

Ok, she still has a pulse at least, but her breathing is too slow. Classic case of chakra exhaustion. But did she even use that many jutsu? He only saw that one chakra punch, nothing else, not even a single clone or substitution jutsu. How can she be already exhausted? 

He tries his best to infuse his chakra into her, even if his medical jutsu is mediocre at best, he only recalls the basics that Ri-she taught him. 

Y/N looks peaceful, but this situation still sends chills up on Obito’s spine. He was supposed to take care of this girl, but he failed her, he failed someone again. Yet again, someone dies in his arms and this time he is actively guilty for it. Images of the rivers of blood of that night flash through his mind. 

His sharingan records Y/N’s face while she sleeps without his knowledge due to the immense stress this is causing him. He hyperventilates, he gets desperate and he struggles to calm back down. This is different from when a partner gets hurt in his usual missions: this is his fault. Why did he have to test her like that?  

As a shinobi he should be used to death surrounding him, it is the way of this world. A world that he promised to change when he saw his friend die, a world that he vowed to bring peace to when he, Kakashi and Minato killed Madara and Zetsu. And that was a promise he seeks to achieve by becoming the next Hokage… but what kind of Hokage fails to save his friends and subordinates? 

After doing what he can to stabilize Y/N, he picks her up on his lap. He is afraid of carrying her back to the village, since moving her body too much could cause a broken bone to perforate nearby organs and such. 

As a ninja, he knows he has to finish this mission, but as a person, he feels that something tells him to take care of this girl. Of course, she is rude, proud, bratty and inconsequential, he has only spent three hours beside her and both cannot stand each other, but he just feels… no… anyway, he just needs to make sure she does not get herself killed… if she even wakes up after this. 

Looking at the top of the trees, he sees a lonely bird flying aimlessly from branch to branch, no partner in sight. He closes his eye in anger. 

“Fuck… how long have I been out for?”

Glancing down Obito sees that Y/N has regained conscience and is even moving around a little bit. She seems confused by the close proximity between them, looking back and forward to his arm holding her and his face. 

Flustered and suddenly very self-conscious, Obito places her back on the ground, distancing his gaze from hers, embarrassed from having been so visibly worried. 

“For a couple of minutes. You hit your head though, so we have to make sure you don’t fall asleep again”

“Well, I’m a grown up gal, I can take care of myself, besides, you seem too worried for someone who was just dropkicking me minutes after we met” 

“Don’t give yourself too much credit; I’m just doing good on my mission. Are you feeling any pain?”

“Nope, good as new. I’m heading to my apartment, see ya crepp”

With this Y/N tries to get up, only to unbalance herself and fall back on her butt on the ground. Obito makes a show of rolling his only eye as visibly as possible in annoyance. He gets up himself and extends his hand to her to help her get up.

 Did I throw stones at some temple in another life to deserve this?

As if trying to check for people around, Y/N takes her time before accepting the Uchiha’s help. With a grunt, she is up, but she shows no capability of being able to sustain her own weight, so Obito puts her arm over his shoulders for balance.  

“Hold on tight”

 ~”~  

 If having to walk around the village with dirt all over her face, body and hair wasn’t enough, Y/N just had to be paraded around draped onto some dude. He did smell nice, even after that earlier scuffle they had. Yes, the scuffle! How could she forget? She caught the bells all right, but she passed out right after. He is certainly taking her to pack her things and kick her out of the leaf. 

“Are you… Am I getting kicked out?”

“What? No, I have no power to do that”

She almost falls on her back again as she begins to violently gesture at the Uchiha. Of course he was bluffing, why wouldn’t him? 

“You fucker! I knew it!”

“Calm down princess, we’ll talk after you get out of the hospital, stop making a fool out of yourself in the middle of the street, right?”

“Hospital? No fucking way sir! I want to go back to my apartment, and make a plan on how to torture you until the end of time-”

“Sure, sure, like you could actually make my life even worse” He says as he lets out a dry laugh

Y/N actually knows that she should go check that head injury, but it’s not like she would ever admit that to the Uchiha, so she just lets him guide her to the village hospital. Arriving there, Obito leaves her with the nurses that from beyond that point put her through a gigantic set of exams. 

If the tons of prodding in the process of joining the village weren’t enough, she now goes through the night taking CAT-scans and having sensors stuck in her head with some nasty jelly in them. She will never forgive Obito for this whole situation. Yeah, she should not have gone through with techniques she knew would be too extreme, but she just had to show to him what she was made of, after all, no one has the right to talk to her like that. 

As she ponders about her mean mentor, the nurse comes back with some bad news: she might have a concussion, so she must not sleep for 24 hours at least, just to make sure it doesn’t evolve into a coma or something of sorts. 

This is, again, all Obito’s fault.

Yeah, he���ll pay, for sure. But how?

Instantly, a small light turns on over her head. Staying up for that long would for sure be a challenge all by herself; she doesn’t even have her tv installed yet, for fucks sake. She should find herself a companion for the next hours, someone that can entertain her. What’s more entertaining than torturing an asshole? 

It must be at least three in the morning when Y/N reaches the Uchiha district. She has searched over ten house’s windows at this point, but no Mr. Creep in sight, that is, until she reaches her final destination. It’s a small but charming wooden house, clearly very old in age but very well taken care of. As she looks into a small window at the back she sees a man with his back turned and the infamous eyepatch bandana sitting over the bedside table. 

That’s it!

After carefully checking, she sees that the man lives alone. Good, he’s single. Wait, why is that good? To see that I’m not intruding some poor family’s house, sure! That’s all, ok? Anyway, Y/N opens the window slowly and climbs into the room, which is surprisingly tidy and clean. 

Obito sleeps soundly in the bed in the middle of the room, with his belly facing down and sprawled all over the numerous sheets that cover him. Quickly heading to the kitchen, Y/N grabs a saucer and a big spoon, banging both of them against each other as she waltz into the room again.

“Wake the fuck up, Obito Uchiha!” she screams as she bangs the pan and laughs hysterically. 

Her joy is cut short when she stumbles upon the following scenario: Obito jumps up from his bed, standing confused with sleeping wrinkles all over his left side and wearing only boxers.

“Huh…”