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mochie85 · 1 year ago

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Blue Christmas

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Summary: You ask Loki to give you something special for Christmas. A/N: This is a Secret Santa gift for @divine-knight-hand. I wanted to give you everything you requested, my love, but I already wrote something similar a while ago. For the sake of not sounding repetitive, I altered your request just a little bit. I hope you still like it. However, please check out the other story because it checks off all your points! And is Christmas-themed! Mayari: If You Let Me. Also, sorry for the cringy title. I couldn't think of anything else. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Explicit. Smut. P in V. Jotunn Loki (yes, cuz he's a whole warning!)

You crossed your legs as the last rays of the sun were trickling down on your body. Your book was discarded on the ground as the condensation from your Pina Colada dripped down onto the side table.

Loki had surprised you and whisked you away to the Fiji Islands for Christmas— no more crowded New York streets. No more dirty ice falling onto you from the splash of an oncoming taxicab. And certainly, no more missions and assignments till the New Year.

It had been an exhaustive nineteen-hour flight. Especially since he didn’t tell you anything he was planning. When you came home to your room earlier that day, you were greeted by Loki with two suitcases on either side of him.

“Merry Yuletide, Darling,” he said as he rolled your luggage over to you and kissed you on your lips in greeting.

“Loki- what?”

“No time to explain, we need to leave now in order to catch our flight,” he said ushering you out the door by patting you on the bum. You jumped up with giddiness, planting a lipstick-stained kiss on his cheek. He was always surprising you with little trinkets and excursions.

“Thank you, sir,” you said in a deep voice.

“Ooh, you dangerous nymph. Go on. I need my wits about me till we get on the plane. I can’t have you distracting me.”

“Then, after?” you asked luring him to a sinful promise.

“After,” he promised in the same breathy tone.

That was two days ago. Loki had kept his promise, and then some- inducting you both into the mile-high club several times over.

Now, here you were in a private villa surrounded by an infinity pool that stretched towards the Pacific, watching your godly boyfriend come out of the water. He ran his hands through his hair, combing the droplets from his tresses. Beads fell down the defined lines of his muscles causing you to heat up in the already balmy weather.

The sight of Loki, wet and in nothing but short swim trunks, was enough to make you convulse. You were sure that if Michelangelo had a model for David, it would’ve been Loki. And knowing Loki, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was him.

He came up to you, lounging on your chair, and shook his wet hair in front of you to tease you. “St-stop!” you laughed as you playfully pushed him before you got completely wet.

“Awe, come on, Darling. I thought you liked me wet?” he charmed as he sat next to you and leaned in for a kiss.

“I have to admit, it is kind of refreshing.” You said as your hands guided themselves around his slick body. “It’s so hot here. I might need something to cool me down,” you tempted.

There was a flash of understanding in his face. Nights of hedonistic pleasure and anticipation of his moods taught you how to read him. If you weren’t so attuned to him- so zealously infatuated with him and his praise over you, you would have missed it. But you didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just-” he paused for a second, trying to find the right words. “There was a reason why I chose Fiji.”

“You mean, the beautiful waters and sandy beaches weren’t enough of a reason?” you joked.

“It’s in the southern hemisphere. Which means that it’s summer here whilst still cold and winter back home.”

“Why would the season be an issue?”

“Contingency.”

“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.

“It was about what you wanted for Christmas,” he answered slowly. Confusion still clouding your memory. Little bits and pieces of a long-forgotten conversation nipped at your mind as you tried to piece together what you had asked him to give you.

As if to remind you, Loki raised his hand and cupped your face. As he did so, his fingers turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was fair, yet sharp. It reminded you of the color of blue thistles on a cold afternoon.

As he touched your cheek, a shiver ran down your skin making you shudder for the first time since you arrived. Realization struck you as you remembered the conversation you two had a month ago.

“I think I know what I want for Christmas,” you lured him in. “And what is that, my Darling?” Loki said absentmindedly while looking through his mission briefing. “You." “You already have me,” he scoffed, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I meant…all of you…the other you…” you trailed silently. Loki looked at you bewildered. There were many nights he had dreamt of taking you in his other form, wondering how you would react to him. He’s postponed showing you this long because he was afraid of his feral nature. He would be at the mercy of his urges and base needs. Loki wasn’t quite sure how to ease you into that new situation. Would he be too much for you? Knowing your adventurous spirit, you wouldn’t mind having his beastly side take you. “Why, you little nymph. Now, why would you want to see that side of me, hmm?”

Excitement bubbled up inside you. “Loki, I-” you started, but he quickly put a finger to your lips to quiet you.

“I want this, Darling. And I want it with you. So, if at any point in time, you want to stop, you know our safe word.” You nodded your head enthusiastically and Loki chuckled. “But I should let you know, that…there was a reason why I’ve waited this long to show you. I become somewhat different when I change. Jotunns, in their very nature, are severe. Harsher. They have to be, to live in the climate they do, and survive.”

You sat there, fervently hanging onto every word Loki was saying. “We relied upon each other for strength, for warmth, basic needs…” Loki trailed off, tracing your lower lip with his cold finger. “You can imagine the creativity we had in finding ways to keep our blood warm and stave off the frigid climate.” You nodded solemnly at his words as if they were gospel.

“If we do this, I need you to be in control. Do you understand me, Darling?” he asked, inching closer to you. You felt a shiver run down your body. You focused on his eyes as his lips weaved a spell for you to follow. “I won’t know how much is too much. How rough is too rough.”

Loki grabbed your hips and sat you on his lap. The sudden move made you yelp into his arms. “Sorry, my dear. You see, I’m already too excited. My body is reacting to you.” He ran his nose up and down your neck. His cold hands encircled your back, caging you on top of him. “I’ve wanted to take you like this for so long.” His hands entwined themselves with your hair and pulled as his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You held on tightly, with your legs wrapped around his waist, as Loki stood up and walked both of you to the edge of your bed. When he broke the kiss, you heard him moan before he continued to suck a bruise onto your neck.

You felt his body change. The hairs atop your skin began to stand as the temperature began to drop. The once-sweltering heat that prickled your skin was replaced by the cool tingles of his touch. It surrounded you and enveloped you in a cold caress. You finally understood the need for a warmer climate. With a slight force, he released you from him, falling onto the soft mattress below.

That was when you had your first glimpse of his true self. The beautiful shade of blue you had seen earlier spread throughout his body. His form was somehow sharper, more jagged. Yet still soft and giving. He had markings defined by fine lines and grooves. They traced over his muscles and sinew, highlighting the best parts of himself. You followed them with your eyes as it led your stare down to his protruding cock. Your jaw went slack as you noticed how hard he was for you already.

Loki watched you appraise him. Your wanton eyes grew darker, and your breathing got quicker. His senses picked up every reaction that your body was going through. He was prepared to confront your fear or disgust, but he couldn’t see that in your face. Instead, he saw hunger and need. He could smell your desire growing for him and it made him feral. He wrapped his hands around his shaft, stroking himself to the sight of you, ready and waiting on his bed.

Loki felt ravenous as he knelt over you on top of the sheets. He spread your legs apart, seating himself in between the warmth of your thighs. His heavy cock resting atop your wet cunt. His hands eagerly tore up your swimsuit as they explored and venerated your body. His lip’s sole mission was to mark bruises where his hands had trailed, following the chill of his touch.

“…Loki…”

“Shh, Darling. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to,” he winked as he nipped the underside of your breast. Too many emotions. Too many thoughts. They were swirling at the forefront of his mind wanting to be said. His desire for you was overwhelming him.

In this form, he felt more primal. His emotions were stronger and almost frightening, but all he felt was fire. Everywhere. An all-consuming heat that wouldn’t dissipate until he had claimed you. His need for you was never as aggressive as it was right now. If he wasn’t careful, he knew he could easily hurt you. He needed you to be in control.

“Don’t stop,” you begged him.

“And what would you have me do my Darling?” he breathed onto your skin. “Tell me, and I will comply.” Loki was giving you the green light. The authority to take over because he wasn’t sure if he could be gentle enough not to harm you.

Oh, but the fire. The fire inside him wouldn’t relent. “Shall I force my cock down your throat till you gag for me to stop?” he suggested with a grin. You bit your lip and moaned as the image took hold in your mind. You moved your hips involuntarily, rubbing against his hefty shaft.

“Maybe I’ll edge you for the rest of our stay. Keep you here tied to our bed, my little slave, until I’ve properly bred you.” Loki seized your lips and held you down on the bed. His cold hands capture your wrist in an icy grip.

“S’cold,” you gritted.

“You can take it. You don’t mind a little bit of frostbite. Don’t you, my love?” He ground his hips as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving teeth marks in their wake. You felt his hard cock rub against your sensitive nub. It elicited the most erotic noise from your lips. Loki fought to keep his composure. With every moan you made, it got harder and harder for him to control his urges.

“I thought this was supposed to be my Christmas present,” you sighed, regaining some form of authority and clarity. You intertwined your fingers with his and signaled him to turn over with your hip. You pushed his shoulders down onto the bed as you straddled his waist.

Loki looked up at you in all your glory. Your beautiful face shining down with love and adoration was enough to heal the worry and anxiety he was feeling. “I want to admire my present,” you pouted as your eyes took all of him in.

His mischievous smile broke through as he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. “As you wish,” he hissed as the corded muscles in his biceps swelled.

You traced his beautiful blue markings down from his arms to his pecs. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered absent-mindedly, getting lost in the exploration of his body. Loki blushed at your words. He had never heard that word describe his Jotunn form before and it ignited a warm glow inside of him. Different than the fire, but still heated.

You leaned over him as your study led you to his neck and handsome face. You traced his dark lips as he opened them. His bright ruby eyes concentrated on you. “I love my present,” you whispered before you gently kissed him. “Thank you.”

Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue invading yours, as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His cold touch left a trail of goosebumps as he squeezed and grabbed your ass. He raised you slightly with one hand. And with the other, he guided himself into your entrance. The slick of your arousal coating the tip of his hard cock. “Are you ready for me?” he grunted. You nodded your head, keeping your lips on his, not wanting to break contact.

He thrust deep into your body. His heels held on against the mattress of the bed. He held your hips stable as he continued to drive upwards slowly- savoring how snug you were around him. Every pull of your tight pussy made him moan your name. “…yes…” he whined.

You sat up, holding onto his shoulders for support. “I need you, Loki,” you pleaded. Your nails dug into his dark skin as your hips took over his strokes. “…deeper…faster…”

“Take me then, Darling. Use me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted to do this for you. To be good for you. With each push of your hips, he unraveled each time. Crowning to a tight knot in his abdomen.

You waited patiently for him to open his eyes and see the love and pride you had for him. When he did, you were met with an intense sparkle of carmine. Desire and vulnerability shone through, swirling in his gaze. His brows furrowed with pleasure as he bit his lip. “…oh, fuck…” he cried.

You moved faster. Your swollen clit rubbed against his dark curls adding to the already heightened pleasure you were building. You took his hands from your hips and guided them up your body. You placed them over your bouncing tits and he squeezed- rubbing your hardened nipple with his thumb.

“That’s my good little whore,” he gasped. “You like it rough don’t you?” You squeezed tighter around him in answer and Loki couldn’t stop the wolfish grin on his face.

He swallowed thickly watching you enjoy his touch. “Loki” you screamed. The only indication that you had reached your climax and was about to topple over. You trembled over his body screaming his name over and over as you came down from your bliss.

“Don’t stop, Darling.” He pushed harder into you. “Ride me,” he commanded. Loki watched as you clenched around his hard cock- disappearing into your wet folds. The sight was enough to make him tremble.

God, he was so much bigger in this form. You had to push hard to meet the hilt of his shaft. You raised your hips and dipped back down eliciting the deepest groan fleeing his lips. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ good girl.” His head tilted back and the desire to claim you came back. He had to take you faster. Harder.

He dug his heels back into the mattress and slammed his hips upwards. The gasping air leaving your lungs, the wicked moans filling his ears. All of it coerced him to cum inside you- finally releasing his pent-up yearning. Loki couldn’t stop the moans or praises leaving his lips. Your name peppered in with teasing curses and praises. “You always know how to make me feel good, don’t you, pet?” he prized as he took a deep breath to steady his exhaustion.

“Mmm, yes sir.” You kissed him ardently, taking his breath away from his already spent lungs. You trailed your kisses down to his neck and onto his panting chest. Each kiss made your lips tingle and chilly.

“We should probably get ready for dinner. What say you, my love?”

“Hmm? Maybe in a while…I’m not done playing with my Christmas gift yet.” You responded as your lips traveled further down towards his already hardening cock.

Loki smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your warm tongue on his cool skin. “In a while,” he repeated. “Fuck…in a while.”

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amirasainz · 7 months ago

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Could you please do leclerc brothers x reader, the whole family plus the girlfriends go on holidays, the brothers so excited to spend with their precious little sister but so are the girlfriends cause they adore her and the brothers and girlfriends fight over reader cause the brothers feel like the girls are taking there sister away from them?

Of course, my love. I hope you like it😘😘

Enjoy reading and send me some requests!!!

-xoxo

Leclerc summer

The Mediterranean sun shone brightly over the azure waters, casting a golden glow on the white sandy beaches of Mallorca. The Leclerc family had rented a luxurious villa overlooking the sea, a perfect getaway for everyone to unwind and spend quality time together. Charles, Lorenzo, and Arthur were particularly excited for this trip, eager to spend time with their precious little sister, Y/N. Despite their hectic schedules, they cherished every moment they could steal away for family time.

“Can you believe how beautiful this place is?” Y/N sighed as she leaned on the balcony railing, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She turned to her brothers, who stood beside her, all wearing matching grins.

“It’s amazing, but what’s even better is that we get to spend time with you,” Charles said, nudging her playfully.

Arthur, who was standing on her other side, nodded. “Yeah, it’s been way too long since we’ve all hung out like this.”

Lorenzo wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “And this time, we’re not letting anyone steal you away,” he said, half-joking, but with a hint of possessiveness that only an older brother could have.

As if on cue, the girlfriends—Charlotte, Alex, and Carla—appeared from inside the villa, each holding cocktails and looking as glamorous as ever. Charlotte was the first to spot Y/N and immediately rushed over.

“Y/N! Come see this, we’re planning a girls' spa day!” Charlotte exclaimed, pulling Y/N into a hug.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That sounds amazing!”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “A spa day? You can do that anytime. We have plans with Y/N.”

Charlotte pouted playfully. “Oh come on, Lorenzo. We never get to spend time with her either. Right, girls?”

Alex nodded enthusiastically, her arm draped around YN’s shoulders. “We’ve been planning this for ages. Y/N deserves some pampering.”

Arthur crossed his arms, a small frown forming on his face. “Pampering? She’s pampered enough at home. We were going to take her jet skiing today.”

“But we’ll have her back by then,” Carla said, smiling sweetly. “Right, Y/N?”

Y/N looked between her brothers and the girls, feeling caught in the middle but amused by the whole situation. “I mean, I could do both, right?”

Charles was not ready to back down so easily. “We didn’t come all the way here to lose you to a spa.”

Charlotte playfully rolled her eyes. “Charles, you’re acting like we’re taking her to another planet.”

Arthur leaned in closer to Y/N, whispering dramatically, “They’re trying to take you away from us.”

Carla laughed, overhearing his comment. “Oh please, Arthur, we’re not kidnappers.”

The playful bickering continued as they all moved back inside the villa for lunch. The table was filled with fresh seafood, pasta, and all kinds of Mediterranean delicacies. But the real entertainment was the ongoing competition between the brothers and the girlfriends, each group fighting for Y/N’s attention.

As they ate, Charlotte was showing Y/N something on her phone, laughing and chatting, while the brothers shot each other looks across the table.

“Remember when we used to do family karaoke nights?” Lorenzo said, trying to steer the conversation back to their shared memories. “We should totally do that tonight.”

“Or we could all go snorkeling,” Charles added quickly, desperate to keep Y/N involved in more active family time.

Alex smiled, not wanting to be outdone. “How about we plan a sunset boat trip? Just us girls, a little break from all the testosterone.”

Y/N chuckled, putting her fork down. “Guys, there’s no need to fight. I want to spend time with everyone.”

Lorenzo sighed dramatically, though there was a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s just... you’re our little sister. It’s hard to share.”

Charlotte leaned in and squeezed Y/N’s hand. “And we just love having you around, Y/N. It’s not about keeping you to ourselves. We just love you.”

Arthur, trying to regain control, suggested, “Okay, how about this: we all do one big activity together? Something fun and adventurous that everyone would enjoy.”

Y/N’s face lit up. “Yes! Let’s do something everyone can join in on. What do you guys think?”

There was a moment of silence as they all considered it, then Lorenzo nodded. “Fine. But only because you suggested it.”

After some debating, they all agreed on a zip-lining and adventure course, something that combined fun, a little adrenaline, and the chance for everyone to bond together. They piled into two cars, with Y/N strategically placed in the middle of the three brothers in one car while the girlfriends followed in the other.

The adventure park was a vibrant blend of lush greenery and high-wire courses that zigzagged between towering trees. As they got harnessed up, the competitive spirit quickly resurfaced.

“I bet I can finish the course faster than you, Arthur,” Charlotte challenged, tightening her helmet.

Arthur scoffed. “You’re on. But don’t cry when you lose.”

Alex nudged Charles. “Want to make it interesting? Whoever finishes last buys dinner tonight.”

Charles glanced at Y/N, who was laughing at everyone’s trash talk. “As long as I’m teamed with Y/N, I’m good.”

Y/N beamed, feeling the warmth of everyone’s attention. “Let’s just have fun, guys. No sore losers!”

The course was exhilarating. They swung across ropes, zipped through the trees, and balanced on tight beams, each one cheering the other on. The brothers stayed close to Y/N, offering to help her across the more challenging sections, while the girlfriends provided a constant stream of encouragement, snapping photos and laughing the entire way.

By the end of the day, everyone was breathless and sweaty, but their spirits were high. Y/N was sandwiched between her brothers, her cheeks flushed with joy.

“That was awesome!” she exclaimed, hugging Arthur, then Charles, and finally Lorenzo. “Thank you, all of you, for making this so much fun.”

Charlotte, slightly panting, smiled as she caught up. “This was the best idea. We should make this a tradition.”

“Agreed,” Alex said, giving Y/N a high-five. “You brought us all together, and that’s all that matters.”

As the sun began to set, they gathered on the beach, sitting on a large picnic blanket with a cooler full of drinks and snacks. The tension from earlier had completely dissolved, replaced by the shared laughter and warmth that only family—and those close enough to be considered family—could bring.

Charles raised his drink. “To Y/N, the heart of this family trip.”

Everyone echoed his words, glasses clinking under the fading light.

Y/N smiled, feeling incredibly loved. “To all of you. The best brothers and sisters anyone could ask for.”

And as they watched the sun dip below the horizon, they knew that this vacation, filled with laughter, a bit of bickering, and unforgettable moments, would be one for the books.

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whorekneecentral · 1 year ago

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A Sandy Christmas

Sugar Daddy!Jenson Button x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the iconic sugar daddy JB, college aged reader (over 20), expensive vacations, gift giving is his love language, you're both soooo all up on each other, the use of daddy both in a sexual and non sexual context, thanking him in good way ;), oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), hair pulling, some old man teasing at the end.

Word Count: 1,714

Author's Note: this is for my og jenson girlies that were here from the start, dedicated to the anon that sent in the first sd!jb ask cause you started all of this pookie!!

merry smutmas series

Jenson takes you on a dream vacation over the holidays but still makes sure you’ve got a gift to open come Christmas morning.

Exam season is killing you, mentally and physically.

Every bone in your body hurt from being hunched over at your desk for 18 hours a day and your brain felt like it was going to explode if you kept it up for much longer.

Jenson knew as much and he also knew your exam schedule; he couldn't bear to see his girl like that so he did the one thing he did best.

He whisked you away the moment your final exam was over. He knew it'd be a welcomed distraction given that you'd be returning home for the new years; your obnoxious sister was getting married to her high school sweetheart - you'd rather fall down the stairs than attend the wedding but Jenson promised to take you in to trade your car for a new one if you went.

To be fair, he did just get you the car 2 years ago but he figured he needed some sort of reward to get you to go. If he could join you at the wedding, he would but alas he can't.

Sunny Bora Bora was a welcomed distraction; the sunshine, the beaches, the endless cocktails and cock, were keeping you happy.

The first few days were you and Jenson rolling around in bed, lazing and eating whenever, barely getting dressed and spending sun up to sun down on the beach. You had everything you needed right there.

Despite it just being you and Jenson, he rented a whole villa. All the privacy in the world for you two; it was more so, so he could fuck you anywhere he liked but I digress.

Christmas morning and you're woken not by the sunshine but the feeling of Jenson's stubble on your neck.

"Merry Christmas, pretty girl."

You hum, a hand on his jaw. "Merry Christmas, Jense."

"C'mon, I have something to show you." He whispers in your ear, not giving you a moment to gather yourself. Instead he pulls you out of bed, his hand in yours as you sleepily follow him though the villa.

There's a massive Christmas tree by the windows, right in the middle but that was there when you arrived. What wasn't there before were all the gifts surrounding the tree.

"Jenson," you stop, looking at him. There's a grin on his face. "You didn't."

"I couldn't let Christmas pass without giving you a gift." He smiles, kissing your temple as he sits on the couch.

"We agreed that this trip was my Christmas gift."

"But the trip is for me too, so it can't count. Loophole baby," he raises his eyebrows, almost as high as his ego. You huff, "this is more than a gift, Jenson."

"You're a good girl, I'd buy you the world if I could." He tells you, smiling as you kiss him.

"I don't need the world, Jenson." You tell him, sitting in front of the tree. There are at least 20 bags and boxes neatly wrapped and set under the tree.

"I'd still buy it for you, princess." He smiles, taking a sip of his coffee as you unwrapped your gifts one by one; Gucci, Prada, Van Clef, Louis Vuitton - you name it, it was under the tree.

You had no idea how you'd get it all back home.

You thank him, doing a little try on haul as you unwrap the gifts. Jenson smiles, sitting comfortable as he watches you model your gifts for him.

"Happy?" He asks, patting his thigh. You sit yourself on his lap, an arm over his shoulder as you lean into him.

"Beyond happy," you whispered against his lips. "Thank you daddy."

"Anything for you, baby."

The two of you go about your day, you'll be leaving your little paradise tomorrow and returning to reality so you were trying to soak up the last of the sunshine. Lazing by the water, you watched as Jenson attempted to surf, gave up and decided on a swim instead, the man came back to kiss you, dripping the sea water all over you.

You push him away, giggling as he tries to grab at you. You rolled away, getting up and running from him; Jenson chased you down the beach right back to the villa.

Jenson planned dinner for the two of you, a little restaurant not too far from your villa. You wined and dined, chatting about his work and your plans not to strangle your sister with her veil. He assured you that you'd be fine and that as soon as the wedding was over, you could return home to him.

Upon returning, you decide to pack. This way you two could spend more time in bed in the morning rather than having to rush and pack then.

Jenson's back is to you as you bring in the last of your presents from the living room. He'd manage to fold what you had brought with you into the one suitcase opposed to the two it was in originally and had been trying to fix your gifts into the empty one.

He feels your arm wrap around his waist, fingers drumming against his midriff as you watch him put the boxes into the suitcase.

You're on your tiptoes, a kiss pressed to his jaw; Jenson thinks it's innocent enough and yet, he feels your lips drop lower. From his jaw to his neck and your fingers are pulling at his shirt collar, trying to expose more skin.

"Sweetheart," he whispers, swatting away your wandering hands. "We need to pack."

"Mhm hm," you turn him to face you, your hand on his jaw when you kiss him. Jenson leans on the edge of the bed, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him

He was easy like that, a kiss from you and he's like putty in your hands.

He watches as your fingers trail down the front of his shirt, sliding under the hem of it. Jenson takes that as his hint to take it off, tossing it on the floor somewhere. Your hand wanders further down, brushing over the cold metal of his belt.

Jenson smiles, pecking your lips softly. "Let me thank you," you whispered against his lips. His brows furrow, "what for?"

"Everything," you tell him, sinking down onto your knees in front of him.

Jenson undoes his belt and the button, “open.”

Without hesitation, your mouth opens and you’re looking up at him once again. He slaps your tongue with his cock softly, waiting for a reaction. The slight curve of your lips was enough for him to know it was okay. A hand tangled in your hair, pulling and pushing you, setting the pace.

The stifled gag was enough for him to pull back, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

His eyes fixed on you as your lips wrap around his cock, his chest dropping and raising with each breath.

He can’t help but notice the lipstick on the base of his cock, your head bobbing up and down. Jenson's hand pulls your hair away from your face, letting you set the pace.

His hand turns over and you feel his knuckles brush along your cheek. “Like being on your knees for me, hm? My good girl.”

The praise hits you straight in the core, only making you go faster. Your cheeks hollow as you bob your head up and down. Jenson's hips buck, your nose brushing against him.

His head falls back against the couch, breathing out a string of explicits as you hollow your cheeks. “C’mere.” He pulls you off him slowly, savouring the feeling of your tongue sliding up the underside of his cock.

You kiss him, the moan slipping from your lips as he manhandles you.

“Turn around,” he whispers against your lips, a hand on your hip as he turns you around to face the bed.

Your arms are propped on the mattress, holding yourself up. He pushes your dress up, bunching over your hips. His hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward.

Panties pushed to the side and Jenson reached forward, a hand tangled in your hair to pull you up, forcing you to look at the reflection in the window. His other hand holds your hip once he pushes into you.

“See,” he mumbles to himself, glancing down between the two of you before his eyes meet yours in the reflection. “Look how pretty you are,” he whispers, kissing along the back of your shoulder as his hips dig into your ass.

The knot in your stomach tightens when his hand on your hip slips down between your legs, reaching for your clit. He barely moves his fingers before your own hand reaches down to rest on his. The feeling of his fingers pulls your attention.

"Please daddy-" you're cut off by a moan and by Jenson pushing you down onto the bed.

You prop yourself up on your forearms once again, eyes fixed on anything but what he was doing.

He could feel you clenching around him, pushing back into him for more.

“Shh, it’s okay baby, I know.” He tells you, thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

The two of you in sync, Jenson's chest pressed to your back as you came down from your orgasm. He peppered kisses all over your back, rubbing your side softly. He leans to press a kiss to your neck before pulling out slowly.

You can feel Jenson wiping your thighs and between your legs, cleaning you up before fixing your dress. You're still facedown in the mattress, too fucked out to even think about moving at the moment. He senses as much, giving you a push by the ass and up onto the bed you went.

The clink of his belt comes from behind you, the man fixing his pants - you assumed he'd be joining you in bed but instead, you heard some sort of shuffling behind you.

Rolling you, you see that Jenson had resumed his packing from before.

"You know," you start, sitting up. "Most men your age are dead to the world after a fuck like that."

Jenson laughs, walking over to you. His hand cups your jaw, "I'm not like most guys my age."

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Day 4: Overstimulation

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s determined to give you an orgasm in every room of your private villa.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, spanking

Word count: 1.8k

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The villa Bucky chose for the first week of your honeymoon is absolutely stunning - views directly out onto a white sandy beach from a large infinity pool, a built-in spa and sauna you are already eager to try out as well as being completely fitted out with the most lush furnishings and extravagant amenities.

But he doesn’t give you time to enjoy any of it, for as soon as you walk over the threshold, Bucky bends you over the substantial kitchen island, pushes your skirt up around your waist, pulls your panties down to your ankles and licks a stripe up your slit, paying no mind to the two bodyguards following you into the residence.

He starts out eagerly, pushing his warm, wet tongue into your pussy as his thick fingers spread your folds bare for him. His name falls from your lips in a low moan, but this only spurs him on, wanting to hear his wife repeat his name like the God the majority of New York believe him to be.

As he relentlessly devours you, your orgasm builds, the band in your lower stomach tightening with every flick of his tongue, lapping up the arousal flooding from your core that Bucky himself is responsible for.

“Fuck Buck, right there, don’t stop.” If it weren’t your beloved husband spreading your ass cheeks wide and nose deep in your pussy, you might be embarrassed by how quickly you are hurtling towards your release.

But James Barnes knows every inch of your body with exact precision, he has memorised the map of how to navigate to the height of your pleasure and has the uncanny ability to bring you right to the edge with a single touch. Something he prides himself on.

Your first orgasm comes when his thumb toys with your puckered asshole and his plump lips suckle on your clit. The smooth marble underneath your fingertips provides no grip, no traction to pull yourself away from Bucky’s onslaught.

Before you can even take a breath to stabilise yourself after your high, Bucky picks you up bridal style and walks your limp body over to the couch of the connecting lounge room.

He places you on all fours on the leather couch, and after ridding himself of all nuisance clothing, he drives himself inside your sopping entrance without any notice. Your velvety walls burn deliciously as you stretch to accommodate him - a stretch that you will crave for the rest of your life.

“Good girl, take it all.” Bucky commands. He starts out at a brutal pace, but somehow with each thrust he seems to both accelerate the movement of his hips and plunge deeper within you, filling you completely and kissing your cervix.

Wet, salacious sounds fill the grand room, along with your strained voice chanting Bucky’s name like a prayer. You bury your face in the top of the backrest of the couch in an attempt to muffle the obscene moans falling from your lips as Bucky grips your hips tighter and continues fucking into you relentlessly.

You feel him press an affectionate kiss between your shoulder blades before his domineering hand grasps your neck and pulls you back into him, the warm length of his body pressing against yours.

“Be a good wife and take everything your husband gives you. Every. Fucking. Inch.” His words are growled into your ear and a shiver runs down your spine. He punctuates each word with a hard slap to your ass.

He reaches around your body, his hand finding your clit with the ease of magnets attracting one another. As he begins teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves, you feel like you’re floating, unable to come down from the pure bliss Bucky has fucked you into, every collision of his hips against yours bringing you closer to your inevitable end.

“This fat cock feels good, doesn’t it?” Luckily it’s a rhetorical question because in your current euphoric state you can’t find any words to express how good your husband is making you feel. “Be a good little slut and cum on it for me.”

You don’t even realise tears are leaking from your eyes when your next orgasm slams into you like a train, thighs quivering, inadvertently trying to crawl to the other side of the couch to find some relief from the spasming pleasure, even though you know Bucky will never let you go until you’ve ridden out your entire high.

The next room you find yourself in is the adjacent dining room. The table had been set for your arrival, but Bucky soon sweeps the settings at one end crashing onto the floor as he lays your back gently on the mahogany tabletop.

“God damn, I’ll never get enough of this tight pussy.” Bucky exclaims as he pushes inside you again. You gasp at the sudden intrusion of his thick length, every part of your body twitching with heightened awareness.

His thrusts are more languid this time, longer and deeper, but you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasms that you’re already right on the edge with just a few pumps.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum, my love.” His voice is softer in tone, words soothing as he shifts the position of your legs so they instead rest on his shoulders. His eye contact is just as intense as the momentum of his hips slapping yours. “Need you to do it again for me. Want you looking in my eyes when I make you cum.” Bucky urges, his hand migrating down to where your bodies meet, his thumb rubbing tight circles over your puffy and oversensitive clit.

The pressure building within your core borders on agonising, you’re sure that this impending orgasm will be larger than any else of your married life thus far, and with how he’s hitting every spot inside you that engages an electric current surging up your spine, you know you’re so close.

It only takes another flick of your clit and you’re there, falling over a cliff and plunging into a deep ocean of pure pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m cumming again!” You announce as your back arches off the dinning table, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your entire body convulses by the sheer magnitude of your orgasm.

“That’s it baby, keep ‘em coming.” Bucky doesn’t let up, smirking as you writhe in front of him. “Soak me sweetheart.”

And you do just that.

Before you even realise what’s happening, your release gushes out of you, soaking Bucky’s stomach and thighs, the force of your squirt pushing him out of you. He rubs his bulbous tip frantically over your clit, prolonging your high and milking every last drop of arousal from you.

You sense him pick you up again, a soft kiss placed to your hairline as you move throughout the house again.

Much later in the night, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, the line between each orgasm blurring, waves of pleasure melding into one huge tsunami. You can’t even remember which room you last came in, mind in a complete daze, all you can perceive is Bucky’s looming presence over you and the way he’s playing your body like a fiddle, each stroke, strum and nip brings you closer to your next high like a symphony orchestra playing to a crescendo.

“Too much.” You attempt to mumble, unsure if you’re even articulating the words correctly, feebly pushing at his veiny arm to give yourself a semblance of a break from the overwhelming sensations your husband is subjecting you to.

It feels like your entire body is trembling on the king sized bed you get to call yours for the next week as you attempt to steady your breathing, trying to focus on anything other than the violently intense sensations Bucky is responsible for between your legs.

“Just one more, darling. I know you can give me another. You’re doing so well for me.” He coos before his lips latch onto your breast, the tip of his tongue lightly circling your areola before suckling your hardened nipple.

“I can’t.” A sob bubbles up your throat, understanding if you really wanted to stop you could use your prearranged safeword. It isn’t that you want to stop - it just feels too good, the pleasure so earth shatteringly intense that it borders on pain.

“Yes you can. I know you can, baby.” He praises, planting a sweet kiss to your sweaty forehead as you mewl, Bucky’s nimble fingers continuing to move in and out of you at a damaging pace. “Do it for me.”

All it takes is those four short words. Do it for him, do it for your husband, and you’re coming undone again for him. You whine his name as the most immense pleasure fires from the base of your spine, spreading like exploding fireworks through the rest of your body.

You don’t feel Bucky pull his fingers from you, nor do you discern his weight drop beside you in bed. It takes a couple minutes before your mind becomes a clear stream of thoughts and you can decidedly feel your extremities again.

“My perfect wife.” Bucky mumbles into your neck as you work to catch your breath and bring yourself assuredly back to earth after your visit to the heavens.

You turn your head to meet his gaze, and if you weren’t already breathless from the numerous orgasms he’s pulled from your body, the pure love and affection swirling in his stunning blue eyes you’ve fallen in love with would punch all the air from your lungs.

Warmth blooms in your chest at the soft, devoted smile painted on his features. He places a sweet kiss to your nose and then to your sweaty hairline.

“You still with me, darling?”

“Just barely.” You chuckle, finding enough energy to lift your arm up and draw along his sharp jaw with your index finger. Bucky takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles and adjusting your extravagant wedding ring so that the scintillating diamond sits perfectly centred on your finger, before pulling your body into him so there is no space remaining between you.

“How about we run you a warm bath?” Bucky offers in a low tone, lifting your chin with a single bent finger so he can slot his supple lips against your own in a tender kiss. “We didn’t quite make it to the ensuite, so if we’re to complete the set, you still owe me one more orgasm.”

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crazyunsexycool · 3 months ago

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My Little Love

Chapter 41

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

word count: 7.8K

Warning: Smut at the beginning, so much fluff, Pregnancy!!!!

A/N: You guys it's finally happening!!!!!! In Lottie's words : am so 'cited, for this chapter. We finally get the news we've been waiting for. If you find inaccuracies just play along :)

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Even as the plane landed Bucky didn’t want to tell you where he was taking you. He ushered you into a cherry red convertible. The top was down and your bags were in the trunk. Bucky was excited as he put on his sunglasses and opened the passenger’s door for you.

You tilted your head back and soaked up the sun while Bucky took you to your destination. Music was playing and the breeze was refreshing. You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your lips. It wasn’t until some time in the drive that you decided to really pay attention to where you were going, hoping that you’d get a clue as to what Bucky had planned.

“Is that sign in Italian?” You asked as you drove down the highway.

“It is.”

Now you were really excited. Of course you’d been to Italy before but it was only on a mission so it didn’t really count. You turn to look at Bucky with excitement only to find him sneaking glances at you.

“Where exactly is it that we’re going? Please just tell me.”

“I could tell you or you can see it for yourself.” He says just as he starts to slow down.

On one side was the sea. Waves lapped lazily along the shore. The air was filled with the salty scent of the ocean. You watched as people got into the water and splashed around. Colorful umbrellas dotted the sandy beaches and boats dotted the sea. On the other side colorful buildings brought life to the mountainside. It was picturesque and almost too beautiful to be real. You’d only seen this place before in pictures.

“Are we on the Amalfi Coast?” You asked Bucky with disbelief.

“Yup. I know you’ve always wanted to come. I thought, what better time than now.”

“Buck-“ you weren’t sure what to even say. “I think I only mentioned it in passing, years ago. How did you even remember?”

“I remember everything about you.” Bucky grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss. “Now, do you want to stop and get some breakfast or do you want to head to the villa?”

“You got a whole villa?”

Bucky smiled and nodded.

“Breakfast first.”

“Whatever my wife wants, she gets.” Bucky says as he finds somewhere to park.

You walk hand in hand through the streets of the small seaside town. Both of you point out little areas or things that you find interesting. He takes you to a shop or two. Of course the first thing you buy is something for Charlotte and Henry. At the cafe Bucky orders in Italian, a proud smirk on his face when he notices how impressed you are. His hand never leaves your thigh. The two of you stay close to each other, murmuring sweet nothings and overall enjoying your time as newlyweds.

After driving up a private driveway lined with trees, you’re met with a beautiful open space. There’s a fountain surrounded with flowers in the center of the driveway and the villa itself is amazing. A grand entryway with ivy growing up the walls of the two story house. The red tile roof was a perfect contrast against the earthy tones of the brick.

Bucky opens your car door and helps you out. Then he grabs your bags and leads you up to the main door.

“How did you even find this place? It’s beautiful.”

“Tony.” Bucky says over his shoulder.

He opens the door and lets you in first. You’re greeted by a stunning foyer. Rustic meets modern seemed to be the style. The living room was huge with big comfortable looking couches. Huge windows that gave you the most perfect view of the garden and pool. The whole house was exquisite. You wandered around while Bucky went upstairs and dropped off your suitcases.

Outside the garden was in full bloom. Every flower in its perfect spot and every tree or bush trimmed and kept impeccably. You wandered toward the end of what you thought was the property only to be met with an impressive view. The villa sat on a cliff and the ocean just below it. Stairs were carved down towards a private dock. A small sailboat sat in the water ready for use.

“So what do you think?” Bucky asked as he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you in. His chin rested on your shoulder as you both looked out into the beautiful view.

“It’s perfect. I love it here already. Thank you.”

Bucky only answered by placing a kiss on your shoulder before going back to admiring the view. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes before you turned in his arms.

“I’m going to freshen up ok?”

“Ok.” Bucky smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

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You finished applying your red lipstick. After checking your reflection one more time in the full length mirror in the bathroom you walk back into the master bedroom. You had on the red lingerie from the Polaroids you’d given Bucky before your wedding. The lacy barely there set included a garter belt and stockings which you paired with ridiculously high heels. Your intention was to call out for Bucky but as you passed by the double doors that led to the balcony you could make out his figure in the distance.

The breeze felt amazing against your skin as you stepped out onto the balcony. You leaned against the stone railing and watched Bucky for a moment. Anticipation of what was going to happen next had you pressing your thighs together.

“Sergeant Barnes.” You call out loud enough for Bucky to hear.

He turns around a smile on his face that falters as he looks for you. You can see the way his lips part once you stand up straighter, revealing the lacy bra you were wearing. Bucky doesn’t waste any time. He starts walking back into the house in order to get to you.

Seeing him move through the garden and into the house you head into the bedroom. You make yourself comfortable on the bed just as Bucky slams the door open. He stares at you for just a moment, laying in the middle of the bed propped up on your elbows and one leg propped up. Bucky groans at the sight.

“Sugar, are you planning to kill me on our honeymoon?” He asks as he makes his way over to the foot of the bed.

You smirk as he starts to take his shirt off. Bucky grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him.

“James!” You yelp at the sudden movement before giggling.

Bucky kisses your calf and leaves a trail down your leg until he gets mid thigh.

“Look at you, so pretty just for me.” He murmurs as his hands trace the stockings and garter belt. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Bucky kissed every part of your body he could reach. He made his way up to you slowly until he was hovering over you.

“Hi Sugar.”

“Hi baby.”

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs as his eyes rake over your face. “You’re always so beautiful.”

You smile as you run a hand through his hair. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Nuh-uh Mrs. Barnes. I'm the lucky one. Will you let me show you how much I love you?”

“Yes, please.” You reply as you pull him down for a kiss.

Bucky’s tongue dances with yours. His hands travel up and down your sides. When you pull apart, you’re breathless. The red lipstick you’d worn was smudged and transferred onto Bucky’s lips. He smiled down at you as his lust filled gaze pulled you in. Bucky doesn’t give you much time to catch your breath. His lips are on yours again and then he’s moving to your cheek and down your jaw. He nips and hums against your neck when he gets to that spot that makes you weak. You can’t help but buck your hips against him.

A small whimper passes your lips when Bucky’s thumb brushes over your nipple. He kneads your breast before pulling down your bra. Bucky’s lips wrap around your pebbled peak, his tongue swirls around it. You moan as he continues to put his attention on your chest. There was something about being with him at this moment, with Bucky’s attention on your breasts that was close to pushing you over the edge faster than ever. Maybe it was the fact that this was your first time together after your wedding and the thrill of it all had you more excited than you realized.

You didn’t notice when Bucky undid your bra. It was the cool air against your nipple that brought you back to the moment. Bucky gave you a proud smirk as he kissed down your belly slowly. Your hands moved to the garter belt, you had full intentions of taking it off but Bucky stopped you.

“This stays on.” He murmurs, his eyes dark with lust as he continues to admire you from above. “And so do these,” his hands move to your stockings. “And these.” His hand stops at the heels you were wearing.

Bucky moves off the bed and drops to his knees. His hands wrap around your calf and he pulls you to the end of the king size bed. Without much warning he rips the panties you had on and dives in. His tongue runs up your slit and swirls around your throbbing clit. You moan and whimper and Bucky can only groan in response. He has you breathless and close to the edge already. You bury your hands in his hair to keep him where you need him. When he teases your entrance with a finger you whine until he finally slides a finger in. You can’t help but buck your hips in order to get relief. It only takes Bucky seconds to pull an orgasm out of you. Your high pitched whine doesn’t stop him though, Bucky helps you ride your high before he adds another finger. His tongue sweeps over your clit in perfect time with his fingers. Your back arches off the bed as you try to pull away. The feeling of his mouth on you is almost too much but not enough. You babble incoherently as Bucky pulls another orgasm from you.

“Bucky-” you murmur breathlessly.

Bucky finally pulls away from your sensitive center and lays down beside you.

“So fucking sweet.”

He has a smug grin on his face as he caresses your cheek. You watch as his tongue sweeps his bottom lip and pull him down for a kiss. Bucky lights you on fire all over again with this intense kiss. His hands roam your body and then he’s moving you up the bed until you’re perfectly centered.

“C’mere, let me love you.” You tell your husband, holding your hand out for him.

Bucky leans over you and takes your hand in his. He turns his head and gives your palm a kiss. Instead of settling between your open legs Bucky pulls back up.

“Hands and knees, Sugar.” His voice is rough with need.

You don’t hesitate to do as he asks. That’s one good thing about having the serum, you recover much faster. As you do as Bucky asks he gets off the bed and takes off his pants and boxers. He’s painfully hard as he grabs his cock and slowly starts to move his hand up and down.

“What are you waiting for, Sargent?” You say with a wiggle of your hips.

“Oh Sugar, you think you’re ready for me?”

“I’m always ready for you.” You arch your back more, giving him a better view of your ass.

Bucky only groans in response as he takes his place behind you. He runs his cock through your soaking folds, the tip hitting your already sensitive clit. Without a word Bucky lines himself up and in one quick thrust he bottoms out. He curses when he feels you clench around him. Your moans causing his grip on your hips to tighten. Bucky gives you a few seconds to adjust to him, even after all this time it feels like he’s splitting you in half, before pulling back slowly and then pushing back in. He starts a slow steady rhythm, rolling his hips as his hands keep you in place.

“You feel so fucking good.” Bucky grunts as he picks up speed.

The only response he gets is a moan. Your hands grip the bed sheet and you can’t help but arch your back more for him. Bucky moves his left hand from your hip slowly up your spine. It makes you shiver as his hand rests at the back of your neck for a moment before it snakes around and his fingers wrap around your throat. You go easily as he pulls you up against him. His thrusts never stop and his hold on you is gentle. You drop your head back and turn to capture his lips with yours.

“You got one more for me, Sugar?” Bucky muttered against your lips, his right hand moving towards your bundle of nerves. “Are you gonna come on my cock? Make a mess for me?”

That had your pussy fluttering around him. You were putty in Bucky’s hands and he knew it. He even chuckled in your ear as you came.

“There you go, Sugar. Always so good to me.” He grunts before he pulls out and has you laying on your back.

You spread your legs for Bucky, waiting for him to take his place. His hooded eyes move from your face down to your chest, over the rest of your body before they land on your slick folds. His tongue slides over his bottom lip while he slowly strokes his cock. With a smirk Bucky moves closer and lines himself up with your waiting pussy and bottoms out.

“C’mere.” You call him softly. Your hands move up his side and over his back.

Bucky is stretched out over you. A lazy smile graces his lips as his nose bumps yours.

“I love you so much, Sugar.” He says before pressing his lips to yours.

“I love you too.” You gasp out as Bucky finally moves.

He’s much more gentle this time. Your hands move over his chest where you can feel his heart beating wildly. It makes you smile as you move your hands toward his neck and pull him down for a languid kiss. You wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist, urging him to go a little faster.

“Baby…” you moan.

Bucky groans and pulls back to get a better look at you. His eyes are as dark as ever and it sends a delish chill down your spine. There’s a spark in his eyes that you can’t recognize as he stops his movements and pulls back. You do nothing but lay there excitedly waiting for whatever it is he’s going to do next. Bucky runs his hands over your thighs and stops at your belly. This time you prop yourself up on your elbows and raise an eyebrow in question.

“Baby, huh?” His smirk turns devilish as he leans forward again, caging you in by laying his hands flat on either side of you. “Is that what you want? Want me to get you nice and pregnant?”

You inhaled sharply at the question. Bucky chuckled as he felt your pussy clench down around his length.

“I can just picture it, Sugar. Can’t you?” He starts to move his hips again, faster and deeper this time. “You, nice and round with our baby. Fuck you’d look so perfect.”

You whimper as you fall back onto the bed. The small sound pushes Bucky to give you everything. Bucky tells you how pretty you’d look and how You wrap your arms around him to pull him closer. Bucky can’t help but hide his face in the crook of your neck. He hisses as your nails dig into his muscular back. Your moans and whimpers and little sounds are like music to his ears.

“Fuck, fuck you feel so good.” He mutters more to himself than anything else. “Can you give me one more? I know you can.” Bucky says as he moves one hand to your clit.

“James!” You scream as the orgasm hits you like a tidal wave.

Seconds later you feel Bucky tense, his groan is almost animalistic. His spend coats your walls and he can’t help lay his weight against you.

As you both come down from your highs you begin to run your fingers through his hair while Bucky rests his head against your chest. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until Bucky propped himself up to look at you. His smile was blinding.

“Are you good?” He asked as he unfortunately pulled away from you.

“I’m more than good.”

“Want to join me in the shower?” Bucky says as he gets up from bed.

“I would but I don’t think my legs work right now.”

Bucky had the nerve to look smug as he walked around the bed. He put an arm under your back and the other under your knees and pulled you up.

“If you wanted me to carry you all you had to do was ask.”

You laugh as you make your way to the bathroom.

“Now let me get the shower ready and then we’ll work on kid number three.”

You woke up disoriented since it was still light out. After the not so quick shower you shared with Bucky you headed straight to bed to take a nap. Now you find your bed empty and the sun just starting to set. You stretch your sore limbs and sigh happily.

The door to the bedroom opens slowly and Bucky pops his head in. He gives you a brilliant smile.

“Hi, Sugar. It’s about time you woke up.” He says as he opens the door wider. “Hungry?”

“I am actually.”

“Well I threw some snacks together for us.” He walks in with a tray and sets it on the bed. “I also have a little surprise.”

You smile up at him while popping a grape into your mouth. Bucky pulls out his phone and taps a few time before turning it around for you to see.

“Hi mama and daddy!” Lottie says into the camera with a huge smile.

She’s still in her pajamas and her hair is a mess. Henry is also in his pajamas and matching hair.

“Hi mama and daddy.” He adds sleepily.

“We habe a seepovuh with Steebie. An now we habes pancakes.”

“We miss you.” Henry says as he throws an arm around Lottie’s shoulder. “But have fun.”

“Steebie says we see you soons.” Lottie adds with a nod. ��We lobes you.”

You smile as the video stops. “Aawww my babies. Is it bad that I miss them already?”

“Not at all, I miss them too.” Bucky lays across the bed and props himself on his elbow. “So Mrs. Barnes, what would you like to do this evening?”

“Can we just stay in tonight? I’m still really tired.”

Bucky smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you? I’m sorry, Sugar, I’ll take it easier on you next time.”

You laugh, “shut up.”

You do stay at the villa for the evening. There was enough to do to keep you both entertained.

“You know how to pilot this thing?” You asked as Bucky helped you onto the small boat that was docked on the private dock.

“Of course I do.” Bucky sets down the bag you packed before turning around and making sure you were settled. “Now are you ready for a sun filled morning?”

“I am captain.”

Bucky scrunches his face and you mirror him. “Never call me that again.”

“Don’t worry I won’t. It felt gross.”

“Now, sit back, look beautiful and enjoy the ride.” Bucky says, looking over his sunglasses and sending a wink your way before giving his attention to getting away from the small dock.

You watched him for a moment, admiring the black swim trunks he was wearing and short sleeved button up which he left unbuttoned. It gave a great view of his toned chest and chiseled six pack. You did as Bucky asked and sat back, letting him do whatever it was he was doing.

The sun was shining, there was a nice breeze and the smell of the sea was refreshing. You took off your coverall and revealed the two piece bikini you’d decided to wear. With a happy sigh and the motor of the boat kicking to life you relax and take in the sights around you.

****

“What if someone sees us?” You whimper as Bucky rolls his hips.

What started out as an innocent request for a few pictures turned into a full blown, lust driven love making session. Bucky could barely keep his hands off you. He first undid your top, his hands kneaded your breast while he kissed your neck. The next thing to go was your swimsuit bottoms. Bucky had no shame in having you right then and there.

The only issue you were concerned about was doing it on the boat and having someone pass by.

“No one can see us, Sugar.” Bucky kisses and nips along your jaw.

You moan with another of Bucky’s thrust before you speak up. “Are you sure?”

Bucky stops his movements and pops his head up to look around. You can’t help but giggle at his antics.

“Coast is clear, Sugar. But if you want we can stop.”

“No!” You grab his face and pull him back towards you. “Don’t stop, please.”

Bucky smirks against your lips. “I love it when you beg.”

Your hands ran down his chest and circled his midsection before they landed on his ass and squeezed.

“Start moving Barnes.”

“I love it when you’re bossy too.” He murmurs before he starts to drive into you, making your eyes roll back.

The afternoon was also spent on a boat but this time doing a boat tour. Bucky sat with you and pointed out different things along the coast. You were having the time of your life. Then you get to an area with a long line of boats just waiting around.

“What is happening?” You looked around curiously.

A small rowboat makes its way over to your boat and Bucky gets up. He speaks in Italian to the men and turns back to you, offering you his hand.

“C’mon you’ll want to see this.” He says happily.

Bucky gets on the rowboat first then helps you down. Once you’re settled the rowboat starts moving. There’s some waiting in the water to purchase tickets.

“Oh my god is this the blue grotto?” You ask excitedly.

Bucky smiles before the oarsman starts serenading you. You can’t help but giggle as he gets closer to the entrance.

“Ok, you will have to lay down as I pass by.” The oarsman says with an adorably heavy accent. “Keep your hand an arms inside please.”

You and Bucky do as you’re told and lay down. Once you’re inside the grotto you sit back up. It’s truly mesmerizing how beautiful it is. The water is such a vibrant blue it almost looks fake. The oarsman starts to talk about the history of the grotto and why the water looks as blue as it does. You spend a few minutes there and make sure to take pictures and videos. After the small detour is done you get back to your boat to continue your regular tour.

For the next few days it’s the same. You and Bucky go out to explore the area, have dinner at some great local restaurant and somehow in between all of that you two are insatiable. Bucky can’t keep his hands off of you and vice versa.

“What are you looking for again?” Bucky asks from the other aisle of a small pharmacy.

“Something for my nausea. I think I’ve been eating too much these last few days and it’s finally starting to catch up with me.”

“Shouldn’t you see a doctor?”

“No, I don't think it’s anything serious.” you murmur before turning around to look on the other shelf.

You stop in your tracks when you look at the product that’s directly in front of you.

A pregnancy test.

And suddenly the nausea makes a little bit more sense. So does the tiredness and how the wine and champagne at the wedding tasted weird. Your eyes widen as you come to the realization that you are most likely pregnant.

“Hey babe.” You call for Bucky as you move down the aisle.

He turns the corner and meets you at the end with a smile.

“I was thinking, why don’t I finish looking here and maybe you can get us some gelato from that shop down the street?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll only be a couple of minutes and that line looks long.” You smile sweetly up at him.

“Ok, I’ll meet you outside.” Bucky leans down and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

Once he’s out of sight you rush back and grab three different tests from three different brands and rush to the front to pay for them. A sweet little old lady at the register gives you a knowing look as she rings you up. She points towards a door towards the back of the store with a bathroom sign. You smile and thank you before heading to the back.

****

You couldn’t help but smile as you walked onto the street. Bucky was just starting to walk back to you with two cups in his hands. He looked so handsome with his sunglasses, dark jeans and black short sleeve button up with white daisies all over. When he reached you, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

“Feeling better?” Bucky asks as you pull back.

“So much better. This for me?”

Bucky nods as he hands you one of the cups. The two of you walk along the streets, a few shopping bags in hand, enjoying the last day or so of your honeymoon. You want to tell Bucky about the baby but at the same time you want the kids to be involved too. So for now you watch the sunset with your new husband before you have to head back home.

The plane ride had worn you down and you spent most of it sleeping. Once the plane rolled to a stop you were awoken by the last person you expected.

“Hi mama.” Lottie said while climbing onto your lap.

“My sweet Angel.” You wrapped your arms around her and gave her the biggest hug. “Sweet boy.” You called out when you saw Henry walking up to you. Henry smiled and joined the hug.

“Hi mama. I missed you.”

“Oh I missed you both so much.” You say before peppering kisses all over their faces. “I think we should start getting off the plane.”

“Nope.” Bucky walks back from the cockpit.

You give him a puzzled look as he pulls the kids for a hug.

“We have one more stop.”

“And the kids are coming with us?” You smile.

“Wouldn’t be a family vacation without the family.”

“Where are we going?” Henry asks as Bucky helps him buckle in.

“It’s a surprise, bubs.”

You narrow your eyes in Bucky’s direction but he only sends a wink your way. Lottie decides to take the seat next to you and the two of you talk about all the things she did while you were away.

****

It turns out that Bucky was great with surprises. You watched as the Disney World sign got bigger before you turned to look at him in the driver’s seat.

“We’re at Disney World?” Henry asked with disbelief before you were able to.

“Daddy you take us to Disney?” Lottie also asked before she started crying.

“Oh sweet Angel what’s wrong?”

“Am so ‘cited mama.” She says between what were apparently happy sobs. “Can meet beauty an the beast?”

You wiped away the tears that had formed before answering that yes she could meet them.

“How did you manage this?”

Bucky was all smiles as he made his way to the hotel he had booked for the stay. “Nat, Steve and your dad. They helped me figure out the times and tickets and even pack for the kids.”

You looked around as the car finally stopped. A young man from the hotel staff rushed forward to help Bucky with the suitcases. Meanwhile you make sure the kids get out of the car and you grab their backpacks. You watch as Henry takes Lottie’s hand and they follow Bucky inside. Their eyes are wide as they try to take in all of the decorations and everything happening around them.

At the check-in desk you watch the young woman recognize Bucky and she stutters over her words before Bucky heads back towards you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when you see his pout.

“She said we had to wait because the room wasn’t ready but check in time is now.”

“Well, let’s give them a minute. Maybe the room is being cleaned.” You say before turning back to watch the kids explore the lobby.

“What if they won’t let us stay because of me?”

“I doubt that’s the case.”

“Mr. Barnes,” A man dressed in a suit walks out from a staff only door. “We apologize for making you wait.” He says, but truly it had only been a few minutes. “It’s an honor that you’ve chosen to stay with us. It’s not everyday that two Avengers stay with us. I’ve gone ahead and upgraded your room to one of our best suites for you and your family.”

Bucky stood there in stunned silence. You however smiled and accepted the manager’s hand when he held it out to you.

“Thank you so much. It’s our kids' first time here, this will make it all that more special.”

“Say no more, anything you need we are here to help. Here are your room keys.” He hands you the keys and goes over any other information you might need to know.

“Henry, Lottie, c’mon we’re going to see our room.”

****

The room, or more like a whole apartment, was decorated in all things Disney character from floor to ceiling. Lottie ran in first as she started to look at everything that had princesses on it. Henry was a bit more hesitant at walking into a new unknown place. But slowly he started to relax and explore the living room. Your suitcases had been in the room before you walked in and Bucky took them into the rooms while you took a seat on the most comfortable couch you’d ever seen.

“It’s early, how about we find something to do in the hotel?” Bucky says as he walks out of the room that the kids would stay in.

“It says here that there is an arcade. Maybe we can do that and then have dinner.”

The kids cheer and you all head back out to enjoy your afternoon together.

It started early in the morning. The sun was barely up when you woke up feeling nauseous. Not wanting to wake Bucky up, you tiptoe out of your shared room and go to the spare bathroom. You go there just in time because the urge to vomit came over you like a tidal wave.

Just as you finish rinsing your mouth the door to the bathroom opens, revealing a sleepy Charlotte. She smiled up at you while wiping away the sleep from her eyes.

“Mo-ning mama.” She muttered.

“Good morning my sweet angel. Did I wake you up?”

“No,” she shakes her head as she makes her way to where you sat on the floor and climbs onto your lap. “Am too ‘cited.”

“That’s right, today is the big day where we try to find Belle so that you can meet her.”

Lottie nods with a smile. She turns to tell you something but you watch as she gets that faraway look in her eyes. Tilting her head to the side, Lottie seems like she’s trying to understand something before she blinks rapidly and focuses on the present again.

She had a vision.

“Mama?”

“Yeah my sweet angel? Did you have a future dream?” You ask while running your fingers through her hair.

“Mhm.”

“What was it about?”

“Mama you gets a big bewwy. An you says you habes a baby in the-uh.”

You can’t help but smile.

“Mama, why you habes big bewwy?”

“Can I tell you a secret? But you can’t tell your brother and especially you can’t tell your dad.”

“Is top secwet?”

“It’s super classified.” You whispered and Lottie gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. “Pinky promise not to say a word?”

“Pinky pwomise, mama.” Lottie stuck out her pinky.

After doing the pinky promise you explain to her what she saw. “You know how aunt Molly has a baby in her belly?”

Lottie nods.

“Well mama has a baby in her belly too. You’re going to be a big sister and you’re going to get a baby brother or a baby sissy.”

At the mention of a potential baby sissy, Lottie loses it. She gets up and starts jumping around while saying ‘gonna habes a sissy’.

“Mama, am so happy and so ‘cited. Can habe a sissy wight now?”

“My Angel you might get a brother instead of a sissy. We don’t know yet. But the baby has to stay in mama’s belly for a little while because he or she is too small right now and I have to take care of them.”

“Wike you take ca-uh of bubba an me?” She tilts her head to the side as she looks down at your belly.

“Yes, like I take care of you and your brother. Now remember you can’t say anything about the baby in my belly or that you’re going to be a big sister or about a brother or a sissy, ok?”

“Kay.” Lottie smiles before pulling you in for a hug.

“Mama?” Henry’s sleepy voice comes from the semi closed door.

“Good morning sweet boy. Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“Yes, please.”

You get up and walk out to let Henry in. Lottie runs back to the room she and Henry are staying in and you follow. Knowing there’s a lot to do you decide to pick out the clothes the kids are going to wear for the day. Soon enough Bucky joins you. You can see how excited he is to take the kids to explore the parks and it makes you smile.

After getting ready and having breakfast you head out to have a day of fun.

“I feel like Steve set this up.” You told Bucky as you headed to the bibbidi bobbidi boutique.

“The only reasonable explanation.”

You get to the front of the line where you give Charlotte’s name to the cast member.

“I have a Henry here as well.” She looks up and smiles. “Will you be getting a make over as well?”

“I don’t want to be a princess.” Henry scrunches up his face in confusion.

“Well we do have some options for boys. How about a prince or a pirate?”

“Do it, bubba. Pwease.” Lottie turned to Henry and gave him her best pleading eyes.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

You and Bucky chuckled as you followed the cast member around. She stopped in front of a few costume options and Lottie gasped as she saw the one dress she loved the most.

“I think she’ll be Belle.” You said since Lottie didn’t respond.

You and Bucky made sure to take so many pictures while both kids were getting ready. After a while they were both done. Charlotte’s hair was pulled into a high bun, with pixie dust and a tiara. She also had her nails done and some light makeup. Henry decided to go as a prince so he could escort Lottie around the park. He was given a foam sword and shield too. It almost looked like they were part of the park as they walked around arm in arm.

Everything was going so well until it was time to get on rides. You did the small, easy rides like It’s a Small World but you had to find an excuse when Henry wanted to ride a rollercoaster. Without revealing the truth you really had no reason to not get on. It was just a kiddie coaster but you knew you shouldn’t.

“I don’t wanna twy it.” Lottie jumped in.

“You see this works.” You add on quickly. “I’ll stay here and you boys go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. We can go shopping right Sweet Angel?” You look down at Lottie who nods enthusiastically.

“Ok.” Bucky kisses your cheek before taking off with Henry.

“That was close.”

“Yeah, I can twy the toastuh wate-uh.” Lottie says as you head to one of the stores.

Her reply had you stopping and you crouched down to look at her.

“Sweet Angel, did you say that just so I didn’t have to get on?”

“Yeah we keeps the baby safe, membuh?”

You kissed her forehead before nodding.

“Alright let’s see if we can find something fun to buy.”

****

Charlotte was excited as she pulled you to the back of the shop you were in. Instead of focusing on all the toys and princess items she led you to where custom shirts could be made. Lottie begged for you to let her have one made because she saw it in her future dream. Seeing how happy and hopeful she was you let her choose and speak to the person in charge.

“Here you go ma’am.” The person behind the register hands you the bag with the customized shirt.

“Thank you.” You grab the bag and Lottie’s hand and head to a corner to look at the shirt.

“It’s fo you mama.”

“It is?” You smiled as you pulled out with Mrs Potts and Chip on it. “There may be something there that wasn’t there before.” You read the front of the shirt before unfolding it to find two little baby footprints just to the side of where the shirt would fit over your belly.

“You show daddy.”

“Is this how we tell him the secret?”

Lottie nods with a knowing look in her eyes. “I see it mama. Daddy gets so ‘cited.”

You get teary eyed at the revelation.

“Why don’t we get shirts for all of you too?”

“Kay.” Lottie takes your hand and you end up making some more custom shirts for them.

****

Night came way too fast. You had two sleeping kids in your arms as you made it back to the hotel room. There had only been a few nausea inducing moments throughout the day which you were grateful for. But you knew this wouldn’t last long and you had to tell Bucky soon so you decided about doing it the next morning.

Nausea woke you up again, and again you rushed to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth you rushed to get your shirt on. Henry and Charlotte woke up soon after. Once Lottie saw the shirt you were wearing she asked for hers and you gave Henry his.

“Mama?” Henry walked out of the room he was staying in. “Why does baby’s shirt say big sister?”

You smile as you pat the space next to you on the couch. Henry takes a seat and leans into you, resting his head on your chest.

“How would you feel about there being a baby in the family?” You ask slowly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know how auntie Molly has a baby in her belly?”

Henry nods and you smile.

“Mama has a baby in her belly now. And in a few months the baby will be born and you’ll be a big brother again. That’s why Lottie’s shirt says big sister.”

Henry stares at you with wide eyes. He doesn’t say anything for a moment and you worry. But then Henry smiles and leans in to give you a hug.

“Daddy doesn’t know yet, but we’re going to tell him today.” You whisper.

Right on queue Bucky walks out of the master room. You laugh at his messy hair and still sleepy state. Lottie runs up to him holding up his own shirt that just says dad and hopes he’ll read her shirt. He doesn’t. You opt to order breakfast up to the room so that you can relax a bit before heading out again. All the while waiting for Bucky to notice your shirt. Instead he focuses on talking about all the things you should do at the park today.

After breakfast you’ve had enough and insist on taking some pictures just the four of you. You set up the camera to record a video instead. The kids give you knowing smiles as they wait to see their dad’s reaction.

“Alright guys stand right here.” You tell them as you pose for the so-called pictures.

After posing and Bucky still not noticing your shirt you decide to just bring it up yourself. Henry pulls Lottie to the side and they watch as you turn towards Bucky. He’s smiling at you, so happy to be able to share this experience with you.

“Do you like my shirt?” You ask standing back so that he can see it better.

“There may be something there that wasn’t there before?” He furrows his brows in confusion until his eyes travel down to the two footprints. Bucky’s eyes snap up to yours, his eyebrows shooting in. “Y/N are- are you…” he stuttered over his words.

“Yes Bucky, I’m pregnant.” You murmur nervously while pulling out the pregnancy tests.

Bucky’s hand flies to his head and he just stares at you for a moment before he starts to cry. You worry for a moment before he smiles at you and brings you in for a kiss and a hug.

“Oh wow, we’re having a baby?” Bucky can’t stop the tears as he falls to his knees and leans his head against your midsection. He stays there for a moment before kissing your belly repeatedly.

When he pulls back he looks up at you with so much love. Then he turns to the kids and opens his arm to them.

“Did you two know?” He asks as they pull away.

“Duh.” Lottie says. “I see it.”

Bucky chuckles as he gets up. He pulls you in for another hug. You can feel his heart beating wildly. “I can’t believe it. Am I dreaming?”

“My morning sickness says no.”

Bucky pulls back again, looking at you with concern. “Is there anything I can do? Do you need something? Tell me whatever it is you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

You laugh but wave him off.

“I’m ok for now but obviously you’re on ride duties with the kids.”

“Of course. Wait, should you be walking so much? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“No, I'll be fine. But we should get going. We still have a princess to find.” You say before pulling him down for another quick kiss.

The kids giggle and you pull away. Lottie begs you to put on her Belle dress and you can’t say no. After getting her dress you head out.

While the family vacation was just a few short days it was amazing. Lottie was so excited when she finally got to meet her favorite princess that she couldn’t say a word for a few minutes. Henry had the time of his life getting on as many rides as he could. The four of you enjoyed eating all the different treats the theme park had to offer. And Bucky was by your side for absolutely everything. He carried all the bags, both sleeping kids and kept an eye on you. Every night he’d scoot down to be at the same level as your belly and he’d talk to the baby for a few minutes.

Finally making it back home was a relief. You made an appointment with Dr. Cho just to confirm what you already knew. The kids and Bucky were sworn to secrecy until you knew for sure everything with the baby was ok. Bucky was ecstatic as he sat beside you to see the baby on the ultrasound.

“Ok, are you both ready?” Dr. Cho asked as she started the exam.

“More than ready.” You said as you held Bucky’s hand.

You both watched the monitor come to life. It was a sea of grey and black as Dr. Cho moved the probe around. In the center of the screen a little black section appeared and she turned to you.

“There’s your baby.” She said with a smile before turning back. “Based on our conversation and these measurements it’s safe to say you’re around 12 weeks and I estimate that your due date is March 9th.”

“What?” You stared at Dr. Cho in disbelief before turning to Bucky who was still staring at the screen with teary eyes. “I’m never buying you another birthday present ever.”

Bucky laughed as he turned to look at you. He was speechless. This was his dream come true. To have a family and not only that but to have one with you. He was more than happy with it being Henry, Charlotte, you and him but now you got to have another little bundle of joy. It would be a world of firsts and adventures and he was ready for all of it.

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?”

You both turned to look at Dr. Cho.

“We can do that?” Bucky asked incredulously.

“Of course we can.” Dr. Cho said before pressing a button.

A rhythmic and quick thumping sound filled the room. It was music to your ears and you couldn’t help but cry and Bucky was right there with you. After a minute or so Dr. Cho ended the exam and excused herself.

Once you sat back up Bucky was all over you, giving you sweet kisses and gentle, loving touches. He asked over and over again what he could do, if you were comfortable, if you needed anything. It was sweet how much extra effort he was already putting into your wellbeing.

“Here you go. This is a list of prenatal vitamins and other things that can help with morning sickness.” Dr. Chi gave Bucky the list and looked at him with a serious expression. “These are extremely important, this is the first time I’ve dealt with a super soldier pregnancy there can be many unexpected things. We want her to be as healthy as possible. Will you make sure she takes these?”

“Absolutely. I’ll do everything you tell me to make sure they’re both safe and healthy.”

“Good. Here you go. Your baby’s first picture.” She hands Bucky a print out of the ultrasound and then excuses herself.

“Wow.” Bucky murmurs while you look over his shoulder at the sonogram. “This is our little peanut.”

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Kinktober 17/10/2024 Liam Lawson - Hair Pulling

Plot: Liam wants to try something new but he doesn’t want to do anything that will hurt you.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, eating, blowjob, hair pulling, sex, p in v, 18+ Minors DNI

Summer break had just started and you and your boyfriend Liam had decided it would be nice to have a trip. It didn’t take you long to plan and you ended up on the South Coast of Italy in a cute AirBNB you’d found last minute.

Most days were spent at the sandy beach that was just below the Villa you guys were in or walking round the local village trying the various restaurants they had and going into the dainty little shops to find necklaces and gifts for friends and family.

You got back to the Villa after a really long day in the sun and you were both having a relaxing evening on the balcony of the Villa. You’d just got out the shower having washed your hair and shaved your legs that had started to gain a little stubble back after a few days of not shaving them.

You had done all of your skincare once you got out the shower and sat in the warm Italian sun on the balcony in your towels basking in the slowly setting sun and enjoying drying natural with the heat present.

Liam had come and was sat opposite you, reading one of his books.

“Babe, do you think we’re boring?” He asked you, looking at you, as he gently placed his book down on the table resting his chin on his hand.

“What do you mean?” You laugh rubbing a little bit of your moisturiser in that you could feel was still not in your skin.

“I just mean that, I don’t think we … you know go too crazy in our … intimacy?” He asks awkwardly and you cock your head to the side a shocked look on your face. You were incredibly satisfied with Liam in every way he gave himself to you, so you were very confused how the conversation had come too this.

“What?” You laugh, so shocked that this is where his question had lead you both too.

“Like do you ever want me to do something a bit like? I dunno kinkier? God this is embarrassing” he complained, standing up and going to walk into bedroom that was attached to the balcony.

You follow him immediately.

“Where has this come from Liam, I thought we were both happy in our sex life?” You ask a look of concern on your face, worried that you were now the one not satisfying your boyfriend.

“And I am. But sometimes I want to … try more with you? Like, when you pull my hair when I’m eating you out, I love that shit. You don’t do it hard it’s just something for you to run your fingers through and my hairs easier to do that with, but it got me think of like I dunno pulling your hair? But I’m scared because I don’t want to just randomly do it and shock you or omg, god forbid I manage to hurt you?! And so I just thought maybe if I asked and see what you thought? It all sounds so stupid now don’t worry” he laughs awkwardly shying away.

“Let’s try it” you grin, taking his hand and he looks at you shocked.

“Try what?” He asks looking over you, to make sure he wasn’t accidentally dreaming.

“You pulling my hair or … whatever it was you said you wanted to try” you offer and immediately he picks you up, letting the towel around you fall to the ground, leaving your bare and nude to him in all your glory.

“Let’s get this off, need the hair” he groans as he unwraps the towel from around your hair and chucks it onto the wooden floor.

He places you gently on the bed, kissing up your legs before giving teasing little bites on your inner thighs. His teeth didn’t sink in at all and there would be no knowledge of him being down there tomorrow morning, maybe that was something you could bring up for him to do next time.

He dives in, tongue flicking in and out exploring the familiarity of your heat. He was addicted to your taste and could and would eat you out for his career if that was possible. Immediately your hands find their way into his hair, keeping his head in place as his nose nudges your clit, from you pushing him down a little more.

He moans into you, creating vibrations that run up your entire body, a feeling you’d never really get over. His tongue moves faster and your hips try to come up to meet his face a little more to get that friction.

Your hands run through his hair, pulling on the outgrown blonde bits at the nape of his neck that you’d been offering to cut for a while to get back to his normal haircut but now you were considering asking him to never cut his hair too short again.

“So good, taste so fucking good” he moans into you.

His tongue finds its way into your dripping hole, noises coming from him slurping up all the juices you were giving him, and before you can think his tongue and nose, as if they’re working together both his spots that have your head thinking back into the duck feather pillow.

“Fuck baby” you say looking down at him. Usually he out you out good but this time something was different there was something in his eyes and the way his hands gripped your thighs and hips.

“My turn babe” he grins pulling his pants down and your switch yourselves round so he’s now lying where you were and your on your knees in front of him.

His hands come up and find there way into your hair. He holds you down and you mouth finds it’s way round his dick quickly thanks to his helping hand.

You suck, lick, kiss, groan, spit and do eveything that you know he’s enjoys. However he control the pace holding into your hair. He had it fisted into a really messy ponytail and he stated to edge himself. Every time he’d get close he’d use your hair to yank you off him. It wasn’t a harsh yank, not enough to pull any hair out anyway but it did have a nice sort of burn to it that had you moaning every time.

Eventually he lets himself cum pushing your head down as far as he can get it, unloading all he had to offer into your mouth.

After you blew him, normally you’d either ride him while he was laying back down or your lie down and he’d climb on top of you but today was different. He knelt up and kept you with him.

“On your knees facing the headboard babe” he asks and you do, getting into doggy style which was uncommon for you both. You actually don’t think you’ve ever done it like this with him. So it was strange when he stated to push his dick into your wet folds and you couldn’t see his whiny and lust filled expression as he sunk into you.

Pussy drunk is what he normally looked like.

But now he was just a feeling behind you.

“So beautiful” he says once he’d bottomed out in your and stayed there to let you adjust to him in this new position, meaning you felt fuller than you normally did. The moan hed gotten from you as his dick split you apart was one he didn’t think he’d ever forget.

He leaned forward grabbing your hair and pulling you head back, so you were on your knees but your back was flush against him. He kept the pull on your hair, while thrusting in and out of you, slapping sound of skin on skin and your breathy moans are all that could be heard throughout the room.

“Fuck Liam” you moan as one hand circles to your hips, the other still having a really tight grip on your hair tugging it when your head started to loll forward in pleasure when you couldn’t keep it upright.

He tugged it so it was back against him, and he could kiss along your jaw, his hips snapping faster and faster into you until he pushed your forward, so your on your elbows, but his grip still in your hair so your face was looking up, so he could see that expression of your clearly.

“Good girl” he groans looking at you.

Your mouth hung open, flushed face, watery eyes. You looked like an angel who had fallen from heaven and that look, when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he knew he was done for. And with a last few stabbed thrusts of his hips, he was coming for the second time that night, you shortly following behind him.

“I think maybe we should talk more about our sex life?” He says trying to catch his breath as he pulls out of you and twists round to lie next to you.

“I - I agree” you pant out, never having orgasmed like that.

To new experiences right?

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evieskiesss · 1 year ago

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NOBODY WILL SEE US- TOM KAULITZ

WARNINGS: AGE GAP (30 & 20) ,smut, , dom!tom, sub!reader, public sex, squirting, overstimulation, degradation, name calling (daddy USED TWICE, slut, baby, etc), getting caught, reader says to stop but rlly just wants more

a/n: HEEYYYY. i hope yall haven’t forgotten abt me but yasss im back & im finna get back on my grind fr 😫🔥🔥🔥. HERES A LITTLE SOMETHINGG. IM A LITTLE RUSTY SO BEAR WITH ME BUT IMA TRY TO WRITE MORE. LIKE FRFR. ANYWAYS LOVE YALLLL.

The bright sun shone down on you, kissing your skin as you walked down the sandy beach, your hair flowing as the warm wind blew against you. Your eyes darted around the empty beach, awfully impressed with how much more beautiful it seemed in person compared to the photos you’d seen online.

LA VITA APERTA, was the name of the beach. It wasn’t just any beach, but the most popular nude beach in Italy. You’d been whining for weeks on end to Tom, wishing just how much you’d love to go, at least once. With the way your soft lips pouted, and the mere tone of your sad voice, it was enough to make Tom rent the beach for you two, alone.

You squealed, giggling excitedly as you ran toward the single luxurious villa in the complete center. Your feet softly padded against the hot sand, your legs moving quickly as you grew closer to it. Inside sat two reclinable beach chairs, made out of a polished bamboo. A large glass table sat in the center with platters of all sorts of cheeses, meats, crackers & fruits. A small rack of expensive wines cooled in the mini fridge in the corner, it was perfect.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, “do you like it?” the voice spoke softly into your ear, you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You turned around, a large grin plastered on your face. Hopping up, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, “iloveit,iloveit,iloveit,iloveit!” you shouted. Tom smiled, his arms hoisting you up, “anything for my girl.”

You both settled your things down, quickly taking advantage of the cold wine bottles, pouring them into glasses. Your lips wrapped around the rim, letting the dark liquid leap into your mouth. The smile wouldn’t leave your face as you sat on the sand, directly facing the ocean. The sound of the cold waves smoothly clashing against each other filled your ears, the salty smell mixing with that of the chemical-ly sunblock that Tom squirted into his hands.

He rubbed his hands together before moving your hand to the side, the cold cream coming in contact with your back. You pouted softly, looking over your shoulder to him, “i don’t like sunscreen..” you complained softly, the smell being too strong for your liking, & the sensation of oily cream making you feel uncomfortable as it would inevitably mix with your sweat. Tom ignored your protest, “you need it, baby,” he replied calmly, massaging it into your skin, being sure that your skin fully absorbs it.

“you’re too young to have wrinkly skin,” he kissed the back of your neck softly. You huffed, “fine..”. His hands ran down your back, his rings tickling you lightly as he ran them over. Slowly, his finger tips toyed with the strings of your bikini top, “we’re at a nude beach, remember?” his voice low, his breath hitting your ear. Your head slowly turned toward him, only being able to see him through peripheral vision. You were silent for a moment, your timidness suddenly taking over, you had never really.. gone nude in public before. “it’s just us, baby..” he reassured softly.

Taking your lip between your teeth, you nodded. As he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, he pulled the strings fully. The bikini top became loose, his hands dragging them down your shoulders, then setting them to the side. Your nipples hardened, the cool wind mixing with his warm breath on your neck sent small shivers down your spine. Arms creeped around, his larger hands cupping your breasts, squeezing them softly. You smiled, giggling softly at the action.

Your breathing had slowed down, sunglasses providing extra protection to your closed eyes, your lips still curled up happily as you relaxed your body against the hot sand. You felt shuffling beside you, a soft content sigh leaving Tom’s lips as he leaned against his elbow, head propped up on his hand as his gaze laid on you. You looked beautiful, just absolutely perfect.

Your skin was now a shade or two darker, the bronze covering your entire body. Your small bikini top hugged your hips, undeniably leaving a tan line around it. You looked glowy, the sun rays blessing you with an extra kiss of beauty. His eyes ran lower, your breasts perky & attentive to the winds that blew by. Impulsively, his hands reached forward, tenderly kneading the flesh. His fingers closed around your buds, delicately pinching your nipples. He caught a groan in his throat, the feel of your skin only driving him crazy.

His lips came to your neck, planting weak kisses along the line. “tom..” you whined softly, hand coming to his chest. “mm?” he hummed, pinching your nipples again. You gasped gently at the sensation, feeling his lips curl into a smirk against your neck, his tongue licking and nipping on your skin. The hand that groped your breast snuck down agonizingly slow, simply teasing you as his fingers cupped over your sex. Two fingers pressed against your clit, a broken moan leaving your lips.

He hummed against the dark hickey that formed, “so wet f’me already?”. A shaky breath came from you as he departed from your neck, his gaze now looking down at your skimpy bikini bottom, your legs unconsciously opening for him as his fingers teased the wet spot on the cotton. Your lip came between your teeth, tugging on it gently as you looked around, “b-baby.. not here..”, you mumbled. “nobody will see us, baby,” he whispered.

Your silence was loud, causing him to smirk further, leading him to slide down what was left of the bikini down your tan legs. Tossing them to the side, you were left bare. “now this, is a nude beach,” he joked, parting your legs even further. An expression of amusement came over his face, your wet cunt glistened in the sun as he parted your folds with his finger. His middle finger gently dipped down, collecting your wetness, smearing it up to your sensitive clit, biting his tongue as you jolted at the sensation. “t-tom..” you whined, “shut up,” tom replied, his tone stern.

He looked back at you again, your eyes full of neediness, masked by hesitance. Without warning, his finger prodded at your entrance, slipping into you. Groaning softly, your hand searched for stability, gripping onto the hot sand. He cooed softly, watching his finger slowly pump in & out of you. The sound of your wet cunt mixed with those of the waves, your tiny moans seeping in here & there. “look at how slutty you look,” he tsk’ed, shaking his head menacingly. You whined again, biting your lip as his finger curled up, “just begging to be fucked..” he continued.

His cock began to ache, your whimpers & sight of you now riling him up. He bit his own lip looking down at his erection, begging to be freed from its restraints. A certain whimper of yours was enough. He pulled his finger out, your eyes snapping open in confusion before he manhandled you. You yelped lightly as he pulled you up, mumbling a small “c’mon,” moving you to the side as he laid where just were. His hands pulled at your hips, making you straddle him. He reached down, pulling his cock out of his trunks, red & leaking from the tip.

His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping himself a couple of times, mouth parting open in pleasure, “you’re gonna ride me, ‘kay, princess?” his voice hoarse. You nodded, complying with his orders as you lifted yourself just enough. He gripped your hip with one hand, the other now holding his cock, rubbing the tip between your folds, aiming for your clit. “f-fuck,” you whimpered, your hand leaning on his chest for support. Once aligned, he began pulling you down on him, your cunt stretching out as he entered. You gasped softly, him letting out a moan at the same time. You sunk down further, feeling the burn of his cock penetrating you deeper until you were completely sat on his cock.

The fear flashed back into your mind, snapping you out of your dazed state for a moment. You turned your head, frantically searching for anyone who might be near, afraid of catching you two in the act. His fingers grabbed your chin, forcefully making you look back at him, “forget about that. just ride my cock,” he gruffed, squeezing your hips in a demanding manner. You lifted your hips as much as you could before slamming back down. Immediately, his hands gripped your ass, helping you with the rhythm.

You cried out in pleasure as you bounced on his cock, his tip kissing your cervix as you rode him faster. “fuck, baby. just like that,” he gasped, throwing his head back. You whined in response, slamming your hips harder. The way his cock deliciously stretched you out, being able to feel every vein drove you mad. Within the first few minutes, your legs began to burn, the muscles not needing much before giving out. A small whimper emitted from you as you tried to continue, your bounces faltering. His hand collided with your ass, “c’mon, princess. don’t stop,” he encouraged.

Your nails dug into his chest, your head lolling down as you mustered up the little bit of strength remaining in you to continue bouncing. God, it hurt like hell, yet it felt so fucking good. Small tears pricked your eyes as your legs gave out, no longer being able to do it on your own any further. Your front nearly collapsed on him, your hands preventing you from doing so as your lower half could no longer hold you up, “help me, i-i can’t..”. Without saying anything, Tom took it upon himself. His fingers dug themselves deep into your hips before thrusting up into you wildly.

The sounds of skin slapping over boarded those of the seagulls & waves, your broken moans fueling him to go faster. “take my fuckin’ cock, baby. just like that,” he panted. His cock drove into you deeper, hitting that gummy spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. “f-f-fuck..!” you groaned, thighs shaking as you felt your orgasm approaching. Tom whimpered deeply, his eyes barely being able to keep themselves open, yet the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt gave him strength. His gaze was nothing but lustful, dirty, & everything perverted. “beautiful fuckin’ girl. shit- you gonna cum on my cock, baby?” he teased through the grunts.

You nodded feverishly, his thick cock pounding into you at an inhuman pace, causing you to clench around him. “let go, baby. show daddy how messy you get,” tom mumbled, pushing the hair out of your face. With that, you cried out, legs shaking as your walls closed in on him, a stream of liquid quickly running down & onto his abdomen. His eyes widened, & his cock hardened. “f-fuck! that’s- that’s it!” you grunted, your orgasm washing over, hands now pushing at his chest as you felt you couldn’t take much more.

Tom grunted, slamming you all the way down on him, holding you in place as his hot cum spurted out into you, coating your walls. You whimpered quietly, the feeling triggering something inside of you. Tom remained still for a moment, eyes closed as he recollected himself. You looked down at him, breathless before he caught you by surprise. He lifted you up off of him before pushing you back down, pushing your thighs to your chest, exposing your cunt to him fully. “n-no, tom! i can’t anymore,” you mewled, pushing at his arms that now aligned himself to your entrance.

You could barely keep yourself conscious right now after that orgasm, yet he still had it in him for one more round. The sound of you squirting on him snapped something inside of him, leaving his cock rock hard for more. “just one more, baby. show daddy one more time how messy you get,” he groaned, pushing himself back into your pussy. He snapped his hips in, pulling out, just to ram back in. His pace was brutal, his tip ramming into a different spot of yours.

Your hands flew his biceps, “t-tom! fuck!”. His eyes were locked on your pussy, your hole sore & raw as he fucked you mercilessly, the sloppy sounds of his cock pounding into you becoming louder. “my pretty fuckin’ slut,” he murmured huskily, mouth leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck & teeth nipping. His dirty words went straight to your core, sending shocks down your spine. “this is what you wanted, huh? getting fucked on this beach like the slut you are?”.

“yesyesyes!” you sobbed, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure became unbearable. He angled his hips, thrusting into you with desire & passion. He groaned hoarsely, feeling a knot in his abdomen. You gasped loudly, walls clenching down on his cock, dead giveaway of your orgasm. Swiftly, he pulled out, only to rapidly abuse your clit with his tip. Your hands slammed into the sand, a deep scream escaping your lips as your body shook heavily, squirting hard all over his cock, coating his abdomen. Tom cried out, slamming his cock right back into your hole, his own eyes rolling back as his orgasm hit him like a truck, cum spewing into you.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you moaning simultaneously as you rode out your highs. Tom thrusted in weakly, your hips rolling up into him as you milked it out for as long as possible. Gently, he pulled out, making you wince lightly at the sensation. He looked down at your sex, his cum seeping out of your hole & onto the soaked towel beneath you. He looked back up at you, laughing lightly at your state. Your eyes were barely open, your body covered in sweat & sand, completely breathless. His hand came to soothe your abdomen, “i didn’t know you could do that,” he panted with a smile. Your eyes peeled open, “i didn’t either,” you laughed.

He smiled, kissing your knees before helping you up. “let’s freshen up in the water.”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you left the bathroom. You smiled seeing Tom, sound asleep in bed. You turned the lights on into your kitchen, brewing yourself some coffee before opening up your laptop. “what the fuck?” you mumbled tiredly, at the thousands of emails in your inbox. You opened up at the most recent one by your manager.

subject: EXPLAIN. CALL ME NOW.

link: https.//www.tmz/tomandy/nonbeach/caught.com

Your eyes widened, clicking on the link.

TMZ: PAPARAZZI CATCHES TOM KAULITZ AND GIRLFRIEND, Y/N L/N HAVING FIERY SESSION ON BEACH DURING PRIVATE GETAWAY

Your heart dropped as you scrolled further. There you were. There the fuck you were, photographed as you laid on your back, a blurred circle covering Tom’s hand in between your spread legs, his face buried into your neck. The next was worse, it was you on top of Tom, your head thrown back as his mouth was parted open, your butt blurred as it caught you mid bounce.

The following images weren’t better, catching you completely off guard. Both of you photographed, covered in sweat as Tom spoke into your ear, your legs in the air as he was mid-stroke.

A blood curling scream left your lips, “TOM!”.

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redfoxwritesstuff · 1 month ago

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A Misdemeanor Of The Heart: Chapter 38 (Human Alastor x Married Reader)

AN: I just want to take a moment to celebrate that I finished drafting the first book. We're looking at MisD having a total of 63 chapters, plus follow up one shots and a sequel

CW: Laurence, sexual assault, marital rape depicting graphically, a disgusting lack of Alastor

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The sunset was bright, lighting up the sky in a show that was far better suited for a painting. Pinks, reds and oranges lit up the sky, stretching from one end of the beach to the other and as far out over the water as you could see. Salty ocean air caressed your face, carrying your hair away from your eyes in soft waves.

How long had the sun been setting? You didn’t know. It felt like forever and the blink of an eye.

Turning, looking out over the sea of sad instead of water, you saw nothing. There were no villas. No boardwalks. No paths with vendors selling too greasy foods. It was just sand as far as you could see.

Further down the coastline, something lay on the ground, drawing you toward it. Walking forward, the sound of waves licking the sandy shore and gulls soaring through the sky was all you could hear.

There were no shoes on your feet, you realized and you were dressed in that dress Alastor had gotten for you. The hem danced around your legs, reminding you of the teasing touch of his fingers on your skin.

That wasn’t right.. It needed to be hidden away, protected. You should go back to the city, to your husband and your life, but you didn’t want to. It was pain there. Here? It was sunset, waves and peace.

You liked it here.

The sand was soft under your feet and the sun warm on your skin. Why would you leave this place? This was a place where you had been happy. Safe. Those things were not a part of your life before. It was human to want to be safe, to be happy, right? It was alright to cling to this place, those feelings… wasn’t it?

Drawing closer, you saw the thing in the distance was a blanket. It spread over the sand in a square of bright, blood red. No, that wasn’t right. It was as red as the setting sun in the sky, still having not yet moved lower. You blinked and a bottle of wine was on the blanket, two glasses resting against the soft fabric. Had they always been there?

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

You turned to face the voice calling to you from behind. Alastor. He was here too. Of course he was. He was as much a part of what made this place everything it was as the sun, water and sand was.

That wasn’t right, either. He was more than the sand. More than the sun. More than the water. Take everything else away and he was what made your safe, happy place what it had been.

“Waiting for me?” You didn’t feel your lips move as you spoke. Perhaps the feeling of his arms wrapping around you, strong hands sliding along your waist as he pulled you against his body distracted you from the feeling.

“All of my life,” he whispered as he leaned down, kissing you.

Soft lips moved against yours. Pressure and warmth surrounded you as you wrapped your arms around him. Bodies pressed against each other, eager for the feeling of one another.

“Alastor,” you whispered, eyes sliding closed as your back hit the blanket, though you never registered your balance shifting or the feeling of falling. There was nothing between your back and the soft surface. You didn’t know how that could have happened. Instead of questioning where your clothes had gone, you simply accepted it, as you accepted everything else in this world.

Your eyes opened to take in him, looking down at you with nothing but love and adoration. His jacket was gone, as was his tie. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone though they hadn’t been before. His hands were strong, wide and long against you as he caressed your skin.

“I want you,” you whispered. “Please, Alastor. I want you.”

“You have me,” he somehow said, his lips never leaving your skin as he kissed his way down your chest.

“I wish you,” you gasped as his hands caressed your folds. Looking down at him, you realized his shirt was gone. Where had it gone? It wasn’t anywhere around you. “I wish you were my husband.”

“I am,” Alastor said, smiling too wide up at you as he kissed his way back up your body. The smile on his face stirred dread within you. Some part of you feared that smile. It was one you’d only seen in the briefest of glimpses. It was the smile of a rabid beast wearing the skin of a man.

There was no memory of him nestling himself between your legs, but you realized he was as something hot and firm dragged against your thigh. You realized it was his manhood as his lips caressed your neck, leaving stinging nips against delicate skin.

“If you’re my husband, that means we can-?” Modesty was lost on the beach, though you didn’t see a single person out other than you to see your sinful display.

Alastor didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed himself through your folds. The head of his cock caught your entrance, and you realized he hadn’t breached you with anything else this time.

“Alastor,” his name was a prayer on your lips as he stretched you around him. It felt as wonderful as his fingers. There was no pain, no burning. There was no memory of the shedding of clothes either, though you wished for it dearly. There wasn’t a single part of this moment you wanted to forget, even as the moment seemed to threaten to run through your fingers like the sand under you.

Strong hands gripped you, holding you tightly. Tighter and tighter, he dug your fingers into your hips. Pain. The pleasure was being chased away by the pain of his hands on your hips.

“No,” you whimpered, looking down to see pale pinkish hands instead of the warm tan. “No,” the sob as you looked up to a man with cold blue eyes and too blonde hair.

No.

“No,” you sobbed, body rocking against the bed as sleep crusted eyes struggled to blink open. “No,” You grabbed weakly at the man atop you, pushing his naked chest from you with what little strength you could manage.

Laurence leaned back and grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head as his cock slipped in and out of you. You hated the way it felt, but worse, you hated it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

It hurt, but not as much as it typically did.

“What were you dreaming of?” Laurence whispered in your ear, “to have you wet as a whore?”

You wanted to ask him how he knew what that felt like, but the hairs you had brushed off the bed told you all you needed to know. There was someone that he made feel good. It just wasn’t you because he didn’t care, just as Alastor had said.

“I don’t,” you gasped as he knocked the wind out of your lungs with the force of his thrusts. “I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

Tears streamed down your temples as Laurence pounded into your quickly drying core. You didn’t want the hurt. You didn’t want the pain. It was a dream, being with Alastor and you didn’t want to be awake for reality.

Why did you have to wake up? Why couldn’t you have slept through this? Why couldn’t you have slept forever? Why did you ever have to wake again?

“You’ve got such a sad look on your face,” Laurence pinched your cheeks, supporting his weight on his other hand as he squeezed, still thrusting into you. It was different this time. He wasn’t racing to his finish. “You left for a whole weekend to go help birth a baby, prepare for our own.”

He was prolonging it to hurt you. It wasn’t something you could explain, but you knew it in your heart. He was doing what he was not for his satisfaction but to punish you for how your body betrayed your dreams.

You sighed in relief as he pulled from your body, thanking whatever god there may be for the absence of him inside of you. The relief was short-lived as he grabbed your arm with bruising force, pulling you up as he moved away.

There wasn’t a chance to gain your bearings as he flipped you onto your stomach. Pain seared through the back of your head. Laurence’s hand tangled your hair harshly, pulling you up onto your arms. An arm snaked around your waist, pulling you onto your knees.

“Laurence, wa-” Your question dissolved into a shattered gasp as he shoved his length into your quickly drying opening. Pain quickly bloomed as he worked in and out of you. He was so harsh. Each thrust against you felt like his whole body weight was slamming into you. The force of each thrust shoved you forward, pulling against his hand in your hair.

He was punishing you, but you didn’t know what you had done. It hurt. He was hurting you. You could feel yourself ripping as skin became dryer, only to become wet again in a different, stinging way. The gasping sobs that fell from your lips did nothing to earn you no mercy from your husband.

It hadn’t hurt when you were slick with the memory of Alastor. The bed squeaked and tapped against the wall with each harsh thrust. Laurence’s grunting pants filled your ears. Clenching your eyes shut, you tried to tune him out.

The pain only got worse as his grip tightened.

You needed to go away. Before, your mind would float away when he had his way with you, but you struggled to do that now. Something else. You had to focus on anything else.

Alastor.

Clenching your eyes shut, you tried to put yourself back in your dream. The feeling of sand failed to replace the feeling of the crumpled bedding under your hands and knees, but that was alright. If you lied to yourself, you could say it was the blanket on top of the sand.

You longed for the smell of the beach. Your room rank of stale air and sweat. If only it was Alastor. Alastor wouldn’t hurt you. Alastor never hurt you. You wanted his touches. You wanted his kiss. You wanted his…

You could hear it, the sound of his voice in your head. Alastor, calling your name, singing your sweet praises. Your eyes squeezed closed tighter as you clung to the thread. His eyes, so sharp behind clean wire-frame glasses, looking down at you.

Your mind took the bedroom away from you as you fell into a world of your mind’s own making. It was a world where you heard Alastor’s panting breaths in your ear and it was him working in and out of your core.

The right pair of lips caressed your neck, leaving a trail of teasing kisses that had you gasping. The ghost of his hands caressed over your skin, running down your arched back as he whispered praises and sweet words in your ears. Pain dulled and dissolved away, not gone but dulled by the world you were creating.

Your jaw clenched shut, muffling a sob as his name threatened to slip from between your lips. The member moving into you did so smoother now, lubricated once again by something other than your blood or Laurence’s saliva.

It did nothing to dull the sting as his seed spilled into you, coating the rips in sensitive skin with his salty essence. The pain chased away the fantasy, fleeting though it was, that you were cleaning to. You wanted to reach out to Alastor, to pull the idea of him close again, to shelter yourself in the beach’s memory for a while longer.

Laurance pulled you up and onto your knees, back straight. Though you struggled, there was no way to avoid facing your tormenter. This was wrong, you realized coldly. It didn’t matter if the law agreed or not. It didn’t matter if the church agreed or not. What Laurence did to you was wrong.

It was unforgivable; you decided as he forced you to look in his eyes, only to be struck across the face by the back of his hand. Down you went, body crashing against the bed as his poison seed ran down your thighs, washed out by the bleeding rips inside you. You did not move, though tears ran from your eyes.

“You’re a quiff, ain’t ya?” Laurence seethed. “Who you thinking of?”

“No one,” you plead, pushing yourself up on your hand as he rages over you, looming closer and closer.

His hand wraps over your face, blocking much of both your vision and your breath as he shoves you back. The weight of his naked form settling over you makes your stomach roll. He couldn’t be ready to go again. You were not sure your sanity could take him using your body again.

Pressure surrounded your neck, confusing you for a moment. Then it clicked. His hands were once again around your neck and he was squeezing. Not so hard that you couldn’t breathe, but hard enough that fear widened your eyes and flooded your body with electricity.

“If I find out you’ve been running around on me, I will kill you.” Laurence’s breath stank as it washed over you. The sunlight filtered in from the window. You hated how it lit up his blond hair and the blue of his eyes. “I’ll kill him first and make you watch.”

“No one,” you forced out the words, the pressure on your throat making it a battle to push them out. “No one else,”

Black dots swam across your vision, stealing parts of his face and the room as they grew. It was a losing battle to keep your eyelids up and your eyes focused. Loud ringing in your ears fought your pulse to dominate your senses.

“Are you sure?” Laurence asked, leaning forward until he was so close you feared he would kiss you, “Because a letter from your sister came for you announcing the early birth of a son two weeks ago.”

Blackness claimed you as your eyes rolled back.

The sound of the slamming door was the first thing you were aware of as your mind swam back to your body. It sounded a million miles away, but it was the front door. The car roared to life, closer but still too far away as you blinked slowly, trying to put thoughts, memories and dreams together.

It was a battle to identify which was which.

Pain in your throat told you that you were not waking from a sleep. The pain in your intimate area and the wetness that smeared along your thighs told you that laying with your husband as his wife hadn’t been a nightmare.

He was gone now. You had that to cling to as you forced your body into a sitting position. There had been worse beatings. This wasn’t a reason to lie around on the bed and waste the day away. Laurence would know what you could still get accomplished in the condition he left you.

The floor was cold under your bare feet as you set first one, then another, onto the floor. Putting your weight on your feet had your knees knocking together, but you managed to stand. The sun was warm as it washed over your back.

Outside the window, you watched the world move on. Birds flapped their wings, flying from the large apple tree in the back of the yard. How lucky they were to get to fly away while you were trapped in a cage.

It had been days since you had stomached the bitter powdery taste of aspirin. You hadn’t needed it since leaving home. Laurence had been in a good mood the night prior and in the days leading up to your trip. Now you knew he had been pleasant because he was excited to have his side piece over.

Did he play house with her? Did she make him his meals? Or did her role while you were gone amount to a hole for him to use when he wasn’t able to rip into yours?

It didn’t matter. You told yourself that again and again as you stripped the bedding after dressing in a simple housedress and comfortable shoes. It felt weird to wear shoes in the house after days of kicking them off at the villa door.

Changing the sheets so they were fresh for you had been too much work for a man. You had spent the night sleeping with strands of another woman’s hair. Did she leave her slick in the fabric too? You knew you had left traces of yourself in the villa.

“I miss you already,” you whispered into the silent room as you carried the armful of bedding out. You’d start with the washing and move onto the rest, you decided as you walked through the house.

An aching took up residence in your heart, somehow more painful than the one in your throat or between your legs, but a wife’s duties never stopped for such things. The duties you once took pride in felt more and more like shackles around your ankles, holding you trapped in a life you no longer wished to live with a man you realized a part of you was growing to hate more each day that passed.

Language AN: Quiff is like calling someone a slut in the early 1920s

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beekeeperspicnic · 1 year ago

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Visiting Fulworth

Today @jeremys-come-to-bed-eyes and I went on something that I might have been classified as a "research trip" for The Beekeepers Picnic, if it had happened a few years ago! As it is, there's no hiding that it was just a geeky fan trip.

I didn't invent the idea of Holmes retiring to keep bees in a village called Fulworth - it gets alluded to a few times in the stories, and there is one story set there, 'The Lion's Mane'.

We know Holmes' retirement home is either a 'cottage' or a 'villa', it's a few miles out of Eastbourne, and it's clearly somewhere where it's possible to walk to the sea for a swim. Sherlockian tradition is that the real-life place fitting this description is the village of East Dean.

So, that's where we went - walking from Eastbourne.

This area is famous for it's white chalk cliffs, which are eroding away very quickly. Here is a path to nowhere!

These cliffs are known as the Seven Sisters. They all have names but the only two I remember are Short Bottom and Rough Bottom.

The beach there is all pebbles - I knew that when creating my game, but I felt like a pebble beach just wouldn't look right all in pixels, so I made it sandy instead.

East Dean is absolutely gorgeous, basically everything I could have hoped for.

Here is the village green - flying a Ukrainian flag in solidarity!

And here is Mr Holmes' official cottage. As far as we could tell its now an office of the local estate rather than someone's house, so we didn't feel too weird taking lots of pictures! The Lions Mane implies his cottage is a little way out of the village, but I'll forgive them for putting it in the centre instead.

(I think that the dates are obviously the dates he lived there as recorded by his biographer - our last information on Holmes is from 1917. I think they made the right call not to try to invent a date for his death.)

A lot of the cottages in the area have this really distinctive mixture of pebbles and brick which I think must be a hallmark of the local area, but I was pleased to see a few whitewashed buildings like the ones I put in the game:

Thank you for reading, please enjoy this adorable foal.

#the beekeeper's picnic #sherlock holmes #sussex retirement #sussex cottage

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cleverwolfpoetry · 1 month ago

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Psycho-pass Movie Novel Chapter 6 Complete

Note before reading: sentences in italics represent the character’s thoughts; sentences between square brackets are phone/radio conversations or the voice of dominators or other electronic devices.

“...so, the mission was a failure. And you say that the Japanese agent Tsunemori is missing?”

“Yes. She even acted as if she was helping the guerrillas. She completely overstepped her bounds.”

Standing in front of Chairman Hang’s desk in the office of his official residence in Shambala Float, Nicholas gave the report on the failed operation.

“Be that as it may, she was a foreign guest who was completely in your custody. It is a matter of responsibility,” Hang said coldly.

“But...!”

“I’m joking.”

A joke? He couldn’t really laugh. Nicholas was seething with anger, but he didn’t show it.

Hang continued.

“The Japanese government understands the current state of this country. They wouldn’t have sent her alone so easily if she was a person whose death was problematic for them.”

“...it’s a really unfortunate outcome.”

“If anything, Colonel, you should prepare yourself for even bigger trouble.”

“Hm?”

“It is possible that she was sent here precisely because she is the type of person who would not be expected to die in these conditions, I look forward to reading the next report.”

Though puzzled by the Chairman’s meaningful words, after a silent salute Nicholas left the office.

— What is the Chairman thinking?

Nicholas pondered as he walked down the corridor of the official residence. Lately, he had found himself understanding Hang’s thoughts less and less. Despite being a puppet of the Japanese government, the Chairman had insinuating manners and the number of actions that even the National Military Police couldn’t keep track of were increasing.

MYSTERIOUS CARGOS COMING REGULARLY FROM JAPAN[1]

(If I make any more mistakes...!)

Chairman Hang might even leave me out.

Nicholas Wong, the country’s most effective strategist. — However, knowing too much about the secrets of Shambala Float is a double-edged sword. When the Sibyl System is fully operational, I can’t rule out the possibility that I’ll be left out. Even Sem, that excellent soldier, had been discharged simply because of an injury he received during a military operation. This was the perfect pretext to do so, as he was inclined to doubt the government’s actions. Sem, who could not even receive medical treatment and was thrown away like rubbish, is now the leader of the anti-government guerrillas.

... I have the feeling that the government and the National Military Police have repeatedly made serious errors of judgement in recent years.

— What can I do? Even if I have to clean up for a puppet, it’s my own important job.

(What about using that man?)

He’s expensive, but I have no choice.

If all goes well, I may be able to sweep the guerrilla away on the way.

— The calm surface of the sea reflecting the subtropical sunlight and the subtle sound of the waves. A single islet floating in the Nansha Archipelago[2]. There, an inappropriately rustic pier had been built on a white sandy beach that seemed to glitter. A heavily armed high-speed boat was moored at the pier.

On a small hill several hundred metres inland, a colony of Livistonas[3] grew densely. A Provencal-style villa stood there, cutting through part of the palm trees. It looked like a holiday home in an aristocratic colony. A mercenary corps had built a large resort on this island. The countries around the world that hadn’t imported the Sibyl System had essentially fallen into ruin, but their piece of land was the only one that was different. A paradise for the mercenary aristocracy, protected by weapons half a century old — the latest “at the time”. All over the island, young men and women from the southern lands, taken by force, had been forced to work.

A man was relaxing on the open deck of the villa, in a spot reached by the shade of the trees. Sitting comfortably in an armchair, his long legs crossed, he was reading a French book, tasting it bit by bit.

“Peau noire, Masques blancs”

He was a muscular black man with an intellectual look. His right arm and left leg were prostheses made of a special alloy. As he read, he occasionally tasted bourbon whisky, holding it in his mouth.

His name was Desmond Rutaganda.

The king of this island. Rutaganda, the king of the mercenaries.

His portable terminal flashed as he received a call.

“...mm?”

He closed the book and started the voice call.

Through a hologram, the face of Nicholas Wong, a profitable customer, was cast from the portable terminal.

[I have an urgent job I’d like to ask you to do. You will be generously rewarded, of course.]

“That would be welcome. Everyone here has too much time on their hands.”

Rutaganda stood up. He took off his reading glasses and placed them on the table. From the open deck he could see the beach. A beautiful beach — however, looking closely at it, one could see the targets lined up for shooting practice. A few slaves who had behaved defiantly had been tied to wooden posts in the ground as a warning. After being tied down so that they couldn’t move, they were aimed at parts of the body that were unlikely to kill if hit, such as the abdomen and legs, and filled with bullets. The slaves, who had been shot for several hours or days, were in great pain. Illuminated and dried by the sun, they would have become shrivelled corpses exposed to the sea breeze.

[There are two Japanese among the guerrillas who have set up their headquarters near the ancient ruins. A man who joined this group and an inspector who came from Tokyo to arrest him. These two... I want you to take care of them.]

“The guerrilla is one thing, but an inspector too? An agent of the Japanese government, right?”

[She might stick her nose into our business in the future. She’s a hindrance.]

“Good grief! Ever since you got involved with the Sibyl, you’ve only been giving us annoying requests.”

[Thanks to the Sibyl, we got our hands on the paradise called Shambala. If you want, you can live a civilised life here. How long are you going to play savages on that little island?]

“At the level of individuals, violence is a cleansing force. It frees the native from his inferiority complex and from his despair and inaction; it makes him fearless and restores his self-respect.”[4]

[...what?]

“You don’t know Frantz Fanon?”

Rutaganda smiled.

Nicholas with a rather offended face, [We are investigating the exact whereabouts of the targets. As soon as we find them...]

“Don’t worry about it. Mercenaries have a unique intelligence network. Most information can be bought with money and valuables. Of course, I will have to charge you separately for the necessary expenses.”

[...]

“I will need landing permits for the military aircraft and IFF identification codes...”

As they moved, Kougami lent Tsunemori his shirt. Since Tsunemori was wearing the PSB fighting uniform, the logo had to be hidden. He couldn’t bring a person who openly identified herself as a government official into a base held by the organised resistance, and since they had gotten wet running from the Ganesha, the shirt could also warm her body.

Ancient temples, completely forgotten, located where the forest gave way to the countryside. The guerrilla base camp, the organisation of the resistance structure, had been built on the ruins of the once flourishing capital. Old people and children lived there, then soldiers.

Kougami stopped the military jeep at the entrance to the ruins. A few local men, old rifles at the ready, approached. One of them, who appeared to be the leader, spoke to him.

“Kougami, who is she?”

“It’s hard to explain... but she’s not an enemy. She’s a guest of mine, Sem.”

The man named Sem was dragging his leg slightly due to some kind of injury. There was also a scar on his head.

“…ah”

Tsunemori hadn’t been able to greet him immediately. She’d been overwhelmed by the strange atmosphere he was in. That didn’t mean that he was a frightening person. Despite the bloodshed he’d experienced, his honest gaze radiated a dignity that hadn’t lost its humanity.

“Did Kougami also show you the way? Then we are comrades.”

The smile and Sem’s outstretched hand finally allowed Tsunemori to greet him with a bow. Despite her confusion, she accepted the handshake.

“I am Sem. I am the leader here.”

“I am Tsunemori Akane. Nice to meet you.”

Tsunemori was still unsure how much she could trust the guerrilla.

The group of ancient ruins appeared tangled with ivy and invaded by wires, on the verge of being swallowed up by the forest. A harmonious sight of vegetation full of life force and gigantic stones burnt and discoloured by the sun. On the other hand, it seemed to be effective in deceiving the government forces. Because of the topography, even bombing didn’t seem to work. The ruins were located in the middle of small mountains with several caves that also served as shelters. In the largest of the old temples there was a great number of barracks and tents. Women and children lived there. The women’s duty wasn’t just to cook and wash, those who seemed to have quick reflexes had joined the men in picking up weapons. The men lived in the soldiers’ quarters nearest the forest. Most of the men worked hard at military training in the open air.

This was the rebel base where Kougami and Tsunemori walked side by side. At that moment, the inhabitants of the base made a gesture as if they were worshipping Kougami. — This is gratitude. Kougami Shinya had gained respect in that base. In the few years that Tsunemori had been fighting crime in Japan, he must have brought these rebels many small victories.

Tsunemori had become incredibly sad. She didn’t want to believe that Kougami’s decision had been right.

A structure that looked like something between a prefabricated house and a tent was Kougami’s place. The leaders of the rebel forces seemed to be gathered on the second floor of the perfect wooden structure. The two of them were alone in Kougami’s room. There was a strange tension. Kougami prepared Java tea for two and sat down in front of her, the table separating them.

“…Is Gino doing well?”

“After that he became an enforcer.”

“I see...”

A look of slight regret appeared on Kougami’s face.

“Is there a new inspector instead of Gino?”

“Yes. She’s not a bad person, but... she looks at latent criminals with too much hostility, and that causes problems in the investigation.”

“Looks pretty tough.”

“Not as tough as your situation, Kougami-san. What are you doing in a place like this?”

“At first, I was looking for a quiet place. I was tired, you see”, Kougami had a distant look on his face as he said this.

“But when I left the Sibyl System, I found that there weren’t any quiet places left. Everywhere in the world was a battlefield. I thought I had trained myself, but I realised how naive I had been. I learned to survive again.”

“But why did you join the guerrillas?”

“Soon after I came to this country, Han’s arbitrary policy and the use of drones to hunt down guerrillas began. It was too much...”

Tsunemori thought back to the battle of the National Military Police led by Nicholas and the battle of the drones to defend the borders.

“So, I decided to teach the resistance forces how to fight them back. The drones are all made in Japan. I know their weak points and the best ways to defeat them.

“What will change in such a way?”

“We may look like this now, but in the beginning, we saw the possibility of winning through perseverance...”

Lighting a cigarette, Kougami continued.

“He may call himself Chairman now, but Han is really just the leader of a military clan. He joined forces with Sibyl to gain an advantage over his rivals. He didn’t want the paradise of Shambala Float. He was only interested in the military drone units he would acquire on the pretext of defending it. That was all he had in mind,” Kougami puffed out a cloud of tobacco smoke with a melancholy look on his face.

“As a result, Han’s power overwhelmed the other military clans and his men became the strongest armed group, but that should have been the end of him. In a sense, the Sibyl System is the ultimate bureaucracy. It would be anathema to a dictator. Once he got to the point where he could rule, he would be completely controlled by the system and rendered powerless. It was only a matter of time before Han found out how terrifying Sibyl could be, and we thought that once he realised that, Shambala Float would kick him out before he could finish building it. That’s what we thought a year ago.”

“But... the outcome was different.”

“Yeah. Han has quietly handed over the real power to Sibyl, and a Japanese-style paradise has been created over the sea... And now armed drones are still running around mercilessly killing the opposition forces.”

“...”

“Maybe there is a back story between Han and Sibyl that goes beyond our imagination. I can’t give up until I find out what it is. Although it’s getting harder lately, you know.”

Despite this pessimism, Kougami’s expression was one of unwavering and strong fighting spirit.

“This... is your justice, Kougami-san. Is it? Without relying on the law, you continue to fight with your selfish stubbornness, involving a multitude of people.”　

“You’ve learned how to talk, uh?”

“You haven’t changed at all. Uh, I’m relieved.”

“...?”

At the serious tone of his voice, Tsunemori softened her expression. Kougami looked doubtful.

“Do you really have nothing to do with the terrorists who came to Japan?”

“Sure, there were some who said that we should take revenge on Japan, the place where Sibyl has its roots. Both Sem and I were against it, so they left that camp... They weren’t a bunch who could work out the way to cross the ocean on their own.”

Tsunemori showed Kougami the faces of Samurin and the others on the holo display of her portable terminal.

Kougami nodded, “No mistake. Samurin, Maa, Nook, Muse, Soban, Simu... It’s them. Are they all dead?”

“The man called Maa is the only one who survived.”

“They wasted their lives...”

Kougami said, looking sincerely sorry.

Tsunemori’s face darkened. She couldn’t tell Kougami how miserable Samurin’s end had been. She was eager to continue the conversation.

“...They even made arrangements to get advanced cracking equipment getting in touch with the receivers of the abandoned blocks. Isn’t that strange?”

“Sure. My guess is that there must have been someone who helped them.”

Both Kougami and Tsunemori fell silent, absorbed in their own thoughts, and after a while, “...somehow it looks like we’re both in a deeper quagmire than we thought.”

Kougami spoke.

“Stay here tonight. At daybreak, I’ll have someone take you to Shambala Float. If you behave yourself, you won’t be harmed.”

“Would it be useless to ask you to come with me voluntarily?”

“Please don’t tell Sem you’re a detective. If they find out you’re a government agent, even they won’t be able to keep their mouths shut.”

The large base of the Resistance forces used a group of ancient ruins. In the darkness of the night, a figure swam in the great river that surrounded it. Swimming at night makes it difficult to get a sense of distance, and amateurs are prone to drowning. However, “she” was far from such foolishness.

Desmond’s group of mercenaries, outlaw spies hired by Nicholas Wong.

Yulia Hanchikova, a member of the mercenary group, was swimming towards the Resistance base.

A woman from old Russia with short hair, her body surrounded by water. The well-trained, tall body was wrapped in a stealth suit, difficult to detect by any sensor. The face was also camouflaged with stealth paint.

The suit clung to her body, thin but highly resistant to bullets.

Rutaganda preferred to conduct military operations with a small number of elite soldiers.

Yulia, Weber, Babangida, Bun and the leader Rutaganda. A team of five in total.

“…”

Yulia was one step ahead as a reconnaissance officer. The woman was carrying a backpack full of sensors. Protruding from the backpack was an antenna made of conductive reinforced plastic. The antenna, which moved like a living creature detecting Yulia’s thoughts, looked like a scorpion’s tail with a stinger. Having confirmed that there were no guerrilla sentries, Yulia emerged from the river. She scattered almost insect-sized micro-drones over a radius of several kilometres. Yulia sent out terahertz waves from the micro-drones and the antenna.

A terahertz wave radar. Terahertz waves include light waves, radio waves and everything in between. By building an optical measuring system, it’s possible to get a highly transparent range. All of Desmond’s mercenaries had contact lenses and handheld terminals for military use. Contact lenses with an ultra-compact display and integrated microprocessor.

An advanced army would have countermeasures against micro-drones and terahertz-wave radars, but the guerrillas didn’t have the technology or the money. On the contrary, the technological power of Desmond’s mercenary group outstripped even Shambala Float’s government forces. Only a few mercenaries and private military companies currently possessed this level of technology. Both were backed by the Japanese government.

The results of the information gathered by the terahertz wave radar were displayed on the contact lens display. In the computer graphics-processed field of view, guerrilla soldiers and weapons in ancient ruins were framed in red. At the same time, accurate maps and the location of guerrilla watchtowers were uploaded.

Immediately, Rutaganda’s instructions arrived.

[Attack the nearest, Watchtower A. Immediately after that, Watchtower B as well.]

“Roger.”

At the entrance to the ancient ruins there were watchtowers made of steel frames that served as lookout posts. Two watchtowers, each with two guerrillas on sentry duty. The watchtowers were about 15 metres high. Yulia, who already knew the enemy’s position, wrapped the conductive reinforced plastic antenna around the steel frame and climbed the watchtower silently.

The watchtower was surrounded only by a low wall and was mainly used to watch out for drones and aeroplanes. Humans weren’t expected to sneak up on it, or so it seemed. The area of the watchtower was five metres square. Stealth kills were quite a challenge in such a space, but Yulia could do it. She climbed up to the watchtower and silently approached a soldiers.

She pulled out a knife and slit the throat of the defenceless guerrilla.

She then moved on to the next guerrilla soldier. She grabbed the rifle sling, pulled it down, covered the soldier’s mouth with one hand and stabbed him in the heart with the knife.

After returning the knife to its sheath, Yulia slinged a suppressed submachine gun on her back. Subsonic bullets are used to minimise the sound of gunfire (when conventional bullets are used, the initial velocity exceeds the speed of sound, resulting in a high-pitched gunshot accompanied by a shockwave). She pulled the trigger, aiming at Watchtower B from Watchtower A. Two more kills without making a sound.

“...Clear”

Yulia informed her comrades via the communication function of her portable terminal.

Desmond’s mercenaries exchanged information through a hologram that appeared from the portable terminals.

“Shall we go?”

The hologram could be typed on directly with the fingertips. Rutaganda moved his index finger and ticked a box on the troublesome watchtower that Yulia had silenced.

“The operation is on schedule.”

Rutaganda moved on foot, the Thai sniper Bun with a jetpack, the French Weber and the African Babangida with a reinforced exoskeleton.

Reinforced exoskeleton — the so-called powered suit. A two-legged, weaponised, armoured suit.

Total height 2.8 metres. One could say it looked like a steel troll. Omni-wheels on the legs and thrusters on the back allowed strong three-dimensional manoeuvrability on uneven ground and in urban areas. Armament consisted of a large-calibre autocannon mounted on the left arm, a multi-purpose guided missile on the shoulder and a rocket launcher.

The military power was sufficient to defeat the guerrillas.

The male tactical adviser known as D (Delta) and the female Japanese investigator known as J (Juliette).

It was evening at the rebels’ base camp — . The light in Kougami’s room faded into darkness.

Tsunemori used the bed and Kougami tried to sleep on a blanket on the floor.

Anyway, it was after they had fought their way through the battlefield. When he calmed down and thought about it, he felt exhausted.

The next morning, he had planned to discuss the further course of action with Sem.

Kougami Shinya and Tsunemori Akane. The strangely tense atmosphere between them couldn’t be erased. Only Tsunemori’s conscience was clear. No, she was too tired, so she was too sensitive, wasn’t she? Anyway, she couldn’t sleep, so she left Kougami’s room.

She looked out of the window of the covered corridor.

“Ah...”

There were probably only a few electrical generators. The guerrilla men lit real fires instead of lighting equipment. The same fires that men used a long time ago.

The night sky was amazingly beautiful.

The stars were crystal clear like gemstones. The guerrilla camp had few lights.

Speaking of the amount of light, such a bonfire was not even a tenth of a streetlamp used in Tokyo. With the ground so dark, the sky was easy to see.

“The sky is amazing,” Kougami had also stood up.

“The stars look like they might fall.”

“In Japan the ground is too bright.”

“And yet the convenience of electricity is useful, isn’t it?”

“Of course, that’s true. The scientific development itself is not bad. The problem is that science and technology are abused for the benefit of a minority.”

We met again after so long —

Kougami remained the same Kougami.

“So, in the end Gino has become an enforcer...?” Kougami murmured with a hint of regret.

“In the old days...popsan…Masaoka-san said ‘I don’t want to see Nobuchika fall and become an enforcer’. If I meet him again in the afterlife, I won’t be able to apologise.” “In such a case...”

“Kunizuka?”

“She’s the same as before... but her crime rate is tending to improve.”

“That’s good news... I suppose. Shion?”

“That person is always the same. She’s the real balancer of Division One.”

“...Kagari?”

“Nothing. He’s still missing.”

He’s not missing.

Kagari has been killed.

She knew that, but if she told him the truth, what would the Sibyl System do? Would it try to kill Kougami?

It had nothing to do with the escape abroad. Fighting the Sibyl System was one thing but knowing the truth about it...it was impossible...Sibyl couldn’t welcome that.

She couldn’t tell the truth... her chest felt so tight.

Still, she couldn’t allow Kougami to find out.

“…Is that so? And Professor Saiga?”

“He’s in seclusion, but he’s allowed to work as an important advisor.”

“So he’s alive, uh… ?”

Kougami smiled faintly.

“That’s a good thing.”

At these words, Akane was also lured into a smile.

...ah, that’s right.

Life is not bad.

“What do you think of me?”

Kougami asked.

“Are you angry with me?”

“If you had not killed Makishima...”

While thinking about the question, Tsunemori replied.

“Ginoza-san’s hue was getting worse. He might have become an enforcer just the same. Besides, even if Makishima had lived, you would have been eliminated, Kougami-san.”

... If that had been the case, I wouldn’t have really forgiven the Sibyl System.

“Therefore, there’s a good chance that your escape abroad... was the best decision. It’s annoying. I would have preferred you to stay more in Japan...”

“I think… I’m inexcusable.”

“The Kougami-san who stays with the guerrillas is so lively that it’s kind of annoying.” “Lively? Running here and there is nerve-wracking...”, Kougami frowned.

“And my mother is in Japan too...”

“Tomoyo-san, right?”

“Yes.”

“I visit her now and then. To take her mind off things, I guess.”

“Thank you.”

“No...”

While saying this, Kougami had such a gentle look on his face.

“Astute”, Akane thought as she looked at him.

“What do you think of her? In my memory she’s a very strong person.”

“Really, she’s very strong. She never showed a weak face in front of me.”

“I can’t be in Japan. Then there are things to do here. It’s beyond my control... Human life is like that.”

Night fell. The bugs piled up around the fire, making a musical hum.

“Kougami-san, isn’t life precious?”

“No, it isn’t.”

“...”

“It’s not a matter of when we’ll die, it’s a matter of how we’ll die.”

The moment Kougami said this, Tsunemori could no longer stand it and burst out laughing.

“Pfff”

Just like that, growing steadily and holding her sides, she had a hearty laugh.

“What’s that for!?”

She had laughed like that a long time ago. From the bottom of her heart.

“Because, Kougami-san...”

...because you said it the way I expected you to.

“No, it’s nothing.”

“How mean. Laughing out of the blue...”

Kougami, shrugging his shoulders, also laughed a little.

The moment Tsunemori's laughter stopped...

“You have grown for good.”

Kougami whispered heartily.

“Is that so?”

Just the sound of those words made Akane feel embarrassed.

“You have the face of a good owner. You also have the face of a skilled hunter.”

“And you really are a stray dog now.”

“A stray dog, what a terrible thing to say.”

“Sure we meet like human beings now.”

“Yes, finally.”

“Isn’t it ironic? Even though we have met like human beings, as usual, a case comes between us.”

“It suits us, doesn’t it?”

So…. it’s a case. The reason why Tsunemori Akane has come here[5].

“One of the terrorists who came to Japan had a rare paper book with him. Proust’s ‘In search of lost time’”

“I bet it was mine. When Samurin was here, he loved to read it. I thought I’d lost it, but he must have taken it with him.”

“Earlier, too, that man called Sem... he said you showed him the way. Are you sure you haven’t become their spiritual leader and not just a tactical advisor?”

She didn’t know if he was aware of it, but Kougami had flinched with a rather displeased expression.

“To be honest, I don’t like it, and it doesn’t suit me either. But unwillingly, it seems that the guys here have been influenced too much by my words and behaviour.”

“Even if you don’t mean to, Kougami-san, you have a force like gravity that draws people to you. Well, it’s like Makishima Shougo.”

“...Do I look like that man to you?”

“You were able to predict Makishima’s next moves better than anyone else. It wouldn’t be strange if you had similar talents and character traits.”

“...at least when I was in Japan, my words never misled anyone. So why now?”

“Because you’ve changed the way you live your life. From one side of the system to the other. No matter how you feel about it, the place you’re standing now is not much different from the one Makishima Shougo stood before.”

“Are you saying that from now on I’ll become like Makishima?”

“No. But there will always be people looking for Makishima’s talents in you. People who are angry and frustrated with society are looking for something, an attractive force that they can trust. They may try to put you on a pedestal like they did with Makishima.”

“That’s annoying.”

“But you have no ambition to try to control people’s hearts. That’s the biggest difference between you and Makishima Shougo.”

Kougami couldn’t help but laugh at Tsunemori’s misunderstanding when she compared him to Makishima.

“If that’s what you thought of that man, then I understand why he’s giving me so much trouble.”

“Huh?”

At that moment, a heavy calibre rifle shot rang out.

[1] MYSTERIOUS CARGOS COMING REGULARLY FROM JAPAN: I wrote it in capital letters because in the book, this sentence is written with dots over the kanjis to emphasise it.

[2] Nansha Archipelago: the Nansha Islands, also known as Spratsy Islands, are are a disputed archipelago in the South China Sea.

[3] Livistona is a genus of palms, the botanical family Arecaceae, native to southeastern and eastern Asia, Australasia, and the Horn of Africa. They have leafs shaped like fans.

[4] Quote from Frantz Fanon, The wretched of the earth.

[5] The reason why Tsunemori Akane has come here: this sentence is expressed from Kougami’s POV.

translation by cleverwolfpoetry @ https://cleverwolfpoetry.tumblr.com/

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"Embarrassed" (Spencer Reid x fem!bau reader)

Category: hardcore fluff, friends to lovers. Warnings: Cursing, Spencer being a little asshole, the BAU being nosy as usual. Summary: Spencer embarrassed himself in front of reader, and the annual FBI beach trip could be the perfect place to make things even more awkward between them. Requested: Nop A/N: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Challenge, hope you guys enjoy it. Prompts used: - He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle? - I don't really like the beach... Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces. - It's like Hotch at the beach- - Next summer we are doing the Alaskan cruise. Masterlist

- “Explain to me again why I have to spend time with you during the weekend when we just spent eleven days working on a case in Oakland?”- Rossi asked as the entire BAU Team walked into a beautiful cabin by the sea, prepared especially for them.

- “Because we have to do the team training, along with all the paperwork it includes. But at least we have a nice view.”- Hotch explained, opening a window, staring at the deep blue ocean in front of them.

- “For once, I’m glad we have to do this stupid program.”- Morgan commented and took off his shirt. - “Sand, sun, and babes, that’s all I need to enjoy my weekend.”

- “We have to get ready for Strauss lecture.”- (Y/N) pointed out and tossed his shirt back- “Please, put this back on. I don’t wanna see your tits around the house.”

Spencer chuckled at those words and Morgan turned to him immediately.

- “What are you laughing about, pretty Ricky? Are there other tits you wanna see around the house?”- Morgan teased his friends, who turned blood red in a minute, coughed, and walked away, to hide in a room, slamming the door behind his back. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms on her chest.

- “You love making him feel uncomfortable, don’t you?”

- “Come on! We all know he has the hots for you, little Mama. When are you going to do something about it?”

- “He is my friend, with a capital F.”

- “You could be doing the capital F if you stopped being so stubborn.”- Morgan replied and turned around. He knew he had crossed the line and didn’t want to give (Y/N) the chance to smack him for being nosy.

Yes, everybody knew Spencer was in love with (Y/N). It wasn’t really a secret after he blurted it out by accident on a supermarket mic during a case investigation in front of the whole team. The entire incident was way too embarrassing to even recall, and the BAU had pretended it never happened. Everybody except Morgan, of course. He loved teasing Spencer every chance he got. The whole episode had been messy, and though it had been a few weeks already, (Y/N) still didn’t have a chance to talk with Spencer about it, and he kept acting like it never happened. That weekend’s Team Training Program at the beach was the perfect chance to fix things between them.

If only Spencer dared talk to her first.

Around half an hour later, a very unhappy team walked out of their cabin, ready to deal with whichever activities Strauss and headquarters had planned for them. The FBI had rented an entire villa for the weekend, to host their annual team training program. Rossi hated the idea, Spencer hated the beach. Hotch hated the fact he was wasting time he could be spending with Jake. JJ hated missing Henry’s soccer game, Garcia hated having to work out so much, and Prentiss hated the fact she couldn’t just lay on a chair at the beach with a drink and just tan a little.

(Y/N) and Morgan were the only ones excited to be there. Morgan still thought he could get a girl, and (Y/N) just wanted to spend a little time with Spencer, and maybe ask him out on a date. After all, a weekend at the beach was the perfect scenario to finally talk about what happened and maybe do something about it.

- “Beach activities are a great way to bring a team together.”- Strauss announced as she walked in front of at least 50 FBI agents. All of them, BAU included, wore dark blue short sleeve shirts with the FBI logo, and grey shorts. Everybody except Rossi, of course. He stood among them smoking a cigar and wearing his everyday outfit.

- “All the team-building games you are about to go through, were designed to promote communication, cooperation, and creativity. They will help our agents build trust, learn to delegate tasks, and enhance problem-solving skills.”

- “Sounds like a boy scout’s speech”- Rossi whispered to Prentiss and she did her best not to chuckle. But of course, Strauss noticed and immediately raised an eyebrow in disapproval.

- “You’ve all been designated with a number, that’s your team. Please form your teams so we can start the first activity.”

(Y/N) sighed, already annoyed. She understood the idea of having to go through a team seminar to improve one’s relationship with their team, but having to know other agents and talk with strangers… wasn’t really into her plans.

- “Hey….”- Spencer whispered as he stood next to her in the middle of the beach, right next to a bunch of agents neither of them had met before.- “I… I think we are on the… same team.”- Reid managed to say, and continued staring at his feet in the sand.

- “That’s great!!”- (Y/N) replied, maybe a little bit too enthusiastically. - “We haven’t… it’s been… well, we haven’t had the chance to talk much lately.”- she knew why they hadn’t talked. It was weird. Still, neither of them had addressed the pink elephant in the room, he just nodded and didn’t say another word for a few minutes.

- “Did you put on sunscreen?”- she asked and Spencer turned to look at her with wide-opened eyes.

- “Ye... yes, yes, I did. I always do”- he stuttered and started rambling right away- “Did you know daily use of SPF 15 sunscreen can reduce your risk of developing squamous cell carcinoma by about 40 percent? and lower your melanoma risk by 50 percent.”

- “Yes, I try to put on sunscreen daily as well, but I usually forget.”- (Y/N) added ‘cos she needed to make that conversation last at least longer than a minute. It was ridiculous, Spencer not even being able to look her in the eyes only because he had accidentally said he loved her in front of a whole crime scene, Nebraska’s police force, and the whole BAU team. Even Garcia.

- “Anyway”- (Y/N) said when she noticed Spencer wasn’t saying anything - “Are you enjoying the trip?”

He stared at her and licked his lips - nearly giving her a heart attack - as he tried his best to find actual words to reply to that question.

- "I don't really like the beach…”- he finally mumbled- “Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces.”

- “Oh…”- (Y/N) sounded disappointed, and neither of them said another word. Their new team gathered around them, and the instructions for the first activity were delivered.

The first team training activity was a beach scavenger hunt. Hotch’s team won ‘cos he was the team leader and… well, he is the best leader in the FBI. Spencer and (Y/N) tried their best, but their group was having serious trouble focusing. Apparently, no one wanted to spend the day at the beach working.

The second team training activity was a beach obstacle course. Morgan’s team won, basically ‘cos most of the agents in his team were pure muscle. Spencer was incredibly embarrassed to even do the circuit, ‘cos he felt self-aware of every one of his moments and that everybody was looking at him. And he ended up tripping on his own feet. Just when he thought he couldn’t embarrass himself more, there he was, face into the sand, hearing the entire FBI laughing at him.

Rossi looked at Morgan and shook his head. The kid needed help. But how?

- “Are you ok?” (Y/N) whispered when Spencer reached her side and he just nodded. - “Your ankle, does it hurt?”- she was honestly worried, but he felt so humiliated he wanted to disappear. So he did, he didn’t even answer her question and walked away. Rossi looked at the scene from a distance and headed to (Y/N)’s side in a few minutes.

- “How is the beach treating you, bella?”

- “I’m hating every minute here so far”- she replied and followed Spencer with her eyes until he got lost between all the people. Rossi noticed, he knew what was torturing her and though they hadn’t ever talked about it, it was clear he had to help those kids.

- “Come on, ragazza. You know he is crazy for you. We all do. You just have to tell him how you feel.”

- “I’m trying, Coronel Cannelloni! but he doesn’t even talk to me. The few things he has mumbled today are the only things he has said to me since “the incident,” and I don’t know what to do!”

- “He is embarrassed.”- Rossi pointed out the obvious and completely ignored the nickname (Y/N) had called him. She usually called him different nicknames just for the fun of it.

- “Well I understand that, but if I already know he loves me…”

- “Embarrass yourself now.”- Rossi suggested and the young woman just stared at him in silence. - “I mean it. Meet him in the middle. You already know he loves you, what’s the worst that could happen?”

- “You know, something bad happens every time someone asks that, right?”- Rossi chuckled at those words and shook his head.

- “It can’t get worse than him stuttering every time he sees you.”

- “I’m sure it can.”

Morgan found Spencer standing against a wall, on the other side of the main building of the complex. His eyes were closed as well as his fists, that he kept hitting against the bricks, over and over again.

- “Hey kid.”

- “Please, not now.”- Derek didn’t say another word for a few minutes. He just stood next to his friends and waited for his tantrum to pass.

- “You know Reid, that woman there loves you. Why don’t…”- and at those words, Spencer just snapped and started yelling.

- “She doesn’t! I don’t know if you remember but I had a little incident the other day with a fucking mic in the middle of a supermarket and everybody heard me telling Garcia how in love I am with (Y/N) and she has acted like nothing happened ever since!”

- “Kid”- Morgan frowned and stood in front of Spencer, holding his arms, trying to calm him down and talk some sense into him. - “You’ve been giving her the cold shoulder every time she tries to talk to you. Don’t blame this on her!”

- “Cold shoulder?! Me? To her? When?”- Spencer chuckled sarcastically

- “Dude, a minute ago she was talking to you and you left her alone in the sand.”

Morgan was right, and Spencer knew it, but he wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of saying it. However, Morgan didn’t sugarcoat things either.

- “And let me tell you one more thing, I saw how the guys from National Security in your team were eying her, and you just left her alone with those assholes after being a jerk. It doesn’t look good. How are you gonna fix it, pretty Ricky?”

Spencer opened his mouth, followed by a long awkward silence.

- “Thought so.”- Morgan sighed, and tapped on his friend’s shoulder - “Come on, let’s go back, and try to talk to her like you did before the incident.”

- “Awkwardly and clueless?”- Spencer whispered, and Derek just chuckled.

- “Just be yourself.”

- “That’s lousy advice, I don’t know how to be anyone else.”- Reid frowned and looked at his friend, who was nearly losing his patience.

- “Just don’t be your asshole self.”

The third and last activity of the day was a sandcastle-building contest. And doing his best to overcome his embarrassment and nervousness, Spencer grabbed a plastic shovel and asked (Y/N) if she wanted to help him with a part of their team construction. His hands were nearly shaking as she kneeled next to him on the sand and started working on their team’s design.

- “How did it go with the kid?”- Rossi asked Morgan, as neither of them even tried to pretend to be into the activity.

- “He is in denial. He swears she doesn’t even like him. What did she say?”

- “The kid is ignoring her and she doesn’t know what to do. So I told her to embarrass herself as much as he embarrassed himself.”- Morgan turned to Rossi and raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses - “What?”

- “Rossi, that's shitty advice. Next time try something like: “Kiss the goddamn fool!” or something like that! I mean, the kid is hopeless and if (Y/N) doesn’t do anything, they are never going to get together.”

- “Give them some credit, Morgan.”- Rossi regretted his words as soon as they left his lips. Spencer was so nervous as he tried to talk with (Y/N) he gesticulated too much and hit part of his castle, causing half of it to crumble down.

- “He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle?”- Rossi whispered and Derek shook his head. The whole scene was embarrassing to watch.

- “And your great advice was “embarrass yourself.” Jesus! I’m gonna have to ask Garcia to hack the system and move them into the same room. This is painful to watch!”

- “Like Hotch at the beach”- Ross pointed out - “He is so sunburned and he keeps getting redder, no matter how much sunscreen he puts on.”

If you asked anyone at the FBI about how the first day of their annual Team Training Program went, they would say it had been a mess. Most agents were sunburned and exhausted after Strauss’ program. Only Morgan and Garcia still felt like going out for dinner and maybe hitting the club, hoping to have some fun that weekend.

Spencer was alone, sitting on the sand in front of the sea. The sun was setting and he just sat there, on his own, doing his best to clear his mind and come up with a plan. But instead, he had nothing but regret. He kept remembering his worst and most embarrassing moments of the day in front of (Y/N) over and over again. It was a bad movie he’d pay not to watch ever again.

- “There you are!” - Prentiss sat next to Spencer and sighed, staring at the scene in front of them.

- “This is beautiful.”- she whispered and Spencer merely nodded. - “Why aren’t you watching this with (Y/N)?”- instead of an answer, Reid just groaned and rested his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes.

- “I’m guessing you didn’t have a chance to talk today.”- Prentiss whispered, knowing very well what had happened. Not like Morgan and Rossi could keep a secret. - “Come on, Reid, you are a fucking genius! Grow a pair and get your shit together”

- “What am I supposed to do? Honestly, ‘cos I’ve tried, but I just… can’t fucking think when she is next to me.”

- “Then don’t think, just act!”- Prentiss nearly smacked Reid as she spoke.- “I don’t think I have to tell you again, she fucking loves you! Do something.”

- “She doesn’t…”- but before Reid could finish that sentence, he felt Emily’s hand against his head, hitting him.

- “Don’t! She loves you! Now stand up, move your skinny ass, and kiss her!”

Reid turned to his friend, still rubbing the spot she had hit, ‘cos it had been incredibly painful.

- “Are you… drunk?”

- “Come on! There is no way I’m surviving sober a weekend with all these agents.”- Prentiss answered and grabbed a tiny gin bottle from her pocket- “Need one?”

- “No, thanks.”

- “Fine… now go! She was having some dinner at our cabin.”

(Y/N) was about to start eating when Spencer got to the cabin. She sat on the terrace with a grilled sandwich and a glass of wine, holding a book. Reid looked at her from the other side of the house and took a deep breath before he continued walking.

- “You’ve got this.”- he whispered to himself - “You can do this.”

- “Hey Spencer!”- (Y/N) watched him approach and smiled so wide he even stopped breathing as he stared at her.

- “You are not doing this.” - he admitted as he sat down on the chair across from (Y/N) and cut her a little smile.

- “Did you eat?”- she asked and offered half her sandwich, but Spencer shook his head and smiled.

- “Thanks, I’m not hungry.”

- “Sure? It’s your favorite. Lots of cheese and zero veggies.”- (Y/N) teased and smiled at Spencer. He blushed and looked at his hands on the table, trying to find the words to finally say what he had to.

But he never found them, instead, they fell into a comfortable silence. (Y/N) finished her sandwich and Spencer read half of her book. The one he had gotten for her a few months earlier. Neither of them said a word, just looked at each other from time to time and smiled awkwardly.

- “So… I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”- (Y/N) finally said as she folded her paper napkin a million times, in a sad and pathetic attempt at making origami.

- “Wh… wha... what about?”- Spencer stuttered immediately. Not a good sign. (Y/N) looked at him and felt bad about how nervous he was. But he had to tell him, he deserved to know.

- “I have to tell you something, but I can’t tell you here. Can you come with me, please?”- the young agent stood up and offered Spencer her hand. He hesitated, not knowing what was happening. But she just smiled and he reached out and held her hand.

(Y/N) drove in silence for a few minutes. They didn’t go too far, Spencer asked a few times where they were going and what was so important that she couldn’t just tell him in the car, but she refused to say a word. Instead, she just smiled and shook her head.

- “Just wait a second.”

Spencer didn’t get it when she parked outside a small supermarket, he just followed her in silence and watched her walk straight to an aisle and then to customer service. Reid didn’t register anything, he just followed her with honest curiosity. Until he saw her grabbing the mic and locking eyes with him.

- “Spencer Walter Reid. I am so fucking in love with you.”- the few people that were shopping at the hour turned to look at her and the young agent simply giggled.

- “Wh… what?”- Spencer stuttered, feeling his red burning red.

- “I love you. I’ve been in love with you for so long.”- (Y/N) kept talking to the mic, until one of the girls in the staff walked up to her and nearly yelled she couldn’t do that. But she (Y/N) didn’t care if she got kicked out of the store. She just cared about Spencer, who kept staring at her in disbelief.

- “Come on dude! Kiss the girl”- some random guy said and slapped his arm, forcing him to react. But before he could do anything, (Y/N) grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Spencer wide opened his eyes as it happened, and watched her winking as she slipped her tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss.

- “You… do?”- Reid whispered as he gasped for hair when the kiss was over.

- “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you but you kept running away from me.”

- “I was so embarrassed after that happened I…”- but Spencer couldn’t continue speaking, (Y/N) started kissing him again, and some of the customers watching the scene even clapped.

- “What the hell is going on here?”- a sunburned Erin Strauss asked in shock, shoving a small cart with twenty bottles of aloe vera gel, but David Rossi just chuckled and stood next to her, staring at the scene.

- “Let the kids have tonight. You can make their life under the sun miserable tomorrow.”

- “By the way, next Summer, we're doing the Alaskan cruise.”- she added and started walking away- “Agents, tomorrow we’ll have a serious conversation.”- both Spencer and (Y/N) nearly jumped as they heard her voice when she passed by their side, but Rossi just winked at them.

- “Ok, now I’m embarrassed”- (Y/N) whispered and felt Spencer holding her hand. But she didn't really care if Strauss had seen them. It was all worth it when she stared at Spencer’s sweet smile as they walked out of that supermarket.

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