#they wouldve poured their hearts into loving them and raising them

[barrygeuse]

you guys ever think about the absolutely wonderful parents the maitlands would’ve been? yeah, they’re more than great to lydia & i love seeing how they interact with her as paternal figures. that’s another post entirely

but that’s so different from them with a little kid. i mean, you can see it too, right? you know adam would be the best at making that kid laugh. “don’t worry, barb, honey. i’ve got this.” making silly faces to stop tears from scraped knees, ones that make his wife laugh, too.

barbara would sing to that baby every night. adam would find her asleep in the nursery and have to carry her to their bed, shaking his head with a smile as he checks the baby monitor to see her there again.

they deserved the life they didn’t get to finish living.

[harryxmac]

Horny and Hungover

MASTERLIST

warnings: SMUT

in which, harry and you wake up new years day, horny and hungover

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Your eyes fluttered opened, you had to blink a couple of times to get rid of the blur that coated your eyes. The van above Harry’s bed spun too quick for your head to comprehend. It ticked ever so few seconds, which bugged the life out of you.

As you watched the fan, you suddenly became way more aware of your current state. Your sweaty body, the pounding headache, fuzzy tongue and the ache without even moving. 

As you watched the fan tick along, you felt your head become heavier. You moaned in frustration.

“Darling? I think I’m dying” The man beside you speaks. You tilt your head to catch a glimpse of the body.

You knew who it was, surprised you had both made it up to bed together rather than being scattered across the house made you giggle a little. Harry’s tanned, tattooed torso sat idle in the sheets, the sheets barley leaving him decent. 

“You aren’t dying”

Memories of the night before, flooded your mind. Singing with Harry’s and yours friends, counting down the seconds until you entered a new decade and the drink, oh the drink that entered your body. 

You remember on top of his breakfast bar, standing and screaming at his friends and family as his shakes a bottle of Dom just seconds before midnight. 

You were elated to say the least last night, but remember Anne shaking her head whilst laughing at her normally conservative son. 

Harry was too buzzed to care, trying to get everyone to join him on the breakfast bar, but no one would, which left Harry pouting and looking at you. For he knew that no matter how crazy or docile he was, you’d support him. His crazy was yours, and his calm was yours. Visa versa.

Being on top of the breakfast bar, screaming ‘Happy New Year!’ as Harry pours the champagne worth £ 500 in your mouth.

“Nope, I’m definitely dying, the world won’t stop spinning”

“That’s the fan”

“Oh, yeah”

You giggle at your boyfriends stupidness. But nevertheless, can't help but turn your body to face him.

Granted, right now, after the night you guys have had, you both look a little disheveled. But, you can’t help but still find your boyfriend absolutely gorgeous.

“Can’t believe I drank that much” You sighed.

Harry turns his head to look at you, smiling his pearly whites to you. He raises an eyebrow, almost to mock you.

“What! Totally didn’t intend to” You smiled.

Harry stares back at the ceiling to admire his fan once more.

“Surprised we didn’t end up shagging, you’re always up for a shag after a few drinks” He smiles.

Harry moves down to adjust his cock a little under the thin sheets.

Its true, it's been known that the two of you always end up a little horny after a few drinks. Like the time you shagged in Nick’s upstairs bathroom because too many glasses of wine later and you were  both making love heart eyes at one another.

Or the time at Anne’s, when you’d gone there for a BBQ with full intentions to come home and snuggle under Harry’s bed sheets. But, Harry ended up having too many beers to drive, so you opted to say at his Mum’s. However, Drunk Harry meant Horny Harry. Which ended up you being pounded into his old childhood bed.

But, yet, this New Years Eve, you ended up in bed, like normal people.

“We could have had a shag, I don’t remember anything after the breakfast bar” You suggested.

Harry pauses for a moment, almost like he's trying to gather information of last night's events to see if any of them left you two in bed hot and sweaty and begging for one another, they didn’t.

“Definitely wouldve’ remembered shagging yeh.” He concludes.

You notice Harry begins to grow a little uncomfortable under the sheets, a prominent dick tenting at his expensive sheets.

You reach your hand to go under the sheets, only to move it across to come into contact with his cock, holding it in your hand, you feel the heaviness of it sinking into your hand.

Harry hisses at the touch, yearning for you to do a little something now that you’re here.

“Babe” He breathes.

You watch his facial features as his face tenses when you move slightly, or how he bites his lip a little too tight when you rub your thumb over his tip.

“Maybe we should reimburse ourselves, you know.” You suggest, Harry’s nodding before you can even finish your sentence. 

You raise yourself a little, to move onto his legs, to perch their comfortably. You head spins a little, but you are sure that you’ll be fine once you see Harry putty beneath you. 

You sit on his right thigh, rubbing your naked sex along his thigh, just to give him an idea of how wet he makes you.

Harry’s eyes bulge as your slick pussy grinds itself down on his toned thigh. With his cock still in your hands as you repeatedly stroke, he feels as though he might just explode. 

“You like that?” You whisper. Harry nods.

You feel yourself catching your clit as you grind down on him, moving just right so you keep rubbing it against his thigh, right over his tiger tattoo that you always make sure he knows you love.

“Fuck, blimin’ ‘ell” You groans.

“Harry” You groan.

Harry knows what you’re asking. He knows you need a little help to get you where he is at, at his state of pure bliss.But, the selfish part of him wants you to carry on, but he needs to fuck you.

He taps your hip lightly to signal you to lie back down, and you do so.

His cock springs up to his tummy when you let go to move, and the feeling makes him tense, he’s not sure if its the loss of contact or how fast it sprung up.

He moves to tower over you, you’re naked. Deliciously naked and Harry knows that if he wasn’t moments away from cumming on you (in you he hopes) that he would take each sweet moment of the new day in the decade to kiss every inch of your skin so he can say that your decade started by you being worshipped.

But, this isn’t the time for that. He can’t think about how sweet your neck would taste as he suckles on that spot, or how could your perfume is that's lingered on your skin nor can he think about how you take sharp breathes in when he kisses down the valley of your breasts slowly until he comes face to face with your beautiful mound.

No. He needs to fuck you. Fuck you hard and fast so that depsite the fact he can’t worship every inch of your skin, he can bliming well fuck you well at the start of the decade.

Now you are the one that's putty. Underneath him you can’t think about anything but him. He consumes you. 

Harry holds his cock in his hands, tugging himself a little, to poke his red head at your entrance, trying to see if you are wet enough. Sure, his thigh was dripping with your arousal, but he likes to get his tip ready too.

Slowly he steps in your tight pussy, ensuring to go so slow just to wind you up. He knows he has succeeded when you grab hold of his shoulders tighter, drawing him closer. 

“Harry” You moan.

Harry’s in another world to even consider giving you what you want. He knows that teasing you is the easiest way to make you cum. Because by the time that he’s pounding into you, you’ve thought about him doing so for such time that you’re already close.

Harry begins to thrust, moving his hips at the most perfect pace for you both. He moves his hand down from beside your head to touch your clit a little. Slow circular motions mixed with the way he’s quickly pounding into your.

You feel yourself sinking lower and lower into bed and he pounds faster and harder each time.

“My heads fucking spinning and I can’t tell if its my hangover or the fact that this feels so fucking good” He moans. 

You laugh momentarily before the feeling of his thick big cock inside your pussy consumes your every thought. 

“Yes Harry” You moan, feeling yourself coming closer.

“Wanna come for your Harry?”

“My Harry?”

“Your Harry, always baby”

“Harder”

Harry gives his every effort with the last few minutes promising with each thrust you make you cum.

And, with every fibre in your body exploding you cum. The euphoric state takes over every inch of your body. Harry’s still moving inside you, trying to reach his own bliss, and sure enough, seeing you all fucked out against the bed, he cums minutes after.

“Fuck” Harry says. 

He’s still in you and he doesn’t want to move. The feeling all over his body is tingling and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before with anyone.

“Harry you need to move, I need to pee” You say, Harry groans in frustration. If he had it his way, he’d stay in you all day, keeping his cock nice and warm.

But, slowly he moves out of you, his eyes tightly shut because it feels so good, even moving his cock out of you.

He watches you lift from the bed, being a little wobbly on your legs as you walk to his en-suite. Harry lays back, moving the covers over him again. 

He stares at the ceiling, that ticking noise becoming annoying now that Y/N’s mentioned it.

When he hears to knocks at the bedroom door, he grasp the sheets a little tighter, knowing he’s still that little hard.

“Yeh?!” He calls. 

Peering round the door, Anne comes into eye contact with her son.

“Um. Just wanted to let you know that I’ve grabbed some breakfast, are you and Y/N joining us?” She asked.

Harry began to feel his face turn a shade of red. 

“Yeah, we’ll be down in a minute.” He smiles a little.

“Clean up a lil, yeah?” She asks.

Harry nods.

“Yeah”

[shhh-no-ones-home]

skeleton key slash x reader

+++++++++ i wanted something cute and fluffy but ive been in a mood lately so here ya go lol, its kinda cute and fluffy but starts a little disconnected and stand-offish

i edited this but if i missed anything sorry lol

Song: ill always be around by waterparks

tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse @slashscowboyboots @smokeandmirrorz +++++++++

i sat against the wall of the dressing room and swirled the unopened bottle of beer against the tile floor in front of me. it made a mesmerizing sound as the glass scraped against the linoleum. it was the only thing really keeping my attention. it had been a rough couple of days and i wanted nothing more than to feel normal again.

i watched slash slide down the wall out of my peripherals, hearing him sigh as he hit the floor with his full weight. we sat in silence until i broke my trance, opening the bottle finally, i just stared down into it. slash cleared his throat but i didnt look at him.

"You okay?"

He asked, nudging my arm with his elbow. I took a quick swig of my beer, making a sour face at the taste.

"As okay as I usually am."

I sighed out.

"So not very?"

He asked, sending me a look. I looked over at him and shrugged.

"I'm sure things could be better but I'm living life one day at a time."

He shook his head.

"That's no way to live."

i sighed again, taking another drink.

"is it ever?"

he hummed.

"well no, but whats been up lately? you haven't really seemed like yourself."

i took another swig.

"havent i?"

i asked, raising a brow quickly. he frowned at me.

"none of us think so. the rest of the guys have noticed it too. you arent the same as you were a week ago."

i sighed, dropping my head back into the wall and looking to the ceiling.

"im lost."

he looked a little confused.

"youre lost?"

i looked over at him, watching his hair as it fell into his face.

"i dont know, my mood just tanked all of a sudden. i have no drive, i dont want to do anything. the only reason im here is because i have to be."

he tried to examine my face but i was on the whole expressionless.

"you couldve stayed on the bus, not that it wouldve helped, but you couldve."

i let out a short laugh, bringing the beer bottle to my lips.

"i thought getting out wouldve made an impact, ya know, keep myself busy to forget about it."

He nodded.

"it didnt."

I said and he sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. i looked back ahead of me, staring at the wall. we sat in silence for a bit until he shot up, drawing my attention and looking at him like he was crazy. he offered his hand to me.

"come on."

he said, more chipper now. i raised a brow.

"what?"

he shook his hand, wanting me to take it.

"come on, get up. we're going on an adventure."

i drew my brows before reluctantly taking his hand, setting my beer on the ground where i was just sat.

"where are we going?"

i asked as he pulled me out of the room and into the hall.

"It a surprise, but you have to come along to find out, thats why its an adventure."

i followed closely behind him, still unsure about the situation he was dragging me into. he walked comfortably down the hallway, looking from room to room as we went. i just watched him, trying to figure out what he was really after as we moved further into the venue. he nodded to the venue workers as we passed them, his grip on my hand getting tighter, making it known to them that we were attached. he relented as he ducked under pipelines and around mic stands. suddenly i was forced into someone.

"hey! watch where youre going!"

i heard as i looked up with wide eyes. in front of me was a large bald man with a stern gaze and i suddenly realized i was no longer tethered to slash. i looked to my suddenly empty hand in panic before looking back up the man.

"whats your deal?"

he asked, harshly. i looked around but the curly mess of hair was nowhere to be found. i breathed deeply.

"do you speak or are you just here to get in the way?"

the man said a bit louder. i jumped.

"no, i, i, uh-"

i stuttered out. he looked like he was waiting for an answer.

"you just gonna stand there looking stupid with your hand in the air or are you gonna move out of my way?"

he grunted out. then my hand got snatched away from me and i looked to slash with relief.

"sorry dude, i guess i lost my girl."

he apologized, pulling me to him. the man watched us as slash led us away from the man.

"keep her on a leash or something! i dont have time for road blocks!"

he called after us. slash waved his hand in the air.

"will do man."

he said before looking at me like 'yeah right' and making me giggle. slash looked around before ducking into an empty room.

"dude i thought id lost you there for a second. i saw one of the crew and went to squeeze your hand and i realized youre hand wasnt in mine anymore."

he let out a nervous laugh.

"it looks like i found you just in time though cause that dude looked like he meant business."

i nodded in agreement.

"yeah that was kinda scary."

we both laughed a little at the situation.

"but i found this place."

he said excitedly. i looked around, it was dimly lit but the furniture looked much better than the dressing rooms we were in. part of me wondered if it had been an office at one point but was now a storage room. i looked up as the light flickered overhead.

"spooky."

i said happily, raising my brows at him.

"well, im glad you like it cause i set this up for us."

i drew my brows as he took my hand again and led me around the bulky couch in the middle of the room. my mouth dropped at the layout of food, wine, and candles on the floor; all of it arranged on top of a black blanket.

"where did you get all of this?"

i asked, a bit shell-shocked. he half smiled at me, rubbing his arm.

"Well, i noticed youve been down for a bit and wanted to do something nice. i also figured we had a decent amount of time before the show starts so i went out and got this stuff earlier with a little help from duff and he helped me set it up. all i had left to get was you."

i could feel tears stinging my eyes. no one had really ever done anything this nice for me before and it made my heart ping. He really new what to do to make me feel better, he always did. i sent him a smile before pulling him in for a hug. he held me tightly to him, burying his face into my neck.

"thank you, slash, it means a lot."

i whispered against him. he pulled away and helped me sit.

"i wasnt sure exactly what you would like but we asked the lady at the shop down the street what she would want and thats just kinda what we got."

he said bashfully. i leaned over and kissed his cheek quickly.

"its great. really. it is."

i reassured as he started pouring two glasses of wine. he cleared his throat as he handed me one of the glasses.

"i, uh, also had a question for you while we're here."

he looked down at the blanket, and i almost thought i saw a small blush on his face but it was hard to tell in the low light.

"ask away."

i said raising  the glass to him in cheers and taking a sip. i watched as he swirled the liquid around in his own glass.

"well, i was wondering, if maybe youd want to go on a date with me. like officially."

i smiled widely at him.

"id love that."

he gladly returned the smile.

"great! i mean i know weve kind of gone on a date before but it wasnt legit, and yes i kind of blame axl for ruining that one-"

i laughed a little bit, shaking my head.

"lets call it a trial run."

i said, making him laugh too.

"well then i already feel more comfortable."

he clinked his glass against mine in cheers.

"same here."

i took a sip before setting the glass down and resituating to sit with my legs crossed under me.

"now, lets see what that lady made you buy."

i joked, prompting him to move the little basket he had acquired closer to me.

"dont blame me if its terrible."

he said through a laugh. i sent him a warm smile.

"thanks for this slash, you really know how to make a girl feel better."

he nodded.

"no, i know how to make you feel better, and i wouldnt have it any other way."

it was my turn to blush, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks at his words.

"im glad you have the thing that opens the door to my emotions or else this tour would be much harder."

i noted, taking a small box out of the basket and setting it next to me. he snorted.

"like a skeleton key to your happy place."

he said. i nodded.

"exactly!"

he laughed a little bit before taking another sip of his wine.

"you have no idea how happy that makes me."

he said, leaning back in his spot. i leaned over, close to him.

"the feeling is mutual."

i said lowly, watching his eyes flicker to my lips.

"can i kiss you?"

he whispered out, looking back to my eyes. i nodded. his hand found its way to my face, caressing my cheek gently. like a slow motion film, he moved forward, it felt like every anticipation building inside me before our lips finally met. it was soft and warm and he tasted like the wine. when he pulled away i felt like my home had been ripped from me and i missed it immediately.

"cant wait for that date."

he laughed out and i couldnt help the amused look on my face.

"likewise."

[uarcana]

Home Sweet Home Pt. IV

An exhausted sigh floated from Aizawa’s lips as he planted himself upon the small dock behind the farmhouse.

The fact that his muscles ached even a little was slightly embarrassing.

Somehow pro hero work seemed a lot easier than harvesting 375 peaches followed by 4 hours of fishing.

Thankfully, Aoi knew this and planned ahead. A nice hot bath was exactly what he needed for his soreness and to cure the uncomfortable sensation of the sticky sweat that had engulfed his body.

“Feel better?”, Aoi lightly chuckled as she lowered an iced cold bottle of brew beside his face.

“Yeah...”, the man replied with a soft smile. “Thanks”.

“Don’t sweat it”, Aoi replied, taking her seat beside him, her exposed toes just barely grazing the still waters below.

The moonlight dancing upon its surface illuminating her delicate pale flesh.

“Gotta say”, Aoi suddenly spoke up, taking a light swig of her beer, “you bagged a pretty nice haul”, the woman smiled as she gestured toward the plethora of fish set on the other side of Aizawa.

“I’m impressed”.

“Well, I can guarantee if I was on my own, I probably would’ve brought in a lot less”, the man modestly claimed.

“You’re probably right”, the woman joked with a smirk, “but I’ll let you have this one, anyway”.

A light chuckle erupted from the man’s throat as he finally took a swig of his drink.

Further ahead toward the horizon, Shota spotted a pair of koi leaping from the waters in rhythmic formation. 

Neither of them missing a beat.

“Remember when I used to hate you?”

Aizawa rose his attention toward the woman whom was marveling in the same view.

“You never could’ve asked me to work with you like that”, she chuckled as she took another sip of her drink.

“Hm...yeah”, the man smirked lightly as he returned his attention to the water. “You were a real piece of work...”.

“I do my best”, the woman joked with a smile.

“Why was that, anyway?”

“I don’t even remember”, the woman shrugged. “Some stupid teenage angst or something...you lose a lot of useless memories after 14 years”.

“Guess so...”, Aizawa replied taking another swig of his beverage.

Glancing upward toward the billions of stars that speckled the moonlit sky.

“I gotta say though...”, Shota softly sighed, “certainly can’t forget this view...”.

“You definitely don’t get this in Musu”, Aoi added.

“Honestly, with how things have been going, I’ve been too busy to notice”.

“Hm”, the woman lightly chuckled, “sounds like you need a vacation, Eraser”.

“That’s putting it mildly...”, the man sighed in light frustration, “...but it wouldn’t be rational for me to take one so soon. Not with everything that’s happened...”.

“So...business as usual, huh?”

“Until we get a handle on this uprising villain issue, it seems that way”.

“Well”, Aoi’s tone softened as her grip upon the chilly bottle tightened, “...maybe next time you visit...it won’t have to be for business”.

Shota’s heart pulsed upon her words.

As he shifted his gaze to her delicately firm build, he could sense a foreign vulnerability replacing her usual aura.

It was lighter.

Much more...vibrant.

And it deemed itself all the more familiar...

The more he took in the view of her porcelain flesh innocently seeping out of the collar of her loose knit dress, the more he reminisced on its taste...it’s silky texture.

This moment reminded him of the past.

Of how she used to give herself to him.

Aoi could feel his black gaze burning into her. She feared to look herself...but it beckoned her.

Lowering her crystal spheres to meet the men beside her, she nearly swooned at the intense electric rush that surged within her.

Shota was like a wolf that hadn’t been fed in years...

10 to be exact.

So much of who she was back then had fleeted...but it never changed how she felt...

How much she loved him.

Aoi knew what he felt...but...in her years of isolation and Shota’s stubbornness toward expressing this, she had somewhat forgotten.

Did it mean enough to him to take this chance?

Or was it still all business...?

“Well...”, the man started, downing the remainder of his drink, “I think we should call it a night...”.

Aoi felt a light crack in her ear as the man rose to his feet...her chest weighing heavy.

With his back turned toward her, his hands shoved into his pockets, he couldn’t see the woman fighting back the tears that were uncontrollably filling her eyes.

“Big day tomorrow...”, he stated with a heavy sigh, “...can’t afford any distractions”.

“Y-Yeah...”, Aoi nodded to herself as the man trudged toward the guest lodge.

His pocketed fists tightening in agony as he left the broken woman on the wooden dock.

Once he disappeared from sight, Aoi was able to find the strength to make her way back inside her house.

After haphazardly dropped the empty beer bottles into the trash, she grabbed an empty class from her cabinet, filling it to the brim with straight vodka.

The all familiar sound of the liquid crashing against the glass awakening the once sleeping Sake, leaving her to watch her master helplessly as she lifted the glass above her head, light droplets slipping down the sides onto the floor.

“For business...as usual”, the woman sighed as she gulped down the bitter liquid. The harsh acidity scorching her throat.

Aoi all but heard Sake’s somber chirp as she poured another full glass of poison, once again raising it above her head.

“And one more just for kicks...”, she whispered to herself before downing contents of her glass, same as before.

Pure anguish burdened Shota’s soul as he watched in clear view from the lodge into Aoi’s open kitchen window.

In the state she’s in, she wouldn’t care that it was open...she wouldn’t care who saw...she just cared about the numbness that would take hold of her afterward...the numbness from everything in the world...

The only bright side was that this numbness would put her to sleep...and she would be safe...

...and it wasn’t until he saw the final light in her room go black, that he could finally find sleep.

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