#12 days of kinkmas

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Kinkmas (11)- The Grinch Who Stole Her Heart

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: When a certain witch discovers your hate for Christmas, she can't help but try her best into convincing you to love the festive season.

Word Count: 10.8k 

Warnings/Tags: Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Christmas Fluff, Flirting, Crushes, Mutual Pining, Christmas Decorating, Gingerbread houses, Ice Skating, Snowball Fights, Soft Smut, First time, Inexperienced Wanda/Experienced Reader, Fingering, Praise, Confessions, Aftercare 

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Gentle chatter and a tranquil, festive atmosphere wrapped around the common room of the compound like a warm, cosy blanket, most of the team bunched up on various sofas with snacks ready in hand, waiting for Wanda to finally press the play button to start Home Alone on the big screen.

The witch, however, was not ready to start the movie, her eyes flickering over the content and excited faces of the team, searching for one individual in particular.

You.

Where were you?

"Where's Y/n?" Wanda asked, puzzled, the soft murmur in the room going quiet, curious and confused gazes meeting one another at the brunette's question, apprehensive to tell the truth.

Natasha carefully placed down the bowl of popcorn that was in her lap, inadvertently stopping Clint from stealing more of the treat which made him grumble a little, the redhead looking between the rest of the team, not wanting to dampen the young woman's mood.

It had become abundantly clear over the last few days and since the start of December that Wanda was in love with the idea of Christmas and all the festive traditions, the team having tried their best to keep you away from her, despite the witch subconsciously seeking you out, her mind unable to explain why her heart would flutter in your presence, her mood always being lifted by you.

"Y/n isn't a 'fan' of Christmas," Natasha cautiously phrases her words, not wanting to ruin the mood that was so gratefully appreciated in the room, the uplifted mood of Christmas enabling the mighty Avengers to have some time to relax and spend together as a family.

"What?" Wanda's tone signalling her confusion at how someone could possibly not like Christmas, her head tilting in her usual manner, Pietro speeding from the sofa to stand with his sister, seemingly just as baffled.

"How can she not be a fan of Christmas?" Pietro adds, just as obsessed with the festive season as his sister, his love for it being driven by the sheer amount of food and presents though.

"She just..." Natasha trails off, thinking how to explain your lack of jolliness, her eyes flickering to Clint for a little help. The archer simply shrugs, her leg kicking back at his shin for his lack of usefulness, a small yelp escaping him as he grabs the popcorn bowl, deciding that the food would be a sufficient apology from her.

"She hates it," Tony bluntly puts it, everyone's head turning from the sofas to the billionaire in the kitchen, fixing himself a ridiculously large hot chocolate in the beautifully decorated kitchen, annoyance written across Steve and Natasha's face as they wanted to keep it a peaceful evening.

"She doesn't 'hate' it," Steve tries to reason, his blue eyes flickering towards Sam and Bucky who are disinterested in what's going on, most likely bickering between themselves over who gets more room on the sofa.

"Oh come on Capsicle," Tony teases, Steve's cheeks darkening at the nickname the man uses for him, mumbling under his breath an 'oh god' at the billionaire's mischievous tone. "She hates it. End of. We've all tried to get her to like it but she just refuses to enjoy the Christmas spirit," he says whilst placing his steaming mug down, flopping onto his section of the sofa and asking Friday to lower the lights, wanting to watch the film now. "Now, are we going to watch the film or not?" He asks, clearly not bothered by your absence.

"Not all of us have tried," Wanda says after a moment, tossing the remote to Natasha, hoping she'd somehow keep the boys in check, knowing the chaos the entire team could cause without her magic there to stop objects flying across the room. "Start the film without me," Wanda calls out, walking out of the room, determined to find your room and figure out a way to persuade you into falling in love with the magical season.

Despite not figuring out a plan, the brunette knocks on your door with purpose, waiting outside for you to open up, various thoughts flooding through her mind as she impatiently plays with the rings on her fingers.

Eventually, you open your bedroom door, your brow raising at her current outfit, a smug smirk creeping onto your lips. The Christmas themed pyjamas amused you as you let your eyes wander down the various festive items decorating the fabric, the red and green chequered pants slightly too long for her as they pooled around her ankles, the fluffy socks further entertaining you as you stood in a simple, thin shirt and joggers, a stark contrast to her holiday themed get up.

"What-"

"Why do you hate Christmas?" she asks, enticing green eyes gazing into yours curiously, your eyes widening at her forward question, a soft chuckle escaping you, Wanda unable to stop the swarm of butterflies in her stomach at the sound.

"Why do you love Christmas?" You counter, leaning against the door frame as you see various emotions flicker across her face, your features softening at her adorably annoyed state.

"Why do I love Christmas?" She repeats almost shocked, still baffled at the whole ordeal, "It's just magical," her tone laced with the love she has for the time of year. "It's a time to spend with family, to give gifts, to have fun with silly traditions," she lists, watching closely to your reactions as your soft expression remains uninterested.

"Just seems like a lot of effort to me," you casually say, her brows furrowing at your words, mouth parting and closing, unsure of what to say. "Is that all you wanted to ask? I'm currently in the middle of a mission report," your tone is annoyingly soft and calm, determination brewing in Wanda to show you how amazing Christmas was but still unsure how.

"No, I..." she trails off for a moment, tilting her head marginally to the side as she thinks hard about how to convince you. "Do you really hate it?" She asks, tone trying her best to hide the disappointment that filled her, your smile softening, body pushing yourself off the frame of the door to look at her properly, still amused at her clothing.

"It's just not for me, Wanda," your tone apologetic as you gathered how much she loved the season, your heart clenching a little at the despondent look that took over her face, wishing you could ensure a smile was always on her lips, only ever wanting her to be happy.

"Ok," she whispers, slowly nodding at your words and turning around to retreat to where the rest of the team was, a sudden idea entering her mind as she hears you shutting the door. "Give me one week," her tone desperate and rushed as your hand halted, opening the door with a confused look, laughing softly as she quickly walked back over to the door, fluffy socks sliding a little on the smooth floor.

"What?" your tone matches the curiosity engraved on your face, smile widening at the glint of hope in her eyes.

"Give me one week to show you how magical Christmas is," she explains further, her enchanting green eyes almost putting you under a spell, part of you contemplating giving into her despite your dislike for everything about December 25th. Your face shows your conflicted state, Wanda taking your delayed response as a win, her nose scrunching up in a way that has your heart beating wildly in your chest, an inexplicable onrush of affection flowing through you. "Please?" she adds, excitement creeping into he tone as you sigh out heavily, unable to resist the soft spot you had for her, a smile gracing your features.

"One week," you begrudgingly say, a smile still present on your face though as her lips stretch into a wide grin, joy filling her as various ideas flood through her mind, ready to warm you up to the season.

***

"I'm not so sure you're trying to convince me," you mutter, lifting the heavy box of decorations and trudging your way towards her room, "I feel like you're just using me for slave labour," you grumble, peaking over the box to watch your step, bumping into the corner of the door frame before dropping the box onto the floor, a rattle of baubles filling the room.

"If you stopped complaining and acting like the grinch this would be a whole lot easier," she teases, crouching down and opening the box, looking up at you with a small smirk that has you rolling your eyes, happiness taking over your chest as you follow her command.

"The grinch is an icon," you mumble, flickering your gaze away from the aesthetic decorations in the box and into her alluring green, finding them far more interesting than the shiny plastic objects.

"Yeah? And why is that?" Her tone is playful and cheerful, eliciting an involuntary smile from you as you struggle to maintain your composure near her, the crush you thought you had gotten over seeming to resurface, her brow raising expectantly as she waits for you to continue.

"He lives in a mountain with his dog, away from people, sounds like heaven to me," your tone slightly sarcastic, earning a soft laughter from her, her eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Her gaze drifts away from you as her own heart starts to beat wildly in her chest at being able to spend time with you, her lips pulling up into a shy smile. "And he's green," you add, a humorous grin taking over your face, cracking her composure.

A giggle leaves her lips at your tone, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tries to stifle her laugh, her eyes meeting yours with an amused glimmer in them, your smile widening as warmth floods through you in a tender manner.

"What's so special about the colour green?" She manages to ask when she stops laughing, entertained by your words, reluctantly turning her back away from you as she moves towards the tree in her room with a bundle of lights, beckoning you over as she untangles them, wanting your help to decorate her room as she hadn't had time to do it yet.

It's the colour of your eyes is what you initially think of saying, a small blush appearing on your cheeks as you rethink an answer, grateful she wasn't looking at you as you thought it, her head soon looking back over her shoulder as you don't answer.

"I don't know," you unconvincingly respond, shoulders shrugging, "It's just a cool colour." Wanda chuckles, clearly not believing your vague answer as she looks at your form over her shoulder, playfully shaking her head before continuing to wrap the lights around the pine tree while you gradually make your way over to her, your attention flickering over to her desk.

"Oh my god," you laugh out, admiring the framed photograph of Wanda and Pietro dressed up for Halloween in Sokovia, chuckling at their ridiculous outfits. "Pietro looks like Fury with that eye patch," you snicker out, Wanda rushing over to you and sliding the photo out of your hands, embarrassed by her toothy grin in it, a smile still on her face as she hears your genuine laugh, her gaze moving to the photo of her and her brother that she always loved.

"He wanted to be his own version of a pirate," she explains with a nostalgic tone, placing down the photo while you just admire her features, getting lost in thought again, the feelings you tried to bury trying their best to take over you as you simply smile at her softly, a tender expression taking over her face at your enamoured gaze.

"I bet he was just as annoying as a child as he is now," you tease, making her laugh again, your heart melting at being able to hear the sound again, the brunette placing an ornament in your hand to stop you procrastinating, sensing your attempt at stalling her plans.

"Even more," she jokes, her fingers brushing over yours softly, the touch engraved in your memory as they pull away from you, Wanda snapping you out of your thoughts as she continues. "Now come on, we have a tree to decorate," her tone adding excitement to it as you let out a displeased grumble, still smiling at her though.

Maybe, just maybe, the next week wasn't going to be as bad as you thought.

***

"I hope you know I'm only here because you promised me food," you mumble whilst your hand supports your head as you sit at the kitchen island, eyes wandering around the various decorations littered around the room then towards the woman in front of you, observing how she rolls out the gingerbread.

A soft, genuine smile takes over her face in amusement, her gaze lifting to meet your form watching her attentively, chuckling softly as she continues to measure out the dimensions for the house she intended on making, a playful and teasing expression taking over her angelic features.

"Is that so?" she asks, slicing through the dough she's rolled to create the walls of the house, your eyes trained on the deft way her fingers move, gaze lifting to watch her concentrate, in awe of her working. You knew Wanda loved to cook and bake, but to watch her properly, almost intimately, made you truly appreciate her love for the hobby.

"Yep," you say while popping the 'p', smiling at the way she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, a streak of powdered sugar visible against her skin, your teeth biting down on your lip to stop yourself from laughing at her cute state.

"Well if someone wants to eat they have to help," her tone reprimanding you for not helping her at all so far.

"I've helped," you say, pretending to take offence as she uses her magic to softly push you off the stool at the kitchen island, a small groan leaving you as you eventually wander around the kitchen to stand next to her. "Does moral support not mean anything anymore?" you mutter as she hands you a spoon, your fake mood crumbling away at the way she peers up at you with a raised brow, the streak of sugar making you smile.

"What?" she laughs out when you end up staring at her forehead too long, a nervous expression on her face as you grab a cloth from the countertop and delicately wipe away the mess on her skin, her cheeks a similar colour to her magic as she tries to control her emotions, a shy smile taking over her features as you meet her gaze with an affectionate look.

"There's my contribution," you joke, tossing the cloth back onto the countertop as Wanda sees the small smear of powdered sugar on the fabric, the wave of embarrassment never coming as you continue to smile at her, her head shaking at your antics.

"You're not getting out of it that easy," she chuckles out, setting up the bowl for you to make the icing in, handing you everything you'd need before checking on the gingerbread that was in the oven, making sure everything was going to plan.

After you've made the icing and the dough is baked to perfection as well as having cooled down, Wanda starts to put together the house with your help, deciding to ask Friday to help encourage the festive spirit by getting them to play the witch's Christmas playlist, an amused glint present in your eyes as you picture her listening to the music on her own, most likely dancing to each tune.

Your fingers carefully hold the wall of gingerbread, Wanda delicately piping the icing along the edges to help stabilise the structure, the smell of the freshly made treat making your mouth yearn to taste the delicious flavours, the other woman humming the tune to the song that was playing as you assembled the house together. Quicker than you expected, you had the house made and just in need of decorating, your gaze now on Wanda who softly sang the lyrics to 'Last Christmas', a mischievous smile taking over your face.

As if sensing your gaze on her, she met your admiring stare, her smile stretching that little bit wider as she lifts the spoon from the icing bowl, using it as a microphone as she keeps her enchanting eyes on you.

"Tell me, baby, do you recognise me?" she sings, her voice angelic as you can't help but watch in awe as she subtly dances near you, walking behind your body and enticing you to follow her. "Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me," her gentle voice sounding around the room, blessing your ears as she sings the iconic song, "'Happy Christmas', I wrapped it up and sent it, with a note saying 'I love you' I meant it, now I know what a fool I've been." Her words further lure you into being amazed by her, your body turning once again to follow her movements, her body next to yours as she places the bowls she's just collected on the countertop, her eyes lifting up to meet your enamoured gaze, "But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again." Your breath hitches at the way her eyes subconsciously drift to your lips before flickering back up, the soft, loving glint evident in her eyes as the gaze lingers, her only breaking the gaze when the desire to kiss you becomes too strong.

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day-"

"You sold it on ebay," you interrupt, a teasing smile on your lips as you steal the piping bag from her, a laugh spilling from her lips at your immature behaviour. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to Marks and Spencers," her hand lightly slaps your arm as you 'ruined' the chorus for her, her smile almost reaching her ears though at the pure joy you managed to fill her with, your arms raising in surrender as you see wisps of magic flicker at her fingers, knowing how she could torture you with ticklish sensations like she did a couple days ago when decorating the tree. "Ok, ok," you laugh out in surrender as the red tendrils brush over your skin, "Tesco extra instead of Marks and Spencers?"

She simply smacks you lightly once again on the shoulder, her hand lingering against your body before pulling back, rolling her eyes at your amused and smug smile, cheekily squeezing a little of the icing onto your finger to taste it.

"Mhmm delicious," you softly moan at the sweet treat, exaggerating your love for the simple food you made, Wanda stealing the bag back from you and pointing it at you like it was a weapon.

"Stop eating all the decorations," she mutters, using her magic to push away the bowl full of sprinkles, laughing softly at the way your hand misses and hits the table, a small pout forming on your lips.

"Fine," you grumble as she hands you the piping bag back, letting you have full reign on decorating the gingerbread house, something she'd inevitably regret.

***

A couple hours later you're sprawled out against the sofa, a bowl of the broken gingerbread house in your lap as you tilt your head to look at Wanda, once again admiring her features while she was fully immersed in whatever was playing on the tv.

Your eyes focus on each delicate feature of her face, trailing over the slight dust of pink on her cheeks, a few strands of brunette locks framing her face perfectly and the gentle slope of her nose before spending a little more time admiring her plump lips and eventually settling on her mesmerising eyes. Your heart clenched a little at her beauty, your gaze eventually being torn away from her as you knew you shouldn't think of her as more of a friend, to get lost in fantasy of what it would feel like to be with her all over again as you remember the pain of pushing it all down.

The soft giggle that left her lips immediately knocked you out of your thoughts, the smile that seemed ever present near her emerging once again as you raised your brow at her when you met her gaze, her nose scrunching in that captivating manner as red wisps form at the tips of her fingers once again.

"I thought we were going to share the gingerbread," She teases lightly, using her magic to steal a piece from you, your hand wrapping protectively around your bowl of treats.

"Woah, this is mine Maximoff," you defensively say, using her surname playfully, addicted to the taste of the icing you used to cover most of the crisp gingerbread, the aim of your decorations to give you a sugar overload. "I decorated it," you mumble, squinting your eyes at her when she floats over a larger piece from the bowl in faux annoyance, your hands placing the bowl down as there way no way you'd be able to stop her magic, your eyes watching with interest how the red tendrils delicately flow through the air.

"And I made it," she counters, biting into the corner of the roof, a pleased noise escaping her at the taste of it, the festive spirit further consuming her as the taste brings back many memories of past Christmases, a nostalgic look taking over her face momentarily.

"I thought you were trying to convince me to like Christmas," you joke as you lean back against the sofa, eyes trained on her as she raises her brow at your relaxed manner, continuing to eat her piece of gingerbread.

"I am, is it working?" She asks, smiling at you hopefully, her enthralling green solely focused on you making it hard to think straight and come up with your usual sarcastic remark. You pause for a moment, Wanda's head tilting in curiosity as you remain silent, a small blush forming on your cheeks as you gather yourself together.

"It would be if I got to eat all the gingerbread," you tease eventually, switching your gaze to something other than her alluring beauty, eyes landing on the various sweets stuck on the white icing.

"Is it actually working though?" She asks again, voice holding a more serious and intrigued tone compared to her joking tone, her green containing a hint of nerves as she really hoped it was.

Your mouth opens and closes to respond, unsure of what to say. If you were being honest, you didn't love the festive season any more, you simply enjoyed the last three days because you were with her.

"It hasn't changed my opinion on Christmas," you say softly, her face dropping a little making you continue, "But, I have had so much fun over the last few days, I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you," you fix her mood instantly, a blush taking over her face this time, her gaze flickering away from you, teeth biting down softly on her lower lip to try and contain her smile.

"Yeah?" she murmurs out a little timidly, gathering the courage to meet your softening gaze once more, the two of you smiling at each other, unaware of the swirling emotions in both of you. "Well still I've got four more days to fix that," she says, tone determined and adamant that she would persuade you, your smile growing that little bit wider at her confidence, part of you hoping she was right just to see that smile on her face.

***

"I'm not so sure about this Wanda," your voice a little shaky as your fingers grip the edge of the wall as tightly as possible, the ice skates you were wearing sliding on the ice in a manner than unnerved you, your eyes lifting to find Wanda only to see her skating off skilfully, turning back to you with a teasing look.

"Come on, I promise it's fun," she calls back, swarms of people brushing past you, further adding to your nerves as you hated how unstable you felt, her green eyes meeting yours through the crowd, sensing how uncomfortable you felt.

You watched a little embarrassed as she effortlessly skated over to you, the sound of screaming children nearby and the scratching of ice being blocked out as she comes closer to you, a different kind of anxiety flowing through you at her little smirk.

"Is the infamous Y/n, world hero and Avenger, scared of ice skating?" she teases softly, your eyes rolling at her comment. Just because you were an Avenger didn't mean you enjoyed activities like this.

"No..." you trailed off, your foot slipping slightly, Wanda watching how your body immediately tensed, knuckles bleeding white at your grip on the edge of the wall, her hand moving to your lower back to keep you stable, wanting to make sure you were alright. "Maybe just a little," you confess quietly, hoping she wouldn't find it a problem, her smile turning a little sympathetic. "It's scary ok? Steve got stuck in ice for like seventy plus years in it so it must be very dangerous," you explain, a genuine laugh slipping past her lips at your reasoning.

"It was only sixty six years," she corrects, your head shaking a little at her words, your mind processing where her hand was, a wave of butterflies taking over your body as your fingers adjust their grip on the cold edge.

"Do you trust me?" Her voice a gentle whisper, your mind focussing on her, only her as she looks at you as if you were the only thing going on in the ice rink, your head nodding as you couldn't muster any words to leave your mouth, far too nervous to not embarrass yourself any further.

Her hands gently clasp yours, her fingers intimately interlocking with yours, her soft gaze meeting your hesitant one, her feet guiding her backwards as she slides across the ice, pulling you carefully with her.

"Bend your knees a little," she instructs, trying to guide you into the best position so you wouldn't fall. You try to listen to her but the feeling of her impossibly soft hands in yours makes all common sense leave your mind, your body just about listening to her instructions. "Don't lean too far forwards if you don't want to fall," she playfully whispers, keeping you close to her as she can tell it's keeping you calm, her intoxicating perfume reaching your senses and further drowning you in the thought of her. "That's it," she praises softly, a small smile reaching your lips as you skate slightly on your own, still tightly gripping onto her, not that she minded.

The two of you did a few laps around the ring, your grip on her gradually decreasing as your confidence grew, the two of you stopping by a wall to relax for a moment, your cheeks and noses tinted pink from the cold room, smiles engraved on both of your faces.

Your smile widens when you see a child fall over, a snicker leaving your lips as you can't help it, Wanda playfully pushing you at your reaction, reprimanding your behaviour as the mother briefly looks over towards you two in annoyance, her child's face pulling into distress. Panic flashes across your face as you slip a little, your arm shooting out to wrap around hers, pulling yourself into her body, flush against her, making both of your blushes darken a little, her arm wrapping around you to keep you upright.

"Don't," you mumble when you feel her laugh against you, your body melting against hers as she keeps you stable and secure, her body also helping you keep warm.

"Don't what? Tease you?" She chuckles out, your head turning to meet her amused and mischievous gaze, breath hitching a little as you underestimated the space between you, your lips mere inches away from hers, both of your gazes drifting down to one another's mouths.

The heat that washes over you when her slightly darkened green meet yours causes you to straighten your back, pulling yourself further away from her face, your hand hesitantly reaching further down her arm to her fingers, interlocking them once again to try and keep your thoughts on anything but the longing to feel her lips on yours, a brief moment of courage washing through you when she doesn't pull back.

"I won't tease you," she whispers out once she's gotten control over her pounding heart, her cheeks still tinted pink as she smiles at your hand holding hers, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand, grateful for you being braver than her and initiating something. "But that doesn't mean I won't tell Nat," a soft laugh leaves you as you meet her eyes once more, sensing the mirth in them as she imagined the various ways the Russian would torment you.

"I'm never going to hear the end of it," you mumble, her nose scrunching at your tone, the action making you think it was worth any amount of teasing comments that Natasha could throw at you, the warmth that wrapped around your heart at her expression worth anything in the world as she drags you away from the wall again, skating with you, hand in hand.

***

A relentless pounding at your door has you reluctantly rolling out of bed, in dire need of a nap after the new workout Natasha wanted to try with you, your body ready to sink into your soft mattress and relax for just a little bit.

"You better have some more gingerbread," you mutter as you hear Wanda call your name through the door, your hand turning your door handle and opening, revealing the woman who consumed all your thoughts. "What-" A thick winter coat was thrown at you, your body not expecting the item making you take a step back, your eyes widening at Wanda in confusion as you properly took a hold of the clothing item, the coat a contrast to your oversized shirt and joggers.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" she sings in a teasing voice, a groan leaving your lips at the movie reference, a tired sigh leaving your lips.

"I just wanna sleep," you whine out as she simply walks into your room as you turn away, smiling at the way you still comply to her question, searching through your wardrobe for a thick jumper and pants, not wanting to freeze in the cold as snowflakes gracefully spilled from the sky, the grass surrounding the compound drowning in the white blanket of snow.

"You can sleep later," her tone amused at the way you shake your head at her, amazed at the way she has you wrapped around her finger as you shrug on the coat she tossed you, turning your head and sending a pointed look.

"This better be worth it," you mumble, her body coming closer to yours and fixing your hood as it was sticking out weird, her cold fingers brushing the back of your neck causing you to wake up a little more.

"Spending time with me is always worth it," she whispers, recalling how you confessed to her how you enjoyed being with her, a smile creeping onto your lips as you chuckle at her words, her eyes peering up into yours as you let her fix your outfit, unable to stop the warmth bubbling inside you.

"That is true," you murmur ever so softly, her smile widening as she lets her hands drift to your shoulders to smooth the coat out, growing in confidence near you after being together for the last four days constantly. "But sleep is pretty amazing too," you mumble, earning her signature nose scrunch, your heart beating that little bit faster at the enamoured look in her eyes.

"Come on," she sighs out, walking behind you and pushing you towards the door, struggling a little as you use your strength to keep you planted.

"Save me bed! She's trying to kidnap me," you call out dramatically, chuckling as she uses her magic to push you out of the door, you calling out of your bed once more, earning another string of laughter from her as she leads you out of the compound, walking side by side with you, letting your bodies brush.

A chill takes over your body as you trudge your way through the snow that's piling up, the sound of satisfying crunches and nearby birds filling the air as you let Wanda lead you to the best place to build her desired snowman. You watch with an affectionate gaze at her thick gloves and the scarf that's wrapped so tightly around her neck, the bobble hat that she stole from you moving with each step she takes, her head looking her shoulder at you, her smile almost reaching her ears.

You follow her until she stops, deciding this was the best location to build it, her eyes looking back at the compound and ensuring you'd be able to see it from the large window in the common room, unaware of the redhead and archer sitting peacefully together, curious as to what you two were doing, a glint of realisation flickering across Natasha's face.

Unable to stop yourself, you give into the temptation of crouching down in the snow, grabbing a handful of it and moulding it into the shape of a large snowball, trying to perfect the shape to make it easier to throw.

"Hey Wanda?" You call out innocently, lining up your shot as you wait for her to turn around, her eyes glimmering with joy before widening, unable to move out of the way as the snow crashes against her body, exploding into various fragments of white dust, a gasp leaving her lips.

You can't help but laugh wholeheartedly at her reaction, an uncontrollable laughter escaping you as happiness consumes you entirely, shock present on her face to begin with before revenge takes over, taking advantage of your distracted state and grabbing a handful of snow, ready to throw it back at you.

Your laughter is interrupted when she headshots you with the snowball, disbelief evident on your face as her smile grows smug, a dangerous chuckle leaving you making her smile slowly fade, mischief evident on your face. At your expression, Wanda starts to run, laughter spilling from her lips as she gets a head start, your legs swiftly moving to catch up with her.

"Oh no you don't," you call out, your smile engraved on your face as you chase after, using your abilities to help you catch up to her. You can't stop the genuine laughter that escapes you as you dodge the snowballs her magic throws at you blindly, your body gradually catching up to her, inching closer as the two of you trample through the snow like idiots, not caring about anything else in the world but one another. Eventually, your arm wraps around her middle, pulling her closer to your body as you grab a load of snow with your other hand, intending on dropping it on her head, your plan not working as you both go tumbling in the snow, laughter still sounding around the two of you. "Gotcha," you chuckle out as you land on top of her, her hands holding onto your shoulders as your body is flush against hers, your hand cupping the back of her head protectively and the other bracing your body above hers.

Her breath gently fans across your face as you both pant a little from the sudden running, your eyes getting lost in hers as she smiles up at you angelically, your gaze eventually drifting across her features, still stunned by her beauty. Your gaze settles on her lips, watching how she subtly wets her lower lip before her teeth gently bite down on it, your eyes flickering up to her softening green, building up to ask her the question you've wanted to for ages.

"Can.... Can I kiss you?" your voice a barely audible whisper, the sound of your heart pounding against your ribcage deafening in your ears as you await a response, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering vigorously.

"Took you long enough to ask," she murmurs playfully, having heard your thoughts about her eyes all those days ago, piecing together that you may have felt the same way about her as she did towards you.

Her fingers fisted against the hem of your coat and pulled you down into her body, claiming your lips in the way you both longed for. You kissed her tenderly, her lips pressing over yours just as affectionately, the cold tip of her nose brushing against yours as you got lost in the moment together. Your eyes fluttered shut to savour the feeling of her mouth, how gentle and soft it was as you weren't guaranteed another chance, another kiss, so you forced your racing thoughts to stop for a moment as your lips moved against hers lovingly, wanting to engrave the feeling into your mind forever. The kiss was shy and timid, your lips remaining together for mere seconds, but the intimacy of it made your head spin with the thought of her. The thought of her body pressed against yours, her mouth pressed against yours, forehead leaning against yours and arms pulling you impossibly closer, it was all too much. You were utterly mesmerised by her. Everything just felt so pure, sogenuine, so... intimate that it made you sigh gently into her mouth, pulling back with nothing but love evident in your eyes as she matched your tender gaze, just as obsessed with you as you were her.

"I told you this would be worth it," she whispers against you, her lips gently brushing yours, enticing you into gently claiming hers once more, smiling into her mouth.

"It really was," you murmur lovingly against her, her head hiding against your shoulder as she can't stop the wide smile appearing on her face, her nose scrunching up once more as you melt against her body, joy coursing through you at what just happened.

She kissed you.

You actually just kissed her.

A wave of giddiness overtook you as you grinned at her when she pulled back from your body, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes as her hands left your body, your mind paying no attention to it as she looked at you in that adoring manner, consuming your thoughts.

What you didn't expect was to feel snow hitting the back of your head, an adorable laugh leaving her at her playful actions, disbelief evident on your face. The feeling of betrayal immediately left you at the heavenly noise that spills delicately from her, your head shaking to remove the snow in your hair as she cups your cheek, guiding you back down for an apologetic kiss, the two of you unable to stop smiling.

Another individual who couldn't stop smiling was Natasha who watched the scene unfold through the window with Clint, glad that you finally acted on your crush and helped her win the bet with the archer. He grumbled as he reached for his wallet, searching for the desired note as a sigh of relief left the redhead when you started to walk hand in hand through the snow, finding somewhere else to finally build the snowman.

***

Humming to yourself, you found yourself in Wanda's room again, this time sprawled out of her bed, waiting for the witch to return with the snacks for the movie night she planned for you. It was going to be a Christmas marathon, starting with Home Alone one and two, then onto the Grinch so Wanda could tease you about your 'icon' and then finally Elf as she was sure you'd be asleep by then, having discovered how much you loved to lay in bed yesterday when you fell asleep during the first attempt at the marathon, much to her amusement. This time, however, she planned to keep you awake with food and potentially a cuddle as the two of you swiftly discovered how much you both craved physical touch, even if it was something small like holding hands, a smile growing on her lips as she enters the room, remembering the various instances of you subtly reaching for her hand and interlocking your fingers.

A soft chuckle leaves her lips at the way your head raises off the bed at the sound of the door shutting, your eyes growing curious when you see the bowl in her hands, instantly perking up and eager to know what she brought. When your eyes saw the popcorn in the bowl, your smile widened, moving around on her bed so that your back was against the pillow at the headboard, arm raising to welcome her body against your side, the other woman complying to your silent request.

The feeling of her body snuggling against yours caused a grin to break out on your face, your heart unable to comprehend the sheer joy you felt over the last few days, grateful for her making such an impact on your life.

"You're incredible," you murmur softly when she places the bowl into your lap, your lips pressing to her temple, the art of being affectionate with one another natural to you both.

"Are you only saying that because I brought food?" she teases, carefully picking up a piece of the sweet and salty treat and placing it into her mouth, her head tilting to rest against your shoulder as she uses her magic to bring the remote closer to you both, her hand effortlessly grabbing it and starting the first film of the night.

"No, I'm saying that because you are the most amazing and beautiful woman I know," you whisper against her hair, earning a blush at your charming words. "Who just happens to always bring me food," you add teasingly, earning a playful pinch to your side, a small yelp leaving you.

"Shhh, just watch the film Detka," she murmurs, your smile widening at the endearment, not commenting on it as she shuffles her body closer to you, her fingers playing with whatever part of your shirt she can reach as the two of you delve into the world of Christmas cinema, content with being one another.

As the film plays on, without even realising it, your hand rests on her thigh, tracing idle patterns against the thin fabric of her pyjama pants, Wanda's cheeks a similar colour to her festive clothing as her thoughts go down a sinful route. She can't help the warmth that pools between her thighs at your actions, your hand high up on her thigh as your toned body presses into her, her mind replaying the image of you working out earlier, the way your body effortlessly showed signs of strength and stamina, her eyes having a hard time from tearing away from your hands, watching as your veins showed slightly, further adding to the arousal that started to build within her as she got lost in thought.

Hesitantly, she tilted her head to rest at the crook of your neck, her lips softly pressing a kiss there as she knew you weren't paying attention to the film, your thoughts growing louder as you replay all your memories with the brunette, the overwhelming amount of happiness and love you felt allowing the witch to hear them. To try and gain your attention, she pressed another kiss to your neck, your breath hitching at the action as your hand freezes at her thigh, her lips burning against your skin as your body grows warmer at her suggestive move.

"Detka," she sighs out, her breath fanning across your skin as she pulls back from your neck, her green eyes meeting yours, desire but also nervousness shimmering them.

"Yes?" you whisper out, gaze subconsciously drifting to her lips, remembering how addictive they are, your own eyes darkening as your gaze lingers, unable to look at anything else.

"I don't think either of us are watching the film," her voice is barely audible as she murmurs the words, tilting her head slightly, the action causing her lips to inch closer to yours, the movement subtly seductive as you wait for her to make the move, sensing a bit of indecision from her.

"I don't think we are," your tone lowering a little, patiently waiting for her, not wanting her to do anything she'd regret.

"I wonder what else we could possibly do..." she trails off, smiling a little shyly, biting down on her lower lip and fuck, you don't think you've ever felt so hot before, the sight of her intoxicating, making it impossible to think straight.

"I have no idea," you whisper back with a small smirk, tilting your head down so that your lips were brushing over hers gently, not applying enough pressure to give her what she wanted, your eyes watching how hers flutter shut, awaiting your mouth. "What do you suggest?"

"I think... I think we should kiss," she rasps out, moving her body so that she was facing you properly, your brow raising a little at her words as your smile grows, fingers moving to brush back a few stray strands of her hair back, eventually letting your hand rest on her cheek, cupping her jaw and bringing her a little closer.

Your eyes flicker over all of her features, admiring them all while waiting for her to lower her face, the brunette only doing so marginally, mirroring your actions and wanting to memorise every inch of your beauty.

It feels like you're waiting an eternity until she lowers her face even more, her lips barely putting any pressure on yours as they briefly brush over them. Your eyes flutter close when you feel her hands cup your jaw, waiting for her to kiss you, to crash her lips to yours, to do anything at this point as you just wait, wait and wait.

When she feels like she's admired you enough and savoured the moment, she kisses you. She kisses you softly and tentatively to begin with as you explore each other's mouths, her actions soon growing a little more confident as the kiss grows hungrier, Wanda seemingly starved of you. It's intimate, it's desperate, it's passionate. It's everything you dreamed it to be.

You can't do anything but give into her relentless mouth, hand clutching at her sweater to ground yourself as all you can think of is her lips moving against yours, her body pressed up against yours, her soft fingers threading through your hair, just her.

A soft moan leaves her when you guide her to straddle your lap, heat immediately taking over her body, your touch burning into her skin as arousal pools between her legs at the feeling of your body pressed against hers, strong arms wrapping around her, a sensual sigh escaping you as when she pulls back from the kiss, eyes darkening with desire as you peer up into the green, a shameless smile on your lips.

"I think we should do that again," you tease, leaning in for another kiss as she smiles against you, her confidence growing with every kiss, every peck in between laboured breaths as her hands move to your shoulders momentarily, gliding them down your back in a seductive way, a groan leaving you at the way her fingers press into the toned muscle satisfyingly.

Experimentally, you slide your tongue into her mouth, a sinful moan escaping her as she welcomes your advances, your hands toying with the hem of her jumper, not sure how far she wanted to go as your mouths move lewdly together, her back arching a little to press her body further against yours.

"Am I going too fast?" Your voice a gentle whisper as you pull back from the kiss, sensing a little bit of nerves from her, eyes gauging her reaction as your fingers had slipped beneath her clothing, feeling the warmth and softness of her bare skin, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she meets your enamoured gaze, not wanting to pressure her.

"No I just-" she cuts herself off, feeling a little embarrassed as your hands slide out of her jumper, snaking around her waist and pulling her closer to rest against your body, bringing her in for a soft embrace that she appreciates. "I never done this before," she confesses, a soft smile appearing on your lips as you guide her head back so you can meet her timid green, "I want to but I just... don't know what I'm doing."

"Do you trust me?" you ask, mimicking her words from the ice skating, your fingers raising to brush back another stray strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear affectionately as she nods. "I'll take care of you, I promise," you whisper, kissing her lips with nothing but love, conveying how gentle you'd be with her. "We can stop at any time," you reassure her, not wanting her to think she's committed to having sex with you, "Just tell me to stop and we stop. I don't care what's happening, all I want is for you to feel safe and comfortable with me." She smiles shyly at your words, tilting her head to kiss you once again, grateful for how caring and considerate you were. "We'll go at your pace, ok?"

"Ok," she murmurs back, smiling into another tender kiss as you do as you said, letting her control the way her lips move against yours, slowly building the hunger back up.

"Tell me what you want," you sigh out against her lips, feeling her hips subtly rock against your lap without her even realising it, your teeth softly nipping at her lower lip, earning a small moan as she flutters her eyes back open, meeting your patient gaze.

"I want...I just want you," she whispers, holding the intimate gaze before leaning back in, kissing you with a new sense of urgency, a small moan leaving you at her words. Your lips pull into a small smile as she slides her tongue hesitantly into your mouth, the kiss turning messy and causing a wave of arousal to flood through, Wanda's mind spinning at the intoxicating way you make her feel.

"You have me," your tone laced with love as she rests her forehead against yours, lips lingering open against one another, simply relishing in the intimacy. "Show me what you want from me," you encourage, sliding your hands from around her lower back to hers, letting her take a hold of your hands to guide them where she wants them, your lips parting from hers to pepper kisses along her jaw softly, her head lolling to the side to welcome your addictive touch.

She simply holds your hands for a moment, deciding what she wants from you, her mind freezing momentarily at the way your teeth scrape against her sensitive skin, a pleasant shiver running down her back as she curses lowly in Sokovian, the sultry sound causing a throb between your thighs.

When she's ready, she squeezes your hands softly, guiding them down her body to the hem of her sweater, hoping you understand her silent request. Your fingers slide under tentatively, feeling the way her stomach tenses and relaxes at your touch, the skin impossibly soft and enticing, your mind reminding you to wait for her as you caress the skin you can reach.

"Please," she murmurs out, one of her hands moving to your hair, threading her fingers through your silky locks and softly pulling you away from her neck, her lips pressing to yours with a hint of desperation as she grinds her hips with a little more purpose now, a wave of pleasure coursing through her.

"Off?" you mutter against her lips questioningly, her nodding into a sensual kiss as your lips meet gently, her sighing into your mouth as your hands grip the hem of her sweater, slowly, teasingly, pulling it off her body.

Her hands move off you to help you pull the item of clothing off, your gaze remaining on her face as she turns shy again, waiting for another nod before letting your gaze drift down her body, your breath hitching at her sheer beauty.

Her body is sculpted to perfection, crafted by Aphrodite herself to create the most beautiful woman you'd ever lay your eyes on, her delicate and smooth skin enticing your eyes all over her exposed body, her curves luring your hands to caress them softly, eyes flickering back up to hers, nothing but admiration and love in them.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" you whisper into a passionate kiss, her nerves immediately dissipating at the sheer honesty lacing your tone, another blush creeping onto her face at how amazed you were by her. "Any idea what you do to me?" you continue, wrapping your arms around her body and pulling her closer to hers, her bra covered chest flush against your body as she moans into your mouth, her body begging for more, needing you to touch her lower.

"Please Y/n," she sighs into your mouth, your hands creeping up her body and resting just under her bra, fingers brushing over the skin, causing goosebumps to rise. "I need you," her tone conveying how desperate she was, your worshipping touch only driving her towards madness, her body viewing them as teasing.

"Where do you need me, love?" the endearment spilling from your lips naturally, a wave of arousal flowing through her at your slightly husky voice, your lips parting from hers once more to kiss down her neck, sucking partly before moving to kiss her shoulder and collarbones, waiting for an answer.

"Here," she sighs out softly, her fingers wrapping around one of your wrists and guiding it down to meet the waistband of her pyjama pants, your head instantly leaving her body to look at her properly, the green in her eyes usually filled with love completely replaced by desire and hunger.

"Are you sure?" Your voice is full of care as your hand remains where she guided you, gazing into hers as your heart beats wildly in your chest, still stunned a little by the sight of her on top of you, the heat between your thighs incessant.

"Yes," her voice a mere whisper as she kisses you softly, deciding she wouldn't want anyone else to be her first, always having loved you without even realising it.

"Remember we can stop whenever you need to," you murmur before claiming her lips with a newfound purpose, wanting to give her everything she wants, fingers carefully sliding under her waistband.

"Fuck," she whispers out, voice a little shaky as her hands move to your back once again, clutching onto your t-shirt as your fingers brush against her core through her soaked panties, a groan leaving you at how wet she was for you. She was this desperate for you.

You move the pad of your finger against the wet fabric, teasingly sliding it up and down her core, earning a small, desperate moan from her into your mouth, her teeth biting down on your lower lip impatiently as you continue to work her body up, her hips bucking against your hand at the slightest of touches.

"Can I-"

"Please," she practically whimpers out, your lips tugging up into a smirk whilst your free hand glides up and down her back soothingly, your fingers slowly sliding under the waistband of her panties, a sensual sigh escaping her when you finally make contact with her core. "Detka," she pants out against your lips as you swallow the desperate noises that leave her lips as your finger swipes through the abundance of arousal that's pooled between her thighs, coating your digit as you explore her wet sex.

Pulling back from the kiss, your eyes observe every single reaction to your touch she offered you, drinking it up like an intoxicating substance as your finger spreads her slick around her, moving to circle her clit gently to begin with, slowly building in confidence as your touch grows firmer, intending to bring her as much as possible.

"You're so pretty like this," you mumble, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, teeth scraping the soft skin again to drive her mad, your finger sliding up and down her soaking folds before settling on teasing her entrance, a whine leaving her at your enamoured tone and taunting actions.

"Detka," she sighs out, tone conveying the sheer desperation she feels for you, needing you to bring her towards her release, her body needing your touch to satisfy her.

"Shhh, I'll take care of you," you murmur, tilting your head away from her neck to let your lips brush against her compelling ones, her breath fanning across your face as her lips part, your finger slowly sliding into her, your eyes in awe of her blissed out expression. "Tell me what feels good," you encourage, slowly curling your finger inside her beautifully, a moan spilling from her lips directly into your mouth as you claim her lips softly, slowly letting your lips slot over hers, her mind hazy with all the pleasure and heat flowing through her.

"Shit, there, right there," she groans as you curl your finger against her weak spot, the palm of your hand brushing against her clit as she rocks her hips against you, fingers gripping your shirt tightly.

"Yeah?" you husk out and the slight cockiness to your tone has her mind spinning even more with arousal, delirium taking over her as she moans against you once more, your name falling from her lips like a small chant as you thrust your finger in her a little faster, pleasure bubbling through her. "What if I do this?" your voice a teasing whisper, your thumb moving to brush over her clit, a choked moan escaping her as you move it in languid circles, doubling the pleasure fogging her mind.

"Y/n," she pants against you, the corner of your lips tugging up into a smirk at her desperate tone, the way her walls clench and spasm around you, her thighs tensing around your body as her hips buck harder when you time your movements right, a sudden wave of pleasure flowing through her. "Fuck," she sighs out sensually, parting your mouths as she's struggling to reciprocate the kiss, too busy focussing on the way you effortlessly slide in another finger, stretching her out perfectly.

"You're doing so well for me," you whisper, mouth moving to the shell of her ear and tone dropping, a slight rasp added to your voice further arouse her. One of her hands shoot up into your hair, messily tangling it into your locks as moans escape her, her hips trying to move a little faster and push her towards her nearing release, fingers gripping tightly making a dull pain wash over you, the action making you groan as the idea of how lost in pleasure she must be goes straight between your thighs.

"Detka," she sighs out, desperation and a hint of embarrassment lacing her tone, too nervous to ask you for what she wants as her hips indicate how close she is, your fingers still steadily thrusting into her and thumb occasionally brushing her clit, hips bucking harder against you. You immediately understand what she's asking for as she gently tugs your head back, lips pressing against yours passionately as she holds you close, back arching further into your body as she sighs into your mouth, a small whine escaping her as she teeters on the edge of her release.

"I've got you," you murmur gently, your free hand moving up her body and to her face, cupping her cheek intimately and deepening the kiss, a moan leaving her at the sheer amount of love you pour into the embrace. "Let go for me," you mumble between kisses, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure threatens to take over her.

"Y/n," she whispers out sinfully for a final time, body tensing against yours while your mouths refuse to part, muffling the desperate sounds leaving her lips while pleasure wracks through her body. Her legs tense around your body once more, her hands adamant on keeping you close as she keeps your head against hers, foreheads resting against one another as you slow the kisses down, pecking her lips in between laboured breaths. Your fingers slowed inside her, letting her walls clench and spasm around you as she rode out the last waves of her release, her body eventually relaxing in your lap and melting against your comforting body.

Your gentle breath caressed her lips as she eventually opened your eyes, timidly smiling at you and claiming your lips once more in an innocent manner, her adorable expression causing you to reciprocate the action as your free hand moves to glide up and down her back soothingly, fingers pulling out of her when she was ready.

"I'm so proud of you," you whisper with nothing but honesty and care in your words, her cheeks blushing at the way you tenderly gaze at her, her fingers moving to fix your ruffled hair. She smiles at you softly as she tucks a few strands behind your ear, your lips meeting her cheek lovingly as she just wants to bask in the intimate moment for a little longer, the two of you simply locked in a lovers embrace as your arm snakes around her middle.

Many soft words and gentle whispers later, you had managed to convince her into going to the bathroom to get cleaned up, not wanting her to be uncomfortable later and also wash your hands quickly, the brunette blushing at the cocky smirk on your lips as she watches you, proud of yourself for being able to make her feel good and most importantly loved and safe. You let her find herself a new pair of underwear and some new pyjama pants, opting for the pair she first came to you in before searching for a new shirt to wear.

Once she had opted for an old shirt with her favourite sitcom on it, you offered her your hoodie you took off earlier, the jumper being an oversized fit which you knew she loved, Wanda taking it with a wide smile, unable to stop the butterflies in her stomach at how caring you were. She let her nose rest against the collar of it, able to smell your perfume on it as you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind, dramatically falling onto the bed with her in your arms, eliciting an even bigger smile from her and a nose scrunch.

She turned around in your arms so she was facing you as you pulled her body impossibly closer, smiling fondly at the sight of her in your clothes, her leg sliding in between yours to find a more comfortable position to cuddle in as your fingers drew idle patterns against her back.

"Thank you for being so gentle," she whispers a little shyly, your gaze softening more somehow as she moves her fingers to play with the baby hairs at the back of your neck.

"I'll always be gentle with you," you murmur, kissing her temple and letting your lips linger for a minute, building the courage to say what you wanted to. "Thank you for the last week, I've really enjoyed spending time with you," you say, still trying to get to the three words you wanted to confess, her smile growing a little wider at your soft tone.

"Have I convinced you to love Christmas?" she asks curiously, the intimate gaze prolonged as you once again get lost in her eyes, smiling tenderly at her, thinking of how to phrase your words.

"I don't quite love Christmas yet," you whisper out, your words still giving her hope. "But, I...I know I love you," you confess, your heart beating wildly in your chest for the few seconds she doesn't reply, the way her nose scrunches once again in that adorable manner easing the worry of rejection.

"I love you too," she whispers back with fondness lacing her tone, her lips meeting yours once again for an intimate kiss as you can't help but grin into the kiss, a teasing comment finding its way to your lips.

"More than Christmas?" you whisper, earning a soft laugh from her as she moves her face to hide at the crook of your neck, your skin so warm and comfortable, lulling her into a relaxed state.

"More than Christmas," she chuckles out, wrapping her arms around your middle securely, your arms mirroring the action as your lips press a final kiss to the top of her head, the witch amazed at how you, a grinch, managed to steal her heart. 

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[the-old-witch-writes]

Day 1 🡆 Anonymous Sex (✨Mystery✨ x afab!reader , feat. Nami)

note: this is more than a bit late, and i'm sorry. this week has been really busy at work, so it's basically been kicking my ass. can't wait for Christmas break.

so these fics/drabbles will get out whenever they get out, far as i can see.

anyhow, no one made a specific request for this; i just wanted to write it 😉

content warnings: glory holes, some risky sexual behavior, and blowjobs. afab!reader with female pronouns, and you and Nami have a ✨special relationship✨

dedicated to @creamsickle-writes, who unknowingly fed my love of Glory Hole fics not long ago.

Please take these warnings into account! This fic is for 18+ only. Mdni!

staring up at the tall building, you can’t help but swallow hard. the building itself looks pretty ordinary, a good several stories worth of solid brick with some windows. totally innocuous, you’d think—if you didn’t take in its salacious surroundings. the red neon lights from the stripper bar, the men and women smirking invitingly at potential customers from their respective corners, and of course the faint sounds of salacious activities from—well, everywhere.

red fills your cheeks. god, how did you let her convince you to tag along with this?

“Hm, yep! Looks like this is it,” Nami speaks up before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. she smirks down at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ready, hun?”

no, absolutely not, you think while taking in a breath. too late to back out now. momma didn’t raise a coward, and that prickle of heat and want in your lower belly is difficult to ignore.

you nod, eyes full of conviction and a bit of lust. Nami’s smirk widens, and with a giggle, she leads you inside.

==

“How did you manage to get us in anyway?” you whisper while you both walk through the tunnels behind the walls. “Aren’t the ‘parties’ here usually…private?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Nami replies, sending a wink to you over your shoulder. “It’s totally on me, at least this time. Think of this as an early birthday present.”

“What makes you think this is something I wanted f—?”

just then, your feet lead into the main hall, lit up and made of wood, and your senses are suddenly assaulted. broken moans and stuttering whimpers mixed with cries of ecstasy echo from the walls. then the wet smack of skin, of bodies meeting roughly, of men nearly growling  as they ruin whoever is on the other side of the wall separating them. whether the people are on their knees, swallowing cock after cock that goes through the hole in front of them, or if they’re exposing their bodies to be used by the strangers on the other side, all sounds echo from these walls. the heat returns to your cheeks with a vengeance, sparks of want flickering right to your cunt.

god it’s so…dirty. a wrongness to it, for sure. your eyes take in the debauchery, ears open to every sound.

slowly, your tongue strokes your bottom lip, just as your teeth sink in.

Nami practically breathes down your neck while pressing a hand to your shoulder, her voice like silk in your ears. “I told you, sweet girl. I’m never wrong.”

a shudder goes through you. then you let out a whimper.

Nami giggles, then presses a sweet kiss to the back of your neck as she loops her arm around your elbow. “C‘mon, let’s go here first.”

gently, though you can almost feel the excitement buzzing under her skin, she leads you to one of the available holes in the wall. as you kneel before it, you can’t help but note Nami kneeling next to you. 

 to be frank, you and Nami have done a lot together in the past. ever since you joined the Straw Hats two years ago, she’s done everything to pull you out of your shell—and thus far, you have found little reason to resist her.

at this point it’s difficult to put a name to this thing you two have—but you know that whatever happens between you two, it’s always fun. 

when she kneels next to you, Nami grins, her cheeks a light pink. you end up smiling back. then you both turn to face the hole in front of you.

fortunately you two don’t have to wait long.

first, there’s a knock. then he clears his throat.

“Is…is anyone there?” he says, voice rough and somewhat muffled by the wall—and yet.

“Yeah,” Nami answers, interrupting your thinking. “We’re ready when you are.”

“…We?” his voice is slightly deeper now, full of heat.

biting your lip, you ask softly, “Is that all right, sir?”

he lets out a few breathless chuckles that tapers off into a near purr.

“Oh, mon cher, that’s just fine with me.”

your eyebrows raise to your hairline, your gaze rolling to meet with Nami’s amused smirk. the sound of him undoing the buckle of his belt is like a bell to your ears, making your heart leap. then you see him.

fuck, this might sound a bit—much, but his cock is gorgeous. long and thick, with a prominent vein pulsing along the turgid length, his head swelling a near angry red. mouth already watering, you move to press your tongue to him, licking along one side of his length like he’s the tastiest treat you’ve ever been served. Nami moves to the other side of him, moaning as her moves mirror yours. you two continue like this for a good minute or so, getting him all nice and wet and only pausing to giggle at each other over how he groans from the other side, until you feel a slight tremble under your tongue.

on the other side, the man finally lets out a deep moan. a light thump on the wall sounds above your head, indicating that he's hit the wood.

“Putain, ça fait du bien!” he says, grinding his teeth. “Been too fucking long…”

from beneath long lashes, you look upward. again, you get that odd feeling, one that you can only describe as deliciously familiar. something about his voice, the desperation mixed with yearning, just prickles the back of your mind.

perhaps it's because of the rasp in his voice, like that of a chainsmoker. perhaps it's that earthy scent of spices your nose catches whenever you're at the base of him. something about this man just makes you think. makes you think of early mornings with freshly brewed coffee and some gentle conversation before the rest of the crew arises. of the smell of menthols lingering on pressed suits as he walks by, giving you drinks or snacks, whatever you're craving in that moment.

(which is ridiculous to even fantasize, of course. no way he'd be here; he's too much of a romantic for that...right?)

either way, hearing that passion in his voice goes straight to your cunt.

this poor, poor man. i should help him, you think.

and so, with a lick of your curled lips, you do.

moaning softly, you press your mouth to the head of his cock and start to suck.

“Oh! Oh, fuck—”

humming, you move to try to take more of him, eager to hear more of his sounds, to taste more of him. it’s a bit dizzying, how he fills your mouth, even without you hollowing your cheeks. it makes your mind wander. how would he feel inside you? would he stretch you precisely the way you like? would the very tip of him kiss your cervix, like in the stories? would he be gentle, rough?

would he still smell of spices, with the faint (but also very familiar) scent of cigarettes lingering on his skin?

thinking alone is driving you insane, your body throbbing and clenching with wet heat. unconsciously, perhaps with a slight tremble, one of your hands slowly moves to go under your skirt, fingers easily shifting your panties to the side, searching—

and that's when Nami grasps your wrist, stopping you. it's then you realize, with a thump of your heart against your ribs, just how close she's become and just how warm she is with her chest pressed to your back.

“That was very naughty, dear,” she tells you, lips lightly pressed to that spot under your ear. “And entirely unnecessary. I'm right here, just for you.”

she then removes the hand grasping your wrist to move it under your skirt, her soft fingers easily replacing yours and much more deft in finding your cunt. the moment her middle finger begins stroking along your clit, you let out a moan, unconsciously pressing your tongue against the turgid cock inside you.

Nami hums against your neck, smirking at how wet you are, at how you moan at her touch, at how you increase the movements of your mouth along the throbbing cock in response. her dark eyes dart to the hole, hearing the man's groans increase from the other side, and her smirk widens as an idea grows inside her head.

“Hey, sir?” she says, lilting her voice slightly for character. “Do you like my friend?”

“I, uh—damn, baby,” he pauses to calm his breath, to pull himself together. “I-I like both of you, actually. You're both so lovely!”

“Aw, thank you! But you love my friend's mouth, right?”

at this, you pause, the desire fogging your mind clearing just a moment. your eyes narrow a bit, gleaming; if your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you would have smiled. What are you up to, Nami?

the man on the other side doesn't even bother to hide the raw lust in his voice. “God, yes.”

“How would you feel about fucking her throat?”

your eyes go wide, just as he sputters on the other side.

“Th-that's! I mean. Uh, I, well—”

lifting your mouth from him, you stare upward where you imagine his face is and wait, swiping your tongue briefly across your lips.

“W-would she be okay with that?”

“Hm, let me ask.” Nami looks at you, her voice gentle in your ear. “What do you think, baby?”

what? is she insane? like you’d want to stop now.

“Hell yeah,” you tell her, wearing a crooked grin.

she laughs at your enthusiasm, then says loud enough for the man to hear, “She’s all yours, sir.”

pause. you wonder if he’s going to stammer again, all sweet and virginal like before, but instead you feel the tip of him press to your mouth again.

“That’s perfect with me then,” he says, his voice rough with lust, a hint of a smirk in his dark tone. “Make sure to breathe through your nose, ma chérie.”

and that’s the only warning you get before he’s inside your mouth and fucking down your throat. it’s a bit difficult at first, with the wall in the way, but Nami helps by firmly pressing to you, her fingers becoming relentless against your pussy. but with how long and thick he is, how he nearly chokes you while ravaging you, it isn’t long before your eyes are rolling back and leaking with tears as you moan shamelessly around him.

“Oh, mister,” Nami purrs in between nips and licks at your neck. Her fingers vary between strokes along your clit, and gentle thrusts right up against that sweet spot near your entrance. “I think my friend really likes you. Her little pussy is so wet, she’s making a mess all over my hand...”

“Yeah? Is this true, angel?” he asks. “You like being used like this? Having your little mouth fucked?”

you can only let out a garbled moan in response around him, mind already blank beyond faint thoughts of how delicious his cock is, how good Nami’s touch feels against your body. your eyes shut as you begin arching, trying to grind harder against said fingers and take more of him.

Close, so close! you think, a bit insane. Please...

“Fuck, what a good girl,” he groans, deep and full of heat. “Such a sweet girl for letting me do this. Wish I could return the favor, would taste that little cunt until you scream...”

a whimper leaves your mouth, your body melting at the sound of his voice, at the images that come to mind. more wetness begins to gather around Nami's fingers, driving her to move faster to fuck into you harder, anything to get you closer to your end.

“C'mon, baby, cum,” she says, almost demands, her chin resting on your shoulder. “He's right, you've been such a good girl. You deserve a reward, no?”

and that's how it goes. Nami uses her silky voice to purr out teasing words into your ear as she brings you closer to completion, while he uses your mouth to get to his own, groaning out praises and all the things he wants to do to you—things that make your pussy clench with yearning. experiencing them work together, despite one being a stranger, heightens your senses in a way you have not felt in some time.

it isn't long before you feel pure ecstasy spill from you, your vision bursting into colors as you part from his cock to nearly scream.

"Shit, did she?" he starts to ask.

"Uh-huh." Nami giggles and then preens, her fingers dragging out your orgasm. "That's my girl, so good..."

"Fuck, o-oh fuck—" his voice has a new strain to it, one that stokes your fire, even as you're still catching your breath.

you look over your shoulder at Nami, biting your lip and giving a pointed look at the throbbing cock in front of them. she grins and nods in silent agreement.

the both of you kneel in front of him again and then lean forward to lick at his length. he hisses out more profanities at the gesture, the leaking tip of his cock a big indicator of how close he is.

"Would you like to cum in my mouth, sir?" you ask him while kissing his head.

he lets out a little moan, bordering on a whimper.

"Please, please, mon ange," he begs. "Love your hot little mouth, please let me—"

with another shared look at Nami, you grin and take in the swollen tip of him, sucking and lavishing your tongue along the seam to taste his precum, like he's the best treat picked from a sweet shop. Nami licks her own lips and leans on the other side to lick at his length, occasionally suckling near where the veins pulsed along the sides and at his sac.

it isn't long before the stimulation becomes too much for the poor man. he begins to tremble violently, his groans sounding strained—perhaps through clenched teeth—and then your mouth is being filled with the thick warmth of his release. you whine slightly around the tip of his cock and swallow as much as possible, but some excess cum still manages to dribble past your lips and drip along the side of your neck.

you don't mind, though. licking your lips afterward, you find a deep satisfaction in him making a mess of you.

while pulling away, you see Nami sitting up on her knees, also licking her mouth. your eyes catch how some cum drips along the curve of her breasts and passion sparks at your blood again, urging you to lick some of the mess from her skin.

"Whoo! That was incredible, ladies," he says, as he gently pulls his softening length back from the hole. "Thank you, I really needed that."

"No problem, sir," you say sweetly.

"If you need us again, we'll be around," Nami adds, with a pointed wink at you, even as you blink in slight shock.

"I'll keep that in mind~! Have a good night, mes anges," he croons before walking away.

once he's far enough, you turn to her. "Wait, we're staying?"

"Of course! That was fucking hot, baby." she gives you a sweet kiss on the mouth, then grins wide when she pulls away. "Night's still young, and there's still plenty to see and experience here. C'mon!"

Nami stands up then, offering you her palm to hold. you hesitate for barely a second before smiling and taking her hand.

you have no idea what to call these feelings for her yet, let alone what shenanigans you two get into, but no matter where she leads you, it always results in fun.

#AND that's day 1 #after like a thousand years lol #december 2022 event #200+ followers event #12 Days of Kinkmas #sort of #one piece smut #one piece x reader smut #one piece x you #one piece x reader #nami x afab!reader #nami x reader smut #nami smut #well #nami x afab!reader x “mystery” #tho you can guess who the mystery is here lmao #nsft #18+ #mdni

[kiestrokes]

12 Lays of Kinkmas Challenge

🗝️Note: Just reposting the kinkmas prompt list from last year. Each two can be used together or separate! Have fun and feel free to tag me in the finished work.

🎁 My 12 Lays Masterlist

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The 12 Days of Kinkmas Masterlist

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

Day 1: Breeding ♡ Billy Hargrove

Day 2: Tit Fucking ♡ Damon Salvatore

Day 3: Thigh Riding ♡ William Afton

Day 4: Virginity ♡ Steve Harrington

Day 5: Nipple Piercings ♡ JJ Maybank

(more coming soon)

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[caught-in-the-filter]

Sharing the Joy - Chapter 2

Summary: When Emma attempts to distract Captain Hook in the past, Killian doesn’t make it off his ship in time to slip away unnoticed.

Picking up exactly where Chapter 1 left off, Hook and Killian show Emma a very good time. The rating has now been raised to very E.

A/N: This has been a long time coming. I couldn't let go of the idea ever since I wrote Chapter 1 and posted it back in December, literally creating the Doc for Chapter 2 the day I posted the first one lol. I have a bunch of wips but not a lot of time or energy lately, but I finally finished this one and can share it with you at last.

Huge shoutout and thank you to @veryverynotgoodwrites for being a wonderful friend and beta, and for helping this flow a lot better and keeping my paragraphs in order, and another to her and everyone else who has been super supportive throughout the long process of writing this. ❤️❤️❤️

Rated: E; Words: 5832 (6412 total); AO3; my Kinkmas AO3 series; Chapter 1 on tumblr.

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Hook released his hold on Emma’s hair and lowered his hand to her neck. He tugged at the clasp that held her cloak in place until it loosened, deftly caught the heavy material before it could fall to the floor, and tossed it out of their way.

“Are you going to join us, or are you just going to stand there and watch?” Hook jeered at Killian before surprising Emma with a forward shove.

Killian caught her in his arms, an apologetic look on his face for what he knew his past self was capable of and for how he’d already begun to treat her. Emma’s cheeks flushed, and she averted her eyes. Killian was surprised not only at her shyness, but at the fact that she hadn’t seemed bothered by Hook’s behavior at all. She shrugged, her hand on his bicep, thumb rubbing soothing, reassuring lines as if to say that this was more than okay.

“You want to see what’s underneath as much as I do, don’t you?” Hook goaded, closing the space he’d created between Emma and himself, pinning her between Killian’s chest and his own. Tucking the curve of his hook beneath her chin, he tipped back her head, making her hold Killian’s still hesitant gaze. “Have I lost my touch in the future? Am I no longer a pirate?” Hook asked snidely, gliding his hand up Emma’s side to cup her breast through her bodice. “She’s giving herself willingly to us, mate. Go on and take her.”

Killian brought his hand to the loop of the bow at the top of her bodice, gently toying with the lace and pulling it taut before he paused, never looking away from her. He cocks his head to the side, a silent request for permission in his stalling. Emma nodded, and Killian untied the knot, taking his time as his fingers and hook skillfully worked the laces out of their loops down the whole front until the material opened for him. As Killian slowly slipped it off Emma’s shoulders and down her arms, Hook groaned impatiently.

“Savor it another time,” he snapped at Killian, making quick work of divesting Emma of the rest of her clothing. “I seem to recall you’re both on a bit of a tight schedule, and if this is the first and last time I’ll get to enjoy this lovely lass until however long you’ve had to wait for me to make your move, I want as much of her as I can get right now.” He tapped the backs of her knees, getting her to lift each leg so he could kick away her discarded dress.

“That’s better, isn’t it, darling?” His voice rolled deep in his chest as he addressed Emma, sultry and smooth and no less dangerous than she knew he was. His calloused palm returned to her breast, kneading her soft flesh with no more barrier between them. “Kiss him,” Hook instructed, and this time it was Emma’s eyes which begged for permission that Killian readily gave her.

Emma gripped Killian’s lapels as she had in Neverland and rose on her toes as she crashed her lips into his, pulling him closer as one hand slid up to grasp the hair at the nape of his neck. Suddenly she jumped and pressed her body flush against Killian as Hook trailed his lips down her spine, sinking to his knees behind her. He dragged his teeth over the curve of her ass and nipped at her flesh as he slipped his hook between her legs, making her shiver as he ran the curved metal along her folds.

“Naughty lass. You must already be soaking wet for us,” Hook speculated as he decided to tease her with his hand instead. His fingers were met with the proof of his assumption as they slid easily against her sodden skin. Hook asked Killian, “Would you like to taste her first, or shall I?”

Killian pondered for a moment, surprised that his past self would give him a choice rather than take Emma’s sinful treasure for himself. At first he figured it would mean more to himself as the version of him who fell in love with her than to the pirate who might not care if she returned for another night, but then he had another thought.

“If you try her first, would that mean I’d remember it?” He asked, his voice low and feral as he began to give into his lust for her, sounding more like his counterpart as they discussed her as if she weren’t standing before them. But gods, it turned Emma on all the more.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Hook grinned as Killian hoisted Emma onto the desk, laying her back flat against it and spreading her legs over the sides.

“He’s going to give you his mouth,” Killian said as he circled her and stood by her head, “and I promise you’re going to love it. I want the memory of you on my tongue to make it that much more satisfying for us both when I get to give you mine. Alright?”

Emma nodded and watched as Hook knelt at the end of the desk opposite Killian. As Hook kissed a path up her inner thigh, Emma reached up for Killian, finding comfort as she wrapped her fingers around the curve of his hook. She glanced up and smiled as he gently grasped her other hand in his.

“We’ll take good care of you, lass,” Hook growled, sounding more like a taunting threat than a reassurance, as he wrapped his arms beneath her thighs to hold her in place. “Just stay perfectly still for me.”

“Fuck,” Emma gasped as Hook flattened his tongue against her and dipped the tip of it inside her core before flicking at her clit instead. Her grip on Killian’s hand tightened as Hook licked and sucked and muttered words like delicious and fucking perfect into her flesh. When Hook found a particularly sensitive spot that made her moan, Emma canted her hips in an attempt to direct his focus there, but he simply laughed and tightened his hold on her legs.

“Ah ah, I know, darling,” Hook cooed, kissing everywhere except the spot where she most wanted his lips. “I noticed what got to you. I know where you crave so much more. But you haven’t yet earned it.” He looked at Killian, almost disappointed that his future self would stand untouched and lend a comforting hand rather than take what they all knew he wanted, then looked back at Emma. “I want you to suck his cock. Put those sweet little hands on his leathers, take it out, and show him what he’s been waiting for all along.”

Emma and Killian shared a glance before she practically purred, “Yes, Captain.”

“Ooh, I like that,” Hook growled, rewarding her with another pass from his tongue. “You know we’re in charge here, don’t you? You know what being a good little wench will get you.” Emma jumped as his hook met her slick flesh once more, the touch of the cool metal jarring after the softness of his tongue and the warmth of his breath. “Go on, love. Obey your Captain’s orders.”

Emma let go of Killian and reached for the laces of his leathers. Hook impatiently egged her on as she took as much care as Killian did with her bodice, both eager and unprepared to see what hid behind the tight material. When at last Emma finished with the laces, Killian helped her lower the leather down over his hips, freeing his cock as it subtly swayed in front of her face from his movement.

“Staring at it won’t get us very far, lass,” Hook scoffed. “If you don’t know what to do with one, he can help you if I haven’t become too prudish.”

“I can handle it,” Emma bit back. She knew what she was doing; of that she was confident. She just hadn’t expected to be doing it with Killian so soon, let alone two of him, and that’s what riled her nerves.

“Then fucking handle it.” Lowering his hook, he threatened, “You don’t get more from me until he’s balls deep in your pretty little throat.”

Killian tensed and relaxed as Emma hesitantly wrapped her hands around his cock, gritting his teeth as she began to pump him with languid strokes. He was already hard for her; he always was. For as often as he wondered what it would be like if they were to finally share some intimacy, he never imagined their first time together would have been like this. Or, he supposed, his first and second time with her.

“Gods, Emma, please,” he moaned as he rutted into her hands. “Keep doing that.”

He was at least as thick as Emma had figured he would be, perhaps more so as he seemed to swell further in her fists, and as long as she’d secretly hoped. Not that she thought about it all that much, of course, but sometimes she couldn’t help it when he always wore such damn tight pants that left little to her imagination. He made it easy to want him, and that only made it harder for her to admit that she did. She would have to remember to thank his past self for his open determination.

“Take a taste of him,” Hook goaded, watching her as he nosed along the crease of her thigh. “Wrap your perfect lips around him like a good little wench, and I’ll put mine back on your clit.”

“Yes please, Captain,” Emma said, hoping he wouldn’t wait. “Lean closer,” she told Killian, parting her lips and taking just the tip of him between them before sucking hard, swiping her tongue over his slit as he hissed sharply and bucked into her mouth.

“Don’t tease him, darling,” Hook smirked as he did exactly that to Emma, pressing his palm to her flesh and brushing his thumb back and forth just above where he knew she ached for it.

“Fucking hell, Emma,” Killian breathed as she took him deeper with each roll of his hips. As his hand fisted in her hair and cradled her head, it took everything in him not to thrust too hard. “So fucking good.”

“There’s a good girl,” Hook praised. Emma jumped as he dragged his teeth down her inner thigh, whining in frustration around Killian’s cock. “Shh,” he soothed, “I’m a man of my word, don’t fret. But first, a wench as good as you deserves to wear her Captain’s mark, doesn’t she?” As Hook clamped down on her soft flesh, Emma gasped at the sudden pricks of pain, coughing around Killian as she choked on her own saliva.

“Are you alright, Emma?” Killian asked softly as he reluctantly pulled back and gave her a moment to breathe.

“She’s fine,” Hook answered for her as he worked a small bruise into her skin and used his tongue to lave over the impressions left by his teeth.

“I’m fine,” Emma reassured him, urging him closer again. “I want more of you, Killian, please.” Arching her brow at Hook, she continued, “And I want that you to keep his fucking promise.”

“You’ve too much fire for your own good.” Hook returned Emma’s expression and said to his future self, “I see why you like her.” With that, he sealed his lips over her clit and sucked hard with pulsing force. “Gods, I love the way you taste,” he muttered. As she writhed on his tongue and moaned around his duplicate who once again filled her mouth, Hook slid his fingers along her dripping wet folds and eased two inside her. As he pumped and curled them again and again, faster and faster, he asked, “Tell me, have you ever had your mouth and your cunt fucked at the same time?”

“Uh uhn,” Emma replied, her mouth full of Killian, rocking her hips in search of more.

“Oh darling, then let me—let us—enlighten you.” Hook loosened his laces as he got to his feet and tugged off his leathers. Taking his cock in hand, he aligned himself with her entrance and pressed the flat of his hook against her stomach to hold her in place as he steadily filled her. The satisfying stretch would have taken Emma’s breath away if she’d had any left as Killian thrust into her mouth. “Gods, you feel fucking fantastic,” Hook moaned, sighing at the bit of relief he found in her heat. “She’s so bloody tight.”

“You should try her mouth,” Killian muttered. A groan caught in his throat at a sudden new sensation. “Gods, she fucking swallows. You’re gonna make me fucking come like that, Emma. Bloody hell.”

“What do you say, lass?” Hook asked Emma as he continued pounding into her. “You’ve got my cock all nice and wet. Should we switch so you can taste it?”

“Nnhnn,” Emma nodded, her movement restricted by Killian as he pushed deeper and held her flush against himself.

“You heard the wench,” Hook smirked at Killian, leaving Emma feeling suddenly empty as he pulled out of her, making her squirm as he teased her clit with the tip of his cock. Killian retreated too, peeling off his leathers the rest of the way to grant himself easier movement. As the two men traded positions, Hook instructed Emma, “Roll onto your stomach. I want to see your pretty eyes as I fuck your throat.” As she obeyed, he added, “On your knees, get your arse in the air for him. That’s it.”

“Gods, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Killian praised as he swatted her ass and gripped her flesh in his hand. He already missed her mouth, but he was eager to feel her heat instead. “Look at you, so wet and eager between the two of us. It seems you’ve wanted this as long as I have.” Killian looped his arm under Emma’s stomach and reached for her clit, making her legs slide further apart on the desk as he rolled and pinched the sensitive nub. “Take me in, love,” he breathed as he aligned himself with her entrance and pushed forward.

Emma’s mouth fell open as Killian filled her completely, and Hook seized the opportunity to take it, relishing the feel of her moan around his cock.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding, were you?” Hook panted, talking to Killian as he watched Emma seal her lips around him and suck. “She’s bloody fucking fantastic.”

Emma hummed at the compliment and swallowed lightly, the corners of her lips turning upward as Hook called her a good girl again. As Hook’s fingers made their way back to her hair, Killian’s gripped her ass, roughly kneading her flesh as if to curb his desire to fuck her harder, the effort in his restraint made clearer in his clenched jaw and painfully tense stance.

“She’s not made of porcelain, mate,” Hook reassured, noticing Killian’s hesitance. “You won’t break her.” He glanced down at Emma, wrenching back her head so she met his gaze as he fucked her mouth and continued, “She wants to be thoroughly used. Don’t you, wench?”

Emma tried her best to nod, another rush of arousal coursing through her at his words, but Hook made it difficult as he plunged as deep as he could down her throat and held her head firmly in place until her gagging became a promise none of them wanted to endure. She gasped and coughed as he let her go, catching her breath before she confidently took him in just as deeply on her own, sweetly looking up at him as she bobbed along his length and bucked back onto Killian.

“Bloody fucking hell! See?” Hook yanked her hair, and the erotic sound she released at the pleasurable pain was enough to give him brief pause as he raised his brow at her.

“Did you like that?”

Hook grinned as Emma nodded, and he thrust forward again.

“Do you want more?”

“Mmhmmn.” Emma slid her tongue along Hook’s shaft as she impatiently rocked back onto Killian, who had slowed in order to keep a careful eye on Hook.

“Tell us how you want it then.” Hook’s eyes were positively wild as he challenged her.

“Harder, Captain.”

“There’s a good wench.” Jerking her head back by her hair, Hook held Emma firmly and slammed into her mouth, paying no regard to her heaving sounds as he plunged a little too far each time. He glanced at his still slow-moving counterpart and growled, “You heard her, too. Be the gentleman and give the lady what she wants. Tell him,” he ordered, pulling her head back for her to say it again.

“Fuck me harder, Killian,” she begged breathlessly. “Ple—” Hook interrupted her, filling her mouth hard and fast.

“Gods, Emma.” Killian lost all his restraint then. His fingers dug into her hip as he gripped her tightly, the flat of his hook at her other side to keep her steady, as he snapped his hips with abandon. “As you wish.” If Emma wanted it rough, they were damn well going to give it to her. Gods knew he longed to take her on every surface in his ship and beyond; he wasn’t about to deny her desperate plea.

It didn’t take long for Emma to approach her climax. She visibly shook between them as they quickly brought her closer to the edge, tensing and relaxing as she tried her best to prolong the feeling.

“Look at her trembling,” the Killian behind her devilishly teased as he steadily snapped his hips nonetheless. “I’m beginning to think she can’t handle us both.”

“Mm, I think we’re exactly what she needs,” Hook purred. “Isn’t that right, little wench?”

Emma nodded as she gagged on his cock, swallowing him deeper without much choice as he held her firmly by her hair. Gods, it was so intense, pinned between the two almost as if they were connected inside her, rocking back onto one cock before leaning forward to take the other into her mouth and endlessly repeating the intoxicating cycle.

“I think she’s going to come.” Emma could hear the smirk in Killian’s voice as he fucked her harder, faster. She gasped as his hand found her clit, earning herself a yank on her hair by his harsher counterpart as her sucking faltered.

“Keep up, lass, or we won’t let you.”

Emma wasn’t sure which one of them said it as they both stopped for an agonizing moment before pounding her in synchrony. She almost cried from how wonderfully overwhelming it was, but then they kept talking, both to her and to each other, and she finally, blissfully spun out of control.

“Come on, I want to feel you swallow again.”

“Gods, she’s fucking squeezing me.”

“Touch her clit.”

“She’s so fucking sensitive. Aren’t you, love?”

“Fuck!” Emma screamed, muffled by Hook’s cock filling her mouth as he held her against himself while she spasmed on Killian’s. It was the most intoxicating orgasm of her life, both versions of the pirate flooding her senses as she rode the waves of euphoria. The taste of him, the feel of him, it was too much, and it was perfect.

As she came down from her high, they lifted her to her feet, far more gently than their actions just a moment ago. Emma didn’t know how she would stay upright, hurriedly wrapping her arms around Hook’s neck and clinging to him as her knees buckled beneath her. Killian caught her from behind as they both chuckled lightly, his hand at her hip as he brushed her hair over her shoulder with his hook and kissed her neck, his lips wet and warm against her already heated skin.

“That was—” Emma started breathlessly.

“I know,” they both muttered with a smirk.

Hook slanted his mouth over Emma’s and kissed her senseless as that of his future self roamed her back. Killian sank to his knees behind her, traveling lower, lower, until he made her gasp as he sucked at her clit and prodded inside her with a hummed groan. The soft touch of his tongue was a welcome change of pace, and she melted into Hook’s embrace.

“I couldn’t resist,” Killian sighed contentedly against her slick flesh as he continued to slake his thirst between her legs. “I remembered now, how you tasted to him all these years ago, and I had to have you again at last.”

“Delicious, isn’t she?”

“Mmm.”

Supporting her with his hand splayed against the small of her back, Hook bent Emma backwards and mapped her chest with his lips.

“These deserve much more attention than they’ve gotten from us. Perhaps we should remedy that, aye?” Hook gently sucked her nipple into his mouth as Killian did the same to her clit, coaxing the peak to attention with his teeth and quick flicks of his tongue.

Emma’s soft gasps drew hungry groans of encouragement from both men as their expertise stirred the beginnings of another release deep within her, the tension coiling low in her belly with every little tease. But she remained just barely on the precipice as Killian soon pulled away reluctantly and stood beside his counterpart.

Hook turned his body aside and welcomed Killian to the sultry feast. They were so in sync, which should have been unsurprising given that they were technically one and the same, but it still blew Emma’s mind how little had changed despite how different Killian had clearly become from his past self.

As they both tended to her breasts with such fervor, Hook’s hand gradually slid lower still, and he cupped her ass in his palm as his fingertips inched toward his goal. Killian’s hand moved in tandem in front of her, once again finding her overstimulated clit and rubbing it in soothing circles, but it was Hook’s confident prodding that made Emma breathless.

“Easy,” Hook cooed, working a finger inside her as he dragged his lips back to the crook of her neck. “Would you give us your arse, darling?” he asked sweetly as he peppered her with kisses, surprising her by making a sincere request. “We could make you feel so full.” He looked up at her, and gods, she could’ve lost herself in his eyes. “Please?”

Emma glanced at Killian, hoping to see his reaction. It wasn’t something she’d done often, and she wasn’t sure how much she trusted his past self to be patient with her. But if he had some sort of lubricant they could use, well, she was certainly curious what it would feel like to have them both inside her, and she wouldn’t have another opportunity to find out if she hesitated.

“Only if—” Killian, look at me please, Emma thought “—only if he’s the one to take it.”

Killian snapped back to the moment then, his precise focus on her breast brought to a halt as his thoughts caught up with his ears. Emma hadn’t meant to put pressure on him, and Hook didn’t seem to be thrilled that he would be denied the privilege either way, but nonetheless the prospect remained an exciting venture.

“Emma….” For the first time, Killian Jones didn’t know what to say. His hand left her sensitive flesh in favor of scratching behind his ear, almost as if he were nervous. He could certainly handle it, and he believed he could make it good for her, but he knew she was hesitant and didn’t want to push her as much as his past self did.

“Maybe we just need to show him what you have to offer,” Hook murmured against the base of her ear. Spinning her to face him, Hook grasped Emma’s hand and walked her to his bed. He sat first on the edge of the mattress, his feet planted firmly on the floor, before waving her onto his lap. “Come on.”

Emma straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his cock, sighing as he stretched her once more. Gods, she wasn’t sure how she’d ever handle two of him, even if they wouldn’t be filling the same spot.

“There’s a good girl,” he smirked. Palming her ass and pressing the flat of his hook to the other side, he spread her apart to give Killian a full view as he thrust up into her and teased her ass with his fingertips. “Look at her. We both know you want it.”

As Emma moaned and bounced on Hook’s lap, Killian swallowed hard and asked, “Emma, are you sure?”

Hook locked eyes with her and nodded in reassurance.

“Yes.” Emma sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and worried it for a moment before repeating with more certainty, “Yes please.”

“Mmm, naughty fucking wench,” Hook growled low in her ear, making her blush, before he addressed Killian again. Jutting his head toward the cabinets across the room, he instructed, “The door on the right. There’s a small bottle of oil on the top shelf. Get it.”

Killian took his own order, bristling at the insinuation that he didn’t know where things were kept on his own ship. After retrieving the bottle, he stepped behind Emma, massaging her flesh as he drizzled some of the liquid onto her skin. Her light hum made him smile, and he kissed across the back of her shoulders as he poured the oil generously over her puckered hole, coating his fingers and easing them inside her.

“Lean forward, lass,” Hook purred, pressing his hook to the small of her back and cupping the back of her head with his hand, holding her against his chest as he settled back onto the mattress and let himself slip from her core. “That’s it. Let him have you.”

“Just…” Emma started, suddenly anxious but no less interested, “just be gentle.” She expected Hook to tease her for her request, but he simply kissed her, stroking her hair as he nipped at her lips.

“Of course.” Killian pressed his words into her spine as he slowly worked her open, pausing occasionally to apply more lubricant to his fingers as he got her used to the feel of them inside her.

“We don’t want to hurt you.” Hook surprised her with his promise. “This is as much for you as it is for us.”

“Thank you,” Emma said softly. Both men hummed in response and continued their efforts to ease her tension.

It didn’t take long before they had her moaning again. The tender touch of their lips against her heated skin, the brush of their cocks against her most sensitive flesh as she rocked into Hook and felt Killian finally align himself, their hands and hooks roaming her body and keeping her steady—it was all too much and all too perfect all at once.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Killian coated his cock in the oil and slowly rolled his hips forward, filling Emma’s ass inch by agonizing inch. Her moans of “fuck, Fuck, FUCK” heightening in pitch and increasing in volume until he was fully seated inside her. Patiently he waited to move as he kissed away the tension which arched her back and stiffened her shoulders, allowing her to adjust to his size.

“Gods, you’re perfect,” he praised. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes,” she sighed, urging him to move as she canted her hips to give him a better angle. “Yes, it’s—I’m—you’re good, Killian. So good.”

“Give her what she needs,” Hook growled eagerly.

As Killian eased into a pulsing rhythm, Hook palmed Emma’s breast as he brought his mouth to her nipple once more. He groaned as he swirled his tongue around the stiff peak until she was panting above him.

“Look at you, stretching for me like this,” Killian praised, his voice still full of disbelief that they were actually, finally doing this together. “Taking me in your perfect, tight arse. Bloody hell, Emma, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“How sweet,” Hook dismissed his future self, far more interested in joining him than hearing his already obvious confession. Keeping Emma balanced with his hook at her side, the Captain lowered his hand between them and wrapped his fingers around his cock, dragging the tip through her folds and tapping it on her clit. Meeting her gaze, he asked, “Can you be a really good girl and take me back into your sweet little cunt while he fucks your arse?”

Hook’s words were blunt and lewd, and yet Emma felt there was something oddly endearing about them. Maybe she saw a bit of the Killian she knew in his request for permission, or maybe she was just so horny that the thought of the two of them fucking her at the same time simply made her wetter. In any case, she nodded with a small “yes please” as she smiled and nipped at his lips, waiting for him to fill her too.

“Gods, you’re bloody perfect,” Hook sighed as he carefully but quickly slipped inside her, falling easily into Killian’s rhythm, syncopated at first to let her get accustomed to their thrusts before he matched his counterpart and they stretched her together.

Emma’s mouth fell open and she wanted to speak, to tell them both what they were doing to her, how full she felt, how close they were bringing her to another climax. But she couldn’t find the words, and she realized that they, too, had stopped speaking in favor of filling the room with loud groans and desperate moans.

“Come,” Hook muttered through gritted teeth. “Come on, lass. We won’t be far behind. Come for us.”

“Please, Emma,” Killian breathed against her neck, his lips latching on as he whined in his own urgency.

Emma writhed between them and couldn’t decide whether to cry his name or his moniker as her left hand anchored in Hook’s hair and her right searched for that of the Killian behind her. Her knees dug into Hook’s sides as her legs drew together and the tension inside her snapped, soaking the Captain’s cock as he thrust faster and faster.

“I want you both to come too.” Emma’s eyes flicked between the two of them. As Killian’s hips stuttered, Emma reached out for him and held him close. “Please. It’s alright,” she encouraged, and it didn’t take much more coaxing before he stilled and spilled himself in her ass. “Fuck,” she breathed, and he did just that, pushing it deeper inside her until he couldn’t take it any more.

“Fuck, I’m—” Hook lifted Emma enough to let his cock slip from her core just in time for his release to shoot out in thick creamy ropes across their stomachs. His chest heaved as he caught his breath to answer her curious expression. “I imagine that’s not a risk you have the luxury to take right now, darling. Add time travel to the mix, and well, who knows what effect that could have on you.”

Emma nodded, grateful for his unexpected precaution. He certainly knew how to surprise her in the best ways.

But then she couldn’t help but laugh, a bubbling giggle overtaking her at the impossible circumstances they found themselves in together, and at the mindblowing sex, the way the intense pleasure of her orgasm flooded her mind with pure, sated delight. She tucked her head beneath Hook’s chin, blissfully sore and too spent to move as both men smiled and embraced her as they covered her in kisses.

“I suppose,” Killian said softly against Emma’s shoulder blade as he soothingly rubbed her back, “we might want to get back on schedule. As tempting as it is to rest, we’ve already taken quite the detour.”

“Mmmm, I don’t want to leave,” Emma huffed as she traced nonsense shapes on Hook’s chest. “But I guess you’re right.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” Hook echoed, gently tangling his fingers in her hair as he cupped the back of her head, caressing her neck with his thumb. “But if what you said was true, if your very existence is on the line, I should not have kept you as long as I already have.” Guiding her to sit up with him, Hook continued, “I know I’ll have you at least once more. That’s enough for me to let you go now. But perhaps you would be so kind as to not keep him waiting so long for the next time, aye?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Emma’s mouth as she averted her gaze and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling more vulnerable with them than she had been all night. Hook set her on her feet and stood with her as Killian retrieved their clothing.

“I wouldn’t mind that, you know,” Killian teased as he helped her back into her gown. As erotic as it was to let him slowly unwrap her, it felt like a different, oddly deeper sort of intimacy as he effortlessly dressed her and looked into her eyes as he tied the bow with the help of his teeth.

Emma replied with a kiss, soft yet passionate as she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around him.

Hook dressed as he watched them, the sight of his future self with Emma like that stirring him again. Scratching behind his ear as he cleared his throat, he politely interrupted them.

“We should probably—”

“—Go.”

“Yeah.” Emma stepped back to let Killian pull on his leathers before helping him with the laces, granting him the same tenderness he’d shown her. Pressing her hand to his chest in the exposed V, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palm, she smirked and said, “Maybe… I might not mind that either. And thank you,” she continued as she turned to Hook and settled her hands on his shoulders, “for helping me say it.”

She kissed Hook’s cheek, devilishly chaste, and laughed as he caught her around her waist before she could move away.

“That’s certainly not the final memory you’re going to leave me with, is it?” he growled into the crook of her neck, delighting in how ticklish she was there and making a mental note that he hoped he’d remember for however many years down the line until they’d meet again. He slanted his mouth over hers, and she melted in his arms as he made it that much more difficult to leave the Jolly and his embrace.

When Hook at last let her go, the three said their reluctant goodbyes. Emma and Killian made their way above deck without the Captain, fearing the effect it might have on poor Mr. Smee to see two of him at once as he kept watch.

Emma curled her fingers around the curve of Killian’s hook and rested her head against his shoulder as they journeyed on to the next part of their adventure.

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#captain swan #hook/emma/killian #cs ff #cs smut #12 days of kinkmas #kayla writes #my writing

[deathstarshawty]

also before i forget i posted something on AO3 and would really love thoughts! here’s a taste:

18+

tags: jealous!ani x f

Anakin broke someone’s hand once, in a transport hub. Aurelie had been trying to make sense of a map, even though Anakin had said he knew where they were going and they needed to hurry up to avoid missing their fleet. He says, later, that it’s an accident, that he hadn’t meant to snap the man’s wrist at a harsh angle when said hand had “accidentally” groped Aurelie when Anakin had gone to grab them (her, because he doesn’t even like sugary drinks, but she loves hot chocolate and always finishes hers “too soon” and asks for “just a sip, Ani” that always ends with her finishing it) something to eat for their trip.

#anakin skywalker #has an anger issue? maybe????? idk #it was an accident #deathstarshawty teasers #12 days of kinkmas #kinkmas #teehee 🤭

[babydollmarauders]

SWEETEST GIFT — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which Luke gives y/n the sweetest gift, resulting in an eventful christmas night

warnings: anxiety, NSFW CONTENT, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v (protected). (5k words)

notes: merry christmas and welcome to the final day of kinkmas! i hope you’ve all enjoyed these past 12 days and that everyone has a wonderful holiday! this is the longest fic of them all because apparently i’m actually incapable of writing a short luke smut…

i’m late.

it’s arguably the most important date so far in my relationship, and i’m late.

i don’t mean to be, obviously; the last thing i wanna do is make a bad first impression on my boyfriend’s teammates, but under the circumstances, it was completely out of my control.

i told my family several times that i needed to be out the door by four o’clock, and i thought they understood that. but then christmas breakfast turned into christmas brunch and gifts were opened late and then my mother insisted i stayed until my little cousins arrived and i still had to get changed and it was a chaotic mess all the way until i got out the door.

at five o’clock.

an entire hour later than i was supposed to leave.

so now here i am, having driven barefoot to my boyfriends apartment and only just now pulling my boots on, messy bun unreasonably… messy, and his gift having fallen onto the floor of my car after some definite traffic law violations in order to arrive as quick as possible.

once my boots are zipped securely on my feet, i’m leaning almost entirely over the center console, my hand patting at the passengers side floor until i finally grasp the present; a box wrapped in shiny red paper.

i quickly stumble out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me before i take off into the apartment complex. the wait for the elevator feels infinite, and the ride up even longer, but i finally reach the apartment door.

faint music drifts through the cracked open door, the sounds of multiple men talking each other overpowering the melodies that play, and i knock lightly upon the wood. after one more knock and two minutes of nobody answering, i push the door open, peeking my head in to find nobody in the entry way.

tip-toeing in, i close the door behind me, the short heels of my boots clicking against the hardwood floor as i shrug my coat off, hanging it on the overcrowded coat rack by the door before i wander further into the apartment.

i determine the source of the voices as the kitchen, but opt to veer off and drop Luke’s present off in his bedroom before i join them, as i know we won’t be exchanging gifts until after dinner. i set the gift on his bed, leaving his bedroom door open on my way out, but rather than walking into the empty hallway, i find myself colliding with a hard chest as someone leaves the restroom.

“oh shit, sorry!” i squeak, looking up to find a confused face staring back at me.

the unfamiliar man is tall, at least a couple inches taller than my boyfriend, with blue-green eyes and brown buzzed hair. he stares down at me a frown and threaded brows.

“excuse me, are you supposed to be here?” he questions, and i nod quickly, swallowing harshly as i try to push down the anxiety of meeting this new person.

i glance down the hallway in hopes that Luke will miraculously appear, but i can still hear him laughing in the kitchen, “yes, yeah! i am!”

the man narrows his eyes at me, “yeah, ‘cause that didn’t sound suspicious.”

he stalks down the hallway quickly towards the kitchen, my shorter legs following behind him.

“guys, there’s a girl over here! never seen her before!” the man calls out, his voice carrying over the sound of all the others and gaining the guys attention.

one by one i see heads peeking out from the kitchen, making me stop in my tracks. my hands shake with anxiety as they all peer back at me, some faces looking frustrated or annoyed, until finally my boyfriend emerges from the kitchen.

a small smile is painted across his lips, but it drops as he sees my nervous body languages. picking my steps back up, i walk slowly into his arms, incredibly perceptive of the amount of eyes that watch me.

“hi, angel.” Luke’s arms enclose around my waist, pulling me tight against him as he speaks.

“hi, Lukey. sorry, i’m late.” his body shakes as he chuckles, brushing off my apologies.

“it’s okay,” he assures me as i pull away, “i see you met Bass.”

i turn, my back pressing against Luke’s chest as his arm winds around to hug around my stomach, facing his teammates, who all seem a lot less menacing now that they know i’m not a crazy fangirl who found her way in.

“Bass,” i repeat, staring at the man whom i ran into. i rack my brain for a moment, trying to remember who Luke has said this man is in the past, “ah, yes, Nathan!”

Nathan nods with a smile, “you can just call me Nate or Bass, all the guys do. sorry about scaring you, didn’t realize you were Rusty’s girl.”

i bite back a laugh at my boyfriend’s hockey nickname. i’ve heard it before, but it’ll take some getting used to.

“it’s okay.”

Luke points out each friend, introducing them one by one until i’ve met all five; Nico, Dawson, John, Timo, and Nathan.

“and then you know Jack.” Luke waves his brother off, making me chuckle.

“yeah, hi, Jack.”

Jack smiles, “hi, y/n. there’s some wine in the kitchen, if you want some.”

the guys retreat to living room after Luke promises to check on the ham in the oven, guiding me into the kitchen. grabbing a wine glass from a cupboard, he fills it with a red wine before turning and leaning against the counter, handing the glass off to me.

“you look like you could use it.” he laughs, making me slap his chest in playful annoyance.

“i could! my family is batshit crazy,” i sigh, taking a big gulp of the wine before i set the glass down on the counter, “i was supposed to be here an hour ago but apparently my mother can’t tell time and lord knows i’m not allowed to leave until she deems christmas over.”

i walk myself between his slightly spread legs, dropping my forehead on his chest as i groan, “i just need food and cuddles.”

“well, i can check one thing off that list, but i can’t promise the ham will be edible, after all, Jack made it so…”

a giggle falls from my lips as i peer up into his eyes, shrugging my shoulders, “yeah, maybe i’ll stick to the mashed potatoes.”

the rest of the evening goes about as smoothly as i figured it would; i had to end up finishing the ham because i had absolutely no faith in Jack to not overcook it, the guys playfully teased Luke and told me funny stories of things he’s done on roadies or in the locker room, and we all sat around the living room and ate christmas dinner as Jack and Dawson heavily debated what the best christmas movie is.

finally, about three hours later, the guys took off to a local bar for some drinks and darts, Luke and i staying back in order to spend some alone time together.

“c’mon, i wanna give you your gift.” Luke smiles, hand slipping into mine as we rise from the couch, walking down the hallways and into his room.

he shuts the door behind us, grabbing a small, poorly wrapped present off of his dresser before we both sit on his bed.

“okay, wait, you first.” i tell him, picking the red present up off the mattress and pushing it into his hands.

my boyfriend was a bit difficult to shop for, seeing ad when he wants something, he usually just buys it. but i figured i could never go wrong by combining something he loves with one of his favorite hobbies.

he hands me my present, but i wait to unwrap it until he wraps his, rather enjoying watching him shed the paper from the box. a smile spreads across his face as he looks up at me.

“it’s a lego model of the UMich football stadium! i figured it was something for you to do over the next couple free days, or just whenever you want, but i thought it was perfect because you love building lego sets and you love michigan and-”

my ramble is cut off gently by his lips, his hand cupping my cheek as he kisses me slowly.

“i love it,” he says as he pulls away, eyes gazing straight into mine as he smiles, “it’s extremely thoughtful. maybe you can help me build it?”

i nod, leaning in to press my lips against his once more, “if you want me to, i’ll happily do so. or i’ll just keep you company as you build it.”

“that sounds great, angel. alright, you’re turn!”

i giggle at his enthusiasm, looking down at the small gift in my hands. i slowly peel the wrapping paper off, making a mental note to teach him how to wrap in the new year, until i finally unveil a velvet jewelry box.

my eyes widen, flickering up to my boyfriend in surprise, but he just gives me a small, encouraging nod.

flipping open the top, a simple yet beautiful necklace comes into view; a dainty silver chain with a tiny, minimalistic ‘L’ in the middle.

“oh my god,” i breathe out, my hand rising to my lips in shock, “Luke, this is beautiful.”

“i thought maybe you could wear it when you come to watch me play.” his cheeks blush a rosy pink as i look back up at him, obviously a bit more self-conscious now than he was merely minutes ago.

“can you put it on me?” i ask him, and he nods, taking the box from my hands in order to pull the necklace from the velvet interior.

i twist around, holding my hair up and allowing him to gently clasp the necklace around my neck. his fingers graze the back of my neck, sending shockwaves throughout my body as he makes sure the necklace is secure before he lets go, his hands smoothing over my shoulders and down my arms when he finishes.

i turn again, facing him once more as my hand reaches up to my collarbone, my fingertips running over the cool metal as i grin.

“it’s so beautiful, Lukey. i love it.” i cup his cheeks, pulling his face forward to press an excited kiss against his lips.

i kiss him breathlessly, our lips locking as i crawl into his lap, one leg on each side of his body, “i love you.”

i tense after the three monumental words leave my mouth, a heat of the moment confession that i wasn’t sure he was ready to hear; but, i know i’ve been ready to say.

“shit, you- uh- you don’t have to say it back. please, don’t feel like you have to say it if you aren’t ready. i mean, i know i was ready, but that doesn’t mean you have to be. you can take your ti-”

for the second time tonight, my words are shortened by my boyfriend’s lips against mine, a smile fighting against his facial muscles as he kisses me.

“i love you too.” he whispers.

my heart races, beating so strongly it feels as though it’s about to escape my chest, but my body relaxes, my eyes gazing into his as i sigh.

“you do?”

he nods, hands rubbing gently up my sides in comforting movements, “i do. i love you so much.”

i’m overwhelmed with relief and joy, the corners of my lips quirking up in a wide grin; absolutely bewitched by the beautiful boy in front of me.

i’m not sure what i’ve done in life to have deserved someone as kind, humorous, and caring as Luke; someone who gets me sweet, thoughtful gifts; who does anything to ease my anxiety the moment he spots the signs; who loves me for exactly who i am, and who reminds me every day that i’m gorgeous and perfect in my own way. but, i know that i’m incredibly grateful to have him in my life, and i want to share all of life’s beautiful moments with him.

my lips descend upon his, a breathy sigh blowing from my nose as my eyes flutter closed, pulling him deeper into the kiss with my grip on the back of his neck. his hands still on my waist, fingers gripping a little tighter as i begin to rock my hips slowly against his.

he groans into my lips, hands stilling my hips as he pulls away, our faces still close enough that i can feel his breath against my lips, and i whine at the loss of the delicious feeling that had begun rolling through my body.

“you gotta stop, angel.” he gulps, voice tight and shaky, “if you don’t, i’m gonna have a… situation, and i don’t wanna make you feel like you have to do anything yet.”

my skin feels hot, uncomfortable even, and i register it quickly as want.

despite the fact that Luke and i haven’t actually done anything yet, it’s not like i’m unfamiliar with being horny, or even having had sex. i just wanted to take things slow him; wanted to take time to enjoy our relationship without the physicality that’s made my past relationships messy.

i heave in a breath, my chest brushing against his, and the feeling of my peaked nipples skimming against his hard body makes me all the more aroused.

“i’m ready, Lukey.” i tell him in a breathy whine.

his eyes flicker in size, swallowing harshly before he speaks, “are you sure?”

“yes.” i nod, placing a short kiss on his lips, “i’m ready, and now is the perfect time; the apartment is empty, it’s just us two, and i love you so much.”

“if you don’t want to, i’m not pushing! i’m okay with just watching a movie or cuddling, we don’t have to do anything.” i add.

Luke’s hand cradles my face, pulling me into another kiss, “of course, i want to. you’re the most stunning, most thoughtful and sweetest girl i’ve ever met; i’d be a damn fool not to want this.”

i bite back a giggle, blood rushing to my cheeks from his affectionate words.

“but i don’t want you to feel rushed. i’ll wait as long as you want, because i don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep with me just because i said i love you.”

“i don’t feel like that.” i shake my head, the back of my hand ghosting over his cheek, “i really want this, Luke. i mean it. i feel safe with you, i trust you.”

he smiles, a divine smile that makes my heart do flips, overwhelmed with love for the pure soul that has entangled with mine in the absolute best ways.

“you trust me?” he echoes, hands sliding down to cup my ass, making me shiver in anticipation.

“mhm.”

with my hum of a response, i’m suddenly flipped over, my back bouncing onto the mattress, my hair sprawling over the pillows as my boyfriend hovers over top of me. his hot breath fans over my neck, lips pressing against my heated skin and making me sigh in contentment.

he paves a path with his lips, soft and slow, down to the collar of my sweater, the only sound in the room being my heavy pants and his wet kisses.

“Luke.” i sigh as his hands travel up my sides, sliding underneath my top. he hums against my collarbone, his thumbs grazing over my ribs until his hands cup underneath my breasts, my sweater bunched up.

chilled air hits against my stomach, my abdomen tightening in response, and i desire nothing more than to rid the layers between us.

“take it off me, please.”

he pulls away at my plea, hands shimmying my sweater up and over my head, pulling my arms free before he flings the fabric to the floor.

his eyes rake my body in silence for several moments, and i begin to feel self-consciousness creep up on me, my arms wrapping over my stomach. but he’s not having it, fingers enclosing around my wrists and pulling them away.

“uh-uh, none of that.” he whispers breathlessly, “you’re beautiful, angel. so fucking perfect.”

my cheeks flush, confidence filling me from the inside out as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes blown out and darkened with lust.

“thank you.” he shakes his head at my response.

“don’t thank me.” he says, “if you knew the things i’m thinking of doing to you right now, you wouldn’t be thanking me.”

his words light a fire deep in my core, my panties dampening with every word that drops from his perfect lips.

“no, i think i would.” i rasp, voice low and dripping with lust, “i think i would want to thank you a million times over.”

“i need you so bad.” i confess.

my hands lock around his neck, pulling him back down to me. he kisses me in earnest, hips rolling down into mine, his quickly hardening erection pressing against my jean clad core.

i moan against him, a low guttural sound that pours out when his hands come up to massage my breasts over my padless red bra. he dips down, embedding open mouthed kisses upon my skin, leading down to my cleavage.

“can i?” he asks, fingers edging the cups of my bra, and i nod in approval.

he rolls his hips into mine again, my back arching, and he slips his hand underneath me, unhooking my bra with fumbling fingers. he pulls it off my body, once again discarding the clothing to the floor.

his thumbs circle my nipples and he watches me as my eyes fly shut, my lips parting as i let out a shaky breath in response to his actions.

“i’m the luckiest guy in the damn world.” he huffs, so quietly that i’m not sure he was even talking to me, more so whispering to himself.

“Luke, please,” i whine, “less talking, more touching.”

my words earn a melodious chuckle from his lips before he lowers his head to my chest, continuing to play with one nipple as the other gets extra attention. his tongue drags around the stiffed peak before its caught between his lips, softly sucked and grazed extra lightly by his teeth, making my body tremble.

after a few moments he switches, giving proper love to the other side. my leg hooks around his waist, hips bucking up to rub my clothes cunt against his now fully hardened erection.

my hands fist his shirt at his shoulder blades, tugging lightly.

“off,” i breathe, “i want this off. i wanna feel you.”

Luke pulls away from my breast, my nipple dropping from his mouth with a pop, and within seconds he’s leaning back, tugging the shirt over his head. suddenly it’s my turn to gape and stare.

obviously, i’ve seen him shirtless, but his body is one i’ll never tire of; the sight will forever and always make my heart beat faster, my core get wetter, and my soul sigh.

“take a picture, angel,” he winks, “it’ll last longer.”

he’s joking, but if i had my phone on me, i would.

“kiss me, please?”

i don’t have to say any more, those words enough to bring his lips back to mine, our bare chests pressing against one another. we take our time, tossing and turning in the bed, our lips rarely straying from each other’s, until i finally rid myself of my jeans, entirely too ready to move on.

“look at me,” he says, his lips dragging on my stomach as he speaks, “you trust me, yeah?”

“yes,” i nod, breath shaky, “i do.”

“i want you to relax. keep your eyes on me, angel.”

i nod again, eyes trained on his unruly mess of curls as his thumbs tuck into the waistband of my panties, his eyes lifting back to mine in await of approval. when i give him the go ahead, he’s pulling the last fabric that adorns my body down my thighs, past my calves, and throwing them onto the floor.

i lay stripped down in front of him, in a state of complete and utter vulnerability, yet too needy and love drunk to bring myself to care about the way i look.

he lays down on his stomach between my legs, making my breath hitch as his warm breath hits my wet pussy. but when i feel his tongue glide through my folds, tensing when he reaches my clit to provide pressure, that breath is released in a heavy yet quivering sigh.

my hands reach out to tangle in his curls as he slowly drags his tongue around my achingly wet cunt, flexing and flattening the oral muscle depending on where it is on my body.

“Lukey,” i pant, body shaking as his lips enclose around my puffy clit, rolling it between them lightly before letting it go.

he pulls back with a smile, juices glistening around his mouth and chin, “you think you can take my fingers, angel?”

“mhm,” i nod, “yes, please!”

he dives back in, this time picking up his pace; and not a moment later, i’m squirming, a cry of contentment echoing through the room as he pushes two fingers in, curling them up with every thrust he makes.

i’ve given up on words, relying on the sounds that fall from my lips to let him know how surreal his movements feel.

his fingers begin to scissor, adding a pleasurably painful stretch in order to help me ready for him, and at the same time, he flicks his tongue against my clit, successfully drawing my mind away from the pain and towards the immense pleasure he’s bringing me.

my stomach feels tight, pressure building with every movement of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers.

“i’m so close.” i tell him in a breathless whimper, my hips grinding down upon his face and hand.

he moans against me in response, vibrations reverberating through me, and my walls begin to tighten around his fingers, the familiar feeling of balancing on the edge of orgasm spreading through my body.

my thighs close around his head, but he just hums against me again, making my toes curl against the sheets.

“Luke, i’m gonna cum.” i warn him, voice tightly strained, my breath catching in my throat.

my body is hot and sticky, the air moist as his hand begins smoothing up and down my thigh, and i take that as the sign to let go, my legs shaking as i finally reach my release.

Luke continues to lap at my clit, while his fingers work me through my orgasm until i can’t take anymore. breath heavy and body trembling, i push his head away, his face finally emerging with wet, swollen lips and a soft smirk.

“did so good for me.” he praises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he hovers back over me, pressing his lips against mine.

his tongue tangles with mine, tasting salty yet a little sweet, and i moan against his lips, my hands trail down his abs to hook into the waistband of his jeans.

“you gotta wait a second, angel,” he mumbles against my lips, “don’t wanna overwork you.”

i groan, turning my head, and his lips press against my neck.

“fuck that,” i tell him, fingers fumbling with the button of his pants, “i want you now.”

“if you’re sure?” i nod quickly at his words, making him sit back.

he hastily unbuckles his belt, not bothering to take it off before he’s unzipping his jeans, kicking them off and onto the floor before he rids himself of his boxers.

his cock springs free, his tip a harsh red and precum beads at the slit, glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

leaning over to his nightstand, he digs around in the drawer for a moment before his hand emerges with a shiny foil packet. he tears the packet open, pulling the condom out and carefully sliding it onto himself, and i watch with desperate eyes as he gives himself a few tugs before turning back to me.

he hovers above me, bent on one forearm as his other hand grasps his shaft. he spreads my wetness around with his tip, sliding through my folds easily, and when he taps against my clit, my whole body aches with need.

“please.” i beg, and that’s all it takes for him to line up with my entrance, his lips connecting with mine as he slowly pushes in.

i whimper against his lips, his cock stretching me with a stinging sensation with every inch that he pushes in, and he stills, opening his eyes to peer down at me.

“are you okay?” he asks softly, petting hair out of my face gently as he speaks.

“mhm,” i nod, hands grasping at his back, “keep going.”

he does as i say, this time giving shallow thrusts in order to work himself in slowly, only taking what my body allows him until he can finally sink into me entirely. by the time he’s completely in, the stinging pain has subsided, making way for blissful pleasure, but he still stops to check again.

after my reassurance, he picks up again, thrusting properly, but still slowly. his lips press back against mine, kissing me with raw passion and love.

“faster.” i whisper against his lips.

his hips speed up into fast, deep strokes, a hand snaking down to grip my waist. my moans carry through the room, conjoining with the sounds of sex and his hips slapping against mine as my leg hooks around his waist.

gripping his back, my nails scratch into his skin, earning a groaned whine from my boyfriend as his face buries into my neck, his thrusts gaining a harshness that they hadn’t held before.

“say you love me.” he gruffs against my skin, so low that i almost didn’t hear him.

“i love you,” i breathe out, “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

his lips connect with my collarbone, each kiss broken up by a single confession of love muttered from his tongue.

i can feel the knots forming in my stomach again, like a ball of yarn tangling and tangling, further tying together with each thrust of his hips. the tip of his cock smacks against my g-spot, my back arching from the mattress as i make a particularly loud cry.

“right there!” i tell him in a broken sob.

he smirks against my skin, angling his hips just right before thrusting back in to hit the spot again. now with each stroke, my orgasm builds even quicker, my nails scratching down his back.

my walls clench around him, making him grunt into my neck, and he picks his head up to kiss my lips, his thrusts becoming quicker and slowly losing rhythm.

“i’m close,” he mumbles, “so close.”

i nod in agreement, “me too.”

his hand slides between us, his thumb finding its way to my swollen clit, and he begins rubbing harsh circles into it, making my hips jolt, my breath catching i’m my throat.

“cum for me, angel,” he whispers, “let go.”

i nod, for what i’m not sure, but my body tenses up underneath him, walls tightening around his cock as he continues to thrust, and my eyes roll back, legs shaking as i come undone around him.

he fucks me through my orgasm, kissing me through my heavy breathing as his thrusts speed up, becoming sloppier and sloppier as he chases his high until he finally stills. his hips stutter as he grunts, releasing into the condom.

his body collapses on mine, the grounding weight bringing me back down to earth as we both pant in uneven breaths, our chests rising and falling rapidly.

we lay in silence for several minutes, enjoying the serenity of the quiet until he rolls off of me, slipping out from inside me.

“that was…” he trails off and i giggle, nodding my head.

“why did i wanna wait again?” he laughs at my response, shaking his head.

“i’m glad we did,” his fingers trail over my stomach, drawing shapes in my skin. “it was worth the wait, and i think knowing we love each other just made it more special.”

i hum in agreement, wrapping my hand around his before lifting it to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

he presses a kiss to my cheek before getting up to dispose of the condom. pulling on a pair of sweatpants, he assures me that he’ll be right back before leaving the room, reappearing a few minutes later with a granola bar and a water, along with a damp washcloth.

“head up,” he coos holding the water to my lips, and i let him help me take a few sips before he hands me the granola bar.

he cleans me up, my body shaking as he runs the cloth through my sensitive core, as i eat the snack, resting the wrapper on his nightstand.

he rifles through his dresser, coming back to the bed with a pair of of boxers and a t-shirt, and he helps me into them before climbing into the bed beside me. he pulls me back into him, his nose burying into the side of my neck as he kisses the back of it.

“i love you.” he tells me, arm winding around my stomach as he spoons me, my back to his chest.

my eyes feel as heavy as lead, but my heart races at his words, my entire world shifting into a golden state.

“i love you too.” i repeat, immediately followed by a heavy yawn.

“go to sleep, angel,” he hums and i can feel his eyelids flutter closed against my skin, “i’m right here.”

and with his reassurance and the feeling of his body pressed to mine, i allow by body to shut down, my breathing evening out as i fall asleep.

#faithlynn’s 12 days of kinkmas #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes fic #luke hughes smut #luke hughes blurb #nhl smut #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3

[pixeechix21]

Mr grinch🎄

Simon/keegan/konig (whoever you want baby😉😙) x fem!reader

Summary: hate hate hate, loooove, hate hate… He hated Christmas but good god he loved the pathetic sounds coming from you.

Tw: edging, dom/sub, riding, sit not fucking hoover, praise, eating you out like Christmas dinner, p in v, ORAL, fucking n fun times😊💕

You had been making dinner when he came home to see you dancing and singing to his playlist. Twirling around you sing with the spoon, he smiles ear to ear to see you wearing your apron with nothing underneath. He comes to you, holding your waist, swinging side to side. He pulls you in closer, feeling your soft body press up against his chest. “I’ve missed you luv,” he kisses you liking the sauce from your lips.

“Bad day?” You say kissing him back before turning to the pasta. His hands hold you from behind as he rest his head over yours.

“One could say that. Someone decided to decorate my weapons locker with Christmas lights,” he groans, pressing himself into your back.

“Probably Soap,” you laugh. “You should just enjoy the Christmas cheer at this point, he’ll never stop,” you breathe out as his hand cups your breast, feeling him pressed against your lower back.

“Not until someone convinces me otherwise luv,. As with Soap he’ll get payback soon enough,” He ducks his head to your shoulder, nibbling it.

“Someone? How about you go to the bedroom? Don’t do anything,” you face him, arching your back as he pulls you in, your hand runs between his pants and boxers. Biting your lips to hide your smile as you watch him smirk, smack your ass before heading upstairs.

You turn off the stove and let him wait. Creeping up into the en suite you take your sweet time.

Through the cracked door he has full view of you in the mirror. Undoing the apron he can see all of you. No matter how many times and for how long he’s see you, he will never grow old of how you look; who you are.

His blood starts to pump down, as he watches you turn on the shower, water running down you. Down between the peaks of your breasts, down to between your legs. He can’t help his hands to go down to release the growing stiffness in his pants. Watching as your hand washes your soft skin, caressing your tits, light moan float in the steaming air. His breathing deepens as he observes as your fingers move in and out.

You revel at catching him watching your mouth slightly open. You worker harder, circling and moaning louder.

He’s entranced as he hears you coming while he grows harder with every second.

Watching you come out of en-suite in a small towel. His trust rising and falling rapidly. Once in front of the bed edge, you let the towel fall to the floor lightly.

“I can get with the holiday season, all right, “his eyes glamorous he can see you perfectly. Coming onto the bed you climb over hand skill and doing his belt. He shifts up against the head as you takeoff his pants. “Sit back baby let me help you with the bad day,” you kiss him, following his happy trail up past tattooed abdomen to his neck. He runs his hands down your body as you bite and lightly pull on his bottom leg. His groans rumble in his chest, feeling you sit comfortably on his throbbing member.

He’d wanted to hold you all day. Daydreaming about how gorgeous you look bent over as he ran into you. Especially after you sent him that video, in the new set he bought you, playing with yourself teasing him. He’s been hard all day., becoming more pained as he rewatched the video, helplessly.

Your hair smells like strawberries and all of a sudden that’s his favourite fruit. “It was so bad of you to send me that. He talks your ass the sting, shooting electricity deep within your core. “I had you stuck in my head all – “ slap, “-day.” Balloons. You kiss him and suck his hot skin marking his neck purple. Humping his lap needing as he continues, “if only I could’ve had you right then and there in the meeting in front of everyone. I’d fucked and filled you full love, and I just let everyone watch, “he sounds lustful his hold becoming firmer. His hand dives down to your entrance, you whine as his large finger start to stretch you out. “Look at you wet at the thought of,” he fingers your hole, feel clench around him. As if he knew he stopped just as you started riding his fingers so that you could finish.

“No, no princess. I had to wait all day, unable to help my blue balls. Now it’s your turn,” he shifts the both of you flat on the bed.

Breathing is nonexistent as kiss, passionately. Breaking Your thumb across your swim lips. Let’s put it, demands “sit on my face “taking your hips, positioning your legs to either side of his head. Too scared to sit down, you helper. His hands clamped down on your hips and forced you down.

“I said fucking sit,” he growls, against your sensitive spot.

“But-”

“I said fucking sit, so I can make you forget how to walk love,”he doesn’t let you hover, forcing your full weight on his face. “If I tap twice that’s the only time you can get off. Understood?”

As you’re saying yes, he’s in you. Licking and sucking around, and, and across your clit. he’s too much. You feel his tongue entered you laughing at your juices. You’re a mess. You don’t care anymore, whether you’re hovering or suffocating him. You ride his face, quickening in peace. Holding onto the headboard with both hands “please – I’m so close – fuck – oh God, I’m so close – I’m gonna I’m gonna –”you whine and exclaim, tossing your head back. Movement slow as he hears you, playing with the intensity; pulse of frustration comes over. “It hurts – please – I need to!” you let out I screwed shot.

As you calm down, his freehand comes behind and starts again. His light sucking paired against his fingers curling inside you to hit your sweet spot makes you blind with ecstasy. He repeats it all over again.

Looking down at him, you catch the dark smile in his eyes. “It’s so painful, I’m begging, please let me come,” can’t stop your begging, with the way your clit is throbbing against his purring he left you up and down back to his lap. Your legs are shaking heavily as you put onto your back.

“If you’re gonna come, it’s going to be around my fucking cock.” His words are soft, reassuring. Almost.

He relishes in seeing tear up as he stretches your type pussy. You’re taking him so well, even when you’re so worked up.

The lack of stimulation and relief from your clit hurts wonderfully. It’s intoxicating how good the feeling of pain can be. One foot over his shoulder he can watch as you bounce up and down, moaning his name sweetly. You feel his large, hot hand, press down on your lower stomach as he fucks you hard faster.

“No, no, I’m gonna come, I can’t control it, “you say, panicked an overwhelming feeling washes over you.

“ lThats. Let it out come on, I need to feel you milk.“ he says groaning, he holds himself back. You listen to him relaxing as you finally get to climax. You scream his name so loud, it makes him proud. You clench and pulls it around his cock as he doesn’t stop his continuous breath.

Pulling out heat jerks into his hand, his moaning rings in your ears. “Y/n, shit y/n! Christ!”

Hearing him lose it coming all over you, makes you want to go another round, but you’re shattered at the aftermath of what just proceeded. Taking the towel he cleans you up. Holding each other, he realised Christmas wasn’t all that bad after all.

#fem!reader #smut #call of duty #cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #cod smut #cod konig #konig mw2 #cod mw2 #simon ghost smut #simon riley x you #konig fanfiction #cod könig #keegan russ x reader #cod keegan #keegan x reader #kinkmas #12 days of christmas #the grinch #edg!ng #sexy tease #konig call of duty #ghost call of duty

[kaidabakugou]

❅ DAY 5: LACTATION FT. KATSUKI BAKUGOU

❅ WORD COUNT: 2.2K

❅ WARNINGS: LOTS OF NIPPLE PLAY / LACTATION / MUTUAL MASTERBATION / FINGERING / GRINDING / TEASING / MARKING / FINGER LICKING / SPIT / RIDING / CREAM PIE / LMK IF I MISSED ANY <3

❅ AUTHOR’S NOTE: welcome to day five, hope everyone had a lovely christmas! i’ll try and get the rest of the christmas works out before new year's but for now i hope you enjoy this one! <3

❅ 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST

the smell of balsam filled the room as the sound of the cold wind picking up outside pulled katsuki’s attention away from the book in his hands. marking the current page with a bookmark before settling it aside to go grab an extra blanket to keep nearby in case the temperature dropped lower than it already was.

hearing the shower where you were currently in turn off when he settled back into his previous spot in the bed, picking up the book again and opening the page he marked as he began reading where he left off. adjusting the glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose as the door to the bathroom opened revealing your naked figure as steam escaped around you. meeting his eyes momentarily as he looks at you over his glasses, smiling at him while you make your way towards your vanity.

picking up your body lotion as you start to lather it on your damped skin making sure everything is moisturized while katsuki continues to stare at you, the book in his hands long forgotten as he lets his eyes roam freely along your body.

he's seen you naked countless of times before, laying naked in the bed himself since sleeping naked has been a habit for the both of you even before you started dating, but he still ogles on your body like the first day he saw it. and after having your first son together, he found you even more mesmerizing. your skin had this natural glow to it that was more noticeable than before, looking radiant and slightly flushed in all the right places from the blood increase, and the stretch marks that adorned your body added more to his fascination.

feeling his cock begin to harden under the sheets the more he took you in as he removed his glasses and set them down along with the book on the bedside table. a small, frustrated grunt sounding from your lungs pulling him out of his hypnotic state as he looks up towards your face.

“what's wrong?”, he asks with a hint of worry in his voice.

“i need to go downstairs again to pump before bed…”, you answer while finishing to apply lotion on your hands before turning towards him. “... they're already full again”, you sigh while motioning to your chest.

his eyes looking down at the round shape of your engorged breasts as small beads of white form on your nipples, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight as he feels his cock twitch against his thigh. swallowing thickly when drool begins to pool in his mouth the more he stares at your chest before meeting your eyes again, your brows raised as you look back at him with a bored expression before shaking your head and releasing a laugh through your nose, knowing exactly what's going through his mind right now. regaining his composure when you do as he shoots you one of his signature smirks, still enough to pull a reaction from you after all these years together as you smile back at him.

“come 'er”, he whispers while scooting over the edge of the bed, the sheets slipping off his lower body when he shifts revealing his already erect cock making you let out a breathy laugh at how unashamedly easy it is to turn him on ever since you got pregnant.

katsuki has always been smitten by you, but after the pregnancy it's like all those emotions have multiplied even though it didn't bother you in the slightest, you still found it amusing how easily he turns into putty at the simple sight of your swollen breasts.

approaching the edge of the bed as you take his hand extended towards you whilst he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist as he traps you against him while burying his face in the valley of your breasts. inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla and caramel from your lotion before placing soft kisses along your chest, trailing up towards your collar bones as you lean down to press your lips against his. exchanging long gentle kisses while he pulls you towards him into the bed, leaning back to sit on the mattress as he guides your legs to straddle him.

his hands exploring your body as he runs them up and down your back and along your sides, legs wrapped around his center while you sit on his lap still devouring each other as you feel your arousal building. catching your breath when he trails down your chin towards your chest as his hands glide along your curves before cupping your breast, shaking them in his large hands before leaning down to suck one into his mouth.

squeezing the fat of your tits as he sucks your sensitive bud while flicking his tongue against it, encouraging the milk to flow from your breast as the sweet stream of white pours into his mouth. your fingers scratching against his scalp as he nurses on your heavy tits, pulling back once he felt your neglected bud dribbling milk between his digits the more he squished your tit as he switched to suck on it.

wanton moans vibrating from deep in his chest the more he nursed on your chest, giving your nipple a long suck while he pulls back to let the swollen bud flick out of his mouth before quickly switching to the other and repeating the action. giving each nipple a long hard suck each time as his eyes meet yours, the sensation making your clit pulse as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax.

noticing his pulsing cock resting against his abdomen while pre cum dribbles along his tip as you reach down between your bodies, collecting his pre with your digits whilst you smear it along his length before slowly pumping his cock. sliding your hand all the way down to his balls as you cup them in your palm, rolling them in your grasp before trailing up his length again. his thighs clenching beneath you the more you stimulate his cock while he continues to greedily drink from your chest.

closing your eyes momentarily when katsuki scrapes his teeth against your sensitive skin, pulling the leaking bud between his teeth before sucking it back into his warm mouth. the sudden rush of pleasure on your clit snapping you from your trance as katsuki rubs messy circles against your swollen bud making your body jolt in his grasp as you feel the knot in your stomach reach past its limits. your head falling back as you arch into his touch, pressing his face deeper into your tits as he sucks on your chest harder while he continues to rub your clit.

your release coating his hand and thighs while he runs his digits through your folds and inserts a finger into your dripping cunt, thrusting it inside before inserting a second one. fingering you while his other arm snakes around your waist to pull you down with him whilst he lays on his back while you straddle him. your tits hanging in front of his face as one of his hands reaches up to cup one of your breasts, his digits pressing against your nipple as long streams of milk squirt out of you.

sticking his tongue out to catch the liquid in his mouth while his fingers keep thrusting against your sensitive walls. droplets of milk staining his cheeks as it dribbles down to his chest before he sucks the dripping bud into his mouth again. removing his fingers from your cunt as he brings them up to his mouth, licking your slick as it mixes with the taste of your milk on his tongue making him groan while you lean back to rest your hands against his milk-stained chest, slowly rolling your hips as you grind your wet cunt against his cock.

your nails scraping against his chest, trailing down on his abdomen leaving red lines in their wake before slowly running them up your things and along your curves as your cup your breasts in your hands, gently massaging them while katsuki’s hands fell to your waist, drawing circles against your skin as he watched you. darkened vermillion eyes staring back into your lust filled ones while you continue to grind against him, your slick and his pre cum making a wet mess between you the more you teased him.

trails of milk running down your body the more you massaged your chest, cupping one your tits as you lowered your head, your tongue circling your dripping nipple before pulling it into your mouth, sucking hard on it as steady flow of milk pours into your mouth.

“fuuuck ma, you look so fucking hot”, he grunts as he grips the fat of your hips while you feel his hips buckle up against you. smiling around your nipple at the nickname he adopted for you once you got pregnant. giving your tit a final long suck as you slowly lean your head back to let flick out of your mouth, swallowing its contents before switching to the other nipple, mirroring your actions as you hum against yourself from the sensation.

katsuki licked his lips as he continued watching you, his body aching for more of your touch as his hands trailed up your sides, cupping the breast you sucked on first while you continued to nurse on the other, squishing them in his hand as milk dribbled between his digits. watching it flow down to his forearm before bringing his hand towards his face, licking the milk from his palm and fingers as he closes his eyes momentarily, basking in the taste of you while the wet sounds of your dripping pussy rubbing against his throbbing cock and the gentle suckling from you nursing on your tit filled his ears.\

opening his eyes when he hears you give your chest a final suck, allowing it to flick from your mouth again before leaning down to hover above him. your hand cupping the side of his face whilst you run your thumb across his lower lip before pulling it down, encouraging him to open his mouth as he does, sticking his tongue out for you while he watches you pucker your lips as a long stream of white pours out of your mouth and into his awaiting one. spitting the last of the fluid onto his tongue before pulling him in for a kiss, exchanging the mixture of milk and spit into each other’s mouths as you devour one another in a hungry kiss.

lifting your hips as you reach between your bodies to align his cock with you, sinking all the way down on him as you immediately start to bounce against him, both of your bodies aching for this as shivers ran down your spine at the feeling of finally being full whilst his breath catches in his throat while his hands have a bruising grip on your hips at the feeling of your hot pussy wrapped around him.

breaking off the kiss as you cup your breast again, pinching your nipple into his open mouth as milk squirts onto his tongue and face, the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock while you feed him making him all the more desperate for you as his arms wrapped tightly around your center, pulling you closer to him before latching onto your tits again. his warm tongue lapping at your nipples as he sucked the dripping peaks into his mouth, drinking from you as his hips snapped furiously against yours at a rapid pace.

barely being able to keep up with it as your nails dug into his shoulder while your other hand tangled with the hairs on his nape, pressing him closer into your chest as the knot deep inside your core got tighter and tighter. the sharp feeling of his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin before pulling the swollen peak in between his teeth sending you over the edge, making you arch into his touch as you cum around him.

your walls clenching around his cock and the sweet taste of your milk on his tongue making him burst as thick ropes of cum spill inside of you. giving your nipples a final suck before he leans his head back against the bed, catching his breath while you pant above him.

sweaty palms trailing up the sides of your arms before cradling your face in them, gently pulling you down towards him to press his lips against yours. his thumbs caressing your temples while he presses his damped forehead against your equally sweaty one.

“feel better, gorgeous?”, he whispers against your lips before placing a quick peck onto them.

“mhm” you hum still blissed from your orgasm and the relief on your chest.

“mm come ‘er”, he says as he guides you to lay on your side, his cock still buried deep inside of you as he cradles your head into the crook of his neck. pressing another kiss against the top of your head while his digits massage your scalp, whispering sweet nothings into the other’s skin while exchanging kisses before drifting to sleep under some warm covers.

#12 days of christmas #kinkmas ‘22 #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #katsuki bakugou x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x f!reader smut #katsuki bakugou x f!reader smut #bakugou katsuki x f!reader #katsuki bakugou x f!reader #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #bakugou smut #bakugou fanfiction

[lunarzstarz]

(12 Days of Kinkmas) Day 3: Exhibitionism

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, fingering, spanking, praise kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dom(ish) bisexual Eddie and sub(ish) reader/Steve, nicknames (sweetheart, sweet thing, baby, good boy), Steve has a bisexual awakening, Steve’s thick dick (honestly cannot stop thinking about it)

Summary: You and Eddie give Steve an extra special Christmas gift…

A/N: Let’s just pretend I didn’t post this 2 days late…anyways I’ve wanted to write a Steddie x reader fic forever so here it is I hope you like it :)

As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

Word Count: 3.5k

You were laying on the couch in Eddie’s trailer, legs resting on his lap while he watched the TV. Winter was here and it was time to start saving money and thinking about Christmas presents for friends and family. 

“Okay so far I’ve got a mug for Wayne, new dice for all the boys, the girls are getting make up, Nancy a new dress, Robin a new sweater, but I still can’t think of anything for Steve” you sigh, setting the list aside. You and Steve had been friends for a long time, but when it came to birthdays and Christmas you were clueless on what to get him, never feeling fully satisfied with the gifts you gave him and he always managed to get you something great. 

“What are you getting me?” he turns his attention to you, and you roll your eyes, throwing your pen at him. 

“Cologne and a blowjob” you reply bluntly, teasing of course, you had an extra special gift for Eddie this year.  

“Same as last year? You know me so well” he smiles blissfully “Can I get a preview though? These pants are getting pretty tight sweetheart” he palms himself and you lightly kick his stomach. 

“Come on Eds, what do we get Steve? He’s your friend too you know” you huff, wrecking your brain to think of something better than last year. 

“A girlfriend?” Eddie snickers.

“Oh come on that isn’t nice, you have to stop bullying him for that” you tut, nudging him. 

“I’m sorry I can't help it, the man probably hasn’t got laid since eighty four” he laughs again, focusing on the TV again. 

“Yeah well, lest we forget that you would be a single virgin right now if it wasn’t for me, so you have no room to talk” you remind him. 

“I know, but I’m not and I love you for it” he shifts from his position to lay on top of you “Come on, you’ve been gift planning all morning, I’m bored.” You knew what that meant, especially by the bulge now pressing against your thigh. 

“You really are insatiable, you know that?” you look down at him as he rests his head on your chest.

“Thanks baby” he grins up at you stupidly before sitting back again. You positioned yourself on your knees next to him and your hands went straight for his belt. He lifted his hips so you could slide his jeans and underwear off, his hard cock resting against his stomach. 

“You owe me later” you say before taking him by the base and pumping him at a painfully slow pace. There was so much pre cum, like he was aching for your mouth, like you hadn’t sucked him off this morning already. 

“Don’t worry I’ll fuck you nice a good later, just shit- stop being a tease” he hisses when you swipe your thumb over his leaky slit. You lean down and spit onto his tip, letting it run along his length to help you slide over him easier. He bucked his hips impatiently, his head hitting your lips when you lean down to wrap them around him. 

He gathered your hair in one hand, the light tug felt nice as you slid him further into your mouth, he never pushed you, knowing your throat was probably still sore from his roughness earlier. So instead he let you do it your way, slow and teasing, but keeping up a pace knew got him there after a while and made him feel good. This was the pace that made him make all those sounds you loved, the whiney sighs, the deep groans. 

“Fuuuck sweetheart, never get tired of this mouth” he moans, thumb brushing the side of your head as you take him halfway, pumping the rest of him, bringing your free hand up to cup his balls. “Love having my cock in your mouth don’t you? Take it so well” he praises, hips moving involuntarily. 

You knew it would take him a while to cum like this, but you didn’t mind, he was right, no matter how much you acted annoyed when he asked you to suck him off, you always would. You loved the weight of his length on your tongue or when his salty cum dripped down your throat. So you went on like this for at least twenty more minutes, stopping every time he was close to build up his release. 

“Gonna cum next time baby, just keep sucking, just like that” he instructed, balls tightening as he felt his orgasm approach. 

You paid no attention to the sound of tires on gravel outside, or the footsteps approaching the trailer, you were only focused on making Eddie feel good. That was until there was a knock on the door a few feet away from you. 

You pull off Eddie with a pop “Shit, it’s Steve!” you whisper yell. 

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He matches your tone.

“He’s here to pick up the things I got for the christmas party, quick put it away!” you go to sit up and fix yourself, but Eddie’s grip remains on your hair. 

“We aren't finished here yet, maybe we could give him an early christmas present” he has that menacing smirk on his face. 

“Eddie no, you have no idea how he would react!” you warn him. 

“Please, he’s a guy who hasn’t been with anyone other than his right hand in at least six months, trust me” he pushes you back down again “now get back to work, it hurts” he groans when your tongue meets his tip again. “It’s open!” Eddie calls in a sing-song voice, he couldn't wait to see Steve’s face.

“Hey, is Y/n around? Said she had some…stuff for t-the…party” Steve trails off when he turns from shutting the door to see the two of you. 

“She’s a bit, christ- busy right now, but I’m sure she will be more than happy to help once she’s finished” Eddie says, trying to keep his cool. 

“I-I um could come back later if-” Steve was flushing pink, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, your mouth wrapping around Eddie’s cock, the way he was looking at him like he was next.

“Don’t worry about it Stevie” Eddie says, calling him by the nickname you usually had reserved for him “take a seat, won’t be much longer with a mouth like this” Steve took a seat in the armchair opposite, eyes blown wide as he watches Eddie lose himself, he looked like he was about to cum in his pants. “Think she’s got a present for you Steve, a real good one” he says, head falling back. 

“That’s it sweetheart, right there fuck- fuck- right there” he whines loudly, holding you in place as he let his load into your mouth. You give him a few more pumps, making sure you got every last drop. He pulls you off, spit and cum dribbling down your chin, you swallow and wipe it with the back of your hand. 

You look over at Steve who is still staring at you open mouthed, pupils blown wide from watching you. “Hi” you give him a shy smile and he gulps, Eddie sitting with a smug grin on his face. 

“You gonna give Steve his present? He seems like he really needs it” Eddie’s eyes drift to the prominent bulge in Steve’s sweatpants, Steve turning bright red and trying to hide it. 

You knew what Eddie was hinting too, you were no stranger to him letting other people have you or threesomes with his friends, it was just something that was a part of your relationship. Eddie never got insecure or jealous either, he got off on it and after had their way with you, Eddie would be there to fuck you ten times harder, it was his way of reminding you, no matter who you slept with, in the end he was always better. 

Eddie got up from his spot on the couch, planting a kiss on the top of your head as a way to say thank you “Your turn Stevie.” 

Steve gulped “I- uh, you don’t have to-” he started rambling.

“Relax, she just wants to make you feel good, nothing to worry about” Eddie gestures for him to take his spot next to you. 

“And you don’t- you’re okay with this?” he asks Eddie, confused by the whole idea.

“More than okay” Eddie says casually, taking the cigarette that was behind his ear and lighting it “you don’t have to of course, up to you, but you look like you need to let off a load, that right hand not cutting it anymore?” he teases. 

Steve rolled his eyes, Eddie had been bringing up the fact he hadn’t gotten laid in months almost every time they were together, it was really starting to piss him off. He looked over to you, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from sucking on Eddie’s dick, tits almost spilling out of your shirt. Eddie was right, his hand wasn’t cutting it anymore and the tension had been building for weeks now. 

“Okay” he said, standing up from the armchair and sat next to you “are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks you now. 

“Are you?” you gave him a weak smile, he looked nervous, you couldn’t blame him after being best friends with you for years.

“Yeah” he said, taking a deep breath “should I?” he tugs on his waist band. 

“All you need to do is relax, just do what feels right” you place a kiss to his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, his lips parting slightly as his eyes shut. You kissed along his jaw and stopped below his ear “You gonna let me take care of you Stevie?” you ask, grazing your hand over the outline of his bulge. 

“Fuck yes” he says, grinding against the palm of your hand, the touch of someone else already feeling ten times better than his own. You smile against the skin of his neck, placing light kisses, finding a spot to suck on to leave a few marks. 

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Eddie has stripped down to his underwear and shirt, lounging in the armchair, cigarette in one hand while he lazily strokes his cock with the other as he watches you two. 

You pull back the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, reaching for his hard-on. He sighs when you brush against his leaking tip, he was already making such a mess for you. He lifted his hips to get out of his clothes, bottom half bare so you could get more access. Your eyes go wide, out of all the people you had been with, Eddie always had the biggest dick. Steve wasn’t as long as Eddie, but definitely much wider, you couldn’t help but think how he would feel stretching you out. 

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks when he realizes you were staring. 

“Nothing, it’s just big” you practically drool at the sight, taking him by the base and giving him a light squeeze. You leaned down to lick a long stripe from his sack to his tip, tongue lapping up the pre cum that had dribbled down his length, you felt his hips buck beneath you. 

“Please” he threw his head back once you suck his tip into your mouth, starting to pump his girthy length. You let yourself drool a gag on his tip, the sloppier you were the more he seemed to like it. His hands fisting at his sides, you pull off him, pumping your spit and his pre cum along his shaft slowly, not wanting him to bust his load so soon no matter how much he needed it after so long. 

Eddie stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up again, taking a seat behind you on the third and final spot on the couch. “Don’t tease the poor baby sweetheart” Eddie teased, Steve twitched in your hand at the pet name “get sucking.” You did as he said and placed Steve back in your mouth, picking up your pace “She likes it when you hold her hair, loves it when you fuck her throat” Eddie said, watching Steve struggle to find something to hold on to. 

He gathered your hair up, lacing his fingers close to your scalp so he could tug lightly. You felt him hesitantly pushing your head, if it were Eddie he’d be fucking your throat raw by now. “Don’t be shy Stevie, she can take it, can’t you sweetheart?” Eddie says, hand coming down to connect with your ass, the pain dull considering your clothes still being on, but it went straight to your core. 

“Mhmm” you hum, making Steve groan as it vibrates through him, his confidence building as his tip starts prodding the back of your throat. Eddie had trained you well when it came to deepthroating, but with Steve’s girth it was a bit harder than usual. You let your jaw go slack, Steve pushing your head down further until you gagged, then pulling you off again to compose yourself.

“Come on, you can do better than that” Eddie coos, pulling your pants and underwear over your ass and down to your knees, spanking you harder. “Use her, she can handle it” another smack, harder again, this one definitely leaving a mark. “Gonna get her nice and ready for you Stevie, you want Steve to fuck you sweet thing?” he asks, placing a kiss to the mark he left behind. 

“Yes, so bad” you reply, another smack. 

“Best get to work then, gotta show him how good you can be for him” Eddie said, spreading your ass and spitting on it, letting his drool run down to your cunt, mixing with your slick. 

You let Steve guide his cock back into your mouth, prepared to take him all the way. He pushed you this time, when he felt the restriction of your throat, he slid further in “Fuck, feels so f-fucking good” he whined, hips bucking up to fit the last of his length down your throat. 

“That’s it, taking him so well, sweet thing” Eddie praised, his fingers coming down to tease your entrance. “All she wanted to do was make you happy Stevie, wanted to give you something special this year, isn’t that sweet” Eddie said, pushing his fingers into you “Though I just think she wanted an excuse to have your cock.”

You can’t say anything, too busy focusing on the feeling of Eddie’s fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and Steve fucking your throat. “Oh shit, m’gonna cum” Steve moans grew louder, fucking into you faster, the feeling of your throat constricting around him so tight was bringing him so close to the edge. 

“Go ahead, cum down her throat, she wants it bad don’t you?” Eddie felt you squeeze around his fingers “fuck yeah she wants it, wants you to fill her up.” 

Steve’s grip on your hair grew tighter as he held you flush against his base, the scarce hair of his happy trail ticking your cheek. He came with a loud whine, thighs shaking beneath you as his cum painted your throat.

“Holy shit” he panted, pulling you off so you could get your breath back. 

You gasp, spit and cum dripping onto your chest “Did such a good job baby” Eddie pulled you back so he could kiss you, partially to soothe you and partially to taste Steve on your lips. “Look at him, made him feel so good” you both watched as Steve tried to gather himself, chest heaving beneath his shirt, hair clinging to his damp forehead. “Think our girl needs a reward don’t you Harrington?” Steve opened his eyes to look at him, our girl. 

“Y-yeah” he said, starting to come down from his high. 

“What do you say sweetheart? You want Steve to fuck your pussy, think he deserves it?” Eddie asks, kissing the side of your neck, hand reaching to your front to stroke your clit. 

“Fuck- yes!” you moan, leaning into his touch. Eddie leaned back, placing you between his legs so he could watch Steve fuck into you. 

“Come on Steve, don’t make her wait any longer” Eddie encourages him out of his pleasured daze. He gets up on his knees in front of you, getting rid of the bunched up clothes around your ankles. Eddie hooked his hands behind the backs of your knees to pull them to your chest, making sure you were spread for Steve. 

“Pretty isn’t she” Eddie says when he catches him staring at your slick cunt. 

“So pretty” Steve agrees, stroking his cock a few times to get it hard again. Tapping his tip against your wet clit “Just, let me know if you need me to stop.”

You nod and Eddie laughs “Don’t think she will, but how sweet, isn’t he such a good boy for us sweets?” Eddie smiles up at Steve, his cheeks heating up again, did Eddie have this effect on everyone? 

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed into you, the two of them watching your face contort at the stretch. “Fuuuck” you gasp, the sting was something new. 

Eddie grinded against your back, groaning as he watched Steve’s thick cock sink deeper into you. “That’s it baby, taking it so well” Eddie whispers whiney praises in your ear. 

“S-so big” you let out a shaky breath, the ache making your eyes water as he bottoms out. You hold onto his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he starts the slow rock of his hips. 

“You feel so good, so fucking tight” Steve grips onto your hips as he pulls out to the tip, slamming back into you. 

“Oh my-” the air is knocked from your lungs as he repeated his actions. You were unable to form words, respond to whatever Eddie was whispering to you with loud cries or whimpers, he soon gave up and focused on rutting his hips into you. 

Eddie didn’t think Steve had it in him, but he was pounding into you at an unforgivable pace, hips slapping against the backs of your thighs making the lost lewd sounds echo off the walls. Steve doubled over, hitting you at a deeper angle making you scream with pleasure as his thick cock dragged against your g spot. 

His face was inches from yours and Eddie’s, he leaned down and kissed you, sloppy but you didn’t mind. Then after a few seconds he pulled away, looking at Eddie, you could see a switch go off in his mind as he leaned in and kissed him on the lips, you felt Eddie shiver beneath you. Steve pulled away again, clearly shocked at his own actions, but not disappointed. 

“Knew it” Eddie said to you, sounding winded like Steve had taken his breath away. 

Steve didn’t stop or comment on the kiss at the time, instead he picked up his pace, fucking into you brutally. It was filthy, the wet sounds of your pussy, Steve’s moans and Eddie panting in your ear, hot breath on your neck as he chased his high. You were all covered in a sheet of sweat, it beading on Steve's forehead as he tried to keep up his animalistic pace, the smell of sex in the air. 

You were in heaven, body pressed between two of the hottest boys in Hawkins, it felt more like your christmas present. Tears welled up in your eyes as the feeling of core shaking pleasure took over you, Steve’s hips stuttering and Eddie’s rutting faster against you, all three of you chasing your highs. 

“Aww look, you’re making her cry Stevie” Eddie coos, letting his hands roam up your shirt to your tits. “Is Steve making you feel so good? You gonna cum sweet thing?” he pinched your nipples hard making you shriek, smiling against the skin on your neck as he started sucking on it. 

“Oh fuck- shit- I’m gonna cum again, where you want it?” Steve grunted, hips faltering as his orgasm approached. 

“I-inside” was all you could manage as you reached your release. One last drag of his cock had you cumming with a loud cry, pure pleasure coursing through your core, cunt clinging tightly to Steve, tipping him over the edge too.

“Holy- fuck, fuck!” he moaned, thick spurts of his cum coating your walls and filling you up. He fucked his load into you, making sure you got every last drop. Eddie wasn’t long to follow, his hips coming to a stop and the feeling of warm cum on your back a few seconds later. 

The three of you lay there, stacked on top of each other unable to move, not saying a word all too fucked out to form a sentence. The only sound was the three of you catching your breath, basking in the after glow of sex. You let your eyes drift shut, head fuzzy, knowing that someday this would happen again. 

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