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wndaswife · 1 year

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Could you do nsfw alphabet with powerbottom emo wanda 🙏🏻

nsfw alphabet: emo!wanda maximoff

wanda maximoff & fem!reader

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Along with the pleasure of having sex with you, Wanda loves finally having a love like the two of you have. She never mentions it for fear that it means she’s forgotten her twin brother, but the love she has with you is something she’s always wanted and never had. You’re home, somewhere to settle down, the woman she dreams of both day and night. Aftercare is important to her because loving you is something worth celebrating, and laying on your chest while you run your fingers through her hair and listen to her stories about her life before being an Avenger is always the perfect way to do it. She really does love you so much.

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

Wanda loves her eyes! She always has, which likely derived from the compliments she got as a child as green eyes were not a common Sokovian gene. Being complimented on them made her feel special and different from every other orphan in the war-torn country. Eventually, she just grew to love them. She loves outlining them in the darkest eyeliner she has, shadowing them with black eyeshadow and using mascara. Your favourite part of Wanda’s body is most definitely her hands. She has so much inner conflict with her hands, the site of where her magic expels from, causing so much damage with something as small as what feels like a snap of her fingers. She has so little control of her own body and she’s always had an uncomfortable relationship with her hands. But you love to kiss her fingers and play with them, especially the rings she wears, running across her knuckles with the pads of your fingers. You make her love what seems to her as the most unlovable parts of herself.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

She gets so much joy from forcing your face between her thighs, allowing her cum to coat the lower half of your face. Wanda loves seeing you lick her juices from her inner thighs, so desperate to take in as much as her as possible. Along with the throb that forms between her thighs, there’s something that truly tugs at her heart to see someone she loves so enamoured with her.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s a realistic deep black dildo of impressive size that Wanda hides in your shared room for when you leave for missions. She hugs your pillow close to her chest, inhaling your scent from it while she bounces on her dildo and imagines she’s riding you. It’s not a secret because she’s guilty or ashamed of it in any way, but masturbating to you is something Wanda just loves doing, and having you know about it would take away its thrill.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, she had a few run-ins with women she met around Sokovia because of how often she and Pietro travelled. You were taken by surprise when you and Wanda had sex for the first time for she had little to no experience beforehand, and yet she knew how to control you, using you for pleasure the way she wanted. She’s always very eager when you show her new things, and she’s taken it upon herself to do plenty of research since she started dating you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

She favours sitting on your lap while arms are wrapped around each other, you thrusting your hips up into her as she holds onto you. She loves feeling so helpless yet so in control, and most of all, she loves having you close, the feeling of your sweaty bodies pushed up against each other.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Wanda is one to be more serious during sex, but admires you so much when you’re able to make her laugh. Generally, she just loves how lighthearted you can be, and she loves laughing with you. To impress you, Wanda does try to be funny during sex too, but her humour often consists of poorly-matched puns and rhymes that sound completely unrelated because of her accent. But you laugh anyway because ironically, she’s funny when she’s painfully unfunny. Wanda feels great amounts of pride when she makes you laugh, which gets her pretty energetic.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Wanda doesn’t do much grooming down there because it’s never been something that she’s known very much about. But she’s always had to keep herself groomed because the lifestyle she lived with Pietro in Sokovia taught her how to survive. She didn’t have much control over very much else, so Wanda learned to care for herself. She’s pretty neat all over, but you don’t care if she trims or waxes or anything else. You’ve never brought it up, and it likely will come up at some point because the two of you have a very active sex life, but Wanda would likely be disinterested in waxing or anything similar, though she’d want to hear your opinions too.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Not many people might guess it because of how withdrawn and monotone she sometimes seems to those who don’t know her, but Wanda is a huge romantic. She loves when you push her down and spank her ass purple, but she loves nothing more than when you tell her how much you love her when you’re kissing her breasts or taking her from behind. She holds her hand whenever she can during sex too.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Wanda doesn’t usually masturbate without you, but sometimes it truly cannot be helped when you’re required on a mission and she’s back at the compound. For that reason and many others, she insists the two of you go on missions together or else either of you would refrain from going, and it rarely happens that you part because of missions. Typically, even if the slightest bit horny, Wanda takes your hand and forces it down her panties and gets you to help her orgasm at least twice. But when the two of you have time, Wanda prefers to have you eating her out.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage is something that Wanda really likes, but on you especially. She loves using you when you’re incapacitated, tied up and blindfolded while she rides your face or your fingers. It fuels her with so much pride when you shiver at every one of her touches because of how helpless you are handcuffed or blindfolded or tied up to the bed.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

She likes places that are just for you and her only. Sex is a highly intimate act for Wanda, and although she can enjoy an orgasm in the gym showers, willing herself to be quiet while you finger her, her favourite place to have sex is in the bedroom. She loves where she can love you with everything in her, to have you all to herself and loving you in your own time and space. Thus, quality time is very important to her.

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

Seeing you work out always gets Wanda turned on. She watches sometimes on the gym benches while you work out or train, squirming in her seat uncomfortably while you break a sweat and pant over a span of forty minutes or more. She likes to take you down onto your knees while you’re drenched in sweat and have you eat her out. The two of you have stopped training together after the last few times as every session has ended in Wanda sitting on your face or you holding her up while you fuck into her with a strap. Nothing ever gets done.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wanda does not like anything with blood. She doesn’t like to hurt you too much, and along with personal preference, seeing blood does not turn Wanda on. In fact, it makes her uncomfortable and as she grew up in Sokovia all her life, purposely cutting you or making you bleed reminds her of nothing more than what she had been trying so long to leave- war and the death so stagnant around her it often seemed natural. It makes her wildly worried rather than turned on in any way.

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

Having you on her knees for her is one of Wanda’s greatest pleasures, but she also loves looking up and making eye contact with you while she eats you out. She loves how much control she can exert over you even while you stand above her and Wanda’s gotten down between your thighs for you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Wanda likes it rough. She loves how hard you pant when you fuck into her rapidly, she loves the bouncing of her breasts when you take her from behind, she loves abandoning all control of herself and letting you pleasure her. Slower sex isn’t something that’s never done however, because the two of you do like to vary things in the bedroom. Though it usually ends up turning into rougher sex anyways.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She doesn’t mind them! Although she does prefer proper sex over anything else. After a certain amount of time, Wanda will insist you cancel any plans you have or drop anything you’re doing to take you into the bedroom and have you fuck her from behind. She can’t go very long surviving on quickies and nothing else.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Wanda likes to experiment, though risk isn’t a driving reason as to why she does it. She loves trying out new toys and new positions and is always willing to try out any kinks you bring up. As mentioned before, Wanda does her research to ensure anything done in the bedroom is done in an informed and respectful environment.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Quantity is not as important to Wanda as quality is. She can be just as pleased getting fucked for twenty minutes as she is an hour long session. It’s not really an applicable question to ask how long Wanda can last because sex isn’t entirely about lasting to her as it is about the experience, kissing you softly and exploring each other, mapping out every sensitive pulse and inch of each other’s bodies.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Wanda owns many toys now, but never anything before she moved into the compound. Not only was there nowhere to buy sex toys where she lived in Sokovia, and even if there was, she wouldn’t have spent money on toys when she struggled daily with Pietro to find something as necessary as food. It was highly exciting for her to experiment with sex toys, and it still is. Personal favourites of hers include handcuffs and thick dildos that let you see how far she can be stretched out. Handcuffs she likes to use on you rather than herself.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

She’s a huge tease, especially because you’re always so desperate to touch her and make her feel good. Wanda only has to keep you watching as she spreads her legs and runs a few fingers through her pussy for you to start begging her to let you touch her. She loves to see her little baby so needy for her, which is a huge part of why she always has a wonderful time having sex with you. It turns her off to see you even the slightest bit of disinterest, which hasn’t happened once thus far.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At first, Wanda wasn’t very vocal during sex, but once she realised how important it was for you to know that you were bringing her pleasure, she indulged in being loud. She was impressed by how much it improved your performance, too. Though Wanda’s usually the one receiving, it’s so important for her to know you’re enjoying yourself in the bedroom. She is not selfish at all when it comes to sex, though she is quite indulgent.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One of Wanda’s weaknesses is spanking. You’re not one to be impatient, but sometimes your girlfriend can be so incredibly stubborn that you resort to pushing her against the nearest wall and pulling her skirt down before spanking her ass until it turns a deep red. She always wears a furious glare in her eyes when you finish, but you know how wet she gets when you spank her, and on the positive side she always gives in afterwards.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Wanda’s wardrobe never had any pretty panties or bras, nothing matching nor flashy, instead always plain and conventional. Wanda always chose dark colours as she still does not. But after dating you, she found she wanted to look nice for you, wanted to dress up and have something for you to unwrap and admire when you took her clothes off. Now she likes to wear a lot of lace and lingerie, especially things with garters and harnesses, which also makes her feel incredibly sexy.

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

Because of how little sexual experience Wanda’s previously had, meeting someone like you who’s so willing to please her whenever she needs it was nothing less than a dream. Wanda has a high sex drive. Nearly everything you do turns her on, whether it be socialising with the rest of the Avengers or fighting on missions. She considers herself very lucky to love someone so sexy.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’re usually the one to fall asleep first, which always leaves Wanda to admire you while you sleep beside her. She traces her fingers down the bridge of your nose, the curve of your lips, the arches of your eyebrows. She is filled with so much love and admiration for you. Unlike what she had always been so accustomed to, not a single nightmare comes to her in her dreams ever since she’s shared a room with you while she’s cuddled into your chest, your arms draped around her body.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #marvel smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #1k celebration ♪( ´▽｀)

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loakstahni · 3 months

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Smuty Lyle Wainfleet headcanons

Warnings⚠; smut, a bit of fluff, lyle just being Lyle❤

Word count; 610

Tag list; @quicktosimp @pandoraslxna

I can also see him as someone who is very vocal during sex; grunting, moaning, hissing, whining, whimpering, etc. I can also see him as someone who was embarrassed about the noises he'd make, so he'd muffle himself with his hand, arm, or your neck. So when you tell him it's ok to make noise, that's all he does, he'll moan as loud as you. His O face is hot and sexy, I'm talking eyes rolled so far back he can see his thoughts, mouth dropped open in a broken moan and ears flat to his head while he orgasms. If he doesn't get his cuddles after sex he'll pout for days- He's got a high sex drive, horny 24/7. You say the word and he's ready to go. He's a big baby behind closed doors, loving on you, extremely clingy and stuff.

His top kinks are, breeding, marking, tail pulling, public sex, cum play, and spit play.

He loves shower sex, something about getting clean and then getting all dirty again makes him bonkers.

Lyle’s top favorite positions are doggy, missionary, cowgirl and mating press.

For cowgirl he'll grab your hips or sides, bouncing you up and down on his cock sometimes even lifting you all the way off just to drop you back down and smirk. He'd laugh when you smack his chest, “sorry baby, my hands slipped.”

For doggy style he'll bend over you, chest pressed flat into your back while humping you like a dog in heat. Wrapping his arms around your belly or middle and sometimes pulling you up onto your knees so he's fucking up into you. He'll also pull your tail to get you to clench him tighter.

For missionary Lyle’s a sweetheart, normally gentle and tender sex. He doesn't hover over you in missionary tho- he'll lay on top of you, wanting to be as close as possible. Hands holding yours beside your head, face pressed into yours.

And for the mating press, he'll hook your legs over his shoulders and bend you in half, and press your knees into your chest. Once again he will press all his weight into you, loving being close to you while he plows into your cunt.

He loves to touch you, loves cuddles and holding hands. He just loves physical touch.

Lyle loves to be the big spoon, or lay on top of you, just squishing you all the time.

Whenever he gets back from a mission he normally finds you in the mess hall or just wandering around base, so he'll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your middle and lift you up, spinning you around and peppering kisses all over the side of your neck and side of your head while you giggle and squirm in his hold.

He loves giving hugs, and will squeeze you until you can't breathe.

Lyle loves to roughhouse, he'll beg you to come to the recom gym so he can wrestle and play fight with you, he'll also pin you into the bed just for fun, and not letting you up until you say he's the best.

Lyle loves being a na'vi, loves being tall and he really likes how big his muscles and especially how big his cock is now. He wouldn't want to be a human even if he had the chance to again.

When he first saw himself naked he thought he was a female for a second, he didn't understand the protective slit at all. So just stood there, looking at himself in the floor length mirror before he decided to figure it out himself. He just ended up ‘fingering' the slit for a bit, until his cock slid out and he was in love at first sight.

He calls his slit his dick-pussy.

He hates when someone calls him bald, he'll growl at them before shouting "it's called clean shaven, dip shit!"

Lyle is a big baby and I love him❤

#roomie rambles^^#avatar way of water #avatar james cameron #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet smut #lyle wainfleet x reader

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babybluebex · 3 years

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okay SINCE we’re talking about this what about the danny bunch and sleeping like how do they lay down next to you, do they like cuddling etc.

oh jeez i am FINALLY getting to this, so sorry for the wait

alex kerner is a funny guy. he’ll do anything if it’ll get a laugh out of you. the first time yall shared a bed, he had flopped down in a weird way on his stomach and bounced, and it made you laugh until you cried (and he kissed your tears up), so he does that every night now. he’ll flop like a fish into bed and you’ve gotten used to it and just chuckle and roll your eyes, and then alex will pull you into his arms and kiss your head. he is all into cuddling when awake but he’s the most chaotic sleeper ever (evident by the line in the movie where ariane is like “did you sleep in your clothes again?” and alex just sorta shrugs), and he WILL kick you outta bed when he’s sleeping. basically, it’s like a 8/10 experience, just stop kicking me you bastard (side note: i get the vibe that alex sleeps in his boxers and a pair of socks and like... not much else)

andrea marowski is a cat in human form. we can all agree on this. he just wants lovies, no matter when or how, so this man is a cuddle bug to the extreme. he ALWAYS wants to be holding you (or be held by you). if you’re in bed before him, he’ll do one of two things: 1) if you’re already/boderline asleep, he’ll be really quiet and just slip under the blankets and tug you into him, 2) if you’re still awake, reading or doing cross-stitch, he’ll come give you a kiss and roll into bed. he’s the type to lay on top of you and push his head up through your arms and give you this dumb love-drunk smile. 9/10 experience but andy sweetheart you’re suffocating me

niki lauda is affectionate in his own way. like, yeah, he’s an asshole, but he will hug you and squeeze the absolute SHIT outta you. “well, you said that you wanted me to hug you” “yeah i asked NIKI, not a boa constrictor” but the real affection comes when he’s drunk. after a grand prix and he’s placed first and gotten his 9 points, and it bumped him up into the first spot and pushed hunt down into second, and he’s been drinking champagne since like 4pm and he’s just GONE. you get him back to the hotel and he’s got his arm around you the entire time and is trying to kiss your cheek and neck and shoulders like “niki we are in an elevator, keep it in your pants”. he’ll insist you come into the shower with him and he just holds you and kisses you and then you get in bed and he slots himself between your legs and rests his head on your chest and plays with the hem of your shirt and when he finally falls asleep, he sleeps with his mouth open and snores (bc hello dental issues, i have an underbite and i do the same thing) and he’s just the sweetest cuddliest man ever (*niki lauda voice* “that was a long sentence”)

laszlo kreizler... sorry to this man, but he is a terror in bed at night. he has bad dreams a lot and he can’t ever really get comfortable bc of his arm, so he’s always moving around a lot. he doesn’t really care for cuddling too much bc he doesnt think he’s worthy of it, but you (lovingly) manhandle him into bed one night and rest your head in his lap and read aloud to him, and he sorta sighs like “hmm. this is nice”. after that, little by little, he becomes more comfortable with cuddling you until he’s the one initiating it. some nights, if he’s feeling particularly brave, he’ll settle his head in your lap and read to you, and you have to hold back tears bc your las is finally opening up and letting you in. but mans oh my lord, he has nice pajamas. silk bullshits and all, and those fun little silk robes that john moore totally put him on. he’ll even have a nightgown made for you from fabric that matches his pajamas and he’ll just love the sight of you and him matching.

zemo is another one that i don’t think he’s too into cuddling. if this is before his marriage, he just doesnt like someone else being in his space (which, i get that). if it’s after, though, he doesnt want to cuddle bc it’s a subtle reminder of what he’s lost. his brain had grown accustomed to having carl asleep on his chest when he has someone in his arms, and it hurts too much to be reminded of it. you semi-solve the issue when you introduce him to your cat and the cat takes up a special place on zemo’s chest, and the weight reminds him of his son and calms him. zemo does that funny little dad grunt when he lays down/stands up, and he’ll sigh really heavy when he gets comfortable. i get the feeling from him that, yeah he probably owns really fancy sleepwear, but he sticks with those plaid pants and a grotty old t-shirt (don’t ask me how i know, but zemo gets really hot when he sleeps and will either shed throughout the night or just sweat like a motherfucker)

padre domingo is a Very Good Cuddler. he smells nice and likes to tangle your legs together, and he’ll kiss your face and boop your nose if he deems you as being too adorable. he wears a necklace with a cross on it and he sleeps with it on, so he’ll sleep in sweatpants (grey ones, if he’s feeling frisky) with a bare chest and his cross is just There. if you fall asleep on his chest, you’ll wake up with the print of the cross in your cheek, and daniel will laugh and kiss your cheek. and, seeing as maggie and the trojan kittens are now canon, like a good quarter of the bed is taken up by them, and maggie will Let You Know if your foot is encroaching on their territory. so, like, you have no choice but to be right on top of daniel, but he doesn’t mind literally at all. he can’t show you ANY affection in public, so he makes up for it at home.

and, for the hell of it, let’s do daniel himself. daniel brühl is The Most European Man To Ever Exist, and those funny funny europeans are all about affection. he’ll kiss both of your cheeks whenever you see him and put his arm around you, even if you’re not dating, and he’ll give you his hand to like help you stand up from a booth at a restaurant or whatever. but daniel is also a dad, so there’s some quintessential Dad things here to discuss. first of all, bedtime is an ordeal. getting the babies bathed and in jammies and everything takes a while, and i can just SEE daniel like chasing anton and scooping him up and placing loud, wet kisses on his face as the babe laughs. daniel will insist on reading them a bedtime story too, like a chapter a night or something. the hobbit is my go-to to make children fall asleep quickly (hello, former childcare worker). daniel would read anton a chapter from the hobbit every night before bed, and the babe would be Asleep before the chapter is even over. after that, daniel comes to bed and does a dramatic sigh as he flops down, and he’ll put his arm around you and adjust his glasses (yes, dad!daniel wears glasses 24/7 FIGHT ME) and mutter “we were getting to the good part and i look over and he’s asleep”. daniel is a pajama bottoms and t-shirt sorta fella, and you would wear the top that matches the bottoms and a pair of shorts, and he would kiss your cheek. daniel is a GOOD CUDDLER, YOU CANNOT FIGHT ME ON THIS. he smells nice and is just squishy enough to be an awesome pillow, and his beard is just the right amount of scratchy when he kisses your face.

yes. i am soft now. i need someone to cuddle. :,)

#ask #mimi <3 #the danny bunch #alex kerner #goodbye lenin #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #zemo #tfatws #padre domingo #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

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adezahnae · 3 years

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My Roomie (Part 4)

A/N: HELLO! HERE IS PART 4!! I HOPE YOU LOVEEE ITTT💕💕☺️

Warnings: Light Smut, cursing, corruption, angst, spanking, etc...

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

I stirred awake as I shift my body on the bed. I opened my eyes to see Jongin laying right there next me, watching me. “Ah!” I screamed jumping back. He smiled and placed a hand on my cheek. “Good Morning, baby..” He mumbled. I smiled back. “Good Morning..” I replied.

I looked down to see myself without any clothes. I gasped and covered myself. “Uh! Sorry!” I said. He only laughed and pulled the blankets down. “Don’t worry.. I’ve already seen everything anyways.” He smirked. I gulped and blushed as I remembered the thoughts of last night. Last night...it was an actual dream come true...

“Hmmm Kai..” I moaned as I ride him. He bit his lip and grabbed onto my butt. “You like this? Fucking yourself onto my cock?” He asked. I nodded my head and threw it back. He chuckled and bounced me faster. “Then show me how much you love it..cum for me.” He said in a low tone. I whined as I threw my head back and scratched down his chest and neck. He groaned at feeling and smacked my butt again, laughing as I yelped. “You’re so precious..” He whispered.

I gulped as I remembered the thoughts. He was moving my hair out of the way and tucking it behind my ear. “Are you thinking about last night?” He asked. I nodded and he lightly chuckled. “Your pretty pretty moans and whines echo through my head alll the time now.” He said.

I giggled and looked away. He turned my face to look at him again and softly kissed me on my lips. As we got deeper into the kiss, I began to roam my hands to his hair and shoulders and neck. He smirked in the kiss. “Is my baby getting a little bit grabby and needy?” He teased. I blushed and looked down. The pet name ‘baby’ gave me butterflies. It made me feel like a baby who needs attention and her bottle.

“I thought we talked about eye contact baby?” He said pulling my chin up with his finger. “Sorry..” I mumbled. “Sorry what?” He smirked. “Sorry Daddy..” I said with a little giggle. He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Perfect..” He mumbled.

“I wanna take you out.” He said. “Really?” I asked. “Mhm. We’re gonna go and explore outside of the campus.” He smiled. I smiled back. “Okay! Let me go and get dressed!” I said. I grabbed my underwear and bra and put them on. “Wait, before you go out there, put this on.” He said.

He gave me his hoodie and I looked at him funny. “Why?” I asked. “Because I have friends over.” He said. “Oh! Okay well hold on.” I said. I slipped on his big hoodie and smiled. I flopped the sweater paws I had with a giggle. He came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed down my neck with a chuckle. “You’re so cute..” He mumbled. He landed a quick smack to my butt, making me moan.

“Huh? Aren’t you a little bit naughty hm?” He teased. I blushed and covered my face. “You want me to walk out with you?” He asked. I nodded and he smiled. He opened the door for me and there sit three guys. I gulped and looked around. They all turned to us. “Who is this?” One of them asked. “Yeah..she’s hot..” another smirked. “Adorable actually.” The last one cooed. I felt uncomfortable and hid behind Jongin.

“Everyone this is Y/n. She is- Don’t crowd her. Sit down.” Jongin said. I peeked from behind him and seen them all with sulky faces. I pouted and hid behind Jongin again. He took my hand and pulled me out from behind him. “Now again. Everyone this is Y/n, my roommate.” Jongin said. “More like a fuckmate.” One said. The tall threw a pillow at the one who said it. “Shut up Sehun.” He hissed.

“Y/n, this is Sehun, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun.” Jongin introduced while pointing to them. “H-Hi..” I said in a low voice. “Aww how cute is she?” Chanyeol said. “She’s shy around other guys so leave her alone.” Jongin said. “Are you a virgin?” Baekhyun asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. I shook my head. “N-No..” I replied. “Hm..you must just had it taken away. Right?” He smirked. I had flashbacks of me and Jongin, making me giggle and blush. “Ah!! You did it didn’t you?” Baekhyun asked Jongin. “Yeah..You can say that.” Jongin said with a nervous chuckle.

“Oohhh!!! He’s never been this shy over a girl before! You must give better sex than L-“ “Baekhyun shut up. Go and get dressed okay?” Jongin said cutting Baekhyun off. I nodded and ran off to my room. I shut the door and slid down it. Why are there so many? Too many good looking faces! Too too too many for me to handle! I shook the thoughts of them and went to my closet.

Jongin’s POV

I sat on the couch and breathed out. “Was I about to fuck up?” Baekhyun asked. “Big time.” Chanyeol said nodding his head. “I think that would’ve been a time when Jongin knocked your ass out.” Sehun said. “I thought she knew about...Lia.” Baekhyun whispered the last part. “Why would I let her know about her? That doesn’t make any sense.” I said. “You’re the one who fucked her and got her pregnant.” Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders. “That isn’t my baby. It’s Chanyeol’s.” I said. “My baby?! Hell no..she’s lying.” Chanyeol said. “Damn she’s a hoe..” Sehun said shaking his head.

“Why did you start messing around with Lia anyways? You knew the girl was bad news.” Chanyeol asked. “I had to get Y/n somehow.” I said. “A simple talk would’ve been nice.” Chanyeol said. I laughed. “No..I have to get to her emotionally and mentally. Not verbally.” I said. “Why?” Baekhyun asked. “I like her...” I said. Everyone gasped. “YOU LIKE Y-“ Baekhyun was cut off by Chanyeol hitting him in the face with a pillow. “Jesus Christ Baek, shut up!” I rolled my eyes.

“AND I want her. Simple as that.” I finished. “Jongin this is a innocent girl, not some whore you can play with and leave.” Baekhyun said. “Who said I was leaving her?” I asked sitting up. Everyone was silent. “I’m just gonna let’s see...show her some new things..” I smirked. “As in corrupt her and possess over her.” Chanyeol said. “Exactly, just with love though..” I said. “Damn...” Sehun said. “What?” I asked.

“After one night and you’re pussy whipped. That’s sad.” He shook his head closing his eyes. “More like she’s dick whipped...” Baekhyun mumbled as she came back into the living room. Chanyeol smacked Baekhyun in his mouth. “Shut up.” He growled.

Y/N came back with shorts and dress shirt. I smiled. “I’ve never seen you wear shorts..” I said. “Yeah..I thought I try something new.” She smiled. “Oh! My purse!! Hold on!” She said rushing back to her room. “See? It’s already working.” I smirked. Everyone shook their head and sighed. “Okay I’m ready.” Y/n smiled. I took her hand and grabbed my jacket. “Let’s go.” I smiled.

Three Weeks Later...

Your POV

For the past three weeks, I’ve been having fun with Jongin. I slept with him for the third time. I began to come out my shell way more. I’ve been more social with his friends and other people. I started to wear skirts and shorts more. I even wore a tank top when I went out on a date with Jongin.

Classes also started a week ago. So I made my way to my locker. I began to unpack things from my bag to put them in my locker because it lunch and I felt someone standing beside me. I turned to see that it was Jamie. I smiled. “Hey Jamie!” I said. He smiled back. “Hi Y/N.” He said. I smiled. “Wow..you’re glowing..” He said. “Yeah..” I mumbled. He smirked. “Oohh someone has a boyfriend!!” He teased poking me. I laughed. “No!! Well..Maybe..” I mumbled shyly.

“Who is it?!” He asked. “Jongin..” I said. His smile dropped. “Jongin?!” He asked disgusted. “What’s wrong with Jongin?!” I asked looking at him now. “Yeah, what’s wrong with me?” I heard Jongin said as he came behind me and wrapped his hand around my waist. “I told you he’s bad news and yet you didn’t listen!” He exclaimed. “Jongin is not that bad.” I breathed. “He is! Look at him!” He exclaimed. Jongin rolled his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and slammed my locker.

“Listen you little asshole, Jongin is perfectly fine. You know nothing of him and yet you’re judging him. You know what?! Stay away from me! You make me sick.” I snapped. Jamie looked at me in astonishment. “Y/N-“ “I SAID GO DUMBASS!” I yelled. He looked at me and then at Jongin with angry eyes. “You did this to her..” He growled. “Come on baby..we don’t need to talk to him..” Jongin said while giving Jamie a death glare and kissing my cheek.

He pulled me away from Jamie and led me to his car. “He makes me sick..” I mumbled crossing my arms as I sat back. Jongin hummed. “Are you hungry?” He asked. “Yeah..” I said putting on my seatbelt and huffing out. Gosh why do people have to me in my business? “Baby.” He called. I turned to him. “Give me a kiss.” He said. I smiled and did so. It’s like he knows that I need this. He always know what I need.

It was later on in the night and I was finishing up homework. After I did so, I went to my closet and smirked. I pulled out his hoodie he gave me and took all of my clothes off. I put on the hoodie so that was the only thing I had on. We both have been busy because we’re starting school so we didn’t have time to have sex. I walked out of my room and went to his. I knocked on the door and waited for him. He and another came to the door.

I gasped and looked in between them. “You can go.” He said to the girl. She nodded and walked out of the door. After she was gone a turned to him. “What was that for?” I asked hurt. “You disrespected me.” He said. “What?! I defended you!!” I exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow. “So you mean that you talking to him and laughing with him is defending me and also respectful?” He asked. Oh my god.. I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT!! “I told you baby..I’m not the one to be played with.” He said.

He turned around to walk away but I stopped him with one word. “Daddy.” I said. He turned around to look at me. “I’m sorry, please don’t punish me this way!” I cried. “Show me that you’re sorry.” He said. I got on my knees and crawled to him. “Please..” I whispered. He smirked. “Follow me my baby..” He said motioning me. I followed after him into his room and he shut the door.

He helped me up on my feet. “You know what to do. Face down and ass up. You made me upset.” He said. I nodded eagerly and did so. The hoodie rode up my butt, revealing my wet heat. He approached behind me and rubbed his hand over my butt. “Already so wet huh?” He asked. I nodded and pushed my butt back into his hand. He spanked me making me moan. “Be patient, Daddy doesn’t like impatient girls. Especially when he’s mad..” He whispered in my ear. I bit my lip. “Sorry Daddy..” I mumbled. He smirked and let out a dark chuckle. “Good girl..” He mumbled.

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nuestraluzdelaluna · 3 years

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NSFW alphabet for Dele? 🥺🥵

Dele NSFW alphabet:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ smut　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He needs attention. He will lay down next to you or even on you and will just want to cuddle for hours on end.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your hands. Loving how soft they feel in his hands. Especially experiencing said softness when they are wrapped around his dick.

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

He definitely would want to cum somewhere, where you can lick it off again. If that’s on your lips, or you pussy so he can scoop it up, doesn’t matter to him.

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

Dele is definitely a switch. Wanting to be pampered from time to time, begging to be allowed to cum inside you. On other nights however he will be in total dom mood, making you beg to be even touched and taking your body the way he wants.

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

He has slept with many women but much to your advantage he has brought a lot of of experienced from that as well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl - he loves to have the perfect mix between being a sub and a dom.

Being able to have you use him to your pleasure, bouncing on his dick and your nails dragging down his chest. But when he feels like it he will thrust up into you roughly, making you submit to him.

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

Dele will definitely laugh to lighten up the tension a few times but that’s about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is pretty much completely shaven.

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

Dele is romantic in a different way.

“Fuck i love you little slut”

“such a good girl for daddy”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot. Not even only when he is away from you. He loves to see you rub your foot as he strokes his cock, watching you make yourself feel good.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy - he is either daddy or baby, no in between. But he will make sure you regret calling by his name during sex.

Mutual masturbation

Sub/dom - he loves both, he is more on the dom side but will definitely enjoy submitting to you from time to time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves an audience. That’s why he literally couldn’t care less where you two have sex.

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

kissing his neck

tracing your fingers over the waistband of his pants

tracing your nails over his skin

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

Dele doesn’t like toys on himself that much. He will definitely try it from time to time but he much rather prefers to have you go crazy with a vibrator on your clit.

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

69 He can’t pick between having you gag around him and your juices in you mouth.

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

Depends, one night he will destroy you with his pace, the next one he will make sure you feel his whole length.

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

Quickies happen all the time. He can’t get enough of your body and will love to take you anywhere.

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

Dele is definitely willing to take risks and will also do it. Fucking you in a restroom, with people walking behind the closed door, the risk of getting caught turning him on immensely.

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

He lasts long but not that many rounds.

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

On you he will constantly use toys, especially when he is away. On himself he will use a vibrator once or twice but ends up not really enjoying it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dele is the biggest tease. He will deny your orgasms for what feels like a hundred times.

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

He definitely is big into dirty talk. He’s moaning more when he’s in a sub mood, and groaning when you are putty in his hands.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Dele loves to see marks on himself or on you as well. Either hickeys or scratches, doesn’t matter, he loves how it compliments his/your skin.

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

He is pretty long but not that thick. However he will always reach places you didn’t know someone could reach.

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

Really high. He will be down to be inside you somehow all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He is gone pretty quickly. Always calming down when he hears your voice, feeling your fingers run trough his hair.

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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hello I loved your Shinra Kusakabe HCs! May I request breeding kink/dom Shinra getting steamy with sub female reader?

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting! Also reader and shinra are around 20 here for reasons like living together etc. Please enjoy ❤️

Warning;

SMUT

Breeding kink

It was just like any other weekend, food shopping and stopping to get some food. On your way home after having something from a fast food place there was casual talk of how was your day and such. You then look down and saw you had a food baby. You stretch your shirt over your belly more and call Shinra’s attention at a red light

“Hey Shinra look!“ he looked over “I have a food baby!“ you smiled at him. He followed along and reached his hand over to your belly

“Hey look at that, it’s Shinra junior in there“ you both laugh as the light turns green and he takes his hand back to drive. It was always great to be with someone who understood your flow, and just got you in general. Now that he thought about it, he wanted a family with you.

He loved you that much, he wanted to live with you for the rest of his life and have his own little family. He may or may not have imagined you pregnant once or twice. He bit his lip as he pulled into your driveway. Before getting out he said

“Are you still on that pill“ you didn’t expect that but answered either way

“I stopped because it was throwing my period and hormones off, why?“

“Mmm no reason“ he said finally getting out of the car to grab what you have bought. After putting everything in its place and finally settling down in the living room, a make out session had started.

You started off with some light touches, and peppers of kisses. Those pepper kisses lead to lingering ones which then became a make out session. He pulled you to his lap, his lips never leaving yours. His hands roam your body and cup your ass.

His lips trail from your lips to your jaw and your neck. Tilting your head to the side to give him more room. He stood up and wrapped your legs around his middle, walking to your shared room. He threw you down on to the mattress making you bounce a little as he stripped off his shirt.

You did the same looking him up and down, damn what a man you got! Your feet nudge his bulge through his pants, he grabbed your ankles and pull you to the edge of the bed with him between your legs.He gave you a grin as he leans down and kisses the valley between your breasts.

“You know...You’d look great with...a swollen belly...all full..and plump” he said between kisses

Huh?

“I’m not kidding when I say Ima fill you up with my cum“

“Wait do you mean-“

“i want a baby..“ he said seriously looking at you, your breath got caught in your throat “ I-I, just think we would have a perfect family together I..” you knew how he felt about family. You pushed him off and sat up and start to unclip your bra letting it fall.

“Y/N..?“ he asked confused

“Well? A baby can’t be made like this“ you giggle as your shorts come off and your legs spread for him. You swore you saw a light off in his eyes as he stumbled out of his pants and on to you.

He striped you from your panties and lays on his stomach. He kisses your inner thighs leading the way to your heat. His lips came to lay a kiss to the area just above your clit, making you roll your hips in anticipation. He smiled and laid a hard, lingering kiss to the needy bundle.

His arm came around to hold your thighs in place while he ate. He moaned into your throbbing core as he licked up your juices, pulling away he run two fingers up your slit gathering your slickness. He watches as his fingers slip into you

“Damn babe, you’re really sucking my fingers there,“ he grinned “i wonder how you’ll take my cock“ he pumped his fingers nice and slow at first building the tension. He curled his fingers and made sure to press on the spongy spot inside you. Your back arches as he holds his fingers in place.

“That feel good princess?“ he said latching on to you clit and sucking

“Y-yes..m-more“

“More what?“ he asked

“P-please more d-daddy“ he pumped his fingers faster into you as you clench around him feeling you high inching towards you. You finally come to you end bucking against him. He took long licks up your slit picking up each drop of juice.

“As sweet as ever babe“ he chuckled taking his member out of it confinements. “On all fours, ass up face down” he said and you knew exactly what position he wanted you in. You crawl to where your pillow was and lay your head on it, sticking your ass in the air wiggling it a little.

When he got dominant like this, it was like a switch went off in your brain and you were instantly more aroused than before. His hand comes down to give you a spank, and another, and another. He kissed the cheek after it got red enough. He took his hard member and ran the tip, up and down your slit, teasing you. You whimper already wanting for him to take you

“What’s the matter princess?”

“Please...I want you... ”

“Good girl..“ he slipped inside you and usually you both use a condom but going in bare was the best thing EVER. You moan loudly from the delicious feeling “Feels good with nothing huh“

Without wasting time he starts to thrust into you. He came down to kiss your back up your spin until he came to your neck. He left his signature bite mark on the right side of your neck. His large hands griped your hips, it was sure to leave a mark

“F-fuck you’re so tight...that’s right take me cock..nice and deep“ he made his thrusts deeper with each word

“Ooh S-shinra mmm“ you moan arching your back

His chest came to press against your back as he thrusted faster into you. His finger finding your clit and rubbing it in circles. The sounds of skin slapping and moans filled the home.

“Ima fill you..to the brim..after this one...I’ll just fill you again...beg for it“ he commanded

“Pl-please..“ you said hardly being able to talk as he hit your g-spot

“Please what?“

“Please fuck me! Fuck a baby into me“ you cry out as your spilled on to him. He thrusts become sloppy as he spills himself into you with a groan. He stays inside you as he twitches his seed into your heat. He pulled out and kept you place, using his finger he plugged you up. Not wanting any cum to go to waste

“Shinraaa let down..“ you whined from your tired legs

“Just a second babe, can’t waste a thing if we want results now do we?“

BONUS:

“Alright Shinra everyone is here what do you want?“ today Shinra called a meeting for everyone at Company 8 for something important

“Well something has come up“ he said with a smile “We have a new member coming!“

“Really? I wasn’t informed about it.“ Captain Obi was definitely confused, he would have been the first to know.

“Well, they won’t be here for a couple months“

“What do you mean a couple months?“ Hinawa questioned crossing his arms.

“Babe, you wanna tell em?“ he said looking over to you, you walk over and he slings his around your shoulder.

“We’re expecting a baby“ you said softy with a smile

That day the whole company celebrated your new addition soon to come.

I hope you enjoyed this anon! Thank you for reading!!❤️

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starlightsearches · 4 years

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Hi so i had a request idea. Hux being married to some woman bc he had to for propaganda or whatever and reader (who works closely with hux) is with them both and pryde after a meeting or at a gala, and in discussion the wife and pryde are speaking highly of brendol. The reader essentially realises hux’s wife supports and agrees with the abuse that hux has endured and so the reader takes him for a private discussion to reassure and comfort him, show that he has someone on his side. Thank you xx

Someone Else

Ahhh, writing this made me so sad, anon, you have no idea. But also, I loved it and I couldn’t stop 😰 Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy! (Also I modified the prompt just a little bit and I hope you don’t mind)

Requests are closed ✨

Hux x Reader (no pronouns)

AN: So I’m headed on a little road trip with my sister today, and as soon as I get back, I’ll be packing up and moving, and then immediately starting work at my new school 😱 I’m not sure how this will affect my writing schedule etc, but don’t be too surprised if I’m MIA for the next week or so. I promise I’ll get back to my requests ASAP 💖 love you all 🥰🥰🥰

Warnings: ANGST, infidelity, language, not a happy ending really 🙁

Even in your most creative thoughts, it’s hard to imagine a more pathetic situation than this one. You’ve been in love with General Hux, your boss, for as long as you can remember, too cowardly to tell him how you feel. And now you’ve been forced to plan, and attend, his fucking wedding. To someone else.

You fidgeted through the whole thing: the dinner, the reception, the ceremony. Spent the whole time chewing your lip to pieces with your eyes fixed on the general, waiting for him to say something, to stop this. You could imagine how it would happen perfectly—a vision that sustained you through the whole event.

It would happen during the vows; he'd begin reading the words—the ones that you prepared for him, words about fidelity and commitment but completely void of love—and then he'd falter, pause, and his eyes would find you in the back of the crowd. The audience would fill with whispers, but you wouldn't notice at all, wouldn't hear any of it because he'd be looking at you, he'd see you looking so beautiful in the attire you chose especially for this moment and he'd realize that he’d been blind this whole time, and now . . .

The vision always got a little fuzzy there, but it was only because you couldn't wait for your favorite part: the one where he kissed you in front of all those people, a kiss so dramatic and consuming that everyone would know that it was you he loved. That it had always been you.

It didn't happen that way. No matter how deeply you tried to immerse yourself in a daydream, you couldn't miss the moment your general and his betrothed were pronounced man and wife, and the commitment was sealed with a kiss. The light smattering of applause must have been loud enough to hide the sound of your heart shattering, because no one else seemed to notice.

It’s long over now. You’re alone in the reception area, halfheartedly ripping the silk tablecloths from where they lay before balling them up and throwing them into a messy pile. You don’t have to do it, someone will be coming along to clean up eventually, but you’d like to keep busy. If you go back to your quarters, you’ll have to be alone with your thoughts.

Hux announces his presence with a slight cough that still manages to startle you, and when you turn to face him your heart breaks all over again. He looks very handsome in the uniform he wears, one made especially for this occasion—regal but not too flashy—and your breath catches in your lungs despite your mind's insistence that you're no longer allowed such feelings.

“I thought I’d find you in here, Lieutenant,” he says to break the silence, and you nod as you feel your cheeks grow warm.

“Congratulations, General,” you reply, and you almost manage to sound like you mean it, “or should I call you your highness now?”

He gives you the slightest of smirks, just a hint of a smile in response to your attempt at humor, but you can tell what he’s thinking. Emperor Hux—a title made no less impressive when you consider that it was gained through marriage. It’s what he’s always wanted; you can be happy for him.

“General is still appropriate,” he replies, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet with pride, “I’m still your commanding officer.”

“Of course, sir,” you reply, and then, because you can’t avoid the subject any longer, "is Bristol getting ready for your departure?" It's the one concession you’ve allowed yourself—refusing to use her title whenever she isn't around. Normally you’d be smug about it, like somehow you were getting back at her, but now it just leaves you feeling empty.

“She's actually entertaining the allegiant general at the moment, in my quarters,” he replies with feigned indifference, even though you know how he feels about Pryde, “he knows her father, apparently they used to be in acquaintance.” You purse your lips in response; there’s really no need for words. It doesn't surprise you that they would get along.

You had wanted to like Bristol. Before you ever met her, you had been determined to like her, hoped desperately that the general had found someone kind and loving and devoted, because he deserved happiness and acceptance even if you weren't the one giving it to him.

Whatever you were hoping for, Bristol is . . . something else. She's beautiful, certainly, and intimidating and determined—all things you would expect from the future empress of her own star system. You've also found her to be unnecessarily cruel and demanding, towards you at least, and anyone else she thought she could look down on.

Not that it matters—you're not the one married to her. And while she might not be affectionate towards the general, she had also never been openly antagonistic. Plenty of people lived through loveless marriages. The general must have taken this into account and decided that it was a worthwhile sacrifice.

They're a handsome couple. A smart couple. And soon enough, the hurt and the wanting would fade and you would be able to move on with your life. He'd just have to stop looking so nice in his uniform first.

"There's something else I need, lieutenant," he says, pulling you from your thoughts, "before I leave. I have some last minute notes, some reminders I forgot to mention before, for my absence." You can’t help but purse your lips again, this time to hide a smile of your own. He's been more nervous about his trip back to the Alfospar System than he had ever been for the wedding, and you can’t really blame him. Two weeks is a long time for someone like him to be away from their work.

"I know I told you there'd be no talk of work today,” he continues, “but if you wouldn't mind-"

"Please, general, of course I'll take the notes," you interrupt with a smile, "I never believed that you could resist talking about work for a whole day."

You shouldn't tease him like this; you have to stop teasing him at all, because he tries not to smile again, and your pulse starts to race. Whenever he makes that stupid face, all you can think about is peppering his cheeks with kisses, teasing him again until he really would smile and you could bask in the happiness that you created. He only has to hide his smiles when he’s around you, and you’re stupid enough to think that means something.

"They're in my quarters," he waits for you to drop the table cloth you'd been worrying in your hands throughout the conversation, and then you follow him through the dark and quiet corridors. Neither of you speak—you've spent too much time together to find the silence uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that means that you can hear every word coming from the open door to the general's quarters as soon as you approach.

Maybe they think they're being quiet, or maybe their voices carry, or maybe neither of them mind at all that anyone could wander right outside the door, listening to every word of what should be a private conversation.

"You could have done worse, dear, I'll give you that at least," it's Pryde's voice, his words traveling down the hallway; it’s like he's right next to you, like these are words that you're meant to hear, too, and your heart clenches in your chest because you know that's not the case.

"How exactly could I have done worse, general?" That's Bristol speaking, obviously, her tone all-too familiar, like she's suffering from a headache and she believes you're the cause. You have to stop this conversation now, before one of them says something that can't be unheard. You're about to take the first step, ready to announce your presence with some inane comment that would make Bristol roll her eyes and would hopefully make Pryde swallow whatever insult was about to leave his mouth. You're about to take the first step when Hux stops you with a hand on your shoulder and a look in his eyes that puts an end to any argument.

You hope to the gods that Pryde will, by some miracle, say something nice. Or at least, something not overtly mean. You listen and you wait, brimming with foolish hope, your eyes fastened on the general, watching the way his jaw tightens as he holds his breath, waiting for Pryde to respond.

"You know," he begins, and you can already hear the mirth, already know that his next words are going to be painful and you won't be able to protect the general from them, "I'm not actually sure." There's a slight pause and then the room is filled with their bright, callous laughter, laughter that spills out of the open door and floods the hallway so completely that you feel you might suffocate in it.

"I mean honestly, I don't think I've ever met a man so weak-willed," Bristol speaks again, and she's breathless from laughter, "he is absolutely spineless-"

"Thin as a slip of paper and just as useless," Pryde interrupts,"that's what his father used to say about him."

Bristol laughs again—just a short bark this time—before she responds, "Well, he's certainly no Brendol."

"You'd have thought his father could have beaten him into shape, but . . ." they laugh again—there’s no mistaking General Pryde’s true meaning—and General Hux has heard enough. Before you can even process everything they’ve said, he's turned on his heel, walking back the way you came.

General Hux always walks fast—because he always has places to be, he says—but you have to jog to catch up to him this time, and even then you lag behind. You stumble after him in your dress shoes, cursing the way they pinch your feet before giving up and ripping them off, pursuing him around the corner.

He goes to his office, probably because there's nowhere else for him to go, and you stop just inside the doorway, trying to catch your breath. He busies himself, or tries to, fidgeting with the sparse materials on his desk—intermittently picking up his data pad, dropping it again, running a coarse hand through his hair, then gripping the back of his chair with white-knuckled hands. It strikes you, in this moment, that you've never seen the general cry before. It makes sense—there's never really been a reason for it, but you wish he would cry now, as you feel your own eyes sting with tears, because, somehow, seeing him like this is so much worse.

“General,” your voice is too timid when you speak, and you clear your throat, willing away the tightness that grows steadily as you hold back your tears. He doesn’t look up.

You go to him, take both of his hands in your own, trying to still him, trying to hide the fact that you're shaking too. In all your time together, you've never seen him act this way. It frightens you.

"I'm sorry." It's not enough, but it's all you have to offer: a fitting metaphor for your relationship. He doesn't respond, won't even look at you with those ice green eyes. "They're wrong about you, sir." You can hardly believe that you have to say it out loud. How could he not see what you saw?

"No, lieutenant," he's dejected in his response, almost hopeless, "I don't think they are." For a moment, it feels like your heart might explode with anger, an all-encompassing anger that fills you whenever you think of Brendol Hux. The general never told you much about his relationship with his father, but you’ve put together some of the pieces. Even after all this time—after all his success—he still falls into the traps set for him by that man. Still finds it so easy to believe that he is worthless despite all the evidence to the contrary.

"How can you say that?" You cup his chin in your hand on instinct, gentle but insistent, forcing him to look you in the eyes. If you weren't so distracted by the conversation at hand, you might have realized that this was the first time you'd ever laid a hand on his bare skin, skin that’s soft and cool beneath your fingers, might have better registered the electricity setting your palm alight at the contact, might have noticed the slight flush that materialized over the general's cheeks in response to your touch. But the anger still clouds your senses, and you don’t notice any of it. "Who knows you better, general? Me or them?"

You've caught him now. You feel the delicate flex of his jaw muscles shift, as he opens his mouth, prepared to argue with you, and then freeze when he realizes that he has nothing to say.

"You are many things, sir, but spineless is not one of them," you take advantage of his silence, speaking faster, trying to get the words out as quickly as possible so that he won't have to spend another moment in this pain. "I don't think I've ever met anyone braver, or more determined, or more suited to lead . . ." You trail off there, your face growing warm. The nature of your position, your hand on his jaw, has drawn you closer, his face wandering unthinkingly towards yours, and you could count his eyelashes from this distance, number each and every one of his freckles if he'd just stay this close.

"Lieutenant-" General Hux doesn't try to pull away, but there's some distance in his tone. You know what he's thinking. You’re thinking it, too, of course. But you’ve never gotten this close before.

"Can I kiss you, sir?" You shouldn't, but you have to. If he'll let you. If he wants you to.

"Why?" You feel the whispered question brush up against your cheeks, and despite everything else, you know that this is your moment.

"I just want you to know what it's like," you say, "to feel loved." You wait, take the opportunity to breathe him in, share the same air—something you've done for years but never like this, never close enough to feel the heat of it—the tip of your nose just barely brushing against his as he nods, and he’s shaking a little.

It's not the kiss you had envisioned, as you cup his face in both your hands and pull him closer. You move deliberately, let him watch until he goes cross-eyed and then his eyes fall closed, and your lips meet his, so soft it's more the ghost of a kiss than anything. You wait for him there, wait for him to reciprocate the affection you give him, and he does, pressing his mouth against yours with a tentative kind of tenderness. It's not the kiss you had imagined—it's everything.

You move together, slow and gentle, two familiar people learning each other in an entirely new way, and it's intoxicating—being held by him, feeling the way his hands trail your spine, the way the pad of his thumb traces your jaw. It would be perfect, if he didn't belong to someone else.

"What are we going to do now?" He pulls away just long enough to whisper the question and you don’t let yourself respond, kissing him again while you still can. You don’t want to admit it just yet, but you have no idea what you’re going to do. You haven’t got a clue.

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ohdearhiddles · 4 years

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request: What about a one shot where there's a really big age gap between reader and tom and one night the reader tells him that she feels like she's holding him back from settling down/family etc. and he comforts her..... basically fluff please? thanks!!

TITLE: With You

WORD COUNT: 1914

AUTHOR NOTES/WARNINGS: fluff fluff :) i have a problem with writing too much. i hope this was okay!!

The door to your bedroom opened softly, revealing a tired and disheveled Tom. He had been out all day for interviews and public events, working hard even when he was technically not meant to be working at all. His curls were more than just a little messy; he looked as if he had run his fingers through them a countless number of times throughout the day. As your eyes locked with his, he smiled. You smiled back at him, knee bouncing up and down as you sat at the edge of your bed, book in hand.

“How was your day,” you questioned him, curling your leg underneath you in order to turn in his direction. Tom loosened his tie and sighed before plopping onto the mattress beside you.

“Long,” he responded, nothing more and nothing less. You knew that Tom was having a rough time recently from all the new interviews he had to take part in as his latest work premiered. He was always so kind when being asked questions about not just his work but his life as well. Despite his kindness, it still took a toll on him when interviewers seemed to ask all the wrong questions. From the way he was acting, he most definitely had gotten asked all the wrong questions today.

Instinctively, you reached out to run your fingers through his hair, earning a soft hum of appreciation from your older boyfriend. You knew better than to pry into what’s upsetting him immediately after he had just found a second to relax. When Tom wanted to talk, he would talk. He always did.

You maneuvered yourself closer to him, laying on your side with one arm propping your head up as the other rested on his chest while your hand remained in his hair. By this point, Tom’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed the small gesture you were displaying. As your fingers continuously ran through the locks on his head, his hand made its way onto your thigh where he, too, began administering gentle caresses. It was almost as if he was finding solace in being able to reciprocate the comfort you were providing.

The two of you sat in silence for a few more moments before he opened his eyes and tilted his chin up to look at you. “How about you?”

“Hm?” You hummed in response, not quite sure what he was referring to. “Oh, my day was alright. I just got home from work not too long ago.”

It had been only a month or so since you started your job, and it was safe to say that your employers never failed to remind you that you were a newbie. Sure, it was tough on you, but you didn’t let that stop you from getting the job done. Tom knew it wasn’t exactly easy for you at the workplace because many of your coworkers had already recognized you as a celebrity’s girlfriend, poking fun at the significant age gap between you both.

Tom was 39 years old, a bit older than anyone you had dated in the past, especially because you were still {Y/A}. Between the two of you, the age difference wasn’t that big of a deal, but not everyone saw it the way you did. At first, this was something you said you could accept. Love was about acceptance; at least, that’s what Tom would say. One year later, and these words alone didn’t seem to be quite enough to hold your worries at bay. Looking into his eyes, you could see how tired he was, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe his worries away, but you didn’t know how.

“They kept asking about you today,” he sighed, not because he was upset but because he didn’t want to worry you about it.

“What were they asking about,” you asked, not sure if you wanted to know the answer.

“Well,” Tom started, “they were asking if we were planning on getting married, how our schedules work, if you plan on being a stay-at-home mom since I travel for work.”

Your eyes wandered around the room until they settled on the buttons of his shirt. If you had kept your eyes on Tom, you would have noticed that his eyebrows had knit together at your reaction, his worry only increasing. A minute of silence passed before you realized he was probably waiting for you to react to what he was saying. If you were being honest, you didn’t know what to say.

Was there a wrong or right answer? Were you supposed to tell him what you had planned for the future?

As your mind raced a hundred miles a minute, Tom’s hands had found your hips as he urged you to straddle his lap. With your knees on either side of him, Tom placed his right hand on the small of your back, holding you steady as his free hand pushed his body to an upright position. You were slightly elevated and his eyes were level with your neck. The position only granted him the access he needed to leave soft kisses along your collarbones and up your neck. Your fingers grasped the back of his neck when he stopped, and you took the opportunity to press a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“Y/N,” he exhaled, grip tightening around you. “Their questions had me thinking.”

You stilled, not wanting to know where this conversation was going at all. In an effort to keep him from talking, you pressed your lips to his. Of course, Tom knew what you were up to, but even for a split second he also enjoyed the distraction from an otherwise serious topic. The distraction only lasted a few seconds before you felt his hands on your cheeks as he pulled you away from him. In the blink of an eye, his expression had turned serious once again.

“Y/N,” he tried again, this time holding your face centimeters from his own. “We’re going to have to address these things sooner rather than later.”

You sighed, leaning back from his grasp as your hands fell to your sides. “Okay,” you replied.

“I love you,” he started; his words sent shivers down your spine. “I don’t want to be the reason this relationship falls through, though.”

You tilted your head, not quite understanding what he meant, and he noticed this. He grinned sheepishly before letting out a sigh of his own. You had a feeling these sighs were only the first of many to come in this relationship.

“Your job, are they still giving you a hard time?” He questioned.

“Well, no,” you tried to say, but the look in his eyes immediately showed that he didn’t believe you. “Yes, yes they do, but it’s simple stuff. It’s not like they’re harassing me or making my life entirely too difficult. It’s just a little extra workload here and there.”

His right hand reached up to rest on your cheek, brushing the area beneath your eye. Tom smiled sadly before speaking again, “Darling, I don’t want to be the reason your job is difficult, nor do I want to be the cause of the bags under your eyes. If this continues, you’ll be working yourself to death by the time you’ve fully settled into things.”

Shaking your head adamantly, you firmly disagreed, “It’s nothing coffee and a few days of overtime can’t fix. I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can, but,” he paused. You wish he hadn’t because your heart stopped beating the second he stopped speaking, impatiently waiting for him to carry on. “This is your dream job, yes?”

You nodded.

“Who am I to make your dream job more of a nightmare?”

“The man I’m in love with,” you answered quickly, knowing where he was going with this already. If he wanted to end this relationship because your job was getting a little too much, what was he going to do when other things started to go south? “You think you’re holding me back from loving what I do?”

It was Tom’s turn to nod. You laughed, almost bitterly, at his thoughts.

“Thomas, you think you’re holding me back?” You asked, voice rising in pitch. Standing from your spot in his lap, you let it all out. “You’re 39; you want to settle down. You want to have a family. Your family wants you to settle down and have a family. I’m not quite sure I’m ready for all that, and you want to say you’re holding me back? I can barely wrap my head around finally starting my career, let alone starting a family right now.”

Tom was standing now, worry etched into his features as he took in your distraught stance. Your hands were in your hair, gripping tightly as if you wanted to rip it out. Your eyes began to sting as tears of worry threatened to fall down your cheeks. With your chest heaving as breathing seemed to get harder by the second, you turned your back to him. You didn’t want to see him get worried over your own feelings of not being able to give him what he wants, and as much as he would like to pretend he didn’t know that you were uncertain about the future and what it might bring, he couldn’t ignore it now.

Tom’s hands reached forward to lightly grip yours, attempting to gently pry your fingers from your hair. As he wrestled your arms to your sides, he pressed his lips to your forehead, softly shushing you until you finally allowed him to comfort your mini meltdown.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around you. “I didn’t know you were carrying all that with you, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, knowing that you needed to apologize for semi-yelling at him for something you shouldn’t have even gotten mad at. “No, I’m sorry. It’s just - I sometimes think maybe it’s better if you find someone else, someone who can give you that family and kids because I’m not ready. I’m not ready for marriage, and I’m most definitely not ready for motherhood.”

At the sound of your suggestion, Tom released his hold, eyes now trained on your face. When you looked up to meet his gaze, he looked almost mad. Before you could say anything else, he closed his eyes and let out another deep sigh.

“If it’s not with you, then what’s the point?” He spoke with his eyes still closed. “Yes, we have things to work out, and the future to talk about. And yes, Y/N, I want a family and I want children, but I want that with you. Don’t tell me to find another woman when I’ve already found the person I want to be with. Age, race, or whatever, none of that matters to me as long as it’s with you.”

You stared at him blankly, not knowing how to respond to his declaration. It was almost as if he was proposing to you; part of you wanted to glance around to see if he had a ring in plain view, but you knew he wouldn’t propose like this.

“But-” you began.

“No, no ‘buts.’” Tom opened his eyes and was quick to cut you off this time. “Take all the time you need until you’re ready to take those steps. I’ll be here waiting alongside you every step of the way.”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston imagines #ohdearhiddles imagines #thomas william hiddleston #hiddleston imagine #imagines #age gap imagine

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thesolotomyhan · 4 years

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Narcos México: Dating them would include: (5/7)

Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes

Warnings: NSFW

Miguel:

Miguel Ángel ,, this man needs someone he can wholeheartedly trust,,

Your able to keep him focused on only one thing and forget everything else, one step at a time motto

He loves having your full attention and love,,

Por eso esta perdidamente enamorado de ti

He can also always count on you for being on his side and giving him advice on hard decisions

Whenever he feels like he’s gonna explode because of the pendejadas his employers are doing, he’s automatically calling you

It de-stresses him when he hears about your day and what you’re planning on doing later,

honestly your voice just soothes him as he closes his eyes and listens to you

I feel like, when that’s not enough, he’s inviting right on the spot if you want to visit the cafe nearby or something

He loves taking you out for dates at fancy places/restaurants

Miguel feels like your love grows stronger when he takes you out because you’re spending time together

He’s also always making sure you enjoy your food, surroundings, etc, he wants it to be perfect for you,

Like, if you even mention that your food is a bit cold, he’s snapping his fingers and making orders,,

“Ay, pendejo, como se te ocurre darle a mi esposa su comida todo frío, es una dama, orale, apurate a traerla otro plato, cabrón”

he can’t help it, he wants everything to have your approval.

He wants to treat you with what you deserve and more

Miguel goes soft when you smile at him for a gesture he did, it might be something you said you wanted a long time ago or just him buying a big ass bouquet of roses because we all know Felix can be extra 💅🏼

So he’s definitely bringing you a serenata where you live and giving you that adoring smile he does when he sees your face light up

Serenata Sin Luna by Jose Alfredo Jiménez just screams this, let me go sob

God, the way he overachieves expectations when it’s your birthday or something

Like this man thinks his birthday parties are casual, but when it comes to you, he has to have them fancy and extravagant,,,

“Miguel, que es todo esto?”

“Pues es tu cumpleaños tesoro, y apenas vamos empezando”

It’s just jaw dropping the way he goes all out for you

You can’t tell me otherwise that this man lives for taking walks with you,, either late at night after a date or just a normal walk to talk about anything and hold your hand- ugh

He’s one to give you his coat so you don’t freeze as he hugs you into his side

“Ya vez, te dije que trajeras un suéter, mija”

While he pulls you into him, smiling and kissing the top of your head🥺

Miguel’s also asking every time you see a carrito de comida if you want anything, without fail

I can definitely see you guys sharing food, just feeding each other as you smile to one another and the heart eyes you both give each other- I can’t

HAND HOLDING, again,,,I- he just really loves holding your hand ok, like apart of him makes him feel strong when he’s holding your hand, he’ll give you an occasional squeeze when he gets excited, stressed, or worried about something

I can also see him fiddling with your wedding ring as he holds you hand, whenever he’s bored or nervous at a party dinner,-

God, this man spoils you every minute he can,

He states that it’s the least he can do after you put up with him, -the softness that is showing is astronomical

But you’re always telling him that you’re sticking around because your love for him is endless, 🥺

That statement alone makes him die of happiness

Every time there’s a party that he needs to attend, he’s already sending you a new dress for you to wear to accompany him

This man is complimenting every second he can,

He’s worshipping the ground you walk on

“Te ves tan hermosa, mija”

I can definitely see that people only walk up to him when you’re next to him because he’s actually approachable and happy when you’re around,,

Styling his hair back to normal after he ruins it when he stresses out,,

“Ya, mi amor, tu sabes que no me gusta verte así, tu eres mejor que ellos”-

The way he looks at you makes me cry, you can just see his worries go away as he smiles up at you🥺

Or even when he needs reassurance that you do love him after Felix visits Neto in prison, like the part where he tells him that he’s alone in this world

“Cuídate Flaco, la única persona que te queda es tu mujer; un milagro que ella todavía esta contigo” That really got to him :(

That’s when he’ll spend the whole day with you, like a lazy day... never wanting to let go of you...

“Si sabes, yo hago todo esto por ti, verdad? Este es tu imperio tesoro, y de nadie mas”-

Soft cuddles in the morning and before you go to bed together because Miguel is on that soft shit

You’re what makes him a better man at the end of the day, your relationship is so beautiful, I’m crying

NSFW:

Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo,, this man is making you feel things,

Let me put this out there,,, Miguel lives for seeing you blowing him

It’s one of the only good things that come out for him when he’s stressed tf out because you’re always willing to help him relax

I feel like you’ll grab hold of his face and kiss him as his hands grip your clothes like an anchor,,,

“Ven”

You’ll lead him to sit down as you get down on your knees and begin to unbuckle his pants as he lets out a deep breath

He’ll let you do all the work as he lets his head fall back while he lazily thrusts into your mouth,

“Como me sabes cuidar, verdad tesoro?”

As he smiles down at you-

El Jefe de Jefes, look there’s a reason why he’s given that name,

he’s definitely a dom, he wants to see as you fall apart beneath him, it’s such an amazing sight for him

The way you say his name and scratch his back while he just fucks you into the bed

He chuckles lightly when he rubs your clit with his fingers as he keeps thrusting into you, just the way you gasp and say his name a little louder-

The build up to having sex is something else entirely, I can see him desperately kissing you as he grips you clothes while you’re quickly unbuttoning his shirt

He’ll lay you on the bed as he moves to start kissing your neck and moving his fingers in between your thighs,

Oh yeahh, this man is into fingering you, like holy shit, the way he’ll look into your eyes and hoarsely speak to you

“Mira lo fácil que te hago sentir, amor, como eres de obediente para mi” as he’s curling his fingers into you- okk

I feel like Miguel would not give you time to adjust to him, like he’s too desperate, ya feel?

Like, you’ll stutter his name out and on the verge of tears from pain and pleasure but he’s just brushing your hair out of your face and cradling your face, nodding his head

“No, no hagas eso, yo se que puedes, tesoro”

He’ll silence you by kissing you and just pounding into you more harder

Wow, the way he’ll have you not thinking straight anymore with your head thrown back, excites him-

one of his absolute favorite positions is having one of your legs lifted on his shoulder, as he fucks you, because that’s hella erotic

The marks he leaves behind makes you feel so many emotions, too

He’s always leaving them on your chest, a spot where only he can see and no one else-

Speaking of exciting emotions,,,, Desk Sex

Like, c’mon you know this is a thing

Miguel’s ass fantasizes about this

Like, either you bent over his desk or laying, spread out on his desk as he clasps his hand over your mouth, wow

When you're bent over his desk with one of your legs resting on his desk and the other leg on the ground, he’s tangling his hand into your hair as he pulls you back and moves to wrap it wrap your throat,

“Calladita, amor, no quieres que nos encuentren, verdad?”, as he’s thrusting deeply into you from behind and moves his other hand to rub your throbbing clit -ok, someone escort me out

Balcony Sex -that’s for another time,,

I feel like, the times when he comes home from his out of country/state trips, you’re already waiting for him on the bed with his favorite lingerie

He pauses from the door and lightly chuckles,

“Imaginate si alguien más o el pinche Clavel entra y no yo, amor”

Uggh, i can just see you lightly laughing as you get up and walk up to him and lead him to sit down on the bed

“Te extrañaba, mi amor”

You’re straddling him as he grabs hold of your hips and desperately kisses you-,

now usually he doesn’t prefer to be bottom, but when my baby is tired, he can’t even think

He’ll let you have your fun on top of him, like grounding your hips onto his and gripping his shoulders

The way you both let out deep breaths in sync when he’s inside of you-

Loves the way you’re desperately bouncing on him-

He’ll steady you on top of him once your hips start to stutter and your creasing your eyebrows,, he knows your going to stop soon

So he’ll move his hands to grip your ass and thrust up into you,,

“Dime cuanto me extrañabas” -wow

I just know this man can last the whole night making you see stars and only remember his name.

#narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico imagine #narcos imagine #miguel angel felix gallardo #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #narcos

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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FatSquadCanons; During and right after the Chisaki arc

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x Reader, Eijirou Kirishima x Reader, & Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Summary: The Fat Gum squad and their girlfriends/wives/fiancees during and right after the Chisaki Arc in My Hero academia

Warnings: Sex talk, slight angst, mentions of intercourse, cock-warming, swearing, cuteness

Author’s Note: That gif below brought back the sun, cured my depression, got rid of my anxiety, cured the coronavirus, and made Jesus rise from the cross and beat the shit out of Pontious Pilate

Enjoy!

Taishiro Toyomitsu

Mostly SFW

Misses you

A LOT

You’re so pretty and happy and you give the best hugs and have the sweetest voice so being deprived of those things for so long…

But he had to focus

They had to save Eri, so he couldn’t have your elegant features staining the cloth of his mind right now

You, on the other hand, try and cope with your worry, lust, and sadness by rolling up in his spare hero hoodies and his big black shirts because they’re warm and they smell just like him

You miss the way he held you in his arms as though you were made of porcelain, the way he kissed your lips like it was the last time, his big, warm, soft stomach you could sink into, the twisty blonde hair you loved combing your fingers through, his big smile, his huge hands, his hugs, his lips, his dick, and his laugh

That chuckle...

It would be the death of you

You just wanted to be back in his arms… or in his lap…

Or under him while he fucked your brains out

Pick one

He hasn’t been home in 2 whole week

So your touch starved as fuck, hungry for dick, lonely, sad, and worried

You’ve been eating dinner alone and the news has been on nonstop

So when he comes home with bandages all over his scraggly, skinny yet buff body, you immediately start bawling your eyes out

You’re so happy he’s safe and alive

He holds out one of his arms to you and you stumble from your chair and collapse into his arms

“Tai! Oh, my god!”

He picks you up and carries you to the couch like the goddess you are and lays down with you, kissing your cheeks, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he missed you until your stormy sobs have calmed to the occasional violent hiccup

“Honey bear, it’s ok. I’m here now. Don’t cry sweetheart…”

I want him to call me ‘honey bear’

The two of you lay there for the rest of the day

You get up occasionally to get your man food and to take a piss, but that’s about it

Refuses to let go of your waist even though his stomach sounds like a possessed garbage disposal

“Don’t worry about me Y/n, I’m fine. Just stay here, ok?”

You rest your head on his chest to listen to the beat of his heart

Nice pecs pillow

Forehead kisses, ear nibbles, ass and thigh grabs, hand kisses, etc

He’s all over you

He thinks you such a beautiful goddamn queen through the bright red tearstains and the evidence of emotional eating that had gathered on your hips

He tells you that, just the part about your cute and squishy hips

You end up falling asleep like that under a pile of blankets

NSFW

The very next day, as soon as you’re up, you start riding him like a horse

“That’s it babygirl, be a nice little cowgirl for me. Just like that~”

“Did you miss my cock while I was gone?” He’ll whisper in your ear, sucking on one of your piercings

“Yes, fuck yes I did Tai!”

Holds your bouncing hips with the one hand that works, kisses you, sucks tiddy, and makes sure you get off at least twice before he does

When he’s done, you collapse on his chest, panting

For a couple of hours, you lay there cock warming him because he asked you to

Then his stomach started up again and you got off and fed him everything in the house while naked because he asked you too

The end

Because you asked me too

Tamaki Amajiki

SFW

…

Poor sweet elf boi

Doesn’t really know how to cope

Spends a lot of time locked in his room

You notice he’s eating less

When he allows you to come into his room, he’s always wearing one of the hoodies you let him have

On those nights, there isn’t a lot of talking, but there is a lot of cuddling

He rests his head either on your chest or your stomach, wraps his muscley arms around your waist and holds you close

Whispers ‘I love you y/n.’ every so often

You’re really worried about him

His pretty black eyes are dull, he slouches more, Mirio can’t cheer him up, you can’t cheer him up, his indigo floof droops a little, dark bags under his eyes, stutters a lot more → talks even less than before, he looks sad, and is jumpy

He’s been really distant too

Staring off into the distance, completely zoned out and lost in his thoughts

24/7

So one day when he comes back from patrol with that spunky redhead and Fatgum, you go to his room and knock

No answer

You knock again

Still no answer

You fumble with the doorknob, but it’s locked

Using your quirk, you manage to get it open

“Tama, why is your-”

“Tamaki?”

Tamaki Amajiki was rolled up in several blankets, making him look like an adorable burrito

He was struggling to escape his warm cocoon, squeaking softly as he attempted to get his arms out

He blushed as soon as you saw him and then tried to hide his face in embarrassment, but you didn’t let him sink too far

You smiled indulgently and helped him unroll

“Tamaki, if you were cold then- Wait… are those my socks?”

“Yes.” He mumbled, hiding his face in your shoulder

You giggled

“Don’t be embarrassed Tama! If you want my clothes, just ask!”

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down so you’re laying comfortably in his bed together

“How are you doing?” You coo, stroking his soft indigo locks

“Awful.” He mumbled, burying his face in your chest

“I’m sorry to hear that…” You reply, tracing the indent on the back of his neck, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. But I’m not allowed.”

“Oh. That’s ok. I don’t mean to be insensitive, but just try not to think about it. I know it’s hard and you’re under a lot of pressure, but tonight, just think about me. Or takoyaki. Or Nejire and Mirio.”

“You smell good.” He whispered bashfully, “New perfume?”

“Mm-hm! You like it?”

“Yup.”

“Good.”

You smiled sweetly, letting his soft voice (I love you Aaron Dismuke) play its melody over and over again in your brain

You were so lucky

You kissed his forehead and whispered, “If you need someone to talk to, I’m right here Tamaki. Ok?”

He nodded sleepily, eyelids drooping from lack of sleep

“I love you bunny.”

“Sweet dreams.” You sigh, relaxing in his safe embrace

NSFW

Don’t get me wrong, Tamaki is one of the sweetest, kindest, most adorable yet hot guys EVER, but he isn’t some fucking pushover

He’s domming your sorry ass in bed, whether you like it or not

He’s got tentacles

TENTACLES

GOOD HENTAI ANIME = TENTACLES

And he fucking knows how to use them to make you scream

He also has a cow hoof you can stretch yourself on

What happens if he eats noodles?

But that’s beside the point

Tentacles

With those, he can tease you, tie you up, make you cum, squirt, serve as a second dick for ur arse, put them in your mouth, etc etc etc

Anything you can imagine

Picture this: Tamaki is fucking your from behind, buried to the hilt in your cunt. Two tentacles trapping your arms against your back, one in your ass, one in your mouth, and one massaging your throbbing clit

You’re overstimulated, moaning, and crying from the pleasure, pain, and overwhelming arousal

“Do you like my tentacles Bunny? Does it feel good?”

“So wet for me… such a pretty Bunny when I fuck you like this.”

“More? Greedy bunnies get punished~”

Loves it when you’re all needy, hot, and bothered underneath him, begging for just a simple touch

It makes him feel really strong and happy

Knows it feels good because you make the most erotic faces

Nuts almost immediately when you do → tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream, and cheeks flushed

Aftercare?

You won’t even remember the accidental scratch you got from the lobster claw

Sore pussy and/or ass?

Hickeys?

Dry throat?

Hungry?

Anything marring the beautiful expanse of skin before him?

Gone

He’ll massage you, give you a bath, food, water, endless kisses, hums to you softly, bandage you up (if need be) and tuck you in

He NEVER wants to lose you to someone else, so he makes ABSOLUTELY sure, you’re 100% feeling loved at the end

He loves you so much

Never forget that

Eijirou Kirishima

Mostly SFW

Baby boy…

He has been very distant since this whole thing started

No more study and cuddle sessions (where you normally end up fucking)

Fewer hugs and kisses

No big girl fun time in bed

Not as many baby shark doot doo doo doo doo smiles

*author drowns in utter despair*

All you have are the clothes you steal from his closet every now and then

(every time you’re in his room) cough

So while boi is being a distant and depressing fuck, you bundle up in all 11 of his Crimson Riot hoodies (some of them are used as pants) and think about him

His garnet irises, his adorable sharp-toothed smile, his killer upper body, his soft red hair, his voice (thank you Justin Cook), his hands, his dick, his manliness, the tiny scar above his eyebrow, and his sharp jawline

Perfection

Kiri, on the other hand, wonders why you’re spending so much time in your room all alone and why fuck cuddle nights stopped

Right when he needed all of the love and support, it stopped

Were you mad at him?

Did he do something to upset or offend you?

Did he say something rude or insensitive without thinking about it?

Did you get tired of him?

Did you want to break up?

Had Bakugou finally stolen your heart from him?

He couldn’t tell

You looked to upset all the time, giving him distant looks, suddenly running to your room with your eyes full of… shit, were those tears?

No, not eyes full of shit

Eyes full of tears

Come on guys

He ran after you, but by the time he got to your hallway, you were already locked in your room

He knocked on the door

“Who… Who is it?” You whimpered in a choked voice

“Uh, Eiji… your boyfriend…” He said softly, running a hand through his softened locks, “Can I come in?”

“I…” You pause, “I guess. Gimme a minute.”

Shuffling sounds

*nose-blowing*

Then the door opened to reveal a slouching you in one of his hoodies

You had a used tissue scrunched in your fist

“Babe, are you ok? You’ve been acting really weird lately and I’m worried!” Said the pure ginger shark

“E-Ever s-since you s-started that work-study, you’ve been r-really d-distant so I thought you might’ve f-found someone else. Either that or you j-just needed t-time alone.” You whimpered, holding back tears for what seemed like the billionth time that day

“Baby girl, no one could ever replace you!”

Sharky pulls you into a hug

“I’m sorry you thought that Y/n. I’ve just been really zoned out because I’m trying to balance school, work-study, and our relationship all at once. I really need those study nights honey, I’m begging you. You explain stuff so simply and your notes are really descriptive. I love you so much and I don’t like it when you’re sad, because then I’m sad and then everyone is sad.”

“Eiji… I’m sorry, don’t blame all this on your self. I’m just being a whiny bitch.”

“Don’t say that!!”

“But I-”

You were cut off by a kiss

Eijirou cupped your flushed cheek tenderly with one hand, and with the other, he held the small of your back so you were flush up against him

“Eijirou…”

That night, you fall asleep on his chest, but Kiri can’t sleep

His phone on your nightstand flashes and he carefully picks it up, turning down the brightness so as not to disturb you

Apparently, it’s time

Carefully, he slips out of bed to join Midoriya, Ochaco, and Tsuyu downstairs

NSFW

When all of that is over and Kirishima is in your arms safe and sound again, he gets down on you before you even pull out your flashcards

Presses you back into the carpet and starts sucking your face

“Eiji? Wha-”

“Sssh.”

Clothes start flying everywhere except away from you and your horny boyfriend, who has moved onto your neck and jawline, kissing and nipping along your collarbones and mandible

You thread your shaking fingers through his pretty red hair

“So wet for me already?”

“Mmmh, you smell so good…” Eijirou moaned, sucking your puffy clit, his hands clamped on your hips to prevent you from bucking or squirming

“M-More… please, more! I need more Eiji~”

“Did you miss me, or just my cock?”

“Both- fuuuuck~ Eijirou oh my gOd~”

“You like that sweetie? Huh? Tell me how much you like it~”

…

*coughs*

You can hardly walk the next day

But don’t worry

Kiri will treat you like a queen and carry you around until you fall off or feel better

No studying happened unless you count Eiji learning to make you squirt

Otherwise, no

Neither of you did anything productive

But you did have a fun, sensual evening with the person you loved most

Nighteye Squad hc’s coming soon!

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The Set Up - Harry Styles One Shot (Epilogue)

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You and Harry were back in London from his mother’s house. The remainder of that trip went well, but you could still feel a little tension between the two of you. Of course, it was expected. Even though you two talked it over, apologized, and agreed to move forward, both of you still had some emotions going through you. The first night of tour was coming up and while you were excited, you are a little nervous about what was to come in this next part of your relationship.

Funnily, enough, no one has really speculated about your relationship yet. The only talk regarding you and Harry as been a rumor that he would be featured in an upcoming issue of the magazine. It all started when Harry followed you and The Mixtape on social media and a few photos of Harry in the background at the anniversary party. It was funny because here were all these clues leading to the two of you being together, yet no one was putting it together.

Which, to be honest, you didn’t mind it, but you did wonder how long that would last especially if you were seen at one of his shows. Since you had gotten back to London, you had found yourself staying at Harry’s place more than your own flat. You weren’t sure if was the impending time apart or if it was because it just felt normal.

It was only a few months ago that you were going back to your empty flat making a dinner for one and watching netflix or reading a book every night after work. Now, you did all those things at Harry’s place. Both of you helped with dinner or you picked something up on your way home. Then you two would move over to the couch for some cuddling and either watching tv or reading a book, which is what you were currently doing.

You had changed into a hoodie and shorts after dinner. You were leaning into Harry’s side with your legs out on the couch as you read your book while Harry had his legs up on the coffee table reading his own. Music played softly in the background as the two of you flipped the pages of your books. Even though you weren’t talking, it didn’t feel awkward, it felt right.

Once you had finished your chapter, you placed your bookmark in place, putting the book on the coffee table.

“I’m going to get some ice cream, want some?” You asked.

“Um, I’m good,” he said. “Maybe some water, though.”

You nodded rolling over to get up from the couch and heading into the kitchen. You put a scoop and half of ice cream into the bowl, grabbing a spoon, and then pouring some water into Harry’s glass before taking it over. You handed it to him before sitting down and taking a bit of your ice cream. A few bites later, Harry smirked taking the spoon and getting himself some, while you looked at your phone.

“I knew it,” you laughed.

“Knew what?” He asked with a mouthful of ice cream.

“That you’d steal some,” you said. “That’s why I put extra in there.”

He laughed kissing your head, “Then you won’t mind me having a bit more.”

“You can have the rest,” you said. “I’m done.”

“Sweet,” he smirked. “Get it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I do.”

He laughed finishing up the last bit of ice cream before putting the bowl onto the coffee table. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling onto his lap before takin your phone out of your hand and throwing to the of the couch.

“I was reading an email,” you laughed.

“Too bad,” he smirked.

“You’re so needy for attention all of a sudden,” you joked.

“I don’t deny that,” he laughed leaning in for a kiss.

The next morning you didn’t have to go to the office until around lunch for a meeting, so you were happy you were able to sleep in. That is until you felt your boyfriend’s lips kissing your naked back and shoulders before wrapping his arms around you stomach.

“What time is it?” You whined.

“Eight,” he said.

“Really?” You groaned.

“Yep,” he smirked.

“Why are you awake?” You whined.

“I had to wee and I couldn’t go back to sleep,” he shrugged.

“You know how they say don’t wake a sleeping baby?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he laughed looking at you confused.

“That also applies to me,” you said throwing a pillow at him.

“The fuck!” He laughed falling back on the bed. “Sorry,” he said poking his head from the pillow.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you wake up,” you mumbled.

“Or what?” He laughed.

“I’d be pissed at you,” you said rolling over to lay on his chest.

He laughed shaking his head wrapping his arms around you. “So, I guess we shouldn’t go out for breakfast then?”

“Nope, I’m not getting dressed until I have to,” you said.

“Oh, really?” He smirked, ears perking up.

“Don’t be a perv,” you laughed.

He kissed your head as he ran his hand up and down your back. “I’m going to miss this,” he sighed.

“Me too,” you said.

“Does that include me waking you up?” He joked.

“Eventually,” you laughed.

“I’m happy you get to come to the first show,” he said.

You nodded, “I am too,” you smiled. “You better be damn good, or else I might decide to stay home on the others.”

“I put on a fucking great show, love, you have nothing to be worried about,” he smirked.

“Just make sure you keep some energy left for me that night,” you smirked.

“Oh, what for?” He asked looking at you.

“Hm, why don’t we have a little preview,” you smirked leaning down to kiss him.

“Welcome back, Mixtape listeners!” Jam said into the microphone. “Before we get into today’s topic, I believe it’s time we caught up on Y/N’s love life.”

“I believe it’s not,” you laughed.

“Oh, come on,” she said. “You can’t deny it anymore. You come into work all glowing and happy and shit. So, tell us, how’s it going.”

You sighed moving around in your chair, “It’s going great. We’ve been together a few weeks now, so we’re still getting to know one another.”

“Don’t be shy,” she smirked. “Tell our listeners how he brought you coffee and breakfast a few days ago, as well as breakfast for the entire office.”

“So, basically what you’re saying is not only are things working out for me, but for you, too?” You laughed.

“Pretty much, yeah,” she nodded.

“So glad you’re happy for me,” you said.

“Fucking ecstatic,” she smirked.

“Can we just get on with our topic?” You laughed. “Our listeners don’t want to hear us rambling for an hour.”

“Babe, that’s exactly what we already do,” she pointed out.

“True,” you laughed. “Anyway, but seriously we have a huge topic to talk about and we’re running out of time.”

“Okay, okay,” Jam said. “Let’s this show on the fucking road!”

Over the next hour, you finish recording the podcast and then head into your office to finish up somethings. Tour started tomorrow night and you were leaving first thing in the morning with Harry. While you were typing up an email, Jam walked in and sat down.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s going with you and Harry?” She asked.

“I knew your questions weren’t going to stop after recording,” you laughed.

“Because I know we can only talk about a few things, but now that it’s just us, tell me,” she smiled.

“Fine,” you laughed. “Everything is good, just like I said. I’ve been staying with him most of the time over the last week-”

“Bow chica bow wow,” she smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Can we ever have a serious discussion?”

“We’ve been best mates for ages, when have you known me to be serious,” he smirked.

“Anyway,” you said. “Tour starts tomorrow, so I’ll be gone a few days.”

“Look at you, supporting your man,” she said.

“Yep,” you smirked.

“How long do you think it'll be before fans figure out that you two are together?” She asked.

“No clue,” you sighed. “All it takes it for one post about me being at his show and it could set a fire.”

“You think you’re ready for that?” She asked.

“I mean, is anyone ready for that?” You asked. “From what I’ve gathered from Gemma, there’s usually three types of responses to someone who’s rumored to be with him. Those who love ‘em, those who hate ‘em, and finally those who both hate and think it’s all fake. So, I really don’t know how the response is going to be for me.”

“Well, good thing no one knows who the fuck you are,” she said.

“Hey!” You laughed throwing a pen at her. “I think I’ve done a good job at giving myself a name. We may not be on the level of Rolling Stone, but we’re doing quite well.”

“Yeah, we are,” she nodded. “But you know, we would do a little bit better if we had a certain someone featured in the magazine.”

“Are you serious?” You asked.

“Look, it’s just an idea. The creative team was bouncing ideas and his name came up,” she said. “Plus, word on social media is, his fans already think he’s going to be in the magazine anyway, so why not.”

“Because he’s my boyfriend,” you said. “And I’m not using him to sell my magazine.”

“Our magazine,” she said. “How is that any different than artists we put in our magazine all the time or him doing a different magazine. He gets exposure and so do we.”

“Look, I can’t discuss this right now,” you sighed. “And besides, he’s going on tour, so he wouldn’t even have time to do anything for months anyway.”

“Unless,” she said.

“Unless what?” you asked.

“Unless it’s about the tour,” she said.

“I’m not following,” you said.

“Okay, think of this,” she said. “Really think of i with an open mind. Remember when we talked about how it would be cool and different if we covered an artist on tour. Talking about their day, how they feel on stage, what it’s like to be traveling, etc, etc. Well, this is our chance. It can be an entire issue all about him, his band, his crew, etc. Not only does this give us material that would sell through the fucking roof, but you would be able to go with him on tour.”

“I don’t know,” you shook your head.

“Like you said, he’s going on tour for months, you don’t have to make a decision now,” she said. “Take some time, think it over, talk to Harry, then let us know.”

You sighed, “Okay, I’ll think about it and run it by Harry, but if he feels uncomfortable with this, it’s a no.”

“And we’ll all understand,” she said. “Your relationship is worth more a million magazines.”

When you got to Harry’s after work, you couldn’t take your mind off of what Jam had suggested. Part of you thought it was a good idea for both your brand and well, you. But the other part of you thought it was a terrible idea for both your brand and well, you. You had stopped to pick something up for dinner before pulling into his driveway.

He greeted you at the door with a kiss and took the food from you. “Hey, beautiful,” he smiled.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Everything good at work?” He asked.

“Yeah, we recorded the podcast and I finalized some things, responded to some emails,” you said.

“Sounds fun,” he laughed.

“Loads,” you said.

“Well, everything’s set for you to come with, right?” He asked hopefully.

“Yep,” you nodded. “I’m good to be out of the office for the next few days.”

“Awesome,” he smiled. “Let’s eat!”

You smiled sitting down and downing a glass of wine before taking your first bite.

“Um, is there something you want to tell me?” He laughed.

“What? No, I’m just thirsty,” you said pouring yourself another glass.

“Then drink water,” he laughed. “But really, tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing,” you sighed.

“There is,” he said taking your hand, “Come on, you know you can tell me anything. Did something happen at work?”

“It’s not really something that happened, just an idea the creative team came up with,” you said.

“Oh, are you not seeing eye to eye on it?” He asked.

“Not really,” you said. “I’m torn about it, so I told them I’d think about it first.”

“Well, you should,” he nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

You nodded taking a bite of the food.

“So, is the idea bad?” He asked shoving food in his mouth.

“Yes, and no,” you sighed.

“Can you tell me what it is?” He asked.

“Funny you should ask,” you said.

He looked over at you, “Why?”

“It’s an idea involving you,” you sighed.

“Oh,” he nodded. “What’s the idea.”

“Well, it stemmed from an idea we’ve had awhile back. Basically, it would be an entire issue all about a certain artist. It would include behind the scenes moments of life on tour, various interviews with the artist, their band, their crew, their fans, etc. Then we would compile of that into one limited edition issue to sell,” you said. “So, the creative team came up with the idea that our first one could be about you and that I would be the one to tag along on tour and get the material.”

“Interesting,” he said taking a sip.

“I told Jam, I didn’t feel right doing it because I feel like it would be using you in a way,” you said.

“Using me, would be to not tell me and do it anyway. To use personal photos, or write about your personal experiences without my knowledge,” he said. “But since you’re telling me, or asking me, if I agreed you wouldn't be using me. It would just be another form of promo for me.”

“Harry, I would never ask you to do that,” you said. “I don’t want you to ever think-”

“Why?” He asked. “Why would me being in your magazine be a bad thing?”

“I mean, it wouldn’t be, but-” you said.

“Y/N, is it really that you don’t want me to be in because you don’t feel right about it, or do you feel this way because of how it might be perceived by my fans or the public?” He asked.

You sighed looking down, moving the remainder of food around on your plate, “A little bit of both, I guess.”

“Hey,” he said. “Fuck what anyone else says, it doesn’t matter.”

“Are you trying to say you would consider it?” You asked.

“Possibly, I’d run it by Jeff first, but only if you’re okay with doing it,” he said. “If you don’t want to, then I could take or leave it.”

“Let me think about it,” you said. “And figure out logistics and then fully present a formal offer and then you can decide then. Also, I want you to look as just another offer for a magazine, not me being your girlfriend.”

“If I must,” he joked.

“I’m serious!” You said pointing your fork at him.

“You know, you’re really fucking hot when you’re serious,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Just eat your dinner.”

Well, it was the big night. Opening night of Love on Tour. Everyone backstage was pumped up and counting down the minutes until it was time to take the stage. Fans were already lining up outside the venue when you all had arrived and that was hours before the show. You felt a little weird, if you were being honest because you felt in the way.

Harry and his band were in soundcheck, his crew was finishing setting everything up and go through the lights and sounds. His team were going over details and setting up for hair, makeup, and wardrobe, all while you were grabbing snacks from the snack table and staring at your phone. You wondered if it would always be like this whenever you were at the shows with him or if it was mostly because it was the first night.

You still didn't really know anyone all that well, so it was still a bit awkward. You got on with everyone in the band, but as far as anyone else, not so much. It’s that you didn’t get along with anyone, it was just more of no one else seemed to reach out to you without Harry around. Because of this, you were certainly starting to wonder if the tour piece you were thinking about doing shouldn’t happen.

You were still on the fence with it and you really had hadn’t a chance to really dive into details and what not, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you did it, would you just sort of become part of the Harry Styles entourage that followed him where he went, or would you still be the girlfriend. Of course, the latter still sort of feel into the entourage situation, but you didn’t want it to turn in to you just following your boyfriend around.

And while you technically would be working, could you honestly afford being away from the office for that long. Not that Jam or the rest of your team couldn’t handle it, it’s just would you feel right leaving them to pick up your slack. Granted you could still do a few things as long as you had your laptop and a decent wi-fi connection, but you wouldn’t be able to record the podcast or be there for photoshoots or creative meetings.

Then there was the part of you that really wanted to do it because then it allowed you to be with your boyfriend instead of having to go through a long distance relationship. However, was it really good for you two to be with each other 24/7 like that with a new relationship and adding a business element into it as well.

Basically, there were still a lot of details you needed to figure out before you even brought up the idea again. You just hoped whatever you did choose didn’t have a huge affect on your relationship. You were reading something on your phone when someone laid down on the couch, putting their head onto your lap.

You laughed realizing it was your boyfriend, “You’re lucky it’s you or you’d be on the floor right now.”

“Good to know you would’t just let anyone lay on you,” he smirked.

You laughed putting your phone down and pressing your lips to his, “How’d soundcheck go?”

“Great,” he said. “Now, I’m just waiting until the next time I’m on stage.”

You smiled playing with this hair, “I can tell. Your heart is beating with excitement.”

He smirked, “No, that just how I am whenever I’m with you.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “Smooth.”

“So, have you given any more thought to the magazine idea?” He asked.

“I have, but I still don’t know,” you said. “Plus, I haven’t really had time to put a proposal together.”

“True,” he nodded. “I mentioned a little something to Jeff.”

“And?” You asked.

“He said if it’s something I wanted to do, then we should do it,” he said.

“I guess I’m just a little worried about being away from the office, too,” you said. “I mean I’ve never been gone more than a few weeks at a time.”

“Well, technically you would be working,” he said. “And I’m sure everyone would help out while you’re gone.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said. “It’s just a control thing, you know?”

“You do like being in control,” he smirked with a wink.

“Will you stop?” You laughed.

“Nope,” he smirked. “But seriously, I just want you to know that I’m in to do this if you are. I don’t want you to worry about how I feel with it when making your decision. And I’ll support you either way.”

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Hey, I should at least earn a kiss with that, right?” He smirked.

Rolling your eyes you lean down to press your lips against his.

It was time, showtime. Even backstage you could hear the screams, chants, and cheers all for Harry. He was dressed and minutes away from getting on stage. Everyone was following him down the hallway towards the entrance to the stage. You laughed as you watched everyone pumping him up and then he walked over to you.

You smiled wrapping your arms around him as he placed his hands on your cheeks.

“Kiss for good luck?” You smirked.

“Yep,” he smirked.

You giggled leaning in towards him for a kiss. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away. “I’ll see you out there in the audience, love. You better be screaming the loudest.”

“Well, if I’m not out there, I promise to after the show,” you smirked.

He raised an eyebrow with a laugh before kissing your head quickly and heading out on stage. In the midst of you making your way to where you would be standing for the show, you had gotten yourself and drink and could hear the screams even louder than before. When you got out into the arena, you were shocked at how many people were there and freaking out.

There were fans who were crying, jumping up and down, and belting out the lyrics of his songs. You looked up at the stage, seeing a new light in his eyes, and you knew up on that stage in front of his fan is exactly where he wanted to be. You smiled at him when he catches your eye. You blew him a kiss and joined in on sing along. He smirked giving you a wink before going on about his business for the rest of the show.

Once it was over, you quickly went backstage to meet your boyfriend. You could see him hugging Jeff and a few others who had got to him first, but as soon as he saw you, he ran straight over to you. He was a sweaty mess, practically dripping onto the floor, and his hair was now hanging in his face.

“Baby!” He smiled wrapping his arms around you and picking you up in his arms, spinning the two of you around, before putting you back on your feet and pressing his lips against yours.

You giggled into the kiss before pulling away, “You were amazing. The show was incredible... and you looked pretty hot and sexy up there.”

“Hm, really?” He smirked. “So, my girl liked it?”

“Loved it,” you smiled.

“Good, now, we’re all going to freshen up a bit and then go to the afterparty,” he said. “Is that okay?”

“Hey, it’s your night,” you smiled. “I’m down for whatever you want.”

He smiled, “Thank you so much for being here, it means a lot to me,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome, baby,” you smiled.

The next morning or more like closer to midday, you and Harry were having a bite to eat at a local cafe. You had woken up before Harry that morning and started brainstorming about what you were going to do. There were a few tour dates you would be with Harry before he went back to London for two shows and then going off to his Europe dates. You thought about what Jam had mentioned and how profiling an artist’s life on tour would be something to make your magazine stand out.

However, you were thinking of going a different route. You spent most of the morning sipping some coffee and looking through social media. You were looking at fan’s reactions to the first show last and that some fans had even live-streamed the entire show. Between that and what you saw first hand at the show, you had a completely new idea.

You just had to doing a makeshift proposal first. You wrote down your ideas because you didn’t bring your laptop to fully make a proper one. So, now that you were at lunch with Harry, it was time to give it to him.

“Tired?” You laughed

“A little bit,” he laughed. “But nothing a little coffee can’t fix.”

You nodded, “Do you think I could run something by you then?” you asked.

“Is this about the magazine?” He asked.

“Yes, I’ve been working on my idea all morning,” you said. “Now, nothing’s final because I still have to run it by my team as well, but I want your input.”

“Okay, I’m listening,” he said.

“So, I was thinking instead of just doing a whole spread on you through what I observe and like behind the scenes etc,” you said. “I was thinking about maybe doing in through the spread in the point of view as your fans. I’m not entirely sure on the details or logistics of things, but I see the way they love you and how the atmosphere is everything to them, and I just I think it would be an awesome thank you to them. Letting them have their moment of recognition.”

“I mean we’d still have moments about you and behind the scenes, but I’d love to just meet the fans before the show and interview them and stuff,” you said.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s-”

“Stupid? Not realistic?” you sighed.

“No, I was going to say perfect,” he said. “I fucking love that idea.”

“Really?” You smiled.

“I do, yeah,” he smiled. “Do you think your team will?”

“I hope so,” you said. “The whole reason we started The Mixtape is because Jam and I were fans. We talked about our favorite artists, our favorite music, all of that top of shit, so as a music fan myself, I feel like this is exactly what our magazine is for, for the fans.”

He smiled taking your hand into his, “And that’s exactly one of the reasons why I like you. I think they’re going to love the idea.”

You smiled, “I think so, too. I typed up the email, but I wanted to run it by you first before I sent it.”

“Well, send it away,” he smiled.

You laughed taking your phone out of your bag and finding the email to send it. “There all done,” you smiled.

“So, if they agree, does this mean you’re coming on tour with me then?” He asked hopefully.

“Yep,” you smiled. “At least for most of it yeah, there will be some times I’d need to go into the office for my own piece of mind, but yeah, as long as you want me there.”

He smirked leaning over the table to bring you into a kiss. Well, if everything went okay with your team, you would be joining Harry on tour and you couldn’t wait.

Welp, this concludes The Set Up! Who wants to see their Love on Tour? Ha! Get it? Yeah, sorry, anyway, if you would like there to be another little mini story about these two, let me know!

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pedropascallovebot · 4 years

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nsfw alphabet - javier peña

summary: a brief delve into javier’s sex life because... it was necessary.

a/n: one day i’ll format my work right. that day is not today. enjoy the poorly edited smut that took me two weeks to write. i love you all thank you for reading and supporting my stuff :’-)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

While Javier isn’t against a nice bath and a warm cup of coffee together as you both calm down, you both like talking about your days as a form of aftercare. He’s constantly on the move at his job- never getting to sit and relax, so when you both snap out of the heat of the moment after finishing, it’s nice to sit back and take a drink and lay in his arms, letting your breath even out as he rubs your shoulders and tells you about some asshole who pissed him off that day.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Javier loves your neck- maybe it’s the way it tilts to allow him access whenever his lips goes anywhere near it. He loves kissing it, nuzzling his face in the crook of it, and whenever either of you are feeling a bit stressed out, he likes wrapping his hand around it. Not squeezing too roughly, just having it serve as a reminder that he’s in charge.

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

He can’t get enough of cumming inside of you, but sometimes when he’s on the brink of it, he pulls out and lets go all over your chest. When he feels particularly bold, he smears some of his cum on your parted lips with two fingers, and lets you suck on them while he mutters how good you look with his orgasm splattered all over you.

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

This goes hand in hand with the last one. Javier would probably never admit this one to you, but he wants so desperately to slide himself in-between your tits and get himself off like that, with you underneath of him with your own fingers on your clit- he just wants to feel the silky skin gliding against him, but he’s not sure he could give up feeling how wet you get for him.

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

He’s pretty experienced, yeah. Though, he’s not ashamed to admit you’re his favorite out of all of the others. Said experience on his end works out for you when he’s so deep in you, hitting all the right spots.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Javier loves you on his lap, so it’s no surprise when his favorite way to have you there is your back to his chest, bouncing you up and down and grabbing at your tits and squeezing, making you moan and throw your head back on his shoulder. Sometimes he’ll pin your hands in front of you, and hit you with a particularly deep thrust, just to feel you squirm on top of him.

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

He can barely do goofy in his work and social life. He’s just.. tense. All the time. But sometimes in moments, his humor shines through. Just not in his sex life. Except the one time he pushes you off the bed and laughs, and you throw a pillow at him and pout until he apologizes and makes you cum.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I can’t headcanon this when I have the real thing ;-)

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

There’s not so much affection during the actual act, but before and after, Javier is all over you, telling you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It’s not that he doesn’t, he just doesn’t prefer to. He’d always been sleeping around before you, visiting bars and finding girls who were interested in him enough to keep him company for the night. When he met you, and put all of that aside, it became clear that you were both busy and sometimes you couldn’t see each other, and he’d have to make do with taking care of his business himself sometimes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves when you strip down in front of him, and he can sit back and watch you. When you take it slow just to tease him, it’s the highlight of his day to sit and relax while you get undressed for him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is standard, it’s convenient. Javier isn’t ashamed to admit that you two have got it on in random bathrooms and behind clubs, but there’s something safe and secure about the bed or the couch that make it okay for you two to moan as loud as you want.

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

After a long day of dealing with drug lords, Javier is frustrated. He feels so powerless, so coming home and knowing it’s you and him makes him feel a bit more in control. He knows it’s weird, but sometimes he doesn’t mind the bad days, because they rile him up to the point where he knows he’s gonna get a better release when you two go at it that night.

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

Though you’ve suggested it before, he hates the idea of threesomes. He can’t stand the idea of sharing with others. He’s too focused on how he feels and how you feel to worry about another person in the picture.

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

He’s a stressed out cop in the 1980’s and he’ll be damned if he didn’t enjoy getting a blowjob from a pretty girl. And you’re really good at it, can you blame him? Though, he’s also good at going down on you. And God, he enjoys it. After he fucks you, he’ll lean down and eat you out so you’re cumming again in his mouth, and he can’t get enough of the way your legs tighten around his head.

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

It really depends on the day he’s had, but he loves being rough with you, only slowing down after you’ve cum and he knows it’ll only take a few more strokes to get him to his own orgasm.

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

We’re talking about the actual king of quickies, here. This man will ask to fuck when he’s gotta be at work at 7 and it’s 6:49. While it’s not preferred, it’s definitely not something he hates.

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

As previously stated, this man is fucking when he’s got five minutes until work: he’s definitely taking some risks. One of his most favorite memories is him being on break and the two of you fucking in his car in a back alley, you partly terrified someone might see you, and him partly terrified he was gonna get his car robbed by thieves who thought no one was in there.

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

As much as he wishes he can keep going, Javier is TIRED. He does, however, like to get couple more orgasms out of you with his mouth or fingers before you two retire for the night. Maybe one day he’ll get a boost of stamina and keep going after he’s finished, but for now, you both are pretty satisfied with the way things are.

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

You hadn’t necessarily kept your vibrator hidden from him- it was in your nightstand the entire time, free for him to see. But you were scared he was gonna think he wasn’t doing a good enough job, when that couldn’t of been further from the truth and you just used it when he couldn’t be there when you wanted him to be. But boy, when he found it, this man went ham, and you certainly were not complaining about the fun you two had with it. It doesn’t come out often, but when it does, you know it’s gonna be a great night.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The question is, how much you like to tease. Javier thought he knew how to drag things on, but when you’re palming him under tables and giving him blowjobs in restrooms without letting him finish, this man knew it was over for him.

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

He’s not necessarily a loud guy. He grunts, moans your name, but he’s lowkey and he doesn’t feel the need for any extra noise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You and him once tried to spice things up by adding chocolate syrup to the mix one night, and lets just say it maybe wasn’t the best idea. It was hot at first, and then you realized how sticky it was, and not in the good way. All in all, you crossed it off the list of fun things to try, but decided that mixing chocolate and sexy time just.... it isn’t for you.

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

This man is so bent on not admitting he’s a good size, even though you tell him every single night he feels so good and you’ve never once felt unsatisfied. You love the way be feels inside you, and you love the way he looks when he’s taking off his shirt, too.

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

Sex isn’t all he thinks about. Sometimes he worries about his job, or what he’s gonna drink tonight. But he’s always down when you are. He’s usually the one to initiate it, granted, but he definitely isn’t needing it three times a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s surprisingly great at staying up and talking with you. Javier likes holding you afterwards, usually falling asleep after a while. If anything, you’re usually the one snoozing first.

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sirsparklepants · 3 years

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I've been staring at my WIPs a lot recently, as you do, and I think it's time to release everything I've got of my favorite story I will never write. I kind of fell out of Overwatch before I had the spoons for longfic, and now there's so much lore to catch up on (this dates from before Doomfist was released) that I'm just not going to be able to incorporate, but it's still a really great idea that I really love, so I'm going to put my story notes and snippets out into the wild.

The Darkness In Our Hands

Jesse McCree wasn't expecting to get a message when the Recall went out. He'd been Blackwatch, after all - he'd written half their playbook. But he'd lived five years with the death and slander of Gabriel Reyes burning in his chest, not knowing who to blame, and this new Overwatch was the best way to find out who had killed him so he could kill them right back. But the deeper he looks, the more mysteries he finds - and he'll need some help if he's ever going to get his justice.

[[MORE]]

Crime and conspiracy fic

Opening: McCree, in the middle of nowhere, New Mexico - give insight into the state of the world and how territorial governments are, him thinking on Reyes and what he owes to him, the recall message, decides to respond but have his own agenda.

He travels thinking about how different from the rest of Overwatch Blackwatch was, and how he hopes at least one Blackwatch agent has made it back, thinking about past with Genji - flashbacks to unsavory missions maybe? Arrival - he sees new faces and is not particularly prepared because he didn't feel it was secure enough to ask on a comm line who was there. Not as familiar with this base, paranoia rising, but then a familiar face! Sort of. (when he arrives Reinhardt and Brigitte are fighting about Brigitte calling Torb on him, Reinhardt doesn't want to pull Torb away from his wife) ← might combine these two into one chapter?

Genji puts him off when he initially tries to talk though, and when McCree pulls him aside to speak about his own personal mission Genji talks first about Hanzo and Genji's changes, and McCree realizes that Genji is so utterly different as to be unrelatable, so he never does tell Genji the whole story of why he's there. Genji asks him to give Hanzo a chance instead of acting on his loyalties to Genji and providing retribution. End of section, Hanzo arrives

McCree and Hanzo spend some time scoping each other out but they can both tell they're very different from the people around them. A particular do-gooder incident happens and they bond over looking at each other like “r u srs rn”. Meanwhile, Winston is creating profiles for everyone and trying to find a fit for like… intelligence gathering, brute force, explosives, etc - team roles I guess? In the interests of that are exhaustive interviews and training. First kinky sex somewhere in here

McCree is getting antsy at this point and I need to move along from character development to actual plot, so time to send out trial field intel squad for a rootin tootin hopefully not shootin time! They go - somewhere with a large Asian population where someone McCree’s size won't stand out. Uh. This is a note to do more research into where Omniums are. Hong Kong maybe? Hong Kong is a good city for crime. Maybe Singapore if I want to make things difficult for them what with all the weapons laws. Anyway. Somewhere with an omnic population that's not great with outsiders but Genji knows enough about their culture to be respectful and he's metal enough he won't stand out. They're not actually researching Talon but McCree is! Hanzo catches him and then they're wary partners. The omnic culture thing is a breadcrumb, be sure to emphasize it.

They leave and Genji finds out Jesse and Hanzo are screwing and starts laughing and taunting them both and being a fucker, he gets slightly let in on the Reyes plot, Intel Squad tentatively a success, they've all bonded and everyone is confused about it

Meanwhile while they were gone a stomach bug swept the base and Mercy throws a fit about not being a GP. McCree shares a cigar with her to calm her down and starts making a plan to try and get information sneakily out of everyone by reminiscing - I think??? No one knows who Reaper actually is at this point??? Anyway everyone talks shit about the UN and there's more worldbuilding dumps because this feels like the right place to put it. McCree and Hanzo and Genji are kept basically quarantined until the base isn't contagious and in that time they devise A Plan. Also enter Zenyatta because Mercy really needs a backup doctor

Lúcio isn't vetted yet so McCree gets sent out alone to send him an offer, there's a Talon base in Brazil he investigates on the way maybe? I feel like this is enough outline to be getting on with atm tho. Yeah, talon base in Brazil where there's a mention of Talon trying to infiltrate Vishkar

Meanwhile, Ana and 76 have shown up at Gibraltar because they figured out someone was tracking their movements and wanted to go to ground in the general area but spotted the activity there and they're both not best pleased that Overwatch has started back up. When McCree comes back with Lúcio there's another fight he walks into - a running joke? Every time he returns to base there's someone yelling. Second kinky sex, very dominance and pain flavored because McCree needs to shut his brain up. Or maybe not, that’s a long time to go without porn??? Maybe they have coitus interruptus with Genji and that’s how he finds out

Ana and 76 hang around for a while but can't stomach the idea of being there too long because they have their own mission but they drop the bomb that Reaper is Reyes and he's Teh Evulz now because they know too much and i need to get rid of them so we don’t have experienced field operatives for mccree to work around. Also some Widowmaker info dump here. McCree pretends to be shocked but he has a different definition of evil than most people so he doubles down on his investigation and wants Hanzo to give up some contacts. Metal arm fisting here maybe???

what. the fuck. has reaper been doing all this time. has he just been swanning around in the background ruining investigations? maybe he’s laying low because the winston raid thing made him so visible? talon needs to work underground so yeah this sounds right. in the meantime VISKHAR because lucio is here now so we can talk more about the evils of corporations and have corporate espionage going on. Lucio says they should look more into vishkar and they make contact with symmetra who is a whistleblower, ideological clash because that’s what i’m about. lucio and symmetra are both trans with prosthetics btw, that’s happening now because i said so and because hormones are a horrible way to control someone and so it makes sense that vishkar controls sym’s access to them along with her arm. because they’re fuckers. A N Y W A Y vishkar knows things about the old omnica corporation.

sombra makes contact with them here because she’s been keeping an eye on the new overwatch and talon thinks that maybe mccree could be an ally, not that he knows that at the time but they test him out with a dead drop with omnic-related code shit on a TEAM MISSION which happens to, idk, build goodwill or something. winston got info from someone for something and i have to have at least one team mission happen in the foreground, it can’t be all background shit and Intel Group. the mission goes. okay-ish. someone gets fairly seriously injured? tracer, maybe, or reinhardt, either way i can write their significant others fussing over them. it’s a member of old overwatch so winston can be conflicted and take people off field missions for a bit so mccree can tinker around and end up having to ask zenyatta for help. a much longer sex scene than normal here somewhere? OHYES this is where i’m gonna stick the scene where Hanzo makes McCree take off his prosthetic legs and makes McCree leave on his prosthetic arm (because pain kink and metal arm kink and he has to have both arms to handle him) and basically makes McCree fuck him in exactly the way he likes, up to and including making McCree bounce him up and down on his lap. AND THEN ACTUAL AFTERCARE HAPPENS FOR ONCE, A TURNING POINT. perhaps there’s a scene where one of them lays their head on the other’s sweaty heaving chest and doesn’t even mind the sweat in fine romance novel tradition

something has to happen here for pacing reasons but i’m fucked if i know exactly what. uhhhh for Reasons they have to go to an omnic city? more omnic culture and worldbuilding dump here.

aaaaand then the Reveal Chapter: reyes knows something about this mystery mccree stumbled into when he was investigating the death, and he’s willing to talk. hanzo and mccree make plans to meet with him. and then we find out that the reason reyes blew switzerland was because he was working for talon ALL ALONG. the chapter ends with a ridiculous dramatic sequence where mccree puts together all the evidence and goes “so talon was created to fight the god programs”

okay this is the chapter when i get down to the nitty-gritty and break down the structure of talon and have like. a nice artsy chapter explaining how the omnics came to be and how the government created wars to be fucks and all that. i will get to the details of this LATER but the important part is that at the end of it hanzo and mccree are secret talon moles and they have actually pretty kink-free sex while staring into each other’s eyes and kind of freak each other out with how they like and trust each other and that doesn’t happen in their world but it’s overshadowed by the freakout of them agreeing to work for a shadow organization that wants to destabilize all the world’s governments, the fuck were we thinking??? the fuck was i thinking this isn’t even the proper climax, i die

okay for pacing reasons i have to have at least two chapters of them doing double agent things and getting more deeply involved in overwatch, fuck. some public missions should be mentioned where they like. intervene in humanitarian crisises and shit. crises. whatever. maybe hanzo and mccree have to split up and feel sad that they miss each other? one chapter for hanzo to make contact with his shady criminal underworld people to get verifiable info - maybe like. idk. plastic surgery clinic records - and mccree to re-emerge and rehabilitate his image?

and after that one chapter where like. winston gets suspicious about shit. and maybe??? they have to bring EVERYONE in on this huge conspiracy? they have enough evidence to convince other people? yeah i like this, i want to emphasize how ragtag and vigilante-like and underground the new overwatch is. probably an actual defining the relationship talk and possessive sex here.

story ends with like. a giant news story break i think. as i get closer to the end i’ll know more about what threads need resolving. BUT that is the end of my outline. I DID IT HOORAY

Notes

So McCree responds to the recall not because he believes in the cause like Winston does - he probably still sees most of Overwatch as outsiders, although he's at least surface friendly with most of them by the time he leaves based on in-game interactions - but because something in Overwatch killed Reyes, who he doesn't yet know is Reaper, and joining back up with Overwatch is his best chance to find out what it was and hit them back for killing someone who had his loyalty. He's friendly still because that's the best way to get what he wants, i.e. information and access to records, but this isn't like Blackwatch. He's not surrounded by people who came from the same type of lawless loyalty structure he did, who think the way he thinks - they all believe in restorative justice, and his whole life, justice has been nothing but punitive. The only person he was counting on to understand him, Genji, has changed, and it's probably better for him, but he's become different. He doesn't lash out the way he used to. He believes in second chances, where in the places they both came from, you paid for a second chance in blood. He's done with revenge. He's well and truly gotten out of the life, and McCree has never changed his mindset and never will, because it's kept him alive this long. But Genji has brought along someone he does understand - his brother. McCree gets Hanzo, he gets why he did what he did, even though he regrets it. McCree isn't happy about it, but when he was fifteen he came along to meet the cartels with Deadlock, and when he was sixteen he saw what they did to turncoats. You pay for treachery with blood in their world, and Genji betrayed the Shimadas by passing along information. Hanzo paid when he lost his place, and he made his clan pay for what they made him do. Him, McCree understands, and McCree starts testing him out, because he could use an ally in finding out what was under the surface of squeaky clean Overwatch.

And Hanzo understands him. Hanzo is here because he owes a debt to his brother, still, and because he wants to understand Genji. But everyone in Overwatch is alien to him. They take him working for them as a given, as if of course he would want to make up for what he's done. But there's a difference between owing a debt and regretting his whole life. Hanzo was an assassin after he left the Shimadas, and he feels no need to atone for that. It was what he was skilled in, and he also became skilled in finding things out his clients did not wish him to, because being manipulated by his clan taught him to be canny, to find out people's real motivations. So he knows McCree wants his skills for something, but he's willing to make an alliance for the sake of mutual understanding.

So they ally together, with the understanding that any betrayal will be paid in blood, that they both know different tricks of the trade. McCree wants information on Overwatch, and Hanzo wants protection and information on Genji. McCree works on the old guard to find things out, and Hanzo gets in touch with his criminal contacts in every place he's deployed on a mission. And they start to find things out about Talon...

I don't actually know what the resolution to that story would be. The talon-is-hydra-overwatch-is-shield thing has been done. Maybe I'd go a route of "talon was actually founded by Reaper to fight corruption in the UN and that's how he has all those Blackwatch members" and there would be a worldwide conspiracy where the God programs and therefore the omnic crisis were created by top tiers of government and weapons corporations to create a threat that would keep governments separate, give them more power, and give the companies more profit.

...y'know what I actually really like that idea. The world was getting closer and closer to more human rights and one large global government, and corporations and world powers really didn't like that. So what's the best way for humans to give power to government? When they want to be protected from a threat, of course. And they won't be thinking rationally. They'll want to stay apart, because of course the whole thing is *insert other country*'s fault. So Hanzo and McCree run into Reaper and discover this conspiracy and are from then on Reaper's agents inside Overwatch, both to get information and to get enough media exposure they're familiar faces and trusted by the public. So when they blow this thing wide open, it can't be swept under the rug.

Bonus things in this story:

-they have to bring Genji in because he has the most connections to the omnic community through Zenyatta and Omnics have some key evidence to the conspiracy

-bastion provides an essential clue.

-omnic culture and worldbuilding

-underground cities

-Sombra is key, both as a contact that knows what's going on in Mexico (where Important Things should happen just because I mentioned the cartels so they should play at leat a minor part) and in helping them to get into Blackwatch data undetected

-symmetra helps them spy on Vishkar, which was one of the corporations to profit the most from the crisis because they got the most contracts for rebuilding

-Hanzo, McCree, and Genji sit around and exchange stories about things they had to do for deadlock/the Shimadas; it's all horrifically violent and gory but they all three get drunk and laugh about it because it's their life and they won't let it break them and it kept them alive

-it ends with Genji being happy that he's not forced to do lots of violence any more and McCree and Hanzo being perfectly happy with their very violent lives

So Talon has a ruling council which both Reaper and Doomfist are a part of and factions are #confirmed (ty for info people who are up on overwatch lore I Cannot watch a video rn), and Talon is all involved in a global conspiracy. That's canon. So what if Talon is several disparate movements that allied themselves? They need to fight this war on all the fronts they can, given the potential power of their opponents.

Irl, the UN is not a super powerful body - people put much more faith in individual governments of countries. So what makes the UN able to create a peacekeeping force? Well, what if before the crisis, some large thing happened that made the world move towards one earth government and the UN being powerful is remnants of that?

Kind of tempted to channel my frustration with the world falling apart and all the political conflicts into saying that in like... 2022 or sth, something bad enough happened that humanity decided that the only solution was to come together - perhaps we came close to nuclear annihilation? Just writing about it as a small bit of backstory and making the Scary Potential a side note in history seems like it could be really reassuring. Thoughts? (2020 note: I wrote this in 2017 and all I have to say today is OOF)

With this cooperation between nations, corporations couldn't take advantage of cheap labor in developing countries any more, and there was more of a focus on education. That could account for the leaps and bounds in science in sixty years. But that lack of cheap labor meant that robotics was developed more and more, until automation became artificial intelligences. Omnics.

The game takes place in 2076 and the Crisis took place anywhere from 20 to 30 years before that. I'll say it didn't officially start until 2050, but for several years there were developing tensions and small-scale attacks. Historians disagree about the exact cause of the crisis.

It was in the best interest of the Omnica Corporation to not let on how intelligent and sentient Omnics were - with the new focus on human rights, it was only a matter of time before an omnic rights movement erupted.

But the information started to leak. Sometime in the late 2040s, people who worked closely with Omnics started to talk to other people, tell them about how they really were intelligent and person like. And if it came out that the corporation had been deliberately hiding that, things would be bad.

So they had to do damage control.

Meanwhile, the governments of nations that used to be world powers, that used to do as they pleased, aren't that pleased with the fact that they have a lot of eyes on them and they can't meddle the way they used to in the world.

So they get together, and they throw money at the problem, and they come up the the God Programs.

Scientists worked in cells, and when they were done, they often disappeared. There could be no evidence.

And then it didn't matter how intelligent Omnics were. They were the enemy, and everyone hated them. The top executives of the Omnica corporation knew they would be hated, so they had a backup plan. They disappeared. They had surgeries. Their money went somewhere else under a different name. And they resurfaced in areas very far from any of the fighting.

Here is the secret that the Omnics and Sombra help uncover: Omnics were not meant to evolve, to change, beyond basic learning. Originally, they couldn't modify themselves. They had to come to a licensed technician, who was human. Quality control. Planned obsolescence. What the God programs did was take that cap off, distribute a patch that meant that Omnics could fix themselves - but there was a worm in the code that allowed them to be taken over. And the information that would allow that to happen? Before the crisis, it was proprietary corporate information. That shit had the highest security levels in the modern world. Corporations are very protective of their secrets. So either they were infiltrated or the crisis was an inside job. Either way, it was orchestrated by humans.

There's an implication that no humans worked in the Omniums at all, that they were completely automated, and I'm just... Gonna ignore that because it boggles the mind. The people who worked there did have to wear constant radiation shielding because apparently if Omniums are destroyed they leak radiation (or is it that the Australian one was destroyed with a nuclear device? Can anyone help me find a straight answer on this because it makes no sense) but they did work there because automation and seeing things indirectly through cameras and things means the Omniums were networked, and if they were networked they were less secure. So people worked there.

The plan to make the god programs was started off by the fraud accusations and was what caused the executives to bail the fuck out. Several plastic surgery clinics got entirely new wings just before the omnic crisis and I think this should be a weird clue that someone - probably Sombra through her hacking or Symmetra through her knowledge of corporate ins and outs - digs up.

The God programs and the militarized omnics that were pumped out allowed omnics to modify themselves and to develop things like their own independent communication methods and languages. Omnic language is a combination of binary and different computer code languages. There are different regional "dialects" depending what code language was easiest for the omnics in the area to learn and adapt to when modifying their own programming. It's also most often encrypted with... Probably some method I'll have to do research on.

Oops well I think I just ran myself into a big fuckin' wall here, and that wall is Widowmaker. She is canonically brainwashed by Talon into an assassin, and I don't want to make her husband Awful Abusive Forever and erase what was done to her.

Maybe Widowmaker is the face of Talon's moral ambiguity - she was created by a now-defunct Mad Science branch because while her husband wasn't awful for her, he was in a key position, and killing him would destabilize the power structure, and because Talon as a group's motto is probably "the end justifies the means", they still use her. This is probably a major sticking point for any omnics that want to join Talon's cause, and I could use that to highlight how desperate people can get when they're facing someone who has massive power over them.

Actually, have a couple of crime and conspiracy fic tidbits related to that: when he first went on the run, Hanzo got a nasty infection because he was so used to biotics that he didn't glove up or properly sterilize his tools before treating his own wounds. After a ten day course of penicillin derivative and a bad stomach reaction to them, he learned. Conversely, Deadlock probably had one or two fairly low-power biotic emitters, probably military surplus, and use of them was a privilege if you were high-ranking or a reward if you'd done particularly well but got kind of fucked up in the meantime. McCree has one or two big scars on his torso, and they're pretty visible because he got them young, but they don't inhibit his movements because he got treatment for them during his Blackwatch days. Hanzo, on the other hand, has a nasty hypertrophic scar on his upper thigh from the infection he got, and it occasionally restricts his movements.

Snippets

The stomach virus one

They hadn't been directed to medbay after the debriefing. This new Overwatch hadn't exactly established much standard operating procedure - hard to when you were a bunch of vigilantes and more or less all wanted under international law - but it still struck Jesse wrong, whatever Winston said. He'd known Angela longer than he'd known anyone here but Genji. They didn't run in the same circles, but they'd both been recruited before they were really supposed to be, and that gave them a bit of camaraderie Jesse wasn't afraid to lean on. He left the Shimadas to their not quite good-natured bickering and headed for the office just off the infirmary.

Angela's face, when he opened the door, made him glad he'd stopped by. Even her legendary (and probably nanite-enhanced, given the direction of her research) youthful looks were flagging under some kind of strain. Her undereyes were dark and her mouth was drawn, which in a trauma surgeon used to work in the field meant she'd been working for days on four hours or less. Jesse didn't have to do much beyond waving the nice cigars he'd picked up in (location) at her before she was out of her chair and headed towards the nearest balcony with him, monitor clipped to the lapel of her white coat. They hadn't smoked together since the recall, but the old tradition they shared seemed to be as clear in her mind as it was in his.

He was quiet for a few moments, just passing her the lighter, until they'd both blown out slow mouthfuls of fragrant smoke. Then Angela sighed, and some of the tension slipped away from her shoulders as she stared off at the waves. "You probably shouldn't be even this close to me, Jesse."

Jesse laughed at her, a low quiet chuckle. Anything truly serious and Athena wouldn't have let him anywhere near medical. "And why's that?" he asked her, slowly pulling in the rich smoke and rolling it around his mouth.

"The whole base has come down with a nasty stomach virus," she told him. "I have most of them in cots, hooked up to IVs. It's horrible! A certain amount of bodily fluids is to be expected in this job, of course, but the cleaning drones simply can't keep up. It's as much as I can do to keep everyone hydrated and mostly clean. Comfortable is out of the question. It's very contagious, and I haven't done work like this since my residency! I'm not a generalist. I don't prescribe birth control or deal with routine ailments!" Her accent grew sharper as she spoke, and when she'd finished, she took a deep breath before taking her own smooth pull of cigar smoke.

Jesse winced. He was glad any lingering sour smell was covered up by their cigars. He'd take blood and guts over vomit any day. "The whole base?" he asked. No wonder the corridors had been so quiet.

Angela nodded emphatically. "Everyone present, except for Winston, of course. I'm simply thankful it isn't zoonotic."

Jesse whistled. The infirmary had to be filled to capacity. "And nothing you've given 'em makes the nausea any better? That does sound nasty."

Angela froze with her cigar halfway to her mouth, and then began to curse emphatically. (German curses here.) She pulled her bangs with her free hand. "I can't believe I've been so stupid! I never give patients an antiemetic, it's dangerous when they could have been drinking poisoned water, but that doesn't apply here! (More German curses.)" Eventually, she subsided and took a particularly vicious pull off of her cigar.

"Easy with that," Jesse told her. "That's the good stuff - don't waste it."

"Oh, I'm not wasting it, believe me," she told him. "It's keeping me from storming Winston's office and demanding he add a generalist to the staff. Doctors have specializations, and this one isn't mine!"

"I could talk to him, if you like," Jesse told her. His voice was even, though inside he was triumphant. He'd wanted a reason to bring Zenyatta on, and the universe had just dumped it in his lap. "Might even have someone in mind."

"Would you?" Angela asked him, staring wistfully at the half a cigar she had left. "It's only - I have to dose everyone now, and wait half an hour to see how they respond, and I haven't slept since - too long."

"Wouldn't mind a bit," Jesse told her. "You worry about clearing out the infirmary. I'll work on our fearless leader."

Angela looked, briefly, as if she was about to cry. Instead, she breathed in deeply and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, her expression had settled. "Thank you, Jesse," she told him, and smiled. The expression was no less lovely for being surrounded by signs of her exhaustion. "These really are quite nice," she added, puffing again on her cigar.

Jesse laughed. "You come find me whenever you need another one," he told her. They smoked the rest of their cigars in silence.

The twelve o'clock high one

76 - Morrison - sighed. There came the sounds of him pacing around the room, his ridiculous boots heavy against the grating. "Winston," he said finally, "you like movies. You ever watch any old war movies - from the 20th century, I mean?"

"Well, no," Winston said, sounding honestly puzzled. "Most of them are well over a century old. I didn't think they'd have much cultural relevance."

Morrison snorted. "Not much cultural relevance," he repeated. "Maybe not out in the world, but here in Overwatch - in any place you've got to take command and order people into the line of fire - they still matter. Put one on your list. Twelve O'Clock High. The original, from 1949, not the remake they made right after the crisis." His gruff voice didn't make it a suggestion. Still used to ordering people around, McCree guessed.

"I will, but why would you pull me aside just to say that?" Winston sounded baffled and slightly irritated.

Morrison sighed again, a heavy put-upon sound. "This would be easier if you'd seen the damn thing. Used to have all the command track recruits watch it." The pacing sounds started up again for several moments.

"It's a movie about leadership," Morrison said finally. "And about what happens when you get too close to the people under your command. It's bad for you and it's bad for the mission, and it gets people killed. You can't be their commander and their friend at the same time."

"I fail to see how any of this is your business," Winston said, voice firm and starting to get frosty. You tell 'em, bud, McCree thought.

"I watched this organization fall once because of its commanders," Morrison said. "I can't watch you make the same mistakes. I bowed too far to the UN, but Reyes was too close to his men. Some of them came in young, but they'd done things that made sure they would never be kids again. Reyes couldn't see that. They were all loyal to him in their own way, as much as they could be, but he thought it meant he owed them some loyalty too, and he couldn't do that and send them into danger like we had back then for special ops. They got into his head, made him too much like them, and he snapped."

Winston was saying something else, and McCree forced himself to pay attention to that instead of the rush of blood in his ears, his clenched hands, his pounding heart.

"I believe that will be all, 76," Winston said. The frost in his tone had thickened up into a full ice sheet. McCree took that as his cue to slink out before the super soldier sniffed out his hiding spot - literally, maybe.

Morrison thought his loyalty put Reyes in a bad spot? It sure had - but it was his lingering loyalty to Jack Morrison that had gotten him killed, McCree was sure. Morrison really was blind if he thought Reyes had been doing anything in Zurich besides trying to pull Morrison's blond ass out of there before it blew.

what I have of chapter one

Jesse McCree had disappeared. Oh, he surfaced every now and then in some attention-grabbing way, but it wasn't healthy for a man with a bounty as high as his to go around under his own name. He'd taken a handful of false identities with him when he'd left Blackwatch, and he did enough flashy stunts with his familiar getup from the bounty posters to keep anyone from digging deeper and finding them. Most people figured he spent the rest of his time lurking around all the lonely, uncivilized places of the Southwest, like he had before he joined up - it was closer to the twenty-second century than the twenty-first, but urban sprawl hadn't conquered all the emptiness of his home state yet. So he was very surprised to receive any communication addressed to Jesse McCree at all, much less on the secure comm he carried more for sentiment than practicalities these days. And yet there was still a quiet, persistent chirp indicating a message for him.

Jesse wasn't stupid, of course. He didn't open the message that day. He'd spent too much time in a covert ops unit to trust anything that could send an active signal. He let it stay in the hard-sided guitar case that held his weapons and anything else he didn't want connected to the soft-spoken insurance adjuster who rented his Albuquerque apartment. Instead, he used his legitimate phone to reserve Chris Stevenson a campsite at a national park and rent a car for the weekend. No one had yet managed to bring enough signal towers out there that phones worked, and the campers liked it that way. Chris liked it too - it gave him a good excuse for not being available if his boss called with a last minute assignment, he told the park ranger.

Jesse, on the other hand, wasn't much for camping - he'd spent more than enough time out under the stars, first in Deadlock and then in Blackwatch, and his back wasn't as young as it used to be. But needs must - the signal could be a trap, or it could be someone from the old days needing his help. You could say a lot of bad things about Jesse McCree - most did, these days. But he knew what he owed Reyes and Blackwatch both, and he paid back his debts.

The canyon he'd chosen had several isolated hiking trails, and he set off for one just after dawn the day after he'd arrived. The other tents, few as they were, were quiet. He still waited until he'd reached the peak of his chosen trail, where he could see anyone coming, before he played the message.

Of all the faces he'd expected to project in front of him, Winston's wasn't among them. He was too recognizable, and Jesse stifled the urge to curse. The audio was routed through the wireless headset he'd brought, of course, but five years on, Winston's face still screamed Overwatch to anyone who cared to see. A talking gorilla was hard to forget. Still, Jesse let the message finish - it was very early - and dropped the comm into a pocket of the backpack he'd brought with him. Then he sat down right where he was.

Anyone passing by might have thought he'd be watching the sunrise, but he'd seen too many from the wrong end when he was with Deadlock to be stunned by nature's beauty any more. Chris was watching the sunrise, of course - a natural early riser, he saw sunrises from as many places as he could get away with. But Jesse McCree just happened to be staring at the horizon while he contemplated his options.

He didn't doubt the comm had sent some sort of locational ping out, so he'd need to burn Chris no matter what he decided. A pity - he'd liked being somewhere familiar, a place where he knew the lay of the land, how to find the best restaurant in a little highway town, which outcroppings kept you out of view of the satellites passing by, which streets nice people avoided at night. Couldn't be helped, though. Most of the Southwest was dangerous for him now. He couldn’t be sure someone hadn’t piggybacked whatever ping Winston’s call had sent out. He was inclined to curse his luck, hop a train, and move out - somewhere east, maybe - except. There was something he owed, and a debt to a ghost didn't make it any less real. He didn't have anything in common with the old Overwatch staff he guessed that idealistic message had been aimed at, but they had resources and records. Maybe he could use them to track down what really happened to Reyes.

Jesse’d been halfway to disappearing on a deep-cover mission - all they did in Blackwatch those days - when the news about Zurich broke. He could smell bullshit on a cover story from a mile away, and this one reeked. Reyes wasn’t jealous of Morrison - that asshole had to deal with the paperwork and politics while Reyes got to intervene in the real hot spots. If he’d been in Zurich, it was out of a sense of loyalty to his old army buddy. That loyalty had gotten him killed, and no one in Overwatch seemed interested in doing anything but slandering him after the fact.

Just because they didn't do much of an investigation didn't mean that they didn't still have records up in Gibraltar, though. The Watchpoints had all been networked at one point. Athena had had limits put on her when the Petras Act passed, but Winston had made her devious, under all the fussing. She had to be if she was going to fight Overwatch’s enemies. McCree's access had been stripped when the UN had recalled Blackwatch’s authorization, but that meant jack shit if Athena decided he needed to know something. And he knew how to ingratiate himself with her.

It’d mean the end of his relatively peaceful existence, but hell, he'd already known he'd have to get rid of Chris and go on the run. Might as well run a little farther than usual. He could check out the lay of the land, see who all was there and what they were up to. It wouldn't be fun - he was Reyes’ man to the bone, still, and none of the proper Overwatch agents would understand that - but this was the closest he'd come to being able to pay back the man who'd changed his life in years. He couldn't let it slip through his fingertips.

International travel was, according to those who could remember, a bit more difficult to manage now than it was before the Crisis. The United States especially had buckled down on the jingoism, blaming most of Europe for letting the Omnica Corporation run wild. It wasn't as bad as it has been in the 20s, of course, but if Overwatch hadn't provided the encryption on his passport themselves, McCree would have found himself paying a pretty penny for a good fake. As it was, he wasn't exactly flush with cash right now, so he was glad Chris’s papers were still good.

Chris Stevenson, despite his whitebread name, had family in Spain: a sister who'd recently taken ill. So he - and Jesse McCree, under his skin - was flying to Madrid. Teleporters were still new and expensive, and Chris couldn't afford one. The days of the ancient, cramped airliners were long over, though. Chris had a ticket on an overnight flight, with his own little cot and plastic privacy wall and two credits to use in the onboard cafeteria.

The flight attendant directed them all through the ship’s amenities, pointing out the cafeteria and the bathrooms as well as the small rec area, on the way to direct them all to their berths. They had to go through the first class lounge first thing, of course - probably to make them all regret they hadn’t coughed up enough to spend half the trip on leather furniture drinking premium cocktails. Jesse couldn’t care less about it. He planned to eat, sleep, and then eat on this trip; airline food wasn’t that great, but he’d eaten plenty of bad shit in his life, and he’d need the rest and the calories to find the best ways to ditch Chris’s identity and make his way across the border into Gibraltar.

The berths were more private than the ones on most of the Overwatch transports he’d been on in his time, but that wasn’t saying much; military didn’t think anything of communal bunkrooms for everyone but officers, and Overwatch had always been true to its military roots. The ship wasn’t ritzy enough to have sound cancelling tech in any cabin but first class, so he could hear the contained but emphatic ruckus happening two berths over. Politeness would have dictated Chris did his best to ignore it, but Jesse had always been an incurable snoop, and years of covert ops hadn’t exactly curbed that. He tucked his bags under the plastic frame of his ship’s cot and leaned against the thin barrier under the guise of working his boots off.

“I don’t see why we’re kept out of the lounge,” a voice Jesse pegged as belonging to someone around Reinhardt’s age said crossly. “We paid our fare just like everyone else!”

“I’m afraid the lounge is for first class passengers only,” said their flight attendant, in the calming tones universal to customer service employees who weren’t allowed to tell customers to fuck off but who really wished they could. “However, if you would like to upgrade -”

“Don’t you upgrade me!” the older voice said again. “I went on these transports when they were first made, twenty years ago, and they didn’t have any sort of restrictions! This is just - it’s a cash grab, is what it is, by unscrupulous -”

“Pop! He can’t do anything about that. I’m sure it’s corporate policy,” interrupted a younger voice, audibly embarrassed. “I’m so sorry about this.”

“It’s quite all right - I understand change is difficult. Can I offer you -”

“We’re not interested in little placating gifts, like drink tickets, you corporate shill!” the older voice yelled again.

Jesse felt a twinge of sympathy for the flight attendant having to deal with all that, but he felt it was safe to tune out at that point. His boots - sturdy hiking boots, not the attention-getting cowboy boots of his wanted poster getup, good for grip on all sorts of surfaces - were unlaced and under the bunk and they weren’t quite underway, so he decided he’d be hitting the cafeteria early. And maybe he’d shell out for a drink for the old man’s traveling companion, he thought, shuffling quietly past the squabble. He was sure the flight attendant couldn’t drink on duty, or else he’d send him one first.

It was a ten-hour flight, and mission discipline should have sent him right to sleep for seven of them after his mediocre cafeteria meal. But he hadn’t had anyone hanging over his shoulder to enforce that discipline in five years, and sleep didn’t come easy. After an hour of trying to force himself into something deeper than a doze, he gave up and summoned the flight attendant for a drink. Jesse would have preferred to work out his troubles in a gym or at the range, but the transport had neither, and this was a good enough substitute to quiet the buzzing of his brain enough for a few hours’ rest.

He just couldn’t work it out, was the thing. Why had Winston called him, of all people, back? It didn’t fit with the do-gooder message he’d sent out. Jesse didn’t recall running with him much on the very few occasions he’d been sent to liaise with the main Overwatch forces, so it wasn’t out of some misplaced nostalgia. Winston’d been close with Tracer, though, and she’d seen him in action enough to know that he didn’t hold with tugging on heartstrings as a way to run things. None of Blackwatch had. Why did Winston bother sending the message out to them at all?

Jesse doubted many of the Blackwatch members - those still out of jail after the Petras Act stripped them of their pardons, anyway - would be at Gibraltar when he showed, with a message like that. Maybe Genji would. He’d been pretty tight with Reyes. Not as tight as Jesse, but the man needed some guidance on letting anger fuel you instead of rule you when he first joined up, and Reyes had that in spades. Jesse hoped he’d be there, or else he’d be running a covert mission in enemy territory solo, with no extraction plan and no end point. He could do it, but it’d be tricky. He hadn’t used anything more than basic infiltration skills in years, since his neighbors rarely required the effort. Overwatch was all trained operatives, though, and he’d be kept on his toes even with reliable backup.

Wasn’t worth borrowing trouble about, though. Jesse had more immediate concerns, like the best way to ditch Chris without raising too many suspicions, and how long he’d have to wait in Madrid before Peacekeeper made her own way across the Atlantic. And before all that, he needed to sleep. He knocked back the last swallow of his liquor and laid down, determined to get a little rest while he was secure.

It turned out that Peacekeeper wouldn’t be in Madrid after all. His smuggler contact had left him a coded message that told him to meet her for dinner in Malaga. Jesse’d had to hustle to get to the train, but he’d made it - and he was riding on the inside this time. Europe had more satellite cameras fixed on it than the deserts of the US did, and there was no reason to draw the attention of their flagging algorithms. Besides, the wireless connection inside the train was better.

One of Overwatch’s support staff had cooked up a program that disengaged an identity from public records gradually, in case anyone needed to use them again or the activity was being monitored. Jesse wasn’t supposed to have it still, but it’d been useful enough he transferred it from phone to phone. Over the next couple of weeks, Chris’s landlord and acquaintances would receive messages that his sister was sicker than he thought and he’d need to stay in Spain to manage her affairs. His bank account would make purchases to back that up. And with no close friends in the area, he’d quietly disappear unless Jesse needed him again. The program needed a stable connection to work, though, so it could learn from the communications he’d sent as Chris. The connection on the train was nicely anonymous, so it couldn’t be traced back to him.

Twenty minutes out from Malaga, Jesse took his bag into the bathroom. Instead of Chris’s baggy sweatshirt and wind pants, he put on tight jeans and a flannel button-up and pulled out a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. When he came out, he begged a hair tie off of a woman on the train, waggling his prosthetic fingers in explanation (they did get tangled in his hair if he wasn’t careful). When he was done, he looked like a tourist of a different type - a hipster American with a backpack and a guitar. The two days of stubble on his face made most natives peg him for an aging graduate student and give him a wide berth.

Carla, his contact, had left him a note at the Malaga information desk, and he followed her instructions to a worn-down bar that had probably been popular before the Crisis. It was looking a little worse for wear, though, and even before sundown had plenty of quiet, dark corners. Jesse spotted her iron-gray braid at a corner table and sat down, though not before getting a glass of wine at the bar.

“Auntie,” he said in Spanish as he settled in. He was sure Carla had heard his boots and spotted him well before he’d reached her table, but no use not being polite to someone who had your prize possession. “I hope you’ve been taking good care of my girl.”

Carla looked up at him and rolled her eyes. “Don’t I always?” she said in her crisp Iberian accent.

“You do, but the way you left Madrid, I’d almost think you wanted to keep her,” Jesse said, smiling in a way that didn’t hide the watchful glint in his eye.

Carla shook her head, but Jesse noticed she didn’t outright deny it. “Madrid gets so crowded this time of year,” she said. “It’s a little quieter here.”

“La Linea is even more peaceful, I hear,” Jesse said, leaning back as he sipped his wine. “That’s where I want to take her next.”

“Ah, going to take her to see the Rock?” Carla asked. “It’s quite the sight.”

“I am,” Jesse told her. “In fact, you could call it the reason we even came to Spain. There’s a little problem, though.”

“Oh?” Carla asked. “Nothing to spoil your holiday, I hope.”

Jesse put the fingers of his flesh hand to his mouth and then put it back on the table, like a man fighting the urge to bite his nails. “I hope not either. See, I want to cross the border, but I don’t have all her papers - her mother, you know how she is. But I really want her to be able to see the sights. Are the guards there understanding?” Meaning, of course, could they be bribed.

Carla shifted in her chair and leaned in on one elbow. “Most of them are family men and women, not career military the way it was a few years ago,” she said, meaning mob. “They should be able to work something out with you - they understand how it is for men in your position. After all, it’s not like there’s anything really dangerous she could get into these days.”

“That’s true,” Jesse agreed. “And I’ll keep a close eye on her, of course.” Meaning that he’d make sure Peacekeeper didn’t cause any trouble that brought too much attention to their operations.

Carla nodded. “I might just know a young man down there who could help you,” she said. “I’ll send him a message once I see you both get on the bus, and he’ll look out for you both.”

“I appreciate it,” Jesse told her, with an expression of relief. Carla’s reputation would make it a lot easier to get past the border guards while he was carrying. “How much did she cost you? I know how my girl can eat.”

“No, no,” Carla said, waving her hands in a way that was all show. “She was a pleasure. It wasn’t any trouble.”

“I insist,” Jesse said firmly. “Let me pay for the train tickets, at least. You couldn’t have been expecting Madrid to be so busy.”

“Well, that’s true,” Carla said. “But I’d watch your girl for you any time, you know that.”

“I do,” Jesse agreed. “Now, c’mon, tell me how much the tickets were, and I’ll pay you back.”

Carla named a sum with a show of reluctance, and Jesse added it to the already agreed-upon price before transferring it to her account. If she’d had to leave Madrid in such a hurry, it was probably because the law was getting too close for comfort, and Jesse was sure she’d had to bribe her way out. It was just good business to pay her back for that, and he’d been trusting Carla with Peacekeeper for a long time. His burner phone beeped, and after a moment, so did hers. She nodded, satisfied, and pushed away from the table.

“Come, let’s go get your girl,” she said. “I’m sure you missed her. She’s waiting at the bus station.”

Carla had been as good as her word. Even with Peacekeeper sewn into the lining of a laptop bag, Jesse hadn’t had any trouble getting past the border into Gibraltar, and even if she wasn’t at his hip, he felt better holding her steadying weight. He’d transferred all his belongings into a hiking backpack when he’d gotten there, and only as he started up the Rock did he send the signal from the communicator that would tell Athena and Winston he was on his way - and exactly how close he was. There were plenty of hidden protections that he was sure were still active on the base, and he’d need the signal to get in.

It only took a few moments to connect, and Winston’s voice was cautious as he answered. “McCree?”

“In the flesh,” Jesse answered. “Know I didn’t call ahead, but I was hopin’ my invitation still stood.”

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she’s so heavy [john x reader]

i’m back! for a brief moment before exam season! idk where this came from but i had a lot of fun writing it because i am a filthy sinner! requests are OPEN so feel free send me whatever! okay here we go! thanks to @kalypsichor for beta-ing <3

he looks like an angel omfff

pairing: john x reader

year: i was picturing late 1965ish shea stadium johnny

word count: 2.4k

summary: literally just filth. like four seconds of fluff at the end. you and john are high/drunk at a house party and y’all fuck, and that’s basically it. inspired by @rogersbabyyy‘s “sex, drugs, rock’n’roll,” which is truly spectacular. also inspired by “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)” - the bassline there especially

warnings: a whole lot of drug use (alcohol, weed, lsd, etc). also there’s (unprotected) sex - reader is presumed to be on birth control. stay safe and use protection, y’all

To give them credit, celebrities of the music industry really knew how to party. You’d been reluctant to go out at first (you’d only just arrived in the States a day ago) but after much convincing from your boyfriend, John (and perhaps a bribe from Paul), you found yourself at a house party in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

It was nearly two in the morning, and the whole house was hardly a half-step away from total debauchery. Bodies writhed on the dance floor, the orange and blue lights reflecting on their glistening skin. There were bottles and cups strewn about the floor, and clouds of smoke from ciggies and blunts fogging up the whole atmosphere. It felt as if that same fog was also in your head, though that was likely due to the blunt you’d been smoking for the better part of the night. Then again, someone had offered you a tab of acid earlier, and you couldn’t recall if you’d taken it. Your brain fog could be from that. As if mimicking the strangely loud pounding of your heartbeat, live music pumped through amps somewhere deep inside the house.

To be quite honest, you weren’t quite sure whose house it was. Maybe one of Elvis’s? Bob Dylan? You’d been rather surprised to hear the name as you pulled up to the house, but it had slipped your mind completely by now. You giggled at the thought. How could a mind be slippery? Come to think of it, it had also slipped your mind what you had just been doing, until you felt the hand that was wound tightly around your waist. You turned your head and found yourself nose to nose with John. Ah, of course. You snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a long kiss. Everything felt so so slow, like it was covered in honey. A gooey yet tingly sensation erupted where his fingertips brushed your back under your silky orange top.

You pulled away from John, but kept your eyes closed for a moment. You felt him move his hands from around your waist to cupping your face.

“Love,” he murmured, trying to hold back a giggle. You smiled, but kept your eyes closed lightly. He said your name, and this time you opened your eyes. John was smiling at you, and for the life of you, you couldn’t stop giggling.

“Where’d you go?” He slurred, sliding his hands back down to your hips. You only laughed harder, sloshing some of your half-full glass of whatever onto the carpet. You tilted your head forward slightly, and suddenly caught sight of John’s neck. His signature suit jacket had been lost ages ago, and now his white button-down hung open nearly to his sternum. His cheeks and neck were flushed and shiny with sweat. When had it gotten so warm in here? Anyway, you’d never seen something so delicious.

You lurched forward rather ungracefully and pressed your lips to his neck, using your teeth for particular emphasis. You felt the vibration of John’s moan before it reached your ears, and the waves of it seemed to bounce around your head. His hands slid lower, taking up handfuls of your arse and pulling you close to him. You traveled upward slowly, taking your time to leave slightly pinker love bites.

By the time you reached his jaw, John’s chest was heaving. You pulled away to get a good look at him. Those bright amber eyes were a more honeyed brown now, slightly glassy and drooping from the drug. His lips were parted and you could feel his warm breath on his face. His bangs were beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat. You grinned, swaying as if in a dream.

You felt John glide a hand up your spine to the back of your neck, and kissed you so hard you felt as if you two were fusing. Maybe it was from the fog in your head, but you felt the rest of the world fall away. No more threadbare couch in the corner, dim orange lighting, wood-paneled walls. All that existed was John, John, John. John and his tongue in your mouth and John with his hands traveling over your body. You vaguely noticed that you were already getting wet. He muttered something against your lips.

“Wha?” You managed to moan out as he began kissing along your jawline.

“Want you,” he mumbled. “Need you.”

You clutched onto his collar with your free hand.

“Then have me,” you purred, meeting his eyes. He growled, tugging you impossibly closer and you could feel his hardness pressing against your hip. The drink in your hand fell to the floor, seemingly in slow motion, and you dissolved into giggles. The liquid crashing over the white carpet was somehow unspeakably funny, and your teeth clacked against John’s as he started laughing too.

John took this opportunity to slide his hands up your shirt with a sensation you could only describe as creamy. Your grin disappeared again as you pulled him against you and attempted to make your way to the doorway.

“Bathroom?” You asked, stumbling out of the lounge. It was your blasted heels, they kept catching the carpet. His hands danced around the waistband of your miniskirt.

“Bedrooms upstairs. He’s got loads.” Before you even tried to recall who he was talking about, your world tilted as if you’d suddenly been put in a washing machine. After a few moments of overwhelming dizziness, you shut your eyes, realizing John had picked you up after you tripped over your heels again. To avoid more spinning, you kept your eyes shut, instead gliding your lips over John’s collarbones to hear his breathing speed up even more.

After fumbling with the doorknob for a good moment, John burst into an unoccupied room upstairs. The bed was neatly made, and a lamp was on in the corner, casting a golden glow on everything inside.

John tossed you onto the bed, and you bounced as you landed, causing you to burst into laughter again. This time, he crawled on top of you, wrapping his hands around your wrists as he hovered over you. His lips curled into that trademark smirk, his messy hair glowing in the lamplight.

“Wha’s so funny, birdie?” He leaned down until his nose was hardly an inch from yours. You tried to stretch your neck up to kiss him, but he pulled away. You whined, feeling as if you might combust if he didn’t kiss you right this instant. A cocky smile pulled at his lips.

“John,” you whined. “John, Johnny, kiss me, please.” You shifted your shoulders, the cool comforter underneath you almost sizzling on your burning skin. Laying on your back was making the world spin again, but John was holding you safe. “Want you,” you pleaded again.

“Good girl,” he muttered, before leaning down to kiss you hard again. Your body reacted immediately, spine arching into him and knees bending at his waist. He brought your hands above your head, holding both wrists in his left hand, while the right traveled down your body achingly slowly. He tugged the hem of your shirt up, the silk easily pooling at your collarbones, exposing your tits. He leaned down and like molasses, he dragged his lips across the sensitive skin. You gasped, and the sound echoed in your head, and felt more wetness below. You were still spinning, floating into an endless blank space, but holding onto John was keeping you safe and anchored. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, and you moaned louder, arching again into his intoxicating touch.

As John made his way back up your chest, he released your hands and you tangled them in his hair. He groaned low as you tugged it, and obliged as you shifted your weight to roll on top of him. You were straddling him now, staring into those ferocious eyes. His shaggy hair was slightly curled now from sweat, and his chest was still heaving under you. With numb-feeling hands, you struggled with his belt buckle, but soon you were pulling down his jeans and then your own pants as he fumbled to undo the rest of his buttons. You nearly tore your top off the rest of the way, leaving the two of you completely exposed.

You climbed back on top of John, straddling him again and taking him into your hand. At your touch, he closed his eyes and moaned, and the sound swirled around you like gasoline on top of water, all shine and beauty. Another high hit you all at once, and the dizziness nearly sent you toppling backward. The sweat on John’s face reflected the golden lamplight, and you suddenly you two were trapped in amber. Slowly, you tested your ability to move by gliding your hand up and down again, and John moaned out again, his hands finding your hips and squeezing hard. He opened his eyes, a dopey look on his face.

“Why’re you smiling, love?” He managed as you continued your movement. Come to think of it, you were smiling. Instead of answering, you leaned down, pressing your unbearably hot chests together and kissing him again. As you felt the amber release you, you snaked your hand back up to his hair and began to grind down on John’s cock. He opened his mouth, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut once again. His hands were on your hips still, guiding you up and down.

“Love,” he said suddenly. Struggling to pull yourself out of your bliss, you focused your eyes on him. “Love, need you,” he said again. After a second, you nodded, the thoughts taking a moment to traverse your foggy mind. The second wave of your high was starting to subside, and you suspected that the alcohol from earlier was wearing off. John was still looking up at you, his face more desperate than you had ever seen. His eyes were still dark with lust, and you felt a pang of arousal go through you. You nodded. Holding onto your waist, he flipped you once so that your positions switched, and then again, so that you were bent over the side of the bed. The pads of your feet made contact with the cold, hardwood floor and you hissed at the sensation against your flaming hot skin. The turning had made you dizzy, but as John bent over you and nipped at your ear, you felt his solid groundedness again.

As he continued to kiss at the back of your neck, John’s fingers slipped between your legs and circled your clit languidly. You gasped arching your back and pushing yourself harder against his fingers. He straightened and chuckled, sounding a million miles away.

“Now, now, birdie. Behave.” Gradually, steadily, his tempo sped up, leaving you nearly choking for air, your tits rubbing against the embroidered bedspread deliciously. Every so often he would dip his fingers into your pussy, and the filthy, wet sound alone made you moan more. In your fevered, foggy mind, it felt like no time at all before that familiar warmth was filling up your lower belly, matching your outer temperature.

“Johnny,” you gasped. He leaned a bit more over your body, pressing your lower back into the mattress with his free hand.

“Close?” He asked, delving deeper into you than he had before. You meant to respond, but the honey in your brain stuck to your answer and it came out as only another moan. The heat was unbearable, you were so close, so, so close, John, John, John! His name tumbled from your lips as they went numb, your brain unable to focus on anything but the pleasure. He slowed his rhythm as you came down, panting. You released your death grip on the comforter beneath you. You hadn’t realized you’d grabbed onto it.

“John,” you moaned weakly, feeling him press his dick against your arse.

“I need you,” he groaned. “Can’t wait.” Nodding, you pushed yourself back to him. Given how wet you were, he slipped inside with one thrust. He moaned brokenly, and you turned your head to watch him. Mouth hanging open, cheeks still flushed, head tilted back, he looked like the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He pulled nearly all the way out and then slammed back in with enough force to bang the headboard against the wall. You both cried out loud as the sound of skin slapping against skin joined the kaleidoscope of shiny sounds.

After a few moments, your neck hurt from craning to watch John, but for the life of you, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall continued as he fucked you into the mattress, each thrust going deeper.

“Fuck.” His voice was hardly more than a whine at this point, moans rising in pitch as he got closer.

“Come on, Johnny.” He was enchanting, entrancing, the tips of his hair curling over his ears. His skin was so smooth, pink lips and pink love bites glowing in the golden light of the lamp in the corner. He hardly looked real. A particularly deep thrust brought you back to Earth and you moaned loudly, eyes fluttering. John’s rhythm was faltering, becoming uneven and ragged like his breathing. Finally, with more force than ever, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his face screwed up as he came deep inside you, moaning your name and leaving bruises on your hips.

For a few seconds or hours, you two remained there, panting, allowing the waves of heat and pleasure to roll off you. Finally, John pulled out and made for the ensuite, leaving you feeling empty and rather cold. After a quick clean-up in the bathroom, the two of you collapsed onto the bed, you on your back and John on his stomach between your legs, his head on your chest and his arms around your waist.

“I can hear your heart beating.” His voice was rough and not particularly strong or weak.

“Mmm,” you replied, eyelids already drooping from the sex and the alcohol and company.

“Hey.” He nudged your collarbone with his chin. You smiled, looking down at him.

“Hey.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, Johnny,” you murmured, burying your nose in his soft hair. This was going to be one hell of a hangover, but that was a problem for another time.

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