#n'123

[bonythesquirrel]

Halloweenies

nice f*cking model

[quintinh43]

3 Times Quinn Almost Proposed + 1 Time He Actually Did

The best decision Quinn ever made was you. From the second he stumbled into that Cafe with his parents, to moving in with you, to admitting he loved you and everything else in between. It was a no-brainer that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. And there was no doubt in his mind that you felt the same way.

"I can't believe you're proposing," Jack said, tapping his fingers against the center console of Quinn's car. He never could sit still, and sometimes it grated on Quinn's nerves.

"Why? Do you think it's too early?" Quinn asks anxiously, running his tongue against his lips.

Luke pitches forward from the back seat to share his input, "You've been dating for like what? Five?" He asks, doing some quick math on his fingers.

Quinn nods, "Since March,"

"Ya know, we still haven't forgiven you for not telling us immediately," Jack huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"If it's any consolation, you are the first people I wanted to tell," Quinn says placatingly.

"Quinner, go easy on our uneducated brother, he doesn't know what the word consolation means," Luke says seriously.

Quinn snorts a laugh as Jack turns around to swat Luke on the head. "I have a bigger vocabulary than you dumbass!"

Before the two of them can escalate into a full-blown bickering match, Quinn interrupts, "Back to my problem, guys! Do you think it's too early to propose?" His fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel as he navigates to the jewellery store.

"There's no proper timeline when it comes to proposing Quinny, it comes down to when you are ready and you feel like it's the right time in your relationship," Jack says.

"I mean, you already knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Y/n, so this is just taking the next step towards that, isn't it?" Luke adds, adjusting his Devils Hockey cap over his curls.

"When did you two become so wise?" Quinn grumbles as he pulls into the parking lot.

"We've always been wise beyond our years," Luke says puffing his chest out. Jack flicks his cap off his head, rolling his eyes.

"Sure Lukey," Quinn snorts, running a hand through his hair.

"Alright boys, let's get this done." Jack claps, practically jumping out of the car.

It wasn't hard at all. Quinn chose a shop where he could completely customize the ring, and with access to your Pinterest board and all the rings that you already own, he knew almost exactly how he wanted it to look. The only thing he was nervous about was whether or not you would like it.

"Don't overthink it too much Quinn, you know her better than you know yourself," Jack squeezes his shoulder comfortingly.

"You could propose with a ring pop, and she would treasure it for the rest of her life," Luke adds, with a roll of his eyes.

The three of them are in and out of the shop within an hour, and Quinn is smiling his ass off all the way home.

1.

A week later, Quinn picks up the ring. It's even better than he imagined it would be in real life. As his car pulls into the driveway of the lakehouse, he sees you out front with his mom, helping her tend to her garden.

You kneel in the dirt, sunglasses perched on your nose, and a canucks cap on your head. Smiling and laughing with Ellen as you both pull weeds from the ground. Quinn's heart beats out of his chest with happiness, and he's struck with the urge to kneel in the dirt next to you and present the ring to you right then.

When you notice that he arrived, you grin widely, giving him a wave. There's dirt smudged across your nose and under your nails, and Quinn thinks the ring would be a lovely accessory to your mud-stained hands.

The outline of the ring box feels warm in his pocket as he approaches you and his mom, "Hi babe," he greets, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, and it takes everything in his bones not to get down on one knee and pull out the ring right now.

"Hi Mom," he says with a quiet smile, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes twinkle knowingly.

"Jack and Luke are napping upstairs, and the two of us are going to start lunch as soon as we're done this."

Quinn nods, "Lemme change and I'll come help you two," he runs up the stairs, tucks the ring box safely at the top of his closet and changes into shorts and a t-shirt to help you and his mom in the garden.

2.

Quinn never expected to be the guy who obsessively walked around with his engagement ring in his pocket after he bought it. But here he was, on the boat, with the ring sitting in the glove compartment. Which you had complete access to.

Jack had called him an idiot, stating that a number of things could've happened, from you finding the ring accidentally, or it falling into the water. Or maybe even a shark eating it. Luke was quick to call Jack an idiot, saying that there were no sharks in Lake Erie. Jack rolled his eyes and flicked Luke in the forehead saying it was to emphasize how stupid Quinn was being by bringing the ring with him onto the boat.

Quinn is currently in the driver's seat, you're on the wakeboard, and the rest of the boys are littered around the boat, whooping and cheering as you throw the rope and tip backwards into the water with a salute.

Trevor whistles low with admiration, "Wow, Mrs. Huggy is a professional,"

"She's not Mrs. Huggy yet, but she will be soon," Quinn mutters under his breath just as you climb the ladder back onto the boat.

It takes a minute for the words to register, but as soon as they do Trevor's jaw is on the floor. He stares back and forth between you and Quinn.

Jack, Quinn, and Luke wear various degrees of alarm on their faces, hoping and praying that you didn't hear anything.

"Damn, guys, was I that bad?" You laugh nervously, and you take in the looks on their faces. You unzip your life jacket and squeeze as much water out of your hair as you can.

"He-" Trevor starts pointing at Quinn, but before any words can actually leave his mouth, Jack is tipping Trevor over the edge of the boat and into the water.

You burst into laughter, and the boys seemingly return to normal as a soaking-wet Trevor climbs back into the boat, muttering obscenities under his breath. "Alright, who's next?"

"Me," Quinn says, desperate to get away from Trevor's pointed smirk, "You're driving," he says, pushing you gently into the driver seat where he was previously seated.

"Are you sure you want me to drive?" You ask skeptically, brow raised.

"O'course babe, there's no one I'd trust more." Quinn punctuated his sentence with a kiss on your cheek. Jack makes an offended noise, that sounds like a dying bird of some kind and you laugh at him.

Quinn rolls his eyes at him as he zips his life jacket and gets into the water for his turn on the wakeboard. He gives you a thumbs up, and parrots the movement, before slowly accelerating. You stand at the wheel of the boat, half twisted towards the back, so you can keep an eye on Quinn.

Quinn stands easily, and you smile accelerating a bit more. You turn in patterns that aren't too sharp but still make nice big waves for Quinn to ride. He's grinning like a madman. You maneuver the boat in a manner that gives him a wave to jump off of if he wants to.

He takes the opportunity, sailing through the air and managing a half spin before he hits the water. You drive around him in a slow circle as he resurfaces.

"That was fucking amazing! Where did you learn to drive a boat like that?" Trevor asks admiringly.

You shrug, cheeks heating under the praise, "My dad taught me," you say, crawling to the back of the boat and offering Quinn a hand as he climbs the ladder, "Been driving watercraft since I was like, twelve or something," you grin, squeaking as Quinn shakes his wet hair out in your direction, "You should see what I can do on a jet ski."

Jack whistles heartily, "We might have to take you up on that one of these days,"

"Sure, Jack, if you think you can handle getting your ass beat by a girl," you smirk. Jack scoffs offendedly, and Luke cackles from where he lies at the front of the boat.

Quinn is smiling so hard, his eyes crinkling at the corners, "I think we have to upgrade you to Captain for the summer, that was the best boat driving out of all of us," Quinn praises, pressing his lips to your hair.

"Seriously!" Jack says excitedly, scrambling for a life jacket, "That looked so fucking fun, no one can ever make waves like that! I'm next." He says jumping in the water before anyone can protest.

"Don't let this one get away Quinner," Luke says, tipping his hat in your direction, "Or I'll take her from you," he throws an over-exaggerated wink in your direction, you giggle and Quinn rolls his eyes. As if the shithead wasn't with him when he bought the ring.

Quinn eyes the glove compartment, where the ring is stored, and thoroughly debates how proposing right now would play out. A sharp whistle from Jack pulls him from his thoughts, and he takes his spot at the back of the boat as Jack spotter.

You resume your place in the driver's seat, and for the rest of the evening, that's where you stay.

Quinn almost has a heart attack when he sees you reach for the glove compartment, but Luke manages to fake trip into you just in time so that Jack can sneakily snag the box and relocate it to one of the other boat compartments.

3.

The house is completely full, with a bunch of the boy's friends who are visiting. Everyone is camped out around the fire pit, nursing beers and laughing loudly. You are curled up in Quinn's lap, head pillowed on his chest while you listen to all of the boys talk about their fondest memories.

You play with the strings of Quinn's hoodie, while he absent-mindedly traces patterns on your arm. His chest rumbles with laughter and his arm tightens around you, as Jack tells a story from when they played together for Team USA. An overwhelming wave of gratitude washes over you. You're grateful for everything in life, and most of all Quinn.

"You're quiet tonight," His lips are pressed against the side of your head, and the comforting baritone of his voice soothes your soul, "doing ok?"

You nod, bringing your fingers up to trace his jaw, "just thinking,"

"Penny for your thoughts?" He speaks low, his words only for your ears, the crackling of the fire, and hearty laughter fade into the background and at this moment it's as if you and Quinn are the only two people who exist.

He was a way of doing that. Making everything else disappear and making you feel like you're the only girl in the world. "I'm so grateful for everything," you answer quietly, "especially for you. Getting to experience life with you, being able to support you, having you there to support me- and just everything that you do and have done for me. You know?"

Quinn's heart swells so wide he thinks it might burst out of his chest. Before he really knows what he's doing, he's slipping out of the chair and kneeling in front of you. You huff because you were enjoying being curled into him.

His hands are on your thighs, and your hands cup his cheeks, thumbs tracing over his cheekbones. Neither of you has noticed that the laughter has died out, and everyone is watching the two of you. Their faces are a mixture of disgust and confusion.

Jack and Luke look downright horrified, sharing a look and exchanging silent words with their eyes.

"Will you m-" Before Quinn can complete his question, Luke is scrambling out of the lawn chair that he and Duker are curled up in and tackling Quinn to the floor.

"BEE!" Jack screeches, adding to the dramatics as he stands on his chair and points in the direction of where Quinn and Luke lay in the grass, "THERE'S A FUCKING BEE!"

There was no bee.

At Jack's distressed yelling, half of the boys are out of their chairs, running around and swatting at the heads of the non-existent bee.

You hold your stomach, laughing at the general chaos. It shouldn't be as funny as it is, but the sight of almost twenty grown men screaming about a bee is pretty hilarious.

"You are welcome you fucking numbskull," Luke hisses in Quinn's ear, as he helps him back up. Quinn gives him a sheepish smile of thanks. Were it not for his brother's antics, he would've regretted that being how he proposed for the rest of his life.

Once the general chaos dies down and everyone is back in their chairs calmly, you speak up with a smirk on your face, "You guys do know Bees are not nocturnal right?"

Quinn looks pointedly at Jack like he's an idiot. As if Quinn has the right to call him an idiot when he almost proposed to the love of his life in front of twenty hockey boys around a campfire on a Tuesday night.

"How do you know that?" Jack asks, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout.

"Yeah," Trevor scoffs, "Seems untrue,"

You snort, taking a sip of your beer, "I'm an elementary school teacher, dumbass, the science unit about bugs is practically ingrained in my brain. Bees are definitely not nocturnal."

"Nope, there definitely was a bee," Luke chimes, "I literally saved Quinn's life."

"Yeah, I saw it too," Dylan adds with a nod.

"It was basically the size of Quinn's head," Cole adds, "really Y/n/n I don't know how you didn't see it," Cole says matter-of-factly.

"I can't believe you guys are trying to gaslight me about bees right now," you snort, nuzzling further into Quinn's warmth.

"I heard it buzzing in my ear, babe," Quinn says seriously.

You roll your eyes at him and tuck your head under his chin and he wraps his arms around you securely, pressing a kiss to your hair, while you argue with the guys about Bees for the next half-an-hour.

+ 1

Quinn slips out of the bedroom to let you finish changing, he pads down the stairs to where his family waits in the kitchen. Jack presents him the ring box, that he had decided to keep with him after the boat incident. Quinn tucks it into his pocket with a deep breath.

"You ready Quinner?" Luke asks, squeezing his shoulder comfortingly.

"Yeah," Quinn nods, breathing deeply.

"She's gonna say yes," Jack reassures, giving Quinn a pat on the back.

"I hope so," Quinn says nervously.

His dad chuckles, "Don't worry kid, you're doing great compared to how nervous I was when I was proposing to your mother,"

Ellen laughs fondly, "It's true, he was so nervous he forgot to pull out the ring, and then when he finally did, he dropped it."

Jim rolls his eyes, but the smile stays. Quinn laughs at that, then all his anxieties are bubbling to the surface and spilling past his lips before he can stop them.

"What if she doesn't like the ring? What if she says no, and she thinks it is too soon? What if I fall on my face? What if I lose the ring? What if-"

Jack squishes his cheeks together to keep him from talking. He tips his forehead against Quinn's staring deep into his eyes. "Breathe with me, Quinn,"

Jack takes exaggerated breaths, and Quinn follows his lead. Jim and Ellen quietly slip out of the room, leaving the brothers to themselves.

Once Quinn's breathing returns to normal, Jack lets him go. "She loves you with her whole heart, Quinn. You have nothing to worry about," Luke says, bonking his head against Quinn’s affectionately.

"Thanks, guys," he murmurs, running a hand through his hair with a sigh.

Everything goes smoothly in Quinn's opinion. Even when he practically forgot his whole speech. But if he had to do it again, he wouldn't change a thing.

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Yeah so this ended up being like 2.9k words....

Anyways enjoy friends!

So it's basically a fic but lazy.

Part of This Universe

[cherbearsz]

it’s as nicki minaj foretold… he is the alpha the omega everything in between @fernsnailz

VOTE OMEGA IN THE TEAM DARK POLL AND SPARE YOURSELF IN THE IMMINENT ROBOT APOCALYPSE

[pacifistcowboy]

yo omega would still be around in silver’s time as well as shadow, right?

and i assume shadow n omega would still stick together ‘cus they’re a team, so like would silver see omega as like an uncle? or dad 2? or just omega??

would omega even try to help raise silver or would he just be like “the tiny white hedgehog has psychokinesis and has been surviving on his own, he does not need our help. also i don’t want to help.”

[beautynthesin]

wip

WIP i also want to draw team chaotix :]] ive been playing sonic heroes on my xbox maybe ill draw team rose and sonic if i feel like it but dark and chaotix are a must and maybe team vector from racing just as an excuse to draw silver

[pooce-art]

123 Rhodes Island 43(for real). Today it's Dobermann, the first dog girl!

Sorry for the delay on this one, the 1.5 people who are following these. I got sick yesterday, and while I am better today I still feel kinda sluggish.

For translation notes, it's despite the larger amount of text, most of it was fairly simple, just kinda tricky to word. For example, in Fang's line, I couldn't really decide between random voice-over or keeping it as random narration.

The 2 most drastic changes are Kroos's (What was that?) line and Spot's line. Kroos was originally a very simple "what?" (啥?) all be it in a very north central China dialect. I just felt like the line "What was that?" fit the more teasy nature a bit more (this was probably unnecessary)

For Spot's line, it was originally "...Doberman's very fierce" but since the word 凶 can also mean Terrible and often has a way more negative connotation where it originally meant unlucky or ominous so considering Spot's blunt way of speaking I decided to go with something more insulting.

As always this is just for practice, and I am not a professional. Feel free to use my translations or repost them to other sites as long as you credit me.

Original comic link: https://terra-historicus.hypergryph.com/comic/6253/episode/2892

[zander-idgaf]

Silly Princess

Shuri x male!reader

Summary: Once upon a time a very free princess thought she didn't need a man. Then she found a very charming man. Who annoyed her in a weird way.

Genre: crack, angst(ish), romance, maybe smut(if I feel like it 🤪)

Warnings: yelling, blood, mentions of abuse, the funny stuff is toward the middle, just so uk, also wakanda forever spoilers, read at ur own risk

I think I got it all, comment on spelling errors, or if I missed a warning or genre category

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y/n

The scream that was piercing around the blurry room was misplaced. I was the only one in this room. There had been others but they were long gone. I felt my throat constrict of how dry it became. That was the moment I realized it was me who was screaming.

She came in here at least five times a day to pleasure herself with me as I struggled. She would move her hand faster than I could follow. The crack on my cheek felt like literal lighting. This time I was too frail to stay conscious.

Shuri pov:

She walked down the main hallway of the palace. She did not like having the role of the black panther.she wished she had her brother, but he was with the ancestors. So was mother. Shuri approached the lab. She had buried herself in the tech she had been trying to update. She dryly laughed at the memories of T'Challa always telling the beads were working perfectly. The fact her brother birthed a son was a shocking surprise.

Fast paced footsteps had interrupted her thoughts as two of the wakandian warriors escorted a body covered with a healing blanket on the levitating stretcher. "He seems to have been abused badly by a Egudia" the guards crossed their arms in mannerism and left with the same pace they came in with.

The Egudians had been seeking protection on Earth while trying to get to the vibranium (?). They had been known to reel in humans and other species of beings with singing, like sirens. She slowly peeled away the blanket and saw that the body was called with mud and blood. The good sign was that he was still breathing. Ever since they came to earth it seem she was getting more people to heal. Most of the tech she had updated on was towards the medical bay that was on the west wing of the palace. Since other countries saw what was happening they ordered for Wakanda to heal their people since it was them causing the problem.

Shuri started to wipe at the blood but it seemed it was not going to cease bleeding. Okoye walked in the lab and stopped to stand next to her. "He was crawling on the ground by the border," the sad look on her face let Shuri know that it must have been pretty gruesome even for her. Aneka had appeared at the door. "He was crying for help, it was ugly. Like a baboon who got stepped on." She weakly joked as she sorrowfully gazed at the bloody creature.

They had him cleaned and hooked up to a bag of liquids and health machines beeping next to him. Shuri, for the first time that day, looked at the man. He had patches of lighter skin speckled across his skin. She thought they were wounds until she saw it was just the skin. She walked over to the computer, "Griot, what is up with the man's skin?"

"It seems he has vitiligo, which is a skin condition were the skin becomes a lighter tone do to moisture." And it seems he is part of the Alixozu species."

"Wait... How can you tell? He looks human to me."

"he has pointed ears, your majesty."

She looked back to see that he had his hair over his ears and a cloth over his face. When they got done with the front of the man, Okoye and Aneka had told her that they could get the rest of him while she went to get clothing for him. So, she didn't get to see his ears. Most of what she cleaned was his muscular chest. Which was one of the nicest ones she had seen. "I apologize, Shuri. I had thought he was an elf from the western tribe."

She had been looking for the Alixozu tribe for who knows how long. Ever since the Wakandian land had been going downhill drastically. If the land continues to get this dry the plants will dry up, the people would starve, the underground city will cave in and there will be no more Wakanda. "It is quite alright, and if you, would please leave. Let's not scare him with too many unfamiliar faces." They both nodded and saluted farewell before walking out.

Shuri bustled around the lab cleaning the rest of the stray parts she had laying around. "Griot, what is known of this tribe?"

"Well this tribe has been known in textbooks for communicating with sounds. They can go a whole year without eating and when they do eat it isn't much. They have two races on their planet pointed ones and round ones as they are referred to by others on the planet. The ones are purebreds and are used as pets for other planets because of their voices. The poor citizens at the bottom are sold by the rich for protection alliances with others. Purebreds are able to heal themselves. And the main reason you were looking for was they can heal the environment to it's fullest potential."

She swayed as she digested the newfound information. She bid Griot good night and left the sleeping man under the AI's watch.

Y/n pov

I woke up to a fabric material laying on my face. Metallic smells wafted through the fabric. But......there...... what was it? It smelled syrupy but citrusy. It stung my nose. Somehow, it overpowered the metals. Someone was shuffling around to what it sounded like a large room. Then a musical voice spoke. Shortly after a flat voice responded as the light that filtered through the fabric suddenly turned off. When all the light went away I gently took the fabric off my face. I went to move but a wave of fatigue washed over me and I fell asleep.

Shuri pov

She went to her bedroom and took out her tablet asshe sat at her desk. She started to research about the man's tribe. Apparently they have excellent hearing when they choose to use it. They are really flexible and can run faster than a cheetah. She read fact after fact of their enhanced performances. As she came to the bottom she froze.

She jumped up to the calendar on her wall and looked to see if she was correct. She will need suppressants.

Y/n

I awoke with an unsettling feeling. As I rose from the bed I felt something in my hand move. As I looked down to see that a tube was stuck in the top middle of my hand, I heard a noise. I looked up to see a midnight skinned person. I was generally confused, for, the skin tones on my planet only reached a dark caramel. Her skin was a new discovery to me. Only had I heard that other worldly races had skin this dark. I have heard that there were people with green or blue skin.

She stood with her hand cupped, holding something, and a glass in the other hand. I would have thought she was a statue if she had not been breathing. Her enticing smell over powered his nose as heat spread to his nether regions.

The beautiful woman said something while her head turned slightly to the side. She still kept her eyes on me as she turned back to me and started talking, her voice was the most interesting melody I have ever heard. The bodiless voice from last night spoke. "You need to take the pills in my hand. It will help with your hormones."

I froze, how did she know about the full moon mating season? And how can she speak my language. It wasn't a secret on how my race spoke but the voice was able to speak it fluently. She gestures with her hand and when I shifted forward that was when I noticed. My nether regions were stiff.

Shuri pov

He had a raging boner, as he stared at my hand with puppy eyes. As he shifted forward he froze for the second time. And she could notice he was trying to either not draw attention to it or make it go away. He slowly raised his hand. The somehow faster than light and gentler than a feather he grabbed the two pills from my hand and popped them in his mouth. He then proceeded to choke on them. She handed him the glass and he chugged it down only to also choke on the water.

For a big man, he was quite cute in a gentle way. And it was annoying Shuri. And she couldn't understand why. She wandered to a corner of the lab for some medical supplies while he was trying to inhale air into his lungs. She heard soft padding behind here and could feel the heat off of the man.

As she gathered she could smell his natural musk wafting around her. He didn't move closer, he just stood far away enough. As she turned around she was shocked at how close he was. He had been trying to peek over her shoulder to see what she was doing.

He stared at her as she ushered him back over to the hover bed. She pushed a button on the bed and a tray popped out of one of the compartments. She put the medical supplies on the tray. She looked up and the man was watching her with fascination. She reached for his stomach, where all the blood came from when he arrived. He flinched and wrapped his hands around his waist. "It is alright, I am just going to change your bandages so the wounds don't get infected." He tilted his head in alarm. He started looking at the ceiling and walls it was then she realized why he looked so scared because of her AI. She looked at him and smiled gently, "I know you probably don't know what an AI is but he won't hurt you." He seemed to understand this as he relaxed his arms to his sides. As she lifted his shirt, she tried to be as gentle as she could with him.

Once the bandages were off she saw that his wounds were completely healed.

Y/n pov

She was the gentlest creature as she undid the white stretchy fabric. The shocked that was on her face was adorable. He reached out and cupped her face. She was gorgeous and gentle. So unlike his previous "lover" she was caring and she seemed so lonely. She seemed shocked but was shy. Without thinking he leaned forward and kissed her. At least he would call it he never kissed anyone other than "her".

The woman looked at him even more shocked but..... gentle? She smiles while trying to tuck her head into her chest. He was suddenly distracted by a tool on the tray. He reached for the tool, for he never had this on his planet.

Shuri pov

His lips were the softest thing she has ever felt. The heat rising up to her neck was unbearable. Looking at him again she laughed as he was turning over the pair of scissors she had on the tray in his hands. It was safe to say he must've not kissed no one. When he did it with her, she could tell by how awkward it was.

Y/n pov

Two other midnight women walked in. They were dressed like warriors, though the attire was different from my own planets. I wore a band of fabric around my chest with a skirt that had slits all the way up. But underneath the skirt was a pair of shorts. I missed the time in the army. I looked at the two women, they were beautiful but I preferred the one who was closest to me. She was talking to the others. I wanted to know her name. The sad thing was we did not speak the same tongue.

I listened. They kept addressing her but there were two words. One started with a harsh sound, while the other was soft. I mentally sounded the name out. (Sh....sh..grr?.....uh??.....urrr...ee...) "Shurree!?" Her head snapped so fast I was afraid her head would fall off. She continued to stare at. So hard that I started to think I insulted her. As she scooted closer she slowly pronounced the word I had said. "Shuree, Shhhuuurreeee." She spoke to her AI as I quietly tried to pronounce the name. "Shhhuuurrreee". "Shuree".

She turned around with a thin device somehow in her hand. As I wondered if she made it appear like the floating table, she wrote on the device.

She pivoted the device towards me. Her name was written in my language. There was a sideways triangle with squiggly lines that ran along the screen. She started pointing at the triangle, so I tapped it. Sound came alive from the device so suddenly I jumped and nearly fell off the floating bed.

I situated myself Indian style on the bed facing her as I recovered from the sound device. The women were laughing at me as I looked up. Not malice, but soft like they were trying to hide the fact they were.

After a while of me playing with the device the two women left and Shuri was left. I had long learned how to say the woman's name but I could not get over the sound device. Rich Alixozu's had such devices but they were big boxes and the noises were poor imitations of our language.

Shuri shifted in her seat as she gazed at me thoughtfully. She noticed I was looking at her while I held the device to my chest. She stood, beckoning for me to follow. As I followed her she took me to what I believed was a squishy table with slim but fluffy objects to one side of the table. It had a frame for the squishy topping.

She sat on the edge of the table. (Well it must be a seat), I thought. She smiled and patted the bed, and I sat. She took the device, which I quietly whined for it back. She chuckled as she pulled something up. There was what seemed to ground across the bottom of the screen. The sky could be seen above the ground. And a little creature was on the ground. She motioned for me to watch her as she pressed the man. The man started to run and the screen somehow followed him. There was little metal things poking out of the ground. Circular creatures that were red and white with a mouth that kept opening and closing popped out of the metal tubes. The little man ran into one and he started blinking and then he appeared to the same place he was before he started running. Shuri smiled and handed me the device.

Shuri pov:

Weeks passed by of her continuing the role which the ruler of Wakanda does. All the while the man never left her bed and.alwaus was on the tablet. It became routine to plug the tablet up to a charger without pestering the man. And when she went to sleep the first night he never moved off the bed. He would still be playing when she went to bed. And when she woke up she realized she had snuggled up to him. Even worse she slept on his chest the other day. And he would calmly be playing on the tablet while she was asleep on his chest.

This morning she woke up and he was still asleep. She could see the dark bags under his eyes. She cupped his check as she gazed at his peaceful face. He was the most gorgeous being she ever had seen. His eyes were two different shades of green and his hair reached his butt. Oyoke would always put his hair in a simple braid. To her two friends they treated him like a son. But Shuri saw him as something else. She was falling for him.

He snuggled his face into her palm and gently clasped her arm. She leaned forward and.kissed him deeply on the lips. He pulled back a little when she moved away. He didn't seem disgusted, more like he wasn't awake and didn't want to be disturbed.

......................

.....

As the weeks turned into months and months turned into two years she fell in love with the man. He had this cute thing of touching every tech she had been working on or creating. He would create meals she never knew of and Okoye and Aneka were fond of him. The people who lived or worked in the palace always looked forward to seeing him to show him "Eawthling" things, as he called them. He had the language knowledge of a six year old. They loved him ever since he fixed the land

It was mating season for him again. Last year Shuri nearly forgot until she woke up to whining in her ear. He was flushed as he wiggled in the sheets begging for relief. She ended up giving him pills again. Deep down she wanted to see what happened when she didn't give him them. She desired for the uncontrolled side of him. She knew it was the wrong way to go about things, so she had set the pills next to her computer as she worked on the device in front of her.

Y/n pov

I woke up hot and uneasy. Everything in the room was more noticeable to his nose. It smelled like Shuri. The erection in his pants became extremely stiff as he started to wiggle to ease the burning. As my hips jerked forward involuntarily a moan escaped my throat. I looked over my shoulder at the nightstand next to the bed. The pills weren't there.

I went to try to fix my pants and as my hand grazed the erection, pleasure followed.

Shuri pov

Her head jerked up and she cursed as she crabbed the pills. She ran to her room before he became too chaotic. As she hurried through the door and shut it and locked it in case he was to horny. She was suddenly flung against the wall. She didn't feel any pain for some reason. His breath was at her neck while he slowly and lavishly rolled his hips into hers. She gasped as she clung to his shoulders because she wasn't prepared for the burning to suddenly roar in her gut.

He started to quicken his hips as he moaned. She didn't know what turned her on more the moaning or his heavenly hips. She felt herself pulse and grip at nothing. He wasn't inside her and she was as turned on as he was. He froze all of a sudden to pull back and look in her eyes questioning if he was doing all right. "I will let you know when I need you to stop." Her breath was uneven and she could barely think.

He led her to the bed, all she could hear was the blood rushing to her head. As he gently laid her down on the bed he paused until she gave him a signal to go on. He wasted no time on getting her clothes off. His hands trailed down her body leaving fiery trails of where his fingers were. She shivered as he started kissing, nibbling, and, sucking as her body.

She tugged at his shirt, trying to take it off. He straightened and peeled it off. It was marvelous, his chest was already glistening in sweat every time he moved his muscles danced. Shuri bit her lip which he saw. He leaned and sloppily kissed her before sliding in a digit to her core. Her back lifted off the bed and she gasped. His finger felt like heaven. Every itch there was he itched only for it to burn more. He was gently massaging and stretching her out She panted as she rode his fingers. He pumped faster as she started to get close to coming.

He finally withdrew his fingers causing her to whine he started taking off his pants and the bulge in his underwear was unbelievable. It was THICK. And it was gorgeous. He slid his cock inside and left it there to let her stretch. He didn't want to even pump it. As soon as she nodded he began to move. It was like he lit her core on fire.

He pulled almost all the way out and to her surprise and delight he snapped his hips back in. He made a slow pattern of doing this until he started to go faster little by little. At this point she was clinging to the sheets for dear life and was moaning like an animal. She could feel her climax coming. As she peeled her eyes open she could tell he was close too. He started to go even faster.

The coil in her stomach was getting tighter and tighter until it snapped. She cried out as he kept going. As she was calming down enough to properly breath as his hips began to stutter. He pulled out and started to pump his cock furiously until he came all over her thighs.

Once they both got off their highs, he turned to her. "I love u...." As he trailed off she looked over to see him passed out.

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I am so sorry I thot it was going to be more funny, but it didn't go anywhere. Also my first attempt at smut, don't attack me pls. Also a lot longer I do apologize for that.

[geesegooseblog]

HELP I NEED INSPO FOR A KÖNIG FIC

Tryna wrap my head around a husband!könig fic i got brewing. I wanted to write a fic where y/n and König are married and they adopt a little girl. Any tips or preferences if I wrote one?

[binders-and-beanies]

Ok I knew I was like gayer in practice than I am in theory but I went thru The List of ppl I’ve been with and counted bc I got genuinely curious and. 93 men 19 women n 11 nonbinary ppl lol

[thrill-seeker-if]

This for that random assumptions meme you reblogged!

I think you have a big sweet tooth.

You’re a dog person.

And you had a crush on Diego from Ice age.

Excited to see if I’m right! (I think I’m 33% right)

-Grem💕 (the error IF)

You are correct, you're 33% right for myself! I do love sweets, although I prefer savoury foods. I am actually a cat person, and I never really saw Diego's appeal!

For the ROs:

Hannie is definitely a sweet tooth, and so is N! Oli doesn't like too much sweets, though.

Hannie is a cat person, N is a dog person, and Oli is allergic!

Hannie doesn't know Diego from Ice Age, N had a crush on Shira, and Oli liked Diego!

The ratios:

Hannie: 33%

N: 66%

Oli: 33%

[nomaishuttle]

ooo i wanna go to a museum.....

[quintinh43]

The Best Summer Ever | Quinn Hughes

Summary: First summer at the lakehouse, and it couldn't be better.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Teacher!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, just some pure sweetness. Part of this universe but can be read on its own!

Wc: 3.6k

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As you lounge in the backyard of the lake house, with a book in hand, working on your tan, and Quinn napping beside you, you surmise that coming to Michigan with Quinn for the summer was one of the best decisions you've ever made. 

Quinn lays on his stomach, with his head pillowed in the crook of his arms. He hadn't planned to nap, but the two of you had gone on a run along the waterline this morning, and then Quinn had a training session with the boys. He had conked out, less than ten minutes after he had stretched out beside you.

You glance at the time on your phone, Quinn has been asleep for almost an hour. You bookmark your page, deciding it's time to wake him up, before his lovely golden tan turns into a massive sunburn. You flip onto your stomach and delve your fingers into Quinn's hair, gently working through the tangles. 

The humidity was doing wonders for his curls, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't absolutely head over heels for summertime Quinn. The tan, the curls, the way his cheeks always seemed to be flushed from heat, the smile that seemed permanently etched into his face. You drop a kiss to his shoulder, and your other hand traces light patterns along his spine. 

Pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his shoulders and upper back, your fingers massage his scalp steadily. He makes a low noise of contentment, and you grin against his sun-kissed skin. "Quinn," you murmur against his skin. 

He doesn't respond. You press a kiss to the crook of his neck, and he stirs under you. Another behind his ear. And the underside of his jaw. 

His chest rumbled with a soft hum, and he nuzzled his head against the crook of his arm with a sleepy sigh. You giggle and pull out your phone to snap a photo of him. He reminds you of a cat napping in the sun.

"Quintin," you mutter against his skin, he gives you a sleepy grunt, "wake up honey," you say softly, carding your fingers through his hair, "if you don't turn over you're going to get a horrid burn on your back," you coax, tugging ever so gently on his curly locks. 

Quinn rolls over with a huff. Suddenly his arms are around you and he's pulling you on top of him. You squeal in surprise as he situates you between his legs comfortably, your forearms resting on either side of his head. He squints one eye open, with a glare. Half because you woke him up and half because the sun was so bright.

"Why'd you wake me up?" He huffs. 

You snort, detangling yourself from his arms, "Cause you whine like a bitch when you're sunburnt." His jaw drops, and you grin, kissing him on the cheek sweetly. 

"I can't believe you just called me a bitch," he gasps, all traces of sleep disappearing from his body.

"I'm just telling the truth," you shrug, a smile playing on your lips. Quinn sits up, pulling your sunglasses off, you squint your eyes, frowning at the sudden brightness. 

You screech in alarm, as Quinn is suddenly grabbing you around the waist, holding you tight to his body and walking towards the dock. "Quinn," you gasp "What are you doing?"

"I think someone needs to cool down her attitude a little," Quinn smirks, his tone like he's scolding a child.

"Quinn," there's slight panic in your tone, "please no, I'm sorry" You flail your legs trying to escape his hold before he tosses you into the lake. 

"Sorry baby, I can't hear you over my bitchiness," Quinn snarks, nipping at your ear playfully. You yelp, twisting in his hold. 

"I didn't mean it, you aren't a bitch, you're the sweetest man to ever exist, you have never been bitchy in your life! You deserve the world and I love you with all my heart!" You ramble, pressing kisses to his face in hopes that he will have mercy.

Quinn is smiling mischievously, "Gotta do better than that baby," he's standing at the edge of the dock.

"Quintin Jerome Hughes!" You warn, wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly, "I swear to God if you-" Before you can finish your threat, Quinn is jumping off the dock with you wrapped around him.

The shock of being plunged into cold water after being in the sun for over an hour is brutal. You resist the urge to scream purely because you're underwater and you don't need a mouth full of water. 

As your heads break the surface, you gasp for air. Quinn's grin is infectious and you can't help but grin back. "How's the attitude? Cooled off yet?" He asks smirking. 

You unwrap your legs from around his waist, kicking them back and forth underwater to help keep the two of you afloat. Your arms wrap around his neck tugging on his now wet hair, "Think I'm still a bit hot," you smile teasingly, pushing on his shoulders to dunk his head under water. 

Quinn gasps for air as he goes down. You cackle as he fails to drag you under with him. He comes up, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes, and lunging after you with a grin.  You swim away with screeching laughter. You splash Quinn aggressively in an attempt to save yourself.

Suddenly there’s a loud whooping coming from the dock, along with heavy footsteps. Then Jack is cannonballing into the water. Luke follows after him flipping off the dock in a fancy maneuver that briefly leaves your heart in your throat. As soon as their heads break the surface, they grin mischievously. The four of you lose track of time and end up fooling around in the water for hours, splashing, wrestling, racing, and every other possible game you can think of.

By the time Ellen is calling you out of the water to get ready for dinner like a bunch of children, Jack is sporting a wicked sunburn across his nose and cheeks and you and Luke have probably swallowed half of Lake Erie from the amount that Quinn and Jack have been dunking you under water and splashing you in the face.

You hoist yourself onto the dock and offer Quinn a hand to help pull him up, he takes it with a grin and pulls you back into the water with a cackle. You pout at him, as you move your wet hair out of your eyes. Quinn kisses the pout right off your face, and you can’t help but melt into it, locking your arms around his neck and kissing him back. 

“Ewwww!” Luke screeches, as he and Jack begin to splash the two of you all over again. 

“Children!” Ellen barks, unable to keep the smile off her face, “Out of the water or you will  be late for your dinner plans!”

There is a collective grumbling amongst the four of you, but you exit the water nonetheless. This time, Quinn doesn't pull you back into the water, lest he face the wrath of his mother. Ellen and Jim had plans with a few of their friends while Luke and Jack had been invited to have dinner with a few other NHL guys who lived on the lake. Originally, you and Quinn had been invited too, but Quinn had politely declined in favour of taking you out on a good ol’ classy dinner date at the country club. 

As bad as you felt about declining the invite, you were excited to have Quinn to yourself for the evening. The only time you and Quinn got a moment alone for yourselves was usually when you were going to sleep, so you were looking forward to this Dinner date.

Quinn wraps a towel over your shoulders as the four of you head up to the house, Jack and Luke sprinting ahead to fight over who gets to use their shower first. “You shower first?” Quinn mutters against your wet hair.

“We could shower together,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively “save some water.” Quinn chuckles, pressing another kiss to your hair fondly, “Trust me, baby, if we shower together, we definitely won’t be saving water.”

You laugh along with him, knowing he’s right, “I’ll be quick,” you assure, stripping out of your swimsuit and stepping under the cool spray of water. You run through your shower steps as quickly as you can and are in and out in ten minutes. While Quinn showers you do your hair and makeup, keeping it simple and sticking to your usual routine for fancier events. As you apply mascara on your lashes, you’re a bit giddy for dinner tonight. 

The dress you picked out, was a classy white number that you had been saving for something fancy, and you were excited to finally be able to wear it. And also to see Quinn’s reaction to you in it. He hops out of the shower and is quick to change into a stylish short-sleeved white button-up and a pair of beige slacks.

“Do my hair?” he asks, tipping his head towards you in invitation. You smile, running some hair oil and a bit of curl product through his locks so they are nice and defined, he kisses you on the cheek in thanks, “I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he says stealing one last kiss.

He slips out of the room, and you lock the door behind him as you pull the dress out from the back of the closet. You get dressed, grab your bag and your trusty pair of nude heels, and go exit the room. As soon as you appear at the top of the stairs, Quinn's eyes are drawn to you. His jaw drops, and his eyes soften with love as you fuss over trying to fit your phone in your bag.

You look up to find Quinn staring at you and your cheeks warm. One thing about Quinn is that there is meaning in everything he does. He is purposeful and thorough, and he works hard for what he wants. So when he pins you with that look, you feel loved, purposefully, and wholeheartedly, and damn if that isn't the best feeling ever. You lock eyes with Quinn, and his lips curl into a soft, adoring smile. 

Everything else falls away as you descend the stairs. It's just you and Quinn. He makes you feel like a princess, and he is your prince charming waiting at the bottom, hand extended towards you, ready to lead you to your happily ever after. 

“Hi,” he whispers as you take his hand, he brushes a gentle kiss on the backs of your knuckles and your stomach flutters. 

“Hi,” you smile, staring up at him through your lashes. You thought it would be impossible to love this man even more than you already did, but every day he proves you wrong, “I Love you,” you murmur softly. 

“I love you too,” He smiles, and damn if you don't wanna abandon your dinner and spend the night in his arms.

Ellen rounds the corner and is immediately gushing over the two of you, “Oh, just look at you two! Come here I want pictures,” you slip on your heels as she ushers the two of you in front of the mantel, much to Quinn's chagrin. 

“Mom please,” Quinn whines, “we’re not kids, and this is not prom,” you snicker at his whining, secretly happy that Ellen is making the two of you take photos.  

“You may not be kids, but you're still my children, now pose,” she demands, holding up her phone. 

Quinn wraps an arm around your waist and you place a hand on his chest as the two of you smile at his mom's camera. After she snaps probably over a hundred photos Quinn is practically pulling you out of the door, with the boat keys in hand, “better not get me wet,” you warn, as you carefully smooth down your dress.

“Wouldn't dream of it,” Quinn chuckles as the boat hums to life. You sit in the seat across from Quinn, legs curled under your chin resting against your hand as you take in the way the dipping sun reflects on the water. The golden halo of sunlight that illuminates you makes you look like an angel. Quinn is absolutely enraptured by your beauty, if he could freeze this moment in time, he would. 

The boat ride from the lake house to the country club takes less than twenty minutes, it would have been faster if Quinn wasn't trying to keep the both of you dry. He parks the boat on one of the docks, and hops over the edge of the boat, holding his hand out to you. You take it gratefully, not letting go even when you are safe on solid ground.

So far you've only been to the Country Club during the day when the boys deemed it a golf day, or to play tennis, or grab something easy for lunch before going right back out in the boat. In the early evening, it almost seemed like a completely different place.

You hold onto Quinn's bicep, fingers tapping nervously against corded muscle, as he leads you through the front foyer of the building. Quinn squeezes your hand reassuringly. It's at moments like these that you feel self-conscious about the fact that you're dating a Superstar Captain of the NHL. He could be doing much better than a lowly elementary school teacher. 

It's as if Quinn can read your negative thoughts. He looks at you, face soft with concern, nodding his head to ask if you're ok. You give him a tight smile and nod, squeezing his bicep again, as you dispel all the thoughts from your head. Quinn wants you. That's why you're here.

A pretty hostess, dressed from head to toe in black, is quick to find you. “Do you have a reservation?” she asks professionally. 

“Yep,” Quinn answers with a polite smile, “It should be under Hughes,”

The hostess clicks a few times on her iPad, and her eyes light up as she clocks in Quinn's reservation, “Right this way please,” she leads you through The main dining room, up a set of stairs and out onto the rooftop patio with the most magnificent view of the lake. “Someone will be right with you,” she smiles. 

“Thank you,” you and Quinn say simultaneously. He pulls out your chair, and you smile at him, smoothing your dress out as you sit down. 

“Quinn, this is so beautiful,” you gasp, taking in the view.

“Yeah it is,” he says smirking. His eyes are locked on you, and when you notice your cheeks flush. 

“You're so cheesy,” you mumble, picking at a loose thread in your napkin. 

“You love it,” Quinn smirks.

At that moment a Waiter appears, offering the two of you menus, and asking what you would like to drink. Quinn orders some kind of expensive wine, and the waiter leaves to retrieve it and give you time to look over your menus. It's much fancier than you're used to, and it's a little overwhelming, but Quinn happily takes charge, keeping a comforting hand on your thigh under the table.

Once the food is ordered and you both have a few glasses of wine in your system everything feels much easier. Along the way, your heels got discarded under the table, and your bare foot was resting on Quinn's thigh, rubbing up and down teasingly. 

Your foot strays a bit too high and Quinn wraps a hand around your ankle, stopping your foot from moving any closer to his dick. He throws you a dark, lust-filled look that holds a promise for later, and you smirk at him teasingly. All in all, the dinner was absolutely amazing. The food was delicious and you were absolutely elated to have Quinn to yourself for a few hours.

“Wanna go for a walk on the beach?” Quinn asks as the two of you leave the restaurant hand in hand. The sun is just dipping below the horizon, casting the sky in beautiful shades of orange, pink and purple. 

“Absolutely I do,” you grin, hanging into his arm. The two of you deposit your shoes in the boat and walk along the waterline. Quinn has an arm draped over your shoulder, and yours is wrapped around his waist fingers dancing under his shirt and across the bare skin of his torso. You lean your head on his shoulder and his fingers draw patterns on your arm. You wish you could burn this moment into permanence.

“I can't wait to do this with you every summer,” you say quietly, afraid to disrupt the peace of the moment. Quinn pulls his arm from your shoulders, it takes you a few steps to realize he isn't walking, and when you turn to see what's wrong, your hands fly to your mouth with a gasp. 

Quinn is down on one knee, with a ring box open in his hands. Somehow the only thing you can think is that his pants are going to get dirty from kneeling in the damp sand. 

“Your pants are going to get dirty,” you croak, voice thick with emotion. Quinn chuckles, shaking his head fondly. 

“Y/n,” he starts, with a soft breath, “I know we've technically only been dating for a few months. But for as long as I've known you I knew I wanted to do forever with you.” he takes a shaky breath “Honestly, I had a whole speech written, but you look so angelic in the sunset that it all left my brain.”

You let out a choked giggle, as tears pool in the corner of your eyes. You kneel down in front of him, resting your shaky hands on his knee. 

“Your dress is gonna get dirty” Quinn parrots, and it's your turn to laugh at him.

Quinn takes another deep breath, brushing a stray tear off your cheek. “Y/n, from the moment I met you, I knew you would be special to me. Knowing you for the past six years of my life has been the greatest blessing that I could've asked for. The easiest thing I've ever done in my life is love you, and god- there aren't words to describe how much I love you and what you mean to me. I want to spend forever with you by my side.” The tears that decorate the rims of Quinn’s eyes finally spill over, “So, Y/n Y/l/n, will you do me the greatest honour in being my wife?”

An ugly sob escapes your lips and you throw your arms around his neck, “Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes,” you cry, pressing kisses to his face, there is salt on your lips and at this point, you aren't sure if they are your tears or his. Quinn finds your left hand and slips the ring onto your fourth finger. You take a minute to really look at it, and all of a sudden, you're crying all over again. It's everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

You throw your arms around Quinn again, dragging him down for a kiss, he holds you tight to his body, kissing you back like it's the last time he'll ever get to do so. As Quinn licks at the seam of your lips, something in the back of your mind reminds you that you're in public, but you can't bring yourself to care enough to stop kissing him.

The clicking of a camera accompanied by sniffling is what drags you out of your moment with Quinn. You look over to find Jack and Luke. Jack holding up his old camera from back when he had a hobby in photography and Luke holding up his phone. They're both teary-eyed with huge smiles on their faces. 

Quinn stands, pulling you with him, and then Luke and Jack are throwing themselves at the two of you, and everyone is holding onto each other. There are so many tears it's hard to tell who's crying and who's not. Eventually Jack and Luke detach themselves from the two of you, wiping at their eyes and grinning wildly. 

“I can't believe you said yes to spending the rest of your life with our stinky big brother,” Luke wrinkles his nose.

“Shut it, Moose,” Quinn rolls his eyes, pushing his brother playfully. 

“I know you said yes, but it's not too late to blink twice if you need help,” Jack says seriously.

You laugh, knowing they are joking, but nothing could pry you from Quinn at this moment. Jack convinces the two of you to pose for a few more pictures, in the fading twilight. He captures a few absolutely stunning ones of your ring, promising that everything will be sent to you after he edits them. Eventually the four of you part ways, Jack and Luke heading to their car and you and Quinn back to the boat. 

The drive back to the lake house is much chiller now that the sun is almost entirely gone. Quinn smiles knowingly, pulling a hoodie out of one of the seat compartments. You slip it over your head, sighing happily as the scent of Quinn engulfs you. He pulls you into his lap, keeping an arm securely around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head against the crook of his neck.

“I love you so so much Quinny,” you whisper, “I'm excited to spend forever with you,”

“Me too, my love, me too” Quinn sighs happily, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

A sudden thought hits you, and the biggest smile blooms on your face, "I can't wait to be Mrs. Hughes," you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Quinns eyes twinkle lovingly, "That has a nice ring to it,"

"Yeah,"

-

Ok idk how I feel about this!

I started it and I loved it. Then I wrote the middle and I still loved it. And then I wrote the end, and I still loved it. And now that I have to post it I fucking hate it! So that's nice!

Anyways hope yall enjoy.

Leave comments cause I'm an attention whore 🥰

Also, this series likely won't be updated for a while, cause I never originally planned to make it a series anyways, but here we are! Just cause I have a lot of one-shots floating around in my notes that I wanna work on. If there's anything yall wanna see from this series, let me know and I might write that!

Also, I am working on those blurb requests! I promise! I'll start posting them eventually!

Apologies for the ramble, love yall <3

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dont.. wanna write anymore.

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“ARE YOU USING ME FOR MY BODY?” - PRANKING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : kinda angsty but also very fluffy, mentions of sex and lingerie but not NSFW, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : hurt/comfort n fluffff

Additional notes : This was a request made by the lovely @otomempress and I decided to give it a little twist!! I headcanon that they’re all on the asexual spectrum (demisexual, to be precise), and so I tried to imply this in this SMAU. These men will always love you unconditionally and with 0 expectations, trust me on this🙏🏽💗

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Your Insta If You Were Dating Spencer Reid Pt. 8

Warnings: throwing up, a lil sexual

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y/n out n about

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drreid I had the best day with you!

-> y/n 😘😘

davidrossi Have fun kids!

babygirlpg love ur outfit Spencer!

-> drreid Thanks, Garcia!

emprentiss lowkey weird seeing him wear something that's not a suit

-> chocthunder ikr I didn't know he had other clothes

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y/n 🚨ROSSI SIGHTING🚨

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davidrossi It was nice running into you!

-> y/n it was so good to see you!

chocthunder I have a rossi sighting every day of my life

-> emprentiss real

-> drreid real

-> chocthunder real??

-> drreid @/y/n taught me

babygirlpg they're so bff

-> y/n ikr

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y/n squealing cause look what I came home to

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drreid I'm glad you were excited! I love you ❤️

-> y/n I LOVE YOU STOP

davidrossi Nice job, Spencer! I can see you're putting those cooking lessons to good use.

ssahotchner Looks good!

babygirlpg im squealing for you this is so sweet!

-> y/n I KNOW

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y/n I love u @/drreid

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drreid I love you, too!

jenniferj this is so cute!!

babygirlpg I love u guys so much im going to throw up

-> chocthunder im going to throw up for other reasons

-> emprentiss im going to throw up bc they're making me feel so single

-> babygirlpg oh so true

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y/n hes so FINE I can't

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emprentiss not y/n being horny on main

-> jenniferj im not even surprised at this point

-> babygirlpg me neither but I wholeheartedly support it

-> y/n thanks penny 😘

ssahotchner I feel like I'm not supposed to be seeing this.

-> drreid Yeah, I wish you hadn't.

-> y/n sorry spence ❤️

idk why some of these pics keep uploading funny so sorry ab that but if anyone knows how to fix it lmk anywaysssss hope y'all enjoyed ily

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