#cause i called the plane babygirl

[someguyiguess]

just flew a bit ago :3

[f1goat]

more than friends ; lando norris + part eleven

In which your best friend is going to help you to gain more sexual experience and say goodbye to your insecurities, but he's quick to discover that he never wants to share you and your new experiences with others - the only problem being, him having to confess his feelings.

masterlist - playlist

fem!y/n x lando norris

warnings: smut with a plot. minors dni! probably grammar or spelling errors due to english not being my first language.

requested: yes, based on this request: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten

When you wake up after another sleepless night, you let out a big sigh. Since you’re back in Monaco things feel different. You can’t sleep properly anymore, the cold bed without Lando and his warmth in it aren’t enough for you. Things have changed since you’re back here. Lando is busy with his trainings, Quadrant, friends he didn’t see for a while and everything else he’s normally busy with. Meaning that there’s not a lot of time left for you. Lando told you in advance, but you told him it would be fine. Now you realize that it’s not fine. 

You know that if you call Lando, he’ll let you join him with everything you want. There is even a chance that he’ll send you a plane ticket for only today and tomorrow. It wouldn’t be something new. He’s in England for now, spending time at the McLaren Technology Centre. Lando told you about what he was going to do, something in the line of multiple sponsor obligations and a bit of sim work. Him not being in Monaco causes you to only miss him more. 

There’s nothing more you want to do then to call Lando up and talk to him, but you don’t wait to claim him too much. What if he thinks you’re too clingy? With another soft sigh you start to scroll on your phone. Not that it helps, when you open your phone you’re confronted with a thousand notifications. Since the last race weekend the notifications haven’t stopped. Everyone thinks Lando and you are actually dating this time. It has caused your socials to overflow with reactions, some people hate you while others claim that you’re their favorite WAG already. On the flight back you talked about it with Lando. There was an option of denying it and hoping they would leave you alone again, but the two of you decided to just let it be for now. 

You want to text Lando. Or would that be to clingy? Fuck, you really miss him. When a notification shows up on your phone screen, you’re quick to look at it. 

Lando: call me?

Without giving it a second thought you call Lando on FaceTime.

“Hey babygirl,” Lando greets you with a soft smile. 

“Hey Lan,” you greet him back. 

Lando asks you about the last couple days, you feel boring when you confess to him that you didn’t do a lot. You don’t have contact with your friends anymore since that brunch and now that Lando is also gone, your days have been boring. You are quick to ask Lando about his last days as well. He tells you everything in full enthusiasm. 

“But I can’t wait to get back to,” Lando doubts, he wants to say to you but that’s probably weird, right? “To Monaco,” he eventually ends his sentence. 

“When are you coming back?” You are quick to ask. You want nothing more then Lando back in Monaco and hopefully back with you. “Tomorrow baby,” Lando answers you, “Maybe we can grab dinner together when I’m back?”

“That sounds nice,” you tell him, that’s exactly what you hoped for. 

“What are you going to do today?” Lando continues to asks you. 

“I don’t know yet,” you confess, “maybe sleep a bit more, I’m still pretty tired.”

“Did I awake you?” Lando questions. You’re quick to tell him no, mentioning that you don’t sleep well at the moment. When Lando asks you for the reason, you don’t know what to say at first. You stay silent for a bit. “I kinda have the same problem you know,” Lando eventually confesses, “Since I’m back in my own apartment without you I haven’t gotten a good night sleep.” 

“Me too,” you share, “It feels weird to sleep alone.”

“Tomorrow we can sleep together?” Lando suggests. You’re quick to say yes. “And maybe some other activities,” Lando says suggestively. 

“Oh?” You reply.

“I miss you babygirl,” Lando softly murmurs, “All of you.”

“All of me?” You ask surprised.

“Yes,” he confesses, “I miss your body next to mine in the bed, since we slept in the same bed together I’ve been addicted to it. And don’t forget how bad it became now that I know how your body feels. I miss the soft sounds you make for me when I feel you up, or the way you always look at me with those innocent eyes when I know for a fact you’re not that innocent. I miss the way you pussy clenches around my cock.”

“Fuck Lan,” you mutter softly, “I miss you too. Haven’t cum since the last time you made me.”

“What did you just say babygirl?” Lando asks you. He looks at you through the screen, it’s not hard to miss how red your cheeks are getting. “Didn’t you orgasm since our last time?” He continues to ask. You show him a small nod. “Why not?” Lando asks further.

At first you shrug, not wanting to tell Lando that you have never pleasured yourself, but Lando sees right through you. “Have you ever touched yourself?” He asks you. 

“No,” you confess softly. 

“Don’t know how to do it?” He asks.

“No.”

“Want my help babygirl?” 

“Please Lan,” you almost beg. Since he told you what he misses about you, your pussy started clenching. You feel all tensed up and want nothing more then Lando to help you with it. Lando shows you a grin. He doesn’t say anything yet, causing you to let out another few pleas. “I need your help,” you softly confess, “I can’t do it myself.”

“Place your phone on your night stand baby,” Lando instructs you. You do what he says. “Lay down on the bed, I want to see your body.” You lay down on the bed, still dressed in your pajamas. Now you look at yourself in the camera, you notice that you’re pajamas are a skimpy string and a shirt from Lando. 

“Spread your legs for me,” Lando instructs you. You do what he says again. “Keep following my instructions,” Lando says, you show him a nod. “I want you to call me sir,” Lando tells you. “Okay sir,” you try it out, the words leave your tongue without thinking about it. It feels good. You notice the way Lando lets out a soft groan while hearing you call him this. 

“Touch your boobs for me babygirl,” Lando continues to instruct you. You lay your hands on your boobs, slowly grabbing them through your shirt. “Knead one of them,” Lando says, “and softly pull on the nipple from the other one.” You act out his instructions, a soft moan leaves your lips when you softly pull on your nipple. “Continue and switch sometimes,” Lando states. You keep doing what he says. Kneading your boobs firmly and softly pulling on your nipples. You feel your stomach tighten from the feeling. It feels weird to do this to yourself, you’re glad Lando is here to instruct you. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it babygirl?” Lando asks you. 

“Yes,” you whimper.

Lando tuts at you. “Wrong babygirl,” he says, “Stop touching your boobs.” You wonder what he means, then you get it.

“Sorry sir,” you whimper, “Sorry. Can I please continue?”

“No.”

You remove your hands from your tits. A soft whine leaves your lips. Lando chuckles. “Slowly move your hands lower on your body,” he continues to instruct you, “but skip your cunt.” You do as he says. “Tease the inside of your thighs for me,” Lando instructs you, “Stroke up and down on them. Get closer to your cunt, slowly, but don’t touch it yet. Just tease yourself and imagine that your hands are mine.” You keep doing what Lando instructs you to do. “You must be so painfully wet right now,” Lando mutters.

“Move one of your hands back to your tits,” Lando goes on, “Tease them as well. Knead those tits, pinch or pull on your nipples. Keep teasing yourself.”

“Yes sir,” you softly moan while touching your breast again. 

“Gonna get you so wet before you even touch your cunt,” Lando tells you. “It’s a shame I’m not there with you, I would put my mouth on one of them. Slowly sucking your nipple inside my mouth, licking and sucking those beautiful tits.” 

“Fuck sir,” you moan.

“You like this, don’t you? You love every second of attention I give you. Don’t you wish I was there with you babygirl?”

“Fuck sir, yes, I miss you. Want you here with me.”

“Take off your clothes,” Lando instructs you further. You’re quick to do so. 

“Use one hand to keep teasing your breast,” Lando continues, “and with the other one you’re going to get real slow towards your cunt. But don’t you dare to touch it yet.” You let out a soft moan now you feel your breast and nipple without any clothing between it. Lando lets out a soft groan as well. He softly starts to grab his boner as well. Lando never did something like this before, but it feels so natural with you. He’s surprised how well it’s going, the words are flowing out of his mouth without thinking about it.

“Lay down your finger on your clit for me,” Lando tells you, “but only for two seconds. Then you move your hand back to your thighs.”

You let out a whine when your two seconds are up. “Sir please,” you whine. “Not yet baby,” Lando says, “tease your thighs a bit more.” You still do what he says. When you look at your phone screen you notice that Lando has turned over the camera. you’re not seeing him anymore, the camera is focused on his boner now. 

“Fuck sir,” you mutter, “you look so hard.”

“That’s what you do to me babygirl,” Lando replies.

“Can I see how you touch yourself, sir?”

Lando doesn’t reply verbally. He moves his hand to his boner and starts to caress it, letting out a groan while doing so. “How badly do you want to touch your beautiful cunt baby?” Lando asks you, “Tell me about it.”

“Fuck sir, want to touch it so bad,” you murmur.

“Ask me.”

“Can I please touch my pussy sir?” You ask him.

“Okay babygirl,” Lando tells you. “Slowly put your finger back on your clit again. Use your other hand to tease your entrance.” You move your hands again. Almost letting out a loud moan when you finally feel something on your clit again. “Make slow movements, really slow,” Lando instructs. “Give it a bit more pressure,” Lando continues. 

“Fuck,” you whine, “Thank you sir.” 

Lando almost feels his cock bursting out of his pants when you thank him. He removes his pants and boxers. You see his boner springing to his freedom. Lando is quick to put his hand around it and starts to stroke it. 

“Oh babygirl,” Lando mutters, “the things you do with me. Continue to add pressure to your clit baby and slowly move one of your fingers inside you.” 

You spread your legs a bit more then before, causing Lando to let out a soft moan while seeing your cunt better then before. He strokes his own dick. Slowly you let one of your fingers enter your pussy. “Imagine that was my cock,” Lando teases you, “How much better would that fill you up baby?” 

“A lot better sir,” you answer, “There’s nothing better then your cock.”

Lando keeps getting amazed by you. “Such a good girl for me,” he tells you, “my good little..” He doubts a bit if he’s going to say it, but eventually takes the risk. “My good little slut,” he calls you. 

“Only for you sir,” you reply softly, “only for you.”

“Fuck babygirl,” Lando groans, “What did I do to deserve you?” 

In the mean time Lando increases his own pace. He tells you to do the same. You let out a couple moans while fingering yourself. “I’m getting close,” you softly confess, “can I cum sir?” 

“Not yet baby,” Lando tells you stern, “wait a bit longer.”

You’re turning into a moaning mess. You can’t even reply to Lando anymore. It’s getting too much for you. After not having felt anything like this for a week or so, the pleasure is getting to your head. Your stomach is as tight as it can be, your pussy is already clenching around your finger and the only sound coming out of your mouth are moans. 

“Add another finger babygirl,” Lando instructs you. You’re quick to act out his instruction. “Increase the pace but don’t let yourself cum yet. Imagine it’s my cock that’s inside you right now.”

“Fuck sir,” you mutter, “I’m so painfully close.”

“Beg for it.”

“Sir please,” you start to beg. You can’t even form normal sentences, words are coming out of your mouth but you don’t even realize which ones. “So close.” “Please sir.” “Fuck sir, it feels so good.” “Need you with me sir.” “Please.”

“You deserve it babygirl. Let it go,” Lando softly tells you, “Cum for me.”

You feel your body spasm. “Fuck,” you moan while you come undone. It amazes you that you just did this for yourself. While coming down from your orgasm, you look at the phone screen on your night stand. Lando is pumping his boner with a fast pace. While looking at it you feel yourself getting horny all over again. Then he comes undone as well with a loud moan. 

“Fuck babygirl,” Lando grunts, “That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” you softly reply, “It’s insane what you’re doing to me while not even being here.”

“You better wait for when I’m back,” Lando states, “because I can’t wait to feel you around my dick again.”

“Tomorrow right?” You ask teasingly. 

“Tomorrow you’re mine.”

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The day is passing by slowly. Lando texted you this morning that he will pick you up for dinner tonight. Since then you haven’t heard anything from him. You miss him. You can’t wait for him to show up here and take you with him. Only the idea of sleeping next to Lando again tonight, makes you feel all happy and bubbly. 

You’re looking at yourself in the mirror. The dress you’re wearing is a new one. After your FaceTime call with Lando from yesterday, you went out shopping. It felt weird at first to shop alone, but you aren’t in touch with your friends anymore after the last time where they didn’t stop insulting you. It’s for the better, but shopping alone is something else to get used to. Eventually you did find a beautiful dress for tonight. Now you’re wearing it you feel a bit of doubt kicking in. You usually don’t wear stuff like this. The dress is on the shorter side, almost revealing your ass. Maybe it’s too much for only dinner? You doubt about changing, but before you can decide you already hear the door bell. Can that be Lando? 

When you open the door, you’re greeted by Lando. He is quick to pull you into a hug before getting inside your apartment. “Hey babygirl,” he greets you with a soft voice. He puts a small kiss on your cheek. When he pulls back from the hug and walks inside with you, Lando is quick to take a good look at you. 

Lando can’t take his eyes off you. Fuck, since when do you own dresses like this? Do you really expect him to have dinner with you while you’re dressed like this? He can’t focus on dinner or anything else when you look this beautiful. Fuck. The dress barely covers your ass and Lando can’t stop looking at it, certainly when you walk towards the kitchen to get him something to drink. 

“Fucking hell babygirl,” Lando sighs eventually, “since when do you own dresses like this?” 

“It’s too much isn’t it?” You ask a bit unsure. Lando hasn’t stopped looking at you since he’s inside. 

“No,” Lando quickly states, “it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Lando doubts for a couple seconds before speaking up again. “But I do think I can’t focus on anything else then you in this dress and fucking you.”

“What’s stopping you?” 

In no time Lando has himself pressed up against your body. You don’t know how Lando got you here like this, but you’re pressed up against the wall. His mouth is attacking yours. You feel his hands all over your body. As fast as he can manage Lando pulls up your dress. When he feels your string and the way it’s already dampened by your cunt, he grins. 

“So wet already baby,” Lando mutters. You grab his boner through his pant. “And so eager,” Lando continues. You play with Lando his belt, trying to get if off but you can’t reach it properly. A soft annoyed grunt leaves your lips. Lando grins and removes his belt himself, then he pulls down his pants and underwear. You see the way his boner slaps soft against his stomach. Fuck you almost forgot how big it was. 

“When we’re back from dinner I’m going to take my time with you,” Lando states, “but now I really  need to feel you on my cock.”

“Please do,” you softly reply. Lando takes his earlier words into action. He lets his dick slide into your cunt. It causes you to let out a hard moan. Lando fucks you harder then ever before, it never felt as amazing as this. When he squeezes your boob you almost yell out his name. “Fuck Lando.”

Lando grunts. He increases his pace again. When he starts to feel close to his orgasm, he almost feels ashamed for feeling his orgasm reaching this soon. Then he notices the way you look. It looks like you’re close as well. 

“Never came this fast in my life,” Lando groans when he feels his cum leave his body. You feel your orgasm hitting you as well. “I can say the same,” you joke, “but it’s not like I have a lot of experience.”

“Dinner?” Lando asks you five minutes later. “If you can behave,” you laugh. Lando grabs your hand, intertwines his fingers with yours and takes you with him towards his car. You barely can remember to grab your stuff before getting into his car. 

“It’s insane how much I missed you,” Lando confesses.

“Same,” you softly reply. 

“And I have to leave again in only two days for the next race,” Lando sighs. 

“I know,” you sigh back. 

“Join me?”

“You want me to join you again?” You ask Lando confused.

“Babygirl, I want you to join me every time I’m leaving home.��

a/n; i feel like this story is coming to an end but i have no idea how to finish it, help is welcome :)))

part twelve

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[shuririsecretl0v3r]

the rush

pairing: shuri x riri

warnings/ situations: suggestive themes~ teasing, sneaking around, heavy PDA, very touchy touchy but that’s as far as it gets; caught in the act

a/n: hello beauties💕💕! this is wayy over due shuriri week maybe over but these two are frolicking around my mind 24/7. this is my first time writing some with so much intimacy so bare with me😭😭🙏🏾. please enjoyyy and lmk what you think. 

word count: 1.6k +

song inspo:

“ I look around and I get that rush

Baby, 'cause tonight I'ma tryna catch that

Feelin', Mm

You just my type

I really wanna feel it

I want your leg against my thigh

I want the rush “

It’s been two years since Queen Ramonda had passed and life as Shuri knew it never was the same. Having to accept the cruel reality of losing all of her family members and taking up the duties as Black Panther wasn’t making it easier either. Everyday felt like a burden and she somewhat felt guilty for even being able to live while all of her family resided in the Ancestral Plane. She would have drowned in her own sorrow had it not been for ngelosi yam ( my angel ) sent from Bast herself.

Riri Williams, the young American scientist who somehow managed to rope herself into some serious trouble had caught the attention of the Princess. Shuri didn’t know if it was from her brilliant mindset or her unapologetic cocky confidence with a beautiful face. Getting to know her was even better cause under all that tough skin was a young girl trying to repair her past by being a hero for the future. She too had her own experience with the loss of family and ones she dearly loved so leaning on her even just for a little while was easy and comforting.

The two were inseparable soon after. Before the thought of dating even occurred, they were good friends. They kept in contact once she had to go back home. Early-morning texts and late-night calls held them surprisingly well. Call it trauma bonding, but Riri kept her steady. Shuri was able to feel again and heal herself well. With Riri by her side, she too soon gained her confidence back and helped rebuild Wakanda into a new era of life, both of which created new and improved safety protocols for the nation.

Life was beginning to look brighter for the Panther. Her feelings for Riri grew more intense each and every day to the point she couldn’t handle them any longer. To her clueless surprise, the young American scientist was just as in love as she was. And their relationship flourished since that moment. The two didn’t know how to announce their relationship so they thought it best to be discreet for now, but that didn’t stop them from secretly knowing looks and lingering touches every time they were near each other. The women were very much in love and everyone could see it, yet waited patiently for the news.

They couldn’t help it either. Long distance was a struggle for them, but that made each moment they spent together heavenly and intense. Cause once the two were reunited things always got a little handsy. This moment was no different either.

Riri finally had time to come back to Wakanda making it almost 5 months since both of them had ( touched ) seen each other. The moment she laid eyes on her Riri, she was astonished. Riri had her hair in a style called butterfly locs with some of them half in a ponytail and half down her back while two locs hung in her face. She wore a black crop top shirt that read “ babygirl “ which was bedazzled in rhinestones and had on black baggy sweatpants that she immediately recognized were hers. Everything about Riri was absolutely alluring to her. The young scientist was blossoming into her young adult self and it had the Panther ready to pounce on her in front of the whole lab.

The two hugged each other, missing the feeling of each other’s skin both seemingly having to keep composure over themselves. Once they released each other, both went straight to work. Though Shuri’s mind was elsewhere captured by the presence of her lover. She couldn’t help but scan down her muscular toned body. Having to operate her suit definitely took a toll on her body in the best way. The longer she stared engraving every detail of the young woman’s body again. Remembering her soft spots, the way she smells, and how soft her skin feels underneath her fingertips. That’s when she notices how every time Riri raises her arms even slightly, her new now freshly healed back tattoo just peeking out to her. At that moment Shuri could not contain her desire to herself.

“ Hey Ri can I talk to you for a minute “ before Riri could even respond Shuri grabbed her hand dragging her out of the lab and down to her living quarters. Not even making it halfway down the hall, Shuri pulls Riri behind a pillar and crashes their lips together. They groan in unity both relieved by the taste and feeling of one another. So caught up in the moment not even caring that they were still in the halls of the palace for anyone to see.

Riri pulls away trying to catch her breath. “ You just couldn’t help yourself could you ? “ she says while laughing at her. Shuri just smiles and bites her lip.

“ I could never contain my love for you, “ she says while twirling one of her locs with her finger. She stares deep into those big brown eyes of Riri's, thanking Bast for reuniting them together at last. “ I need you sthandwa sam (my love). Will you let me have you ? “ pure desire oozes through the Panther’s voice as she pulls Riri’s body closer to hers again. Grabbing her by the head, Riri gives her what she needs. The energy shifts during this kiss both women completely drunk off each other’s lips. At this point, a couple of Doras roam the halls stumbling on both women quickly retreating to where they were giving the two privacy.

Shuri’s hands caress every inch of her body, getting the familiar feeling of her again. Riri lifts her leg snaking it around Shuri’s waist, opening herself more to the Panther. In one swift move, Shuri picks her up carrying her the rest of the way. Not bothering to look where she’s going only trusting her instincts as their minds flooded with lust. Riri softly traces her fingertips up and down the Panther’s neck sending shivers down her spine. Rushing into her living quarters, Shuri heads for the bed plopping her right in the center. She climbs on top of her, aligning them face to face. Beginning to shower her in kisses from her forehead to neck slowly making her way down savoring the moment afraid she might slip away from her again. Riri had other plans though, clawing at the hem of Shuri’s pants wanting all of her now. Shuri chuckles at her eagerness, moving her hand off of her. She towers over Riri starting to remove her clothes herself till a voice chimes in out of thin air.

“ Panther, there is a lab emergency that requires you and Miss Williams's assistance, “ Griot said suddenly snapping the pair out of their trance. Completely forgotten about the lab and the work that needs to be done, they both laugh realizing how much they might have missed each other. They fix themselves up and head back to the lab. Putting their needs on hold, drowning themselves into work. Hours pass through rapidly, plenty of things to fix filling the time. Sunset is almost upon them leaving the lab mostly empty except for a few scientists finishing up.

Riri was at her station tidying up her area not noticing the Panther creeping up behind her. That’s when she feels her hands pressing into her sides firmly trapping her between the table and her lover. Shuri moves her hair out of the way and kisses down her neck flowing through her sweet spots. Riri immediately arches her back letting the Panther consume her with love. One hand still gripping her side while another begins to trail down to the waistband of her sweats. Riri sucks in her breath, careful to keep quiet in case others are still around.

The two once again caught up in each other's bodies not noticing Ayo arriving in the lab. There to retrieve the Panther for the council meeting, Ayo looks around for her stumbling on both of them pressed up against a station table not caring to check their surroundings. Though she did not wish to disturb them, the matter was urgent.

“ Ahem “ Ayo spoke loudly, startling Shuri and Riri who quickly unraveled each other. They spot the General coming towards them as they embarrassedly fix themselves for the second time today. “ Apologies, Panther did not wish to disturb you two, but King M’Baku and the Elders require your attendance for the council meeting, “ she said.

Shuri completely forgot about the meeting only having Riri racing through her mind. Riri giggles a little knowing it was her fault for this forgetfulness. She looks over at her laughing and pulls her back closer to her body smiling deeply. “ Yes of course. Please let the King and the Elders know I’m heading towards them now “ she replied. Ayo nods her head and salutes the Panther as she turns to exit the lab.

“ Well, I guess the secrets out. She'll definitely tell everyone how she just caught us in this lab “ Riri whines.

“ Too late for that we’ve already been caught Ri. I saw some Doras spot us in the hallway earlier “ she said while chuckling. Shocked she kept that from her, Riri playfully hits her a couple of times. She grabs her hands to dodge her attempts to strike her. Bringing them to her lips, she gently kisses her palms. The two never missing a moment to show affection for each other.

“ See ya back at the room? “ Riri asks.

“ Yeah, I’ll see you “ the pair kiss goodbye and go their separate ways hoping for no more distractions for the rest of the day.

[romanestuffsposts]

Its so humid where I am. Maybe stucky takes the reader to a pool or they have a pool on their backyard ❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much for this beautiful request! This is so lovely! ❤️

I'm sorry you had to wait! I hope you like what I wrote <3

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : playful time, pool, play, fluff, laughters, pet names,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : A beautiful and playful afternoon in the pool

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"Ready ?" your Daddy asks, after your nod, he starts to tighten his grip on your waist "one...two...three!" he throws you in the air and laughs when you squeal before falling on the ground.

You gasp for air when you come back up before swimming back toward your Daddy "again! again! again!"

He laughs and grabs you again by your waist "one....two......three!!"

Your Papa laughs as he enters the pool and watches you both playing together. He could hear the laughters and the scream before even getting out of his car. He just came back from the grocery and didn't thought he would find you on the pool.

You were scared to go in for a long time but small steps later, here you are.

"Papa!" you yell as you spot him in the water. He chuckles at your enthusiasm "hi, princess" he smiles when you try to run toward him but with the water it's really not easy for you but, for your Daddies, it's really funny

"did tou bought 'm ygut ?" you ask, struggling with your words. He sweetly smiles down at you and kisses your forehead "yes baby, i bought your yogurt"

"saaaaank you" you sing as you bypass your Papa. He frowns but still has his smile on his lips as he watches you, confused. Your Daddy rests his elbows on the edge of the pool as he's facing you and your Papa together, a beautiful and loving smile on his face.

"What are you doing, princess ?"

You put your hands on his shoulders and push with all your strength on it to help you jumping on his back. He shakes his head with a chuckle when he understands what you're doing and try to hid his laugh when he sees that you fail multiples times causing you to groan.

When you finally succeed, he playful gasps and acts as if you went too strongly and falls backward on the pool causing you to yell.

Bucky can't stop laughing as he sees your frustrate face once you're back from underneath the water. "go easy on Papa, babygirl" Bucky smirks "he's not as strong as he seems to be"

Steve playfully glares at his husband after hearing him causing you to giggle beside him.

"hey, little one ?" your Daddy calls causing you to turn to him "you remember the movie we saw a few weeks ago ? The one where a girl went into vacantion with her family and fell in love with one of the dancer" he asks.

He watches you frowning as you try to remember the movie, and after some times you finally remember. You look at him and nod your head "yes! Dity Dance" you say wiggling in the water

"Dirty Dancing" your Papa corrects you while laughing at your cute mistake.

"remember the moment where they train in the water ? Where he lift her up ?" you nod and listen carefully "you remember that you told us that you wanted to try this ? Because you wanted to feel like you were flying"

You nod again, a sweet smile on your lips as you remember how much you wanted to try that.

You Daddy grins and wiggles his hands toward him "what are you waiting for, then ?"

You gasp and jump excited. Your Papa stands behind you and rests a hand on your shoulder, he learns forward until his lips are against your ear "you remember how they do it in the movie ?"

You nod and jump on your feet as you couldn't wait anymore. "alright then.." he goes to stand aside in the pool to let you all the way you need.

"whenever you're ready" your Daddy says as he gets ready to catch you.

After some seconds, you go toward him and he immediately catches your waist and throw you above him "don't hold my wrists, baby. Put your arms like a plane"

After a moment of hesitation, your trembling arms lifts up and you hold them like he asked you to.

"Damn baby!" your Papa whistles "look how strong you are!"

You giggle causing you to shake a little and so to fall back in the pool. Your Daddy were scared that you would've hurt yourself when you fell but he immediately eases his nerve when he sees you happy face once you came back up

"was so fun!" you squeal "I was flying!!" you happilly say causing your Daddies to laugh "you did really great, princess"

"you're so so strong! That was impressive"

You blush and look away, giving your Papa the opportunity to sneak behind you and to throw you on his shoulder. You laugh and kick your feet

[incomescrane]

random AWII thoughts after finishing Final Draft

or: the ramblings of someone who’s thought about this game way too much. Lore, speculations, and silliness under the cut.

Both endings bug me a bit in terms of how Saga acts towards Alan. Now I’m not going to blame her too much- the stress of what the story is doing to her family is enough to make anyone break, and my girl stays strong in the face of all that. But I do think she was a bit too quick to judge him and assume he wrote those details himself, as opposed to the Dark Place filling them in when she was edited into the story (making up a cause to fit the effect, etc etc).

Following that: Saga is probably critical of Alan because she thinks existing and moving through the Dark Place is as easy for him as it is for her- moreso maybe, since he's been there for 13 years and should be experienced. In reality it's the complete opposite.

Exhibit A: After she's thrown in she experiences the same fragmenting Alan does in the Signal + Writer DLCs, but is able to break out of it easily because she has her Mind Place. She confronts her doubts and insecurities without them manifesting in the Dark Place and actually attacking her in the shape of barrels and tires with annoying physics.

Exhibit B: When she meets Breaker and get the page about Door traversing the Dark Place, Tim mentions he followed the instructions but wasn't able to follow the path, meaning the rules Alan follows actually exist and are not self-imposed. Alan had to write the first draft of Initiation to be able to go through Caldera Street Station and arrive at Parliament Tower. If the story doesn't make sense, reality won't shift. Saga in the meantime is able to will the door to take her where she wants to go, because she is a Door. 

TLDR: Saga’s a superwoman genetically engineered to be able to survive the Dark Place.

Alan’s cheeks look very pinchable. I made this known at every possible opportunity to my friends, who I was streaming the game for.

We are now up to 3 types of people with powers: Parautilitarians (can bind and use OoPs, manifest various effects), Seers (can access and make use of a space they manifest in their minds), and what I’m gonna call Plane shifters (like Door and Ahti, can traverse planes of existence with ease). Granted Ahti might just be a straight up god but who knows, the Remedyverse is complex.

I don’t know if/how Ahti knew the original Tom Zane, but I like to think he calls Alan Tom because he’s friends with the Old Gods, and picked it up from them.

Speaking of Ahti, the last time he and Alan meet, Alan takes care to pronounce his name properly. The interactions between those two get me every time cause they show the softer side of Alan still there even after all the Dark Place’s torture.

No seriously, look at his DBD model and tell me you don’t just want to squish his little face.

Zane in Room 665 doing the exact same dance as Scratch from AWAN, to the exact same music, cannot be a coincidence.

After Alice supposedly offed herself, Barry was left to pick up the pieces and empty out her apartment- that’s why we see the Blessed company boxes there.

Speaking of which: I need an Alan-Barry reunion yesterday. Or an Alan-Jesse team up to deal with Chester Bless and break my boy Barry out of his cult. Control 2 when?

If the Clicker is an OoP then the Angel Lamp might also be one. Heck they might be two bits of the same OoP. Is there a plug somewhere out there that also has a power? Or a lampshade?

After years of references to Campbell’s monomyth, from AWI, to the lyrics to Sankarin Tango, to AWII, the moment Alan calls himself the master of many worlds broke me to tears. Like hell yeah Alan, you go babygirl, you deserve it!!!

[theodoraflowerday]

heartstopper s3e3 live episode reaction

omg the beginning of this episode with nick like the first episode of the past two seasons w charlie

THE RUGBY LADS

DARCY WEARING PANTS AAAAAAAA

bro it makes me *so* happy that imogen is now hanging out with the girls too like yeah babygirl get yourself a nice group of friends

NAOMI AND FELIX!!!!!!!!!

NATHAN AND YOUSSEF I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

JSKFJSKFJSKGJDKGK MS SINGH LMAO

she's so right I want them to be engaged by breaktime let them get married please

NO KISS? HUG FIRST

my lil baby boys who LOVE EACH OTHER!!!!!! THEY SAID ILY!!!!!!!!

oh they're just. full on making out then. huh.

i love how you can see the progression of their relationship, physicality wise. like that's two people who will be going at it raw and nasty in a few episodes

they're holding hands under the desk I want them to die

THIS ISN'T MR AJAYI'S HIPPIE CLASS KSKFKSLFKSLFKSLFIDLGUDOGI that's ur future husband

oh nick's following the whole plan he made with auntie diane I'm gonna sob

god charlie's making me so anxious idk how I'm gonna do it next episode

LNDLSKFLSFJSLFJ we get it elleargentupdates

TAO'S IG BIO NAKDOSIFOSIFLSJFSLIDLGIDOGK HE REALLY WAS SHORTER IN HIS PREVIOUS LIFE IM DYING

but also "you two need to get a life" same isaac

LMAO HE WALKED IN ON NATHAN AND YOUSSEF SKFJSKFJDK

oh

oh yeah the rules. the ocd. that's also massively important. oh lord

NICK

I THINK HE'S DATING MR FAROUK KSJFISJFISFJODFJDKFU ok gossips

oh nick's not gonna gossip is he

ok, trying to mentally prepare for this

oh okay that wasn't bad thank god

oh he fell asleep :(

TAO COME ONNNNN

"I love you" "aw I love you too" I'm gonna rip my tits off perhaps

AW I WISH I HAD A BOYFRIEND HSKFJSKFJDKFJ ME TOO JAMES not the boyfriend part, the general feeling of loneliness part

JAMES NO LMAOOOOOOOO someone save isaac from all these allos

ARE YOU AROMANTIC oh my god james I could KISS YOU

im not used to hearing the word "aromantic" so many times it's really starting to feel overwhelming

oh is the wrapping a compulsion? I see it

also friendly reminder that I would kill a man for victoria spring

tori's older sister magic working overtime huh

bro if one (1) nicktori scene has me in *shambles* idk how I'm gonna cope during this winter

✨FRIENDSHIP✨

IT'S LIKE A MINI CHARLIE AAAAAA

oh oh OH OH OH IMOGEN AND SAHAR

SEEMS A BIT GAY TO ME LETS FUCKING *GOOOOOOOO*

time to reunite the meddling gays? please? for me?

I LIVE for established relationship narlie please god let us keep this energy

darcy questioning being called a "lady" oh I am getting fed from EVERY angle this season

tao no

TAO DONT

OH FUCK

lmao not [imogen humming nonchalantly] jskgjdkgjdkgj me

IM NOT APOLOGIZING YEAH WELL I'M NOT APOLOGIZING EITHER COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL

I love that imogen can just be like "oh yeah I used to be into nick" with her whole friend group that includes nick and the love of nick's life

sahar we GET IT you don't wanna hear about imogen's boyfriends we get it

LITTLE PLANE omg

elle calling tao out on his bullshit is so good we love elle

god. will gao is a national treasure

THEYRE *NOT* HAVING THIS CONVERSATION OVER FISH

oh my god nick should grow up and be a therapist honestly

UH ME AND SAHAR AREN'T A COUPLE - BUT WHO SAID WE WERE

MAYBE STOP ACTING LIKE A COUPLE THEN?????

"I don't think we're talking about fish anymore" yeah honestly darcy we kinda got that

WHEN I FIRST REALIZED I LIKED CHARLIE I CRIED AT AN AM I GAY QUIZ NOIOIOSKFLSJFKSJFKSJFKDFJDKFKDLFKDLFKDLFK

NICK IS WESR TO GODKFLDKFOSOFLFKDLFKDLFKDLFLDLFK

oh he's tired, baby boy :(

god tao I love you but you come on SO STRONG sometimes oh my god

"cause he can barely talk to ME about it" bro 😭😭😭😭😭

HE GOT HIM A LEMUR PLUSHIE I WILL *KILL MYSELF*

those casual I love yous are going to destroy me

YOU LIKE MY SMELL?????

oh that was absurdly precious

"oh wow it's wrapped very neatly" haha yeah..... about That........

I KNEW the sneak peek cut right before nick said "I love you" I KNEW IT oh my god

bro if they say ily one more time I might genuinely end it all

oh

yeah, speaking about ending it all

god

god if they don't shower them with awards after this I'm gonna petrol bomb every academy

Oh he's gonna read it

HE'S GONNA READ IT NO I WASN'T COUNTING ON THAT

oh well

that was a thousand times worse than I anticipated

like, a MILLION times worse than I anticipated

oh my god

and it's only gonna get worse I can't deal with this

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Sibling Vibes

Yennefer and Jaskier's early relationship worried Geralt at first. It had caused a certain level of tension that kept Geralt on edge, making him feel like something was coming. Something he would not at all be happy about. He was convinced that Jaskier, at some point, would make a move and try to f**k Yennefer. He had a certain reputation, after all. Geralt was left in a perpetual state of uncertainty.

Geralt knew that Jaskier had considered the idea when he first met her, but at the time he was mildly terrified of her so he elected to behave himself. He was very good at reading people, and it was obvious at the time that Yennefer was not going to put up with his nonsense.

But years later, well after they had figured each other out, he'd never tried to make a move on her. There was nothing but chaste forehead and cheek kisses, hugs, and cuddles, and Jaskier never put his hands on Yennefer in any kind of inappropriate way.

Geralt had been suspicious for a long time, watching Jaskier closely. He was uncomfortable with the way Jaskier seemed so casual about making jokes and calling Yen his 'wife'. He knew Jaskier knew that Yennefer was taken, but that had never stopped Jaskier before. Geralt had heard many of Jaskier's stories about past lovers. Many of them involved individuals in commited relationships.

Geralt wondered how he was still walking this mortal plane.

But Yennefer was different. Jaskier told Geralt one evening, as they sat drinking in Van Roach, that Yennefer was...just special. He loved her in a way that he had never loved a woman before. She made him feel seen, and like he was just an average, irritating brother. She didn't give two sh*ts that he was a Viscount, or a famous bard.

He couldn't really explain the feeling. It was complicated. He knew, without her even telling him, that even though she constantly reminded him of how much she abhorred him and wanted to vomit at the sight of him, that she didn't mean any of it, and that she would go to war for him. She would burn the world to the ground if anyone hurt him. Or if he asked it of her.

"She would b*tch about me the whole time, but she would do it without hesitation, and give no quarter. It's actually mildly unsettling, now that I think about it."

"I know it sounds stupid...but she's...she's the b*tchy, edgy, slightly unhinged-- probably demon possesed -- sister that I didn't know I was missing in my life. The thought of touching her like that... I could never! It feels wrong, and it makes me feel sick to my stomach."

"Geralt, you know how I am. A week or two and I would be chasing someone else's a**. I don't want that for her. I won't do that to her. I won't f**k either of you like that."

"What do you mean how would I-!" *offended gasp* "How dare you! I'm trying to have a heartfelt conversation with you, and you are making jokes!"

Yennefer had summed her thoughts up less poetically, and much more consicely.

"He's a f***ing aggravating, derpy a**, sing-songy manwh*re, who is so f***ing stupid I don't know how he's survived this long. But he's so babygirl I can't help but like him!"

"Oh please! He's not my type."

*eyeroll* "Big, beefy, oblivious, white-haired himbos with better tits than me and dummy thicc a**es."

"You f***ing heard me."

Geralt had been left feeling kind of silly for not trusting his own family. Every day that passed from then on was just more proof that what they had said was true.

Geralt realized that was what was special about Jaskier. Sure, he was a genious when it came to his craft, but he was also gifted at reading people and he naturally interacted with them in the way that balanced them; gave them what their heart needed the most.

Geralt thought about his own interactions with Jaskier. He knew he tended to brood, and be too serious. He kept things to himself and self-isolated. Jaskier balanced him out by bringing the humor, playfulness, and extroversion Geralt needed.

He could see that Jaskier was meeting a need in Yennefer that she probably didn't know she was ignoring. Something her heart needed. He was allowing her to have a little of the life she could have had if she had not been sold to Aretuza. She was experiencing life with a sibling.

There was a certain level of bellicosity to their interactions. It appeared as if they lived for confrontation, craved it, bickering just like siblings would. Neither of them could let an opportunity to make a comment go to waste. Geralt secretly kept a score card on who came up with the best insults. Jaskier was winning so far, but only because he was a bard, and words were his business.

There were pranks, and made up games, and hundreds of little things they did to each other to pester, annoy, and irritate. Most of them, if not all of them, were f***ing childish, which somehow made it even more amusing.

Their pranks on each other were just as childish and sometime impressively creative/sneaky. They were mostly harmless and didn't make too much of a mess, and the way they would scream when they got pranked was somehow satisfying.

Names were often called, but in an affectionate way. It was all in the tone of voice. There was a difference, Yennefer insisted, between "b**tard", and "b**stard" (affectionate), even though it sounded the exact same to Geralt.

And there were the times when they were so soft with each other. Just little quiet moments where they stopped pretending to hate each other and would be disgustingly cute or playful. They really were like a brother and sister.

The only thing that gave Geralt a headache about their relationship was how it could just randomly change. One moment they were close, loving siblings, then they were being brats to each other, taking immense joy in f***ing with each other, then they were threatening to disown each other, then Yennefer was jumping Geralt's a** for something he said to Jaskier, or both of them had ganged up on him and were being petty little a**holes becuase Geralt had p*ssed one of them off.

It was exhausting, and that was why Geralt called them the Chaotic Siblings. It was as if everyday they woke up and chose violence. But Geralt couldn't complaint too much. It was free entertainment after all!

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Operation Death Wish | Chapter 5

Masterlist

Synopsis: Jake Seresin knew what it was like to lose people he loved, he’d been losing them his whole life. Yet in the midst of chaos as the world as he knew it ended Jake found somebody he never wanted to lose. But what if he’d already lost her. Warnings: swearing, dystopian descriptions, gore, death, violence, alien descriptions, fighting, 18+ (minors dni), angst, some fluff at times, contains smut, swearing and sexual images. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jake’s heart was pounding as he ran, he lost you in the midst of the action, unsure of which way you or the others had gone. The gunfire had ceased and Jake had crept away, making a beeline for the trees to find shelter and to find you. His mind raced with endless possibilities, what if you were injured or worse? He’d never forgive himself if something happened to you. He wanted to use his torch, he knew he’d have a better chance of finding you but he couldn’t risk one of those things seeing it. He stumbled aimlessly, tripping over tree roots and cursing as he went. A stick cracked under his boot and that’s when he heard it, a small voice calling out. He approached slowly, trying to get his bearings on the situation. He could make out a figure in the gloom. They were turning around worriedly, searching in every direction and as he moved closer they called out. “Jake?”

He could recognise that voice anywhere and stepped out into the clearing.

“Jake!” You said again as he appeared. Now if you’d been thinking rationally you would have greeted him normally but after the events of the night you just wanted him to hold you. Without even thinking you threw yourself into Jake’s arms and smashed your lips into his. He lifted you with ease and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as he cradled you close, reciprocating the kiss just as passionately.

“I thought I’d lost you,” you cried, “I thought I'd lost you all and I was so scared, Jake. I was so scared.” Jake watched the tears begin to fall down your cheeks and he could no longer keep his own tears at bay.

“It’s ok, Babygirl. I’ve got you, I’m here now and I’m never leaving you again. I swear.”

After a few more moments of sharing a loving embrace you both pulled away and Jake placed you gently back on the ground.

“Where are the others?” You asked, watching as Jake surveyed the area, keeping you close to his side.

“I don’t know, but we need to keep moving. Those things have our scent now and they’ll be hunting us. We’ve got to keep moving.”

“But Phoenix…”

“Phoenix is smart and so are the others. They know what to do in tough situations. We are all heading to the same place so we’re likely to run into them soon.” Jake could see the worry in your eyes and rested both his hands on your shoulder, looking at you.

“I know you're worried about them but at the moment my one priority is keeping you safe and to do that we have to find shelter. Ok?”

“Ok,” you responded quietly, feeling like a small child as you followed after him.

It felt like you had been walking forever, stumbling over roots and between bushes before you came out to a clearing by the roadside. The rickety sign to your left swung in the wind, screeching loudly and causing you to jump. Jake had beckoned you to follow him, heading down the road to the right. The streets were lined with abandoned shops, all with their windows smashed and glass littering the pavement. They must have been raided for supplies when everything fell. Jake was ahead of you and he had stopped, looking in the window of one of the stores. As you reached him you saw what he was looking at, it was a baby rattle with a plane-shaped wooden top. Your heart felt warm as you looked at him, this tough aviator looking in awe at a baby rattle. Reaching out you took Jake’s hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

“I always wanted a family of my own,” Jake whispered and you could see the tears forming in the creases of his eyes.

“You will have a family like that someday, Jake, I promise you.” Jake looked down at you, his eyes darkening slightly as he watched you. You smiled at him, reaching through the broken glass and retrieving the rattle before placing it into Jake’s hand. “For the future,” you told him.

Jake couldn’t decide if he wanted to hold you close and hug you or put a baby in you right there and then. He did neither and just watched as you moved further up the road. You were going to be the death of him.

You continued, leaving the row of shops behind you and heading further into the forest again. You came to a small row of houses set in a neat line. They looked in pretty good condition considering how everything else was now.

“We should check them out for supplies and maybe a place to stay for the night,” Jake instructed you, leading the way towards the first house. The door was locked but Jake managed to pick it up with ease. You’d watched as he scrunched his nose, the muscles in his arms flexing with the effort as he fiddled with the lock. At that moment you couldn’t help but think he looked like someone out of Mission Impossible or a Bond movie. Agent Seresin had a nice ring to it.

The house was spookily quiet, nothing squeaked or creaked as you moved through, the only noise being your heavy boots on the wooden floors. Walking along the halls, glancing at the dusty photos that had once been placed so lovingly showing family portraits, children, birthdays and holidays. It made you mourn for your own family a little, thinking back to your photo albums filled with memories of love. You’d been so preoccupied that you didn't notice Jake watching you. He was seated on the stairs, his hand running through this tousled blond hair and his eyes dark.

“The place is clear. We can stay here for the night,” he declared, standing and stretching his long legs. “There are two rooms, you can take the biggest one.” He gave you a small smile before heading up the stairs. You watched him disappear, silently longing for him to come back down and say that you could share a room. You didn’t really want to be on your own after everything, you wanted Jake close by, comforting you and making you feel safe. Reluctantly you followed him, poking your head around the doors until you found him. He’d pulled the blinds closed and turned on his torch. His back was to you as he undressed, removing his jacket and shirt. You watched as the muscles of his back rippled, the torch light casting shadows over the chiseled muscles. Your mouth went dry as he bent down, removing his trousers until he was left in just his black boxers. You noted the significant bulge protruding from the front of the shorts and gulped as you watched him bend over again, picking up his clothes and placing them neatly on the chair. You knew you shouldn’t be watching him, it wasn’t proper, he was your colleague and friend and you were engaged to a man you loved dearly. But Jake was here with you and right now that was what you needed, you needed him.

“Jake,” you whispered quietly, causing him to jump slightly, whipping around to face you.

“Are you ok?” He asked quickly, concern evident on his handsome face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… well it’s just that…'' you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before speaking again. You stepped further into the room until you were just mere feet apart. “I want you, Jake.”

Jake was taken aback for a moment. How was this beautiful woman standing in front of him wanting to be with him? He couldn’t find the words to reply so instead stepped closer so your chests were touching and placed his hands on your waist. You were looking up at him all doe-eyed and vulnerable and Jake couldn’t help the feeling that his boxers were becoming tighter. You were so close that he could feel your breath fanning across his cheeks.

“Jake, I want you,” you repeated again and Jake took that as his sign, leaning down and capturing your lips between his. You groaned involuntarily at the contact which only made Jake work harder to encourage you to moan further. He backed you back slowly until your legs hit the bed, falling backwards onto the soft material. Jake was above you in seconds, nipping harshly at the soft flesh above your breasts. His hands roamed down your body, caressing every mound and curve as if you were his life source. His fingers danced along the hem of your shirt before pulling it up, exposing the smooth flesh of your stomach. You moaned again as Jake moved to press hot, opened-mouthed kisses against your skin, causing the heat to flood straight to your core and making you rub your legs together in frustration. Jake noticed, letting out a small chuckle as he pulled your shirt over your head. Then he froze, looking down at you sadly. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes before turning away from you. “I can’t do this,” he whispered slowly, climbing off of you and sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. You lay there watching him utterly confused. For a man who had been shamelessly flirting with you since you’d met he picked a pretty bad time to lose interest.

“What do you mean you can’t do this? Why not?” You demanded, moving to sit beside him.

“You're engaged to be married to another man, I can’t just sleep with you.”

“But Jake, I want to be with you…”

“And I won’t be anyone’s second best,” Jake snapped, standing up from the bed and looking at you in a way he never had before. You were scared, you’d never seen him like this.

“I can’t be with you because as soon as we get to the base you’ll go back to Bradley and get married and you’ll pretend like this never happened. I can’t go back to living without you and I refuse to be some one-night stand that’s just a quick fuck and nothing more.This is just a self-preservation thing... because once we go there, once we are that intimate, I'll be even more in love with you. So, for my own sake, I need you to feel the same, that this is something you want, that you'll keep me.”

Jake’s face was red and you could see the tears rolling down his cheeks as he spoke.

“I love you but I won’t be your second choice.”

You stood from your seat on the bed, moving to stand beside him and placing a hand on his firm chest. “You’re not my second choice, Jake. Not by a long shot. Bradley and I were childhood sweethearts, he is safe and familiar and comfortable but Jake you are fast and dangerous and passionate. I want you, Jake. I want all of you.” As you spoke Jake’s eyes grew darker, forming black orbs. He took a hold of your hips again, pushing you towards the bed.

“I want you too, Darlin’,” he growled, sending shivers down your spine.

Jake leaned in, kissing the sweet spot on your neck as you closed your eyes, tilting your head back against the pillow. His hands began to trail down to your chest, unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room carelessly, finding it was a problem for later. Jake brought his mouth down to swirl circles around your nipple, causing you to moan which only made Jake chuckle. You slipped your fingers into his hair, tugging at the blond roots encouraging Jake to suck your nipple harder, taking the tender flesh between his teeth and pulling gently. His other hand trailed down your stomach and began unbuttoning your trousers, slipping his hand beneath the fabric and began rubbing lazy circles on your clit, causing you to lurch your hips upwards into his hand needily. He took this as an opportunity to push your trousers down to your knees, leaving your nipple exposed to the cold air and causing you to groan.

“So needy for me, Babygirl,” Jake whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps over your skin, and your heart pounded in your chest.

"Jake," you groaned, your knuckles turning white from gripping the bed sheets.

Jake grinned at you, swiping his fingers up your soaking-wet lips as his thumb continued grazing your already sensitive clit. He looked up at you, watching as your face contorted, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he slipped one finger inside of you, quickly followed by another as he began to pump in and out. His pace was relentless and you could feel your stomach tighten, bucking your hips upwards into his hand. When Jake pulled away you whined loudly, close to tears.

“No, Jake please,” you cried, grabbing at him pitifully.

“It’s ok, Babygirl. I wanna taste you first.” You watched in awe as he pushed his two fingers between his lips, tasting your juice and moaning as he did so. Heat rose to your cheeks as you watched him sucking, wishing it was you instead of his own fingers. Squirming impatiently, Jake took that as his cue. He pulled his boxers down, relieving his extremely hard cock. You gasped at the size of him, which only causes him to smile wider.

“Like what you see, Sweetheart,” he was back to his normally cocky self, standing proudly in front of you.

“Very much so,” you managed to squeak out. You’d never had someone so big before, Bradley was a substantial size but Jake was something else.

He leant forward, angling himself above you so his angry red tip brushed against your folds teasingly.

“Can I?” He asked you, looking up at you almost innocently and you could see all the love and affection in his eyes as he caressed your hips, waiting for your answer.

“Please, Jake, please,” you begged, gripping hold of the soft hair at the base of his neck, tugging him towards you and placing a soft kiss against his lips. He sighed, relaxing into your hold. “Please, Jake.”

He didn’t need to be told again, pushing into you slowly. You both groaned in unison, enjoying the slight burn as he stretched you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had sex, your fingers had become your best friends for the last 6 months and now Jake was stretching you deliciously.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Baby” Jake moaned as he began to move, his thrusts agonisingly slow but hitting all the right spots and sending waves of pleasure through you. You gasped as you felt Jake brush his thumb over your clit, causing the already overstimulated flesh to tingle as he continued his movements.

“Jake… please…faster,” you panted out, gripping desperately to his strong shoulders. Jake’s pace was relentless, his hips pounding into your own. Your nails scratched down his back, leaving raised angry marks but Jake barely noticed, too focused on watching as you looked up at him, eyes half closed and mouth slightly agape in a silent moan.

“God you're so perfect,” Jake growled, burying his head in the crook of your neck, sucking gently at your collarbone. You moaned and arched your back, feeling tears start to slip down your cheeks as the pressure in your stomach continued to build, feeling like nothing you’d ever felt before.

“Please, Jake please…” you continued to beg him as he adjusted his hips slightly, slipping his hand under your back to raise your hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot every time.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed, your body shaking violently, nails digging harshly into Jake’s shoulders as you threw your head backwards, gasping loudly. You felt liquid trickling down your legs as you rode out your orgasm. The sight of you underneath him, quaking and moaning tipped Jake over the edge as he milked his orgasm, enjoying the delicious squeeze as your body contracted around him.

"J-Jake," you cried out, voice shaky and eyes filled with tears.

“It’s ok Babygirl, I’ve got you,” Jake pulled you closer, holding your shaking frame against his own as you came down from your highs.

“Jake, I…” you began, worriedly looking between you at the mixture of fluids on your legs.

“It’s ok, Darlin’ don’t worry about it. I’ll get you all cleaned up.”

“But Jake I’ve never…” you began, looking worriedly at him, hiding your face utterly embarrassed.

“Hey, hey look at me. It’s ok. I’m so proud of you, Babygirl. You took me so well.” He placed a small kiss on your head, smiling down at you happily. He looked so in love.

He stood from the bed, moving to grab his shirt and passing it to you which you accepted gratefully, pulling it over your head and inhaling his scent. Jake disappeared out of the room and you lay back on the bed, reliving the image of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. At the mere thought of Jake, your body began to twitch involuntarily and you sighed, completely spent. When Jake reappeared he had a bottle of water and a cloth.

He handed you the bottle while he knelt between your legs, gently wiping the fabric over your sensitive flesh. You let out a small moan, causing Jake to smirk satisfied with his efforts.

Once he’d cleaned you up he lay beside you, pulling you close to his chest and kissing you again.

“Jake?” You mumbled quietly.

“Yes, Darlin’,” Jake replied, craning his neck to look at you from where you’d buried your head against him.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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Criminal Minds 2x18 - Live Star Reaction

Sunny said this is one of her faves so I must do what I do best (babble incoherently

A THREEQUEL ????? We don't normally get a "Previously on" for this show

is SOMEONE gonna say something about how Reid is acting (besides Em and Derek, my beloveds)

getting killed by a natural disaster on the murder show is kinda super lame

did he just FAKE A SERIAL KILLER DEATH ??????

WILLIAM LEMON TANGO !!!! YEEAAAAHHH

"Til he kills again" Hotch really knows how to lighten up the mood

💜 Ethan 💜

Reid is being such a Dick to Emily specifically, idk if it's cause she's new so he doesn't trust her as much (he's reluctant to accept help and keeps lashing out but when Morgan pushed a little, Spence caved in and talked to him) or of something about her bothers him (like idk they're both the most brainy, some competitiveness that's been amped up cause of what happened)

Morgan doing a little ✌️ while being introduced in tHE MIDDLE OF AN ACTIVE CRIME SCENE (I love him so much, I actually can't stand it)

oh no he cut "Jones" into the wall, SORRY IM STUPID

I really like Lemon Tango SKSKSK he has such a Noir Detective Vibes

I never know if I'm being smart when I figured something out before the characters or if the show writers make it easier for the audience on purpose (not that I did this time but I have my big brained moments)

"Reid you scared me!" "always been one step ahead of you, man" yeah no, I agree with the fandom on this one KSKSKSKS

REID ???? ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE ?? THERE'S A ON GOING MURDER INVESTIGATION ???

"this is New Orleans, honey. It's a culture thing" JJ is stronger than me, I would've fucked this man in the middle of that full bar

"and this involves the case, how?" "it doesn't, I'm just flirting" 😶 sunny I think there might another request coming your way soon 😶

also Emily and Derek are my new favorite besties, I love their interactions so much <3

when they first referenced Jack the Ripper, I was gonna make a (probably not tasteful) "historical reparations" joke bUT YEAH NO KINDA EXACTLY THE ROUTE THEY'RE GOING

"What do we know about Female Serial Killers?" *has read exactly 1 book about them* not much *Reid mentions Aileen Wuornos* hEy I KNOW THAT ONE !

is it gonna be that woman in blue who sent Lemon Tango the drink?

I'll never remember his name right (Lamontagne ?)

SAY IT EMILY, GET HIS ASS (I know he went through a lot but someone needs to get his ass back into shape)

Breaking News: Man with the Worst Game Ever gets gutted in an alley (I wrote this before his body showed up, she actually dumped him in a alley)

JONES ?? J R ??? FUCKING JONES MAYHAPS ???? If this guy's name is Jones I'm gonna... Nevermind :3

Can we bring Elle back for one ep so she can shoot this guy too? (Jr guy)

It is the second time (that I remember) that Derek has called Garcia "mama" and I think I might have AO3 business to attend to later today (THESE TWO ARE KILLING ME SMALLS)

"Awn babygirl you never disappoint" 😩😩😩😩 HE STARTED TO SEDUCE ME, I STARTED TO BE SEDUCED BY HIM

William put his gun down and I literally let out an almost impressed gasp like "...Lemon Tango !" SKSKSLSK that's his name forever now

this ep makes me really sad, this actress is killing me, wE GONNA GET YOU SOME THERAPY BBY ! I feel really bad for cases like this one, literally so many people had a hand in those murders, it's not her fault

oh thank fucking god, it's finally Gideon Dad Time

"I'll never miss another plane again" good job baby <3 ily... nOW GO APOLOGIZE TO EMILY

I REALLY FUCKING LIKED THIS EPISODE !!

[flutterbyfairy]

[image description: an informative comic about OCD, narrated by a cartoon ant. there are nine pages, all of which are in a light brown, dark purple, and white colour palette and feature cartoon bugs.

first page

text reads "what is OCD? an informational comic!!

when most people think of obsessive compulsive disorder, they picture someone who likes things to be spotless and symmetrical... someone which has all their ducks in a row." the cartoon ant is pictured scrubbing a bench, and counting a row of toy ducks.

the text continues, "but unfortunately OCD is not the "liking to clean shit" disorder. OCD is about fear."

second page

text reads "an obsession is a horrible fear that causes repeated intrusive thoughts". the ant is shown very panicked, with a thought bubble reading "what if my mom is dead?".

text continues, "a compulsion is an action that gives you temporary relief from those thoughts". the ant calls their mom, asking "hey mom! how ya doing?". their mom responds "oh i'm doing alright".

text continues, "we live in an ocean of uncertainty and the way we cope with that can be less than ideal". the ant is shown shining a torch, behind them text reads "is that a mole or is that cancer? heart attack or panic attack? what if i die in a plane crash? did i lock the door? am i going to hell? what if the police are after me? what if everyone hates me?".

in the light shone by the torch, the ants mom looks concerned, and speaks into the phone "this is the fifth time you've called me today babygirl".

third page

text reads "obsessive compulsive behaviour can seem pretty bizarre". the ant is shown counting tiles in their bathroom, with a thought bubble that reads "if i don't count my bathroom wall tiles my house will explode".

the text continues, "it usually starts from a place of reason, but can descend, into utter irrationality". under each portion of that sentence the ant is shown in different stages of developing an obsession: first pointing at a visibly mouldy food, thinking "this looks mouldy! better toss it!", then holding a banana, thinking "is this a weird colour? is that mould? better toss it just in case", and lastly frantically pulling food from their cupboard, thinking "this can has a dent! fish might contain mercury! this label looks weird! it's all poison! toss it! toss it! toss it!".

text continues, "most people with OCD are well aware their compulsions don't make any sense, but it's hard to reason yourself out of terror, and the more you do these compulsions, the harder it is to stop". the ant is shown trapped in the middle of a large spiral of smaller ants.

fourth page

text reads "because here's the catch... compulsions make you feel safe in the moment...". the ant stands in a doorway opening into a dark room, with the light behind them casting a large shadow. they exhale in relief, thinking "okay i checked the lock five times, now nobody will kill me in my sleep".

text continues, "but ultimately they reinforce the obsession, making it stronger."

inside a circle of two arrows which loop into each other, one labeled "obsession" and the other "compulsion", text reads "it's a feedback loop of fear!"

in the ants shadow is text representing the intrusive thoughts that follow the ants relief after repeatedly checking their lock, which reads "five times isn't enough, check again, you did it wrong! buy another lock, you will die, check again".

text concludes "this is OCD".

fifth page

text reads "OCD can present in many different ways. a well known obsession is contamination - another is 'checking things'. but an obsession can be... anything! OCD can look like..."

following this is four examples of obsessions, named and with an accompanying drawing. these are:

1. "compulsive prayer": ant is shown praying, thinking "please god don't let me die in my sleep tonight and make me burn in hell forever!!! amen".

2. "seeking reassurance": ant texts someone on their phone - asking "do you love me?", the recipient responds "yes!" to which ant replies "are you sure?". they think "okay what does 'yes!' really mean? they took a while to respond, what if they hate me? what if i'm annoying?".

3. "counting": ant is shown counting aloud many ducks all lined in rows - "27, 28, 29, 30...".

4. "spending too much time on webMD": ant is shown searching rabies symptoms on webMD. they think "could i have rabies? the neighbours dog scratched me two years ago - what if it's been dormant all this time? do i have these symptoms? am i dying? oh no...".

text reads "some people don't have external compulsions at all! this is known as 'purely obsessional' OCD, or pure O".

sixth page

text reads "let's hear some OCD facts!" below this are four facts about OCD, as follows:

"1. it's shockingly common! 1 in 40 people have OCD according to the world health organisation."

39 ants are shown in rows, with one standing to the side exclaiming "wait really?".

"2. OCD often starts in adulthood. about 50% of people begin showing symptoms of OCD in childhood and 50% in adulthood average age of onset: 19."

next to this is a two panel drawing: in the first ant is shown wearing a party hat and about to cut into a birthday cake with a big "19" candle. they say "gee, i sure am glad i don't have a mental illness!". the second is a close up of their face with a dark background, with their eyes drawn as white, indicating sudden shock or doom.

"3. obsessions wax and wane. for many, OCD is episodic. between fear cycles, one may feel better or even completely normal".

accompanying this fact is a circle formed of four joining arrows, titled "the OCD cycle". the arrows are 1: "obsession", 2: "fear", 3: "compulsion", and 4: "relief", which joins back onto "obsession".

"4. OCD is incredibly misunderstood. in everyday language, obsessive compulsive is used as a synonym for 'tidy' or 'meticulous'. this results in people not taking OCD seriously. even worse, people with OCD don't understand what is happening and don't seek help!".

two drawings accompany this fact. in the first ant stares at a weevil, who shows off their tidy closet saying "i'm sooo OCD - i love to organise!". in the second ant stands in the middle of a mess of clothes, papers, and rubbish, with a thought bubble that reads "what? i have OCD but my room is a mess".

seventh page

text reads "now... pop quiz! this is jeff". an arrow points to jeff, a bug shown standing in his neat and orderly home.

text continues, "jeff keeps his home spotless and lines up objects in groups of three.

is jeff... A. someone with OCD, B. autistic, C. a silly billy. vote now on your phones!!

and the answer is...

you can't tell! motivation matters. remember, OCD is about fear."

below this two alternate jeffs are shown. the first jeff lines up a group of three objects, thinking "oh boy! i sure do love lining up these objects!" - this jeff is labeled "not OCD". the second jeff, though almost identical, is shown sweating and fearful, thinking "there must be three or god will not let me into heaven" - and is labeled "OCD".

eighth page

text reads "final note: OCD is a very serious mental illness. i joke around, but i can't properly put into words how much of a nightmare it can be.

there's a decent chance you read this comic and related to it, and an even higher chance it made you think of someone you love.

i made this comic because i have OCD, and a year ago, i didn't know what that was. i didn't know that...

OCD can be managed. i spent last christmas terrified that everyone was trying to poison me. but this christmas i had a potluck with my friends, which is pretty cool!"

ant is shown enjoying cake from a table piled with food, surrounded by other bugs - all of whom look happy.

ninth page

text reads "moving forward"

on a notebook, the text continues, "OCD can be treated with:

• exposure and response prevention therapy (ERP*)

• cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT*)

• medication

there's also support groups and helpful online resources (linked below)

*(ERP is) not to be confused with erotic roleplay

*(CBT is) not to be confused with... you know"

ant lays back, saying "and now that you know what OCD is.. wanna know the first rule of OCD club?". jeff begins to say "don't talk about-", before being interrupted by ant saying "no! don't feed the obsession! of course...

thanks for reading, i hope y'all learnt something. bye!" ant waves happily to the reader.

end description.]

Greetings bugs and worms!

This comic is a little different than what I usually do but I worked real hard on it—Maybe I'll make more infographic stuff in the future this ended up being fun. Hope you learned something new :)

If you are still curious and want to learn more about OCD, you can visit the International OCD Foundation's website. I also recommend this amazing TED ED video "Starving The Monster", which was my first introduction to the disorder and this video by John Green about his own experience with OCD.

The IOCDF's website can also help you find support groups, therapy, and has lots of online guides and resources as well if you or a loved one is struggling with the disorder. It is very comprehensive!

Reblog to teach your followers about OCD

(But also not reblogging doesn't make you evil, silly goose)

[crystallineirises]

Succession 4.3: Connor’s Wedding Liveblog

I’ve never done one of these before AYE

I turned my phone OFF for this. Not silent, OFF

HERE WE GO

“dramatic music playing” no shit you know what show this is

KERRY LOOKS FLY

yeah he likes you *eyebrow raise*

Those letters are pretty cool 

NO THE GERRI SLANDER OH SHIT

SO WILL YOU GIVE HER THE HEADS UP

NICER 

“you were close” WELP is that what the kids are calling it

GIVE. HER THE WORD. TODAY.

*lively music*

Shiv in black is a mood

Tom is Joan Rivers this season i’m living

GREGGING

GREGLETS

GREGGIES

Willaaaaaaa a princess hoe is life ugh love her

I can’t believe the Togan girlies are winning i’m so thrilled for them

OH SHIT CYD TOO

Karolina watch your ass 

DAMN Karolina said fuck my work wife

THEME SONG

my comment about Gerri blowing these fools away with hat!pistol really would be justified 

DAMN I’m glad I switched to the Ted Lasso side as far as romantic ships for this season cause we ain’t winning over here

GOLF CART RICH BITCH

Omg is that Laurie

babygurl is STRESSED

TOM LOOKIN SINISTER

MARTYN

GERRI KNOWS

SHE CANT GO TO EUROPE RUDE

WHY

DICPICGATE

SHE IS FUMING

I’M GOOD

The I’M GOOD heard around the WORLD

OH NO THE TEARS 

OOOOOOH this was bruuuutaaaallll

This poor wedding planner lol that’s gonna be me in two weeks

BEING CUNTY

ARE YOU BEING A CUNT

Kendall looking sharp AF go bitch go

Sup Julie you’re an icon too 

Every assistant level person on this show is an icon

Gerri’s like let me get wasted it’s about go down go DOWN 

Roman why’s your hair so fucked lol i know we’ve talked about it but like wow

What if that was Gerri texting him pictures of her pussy lol

This bitch ain’t sick stop lol

Wait

Wut

OH 

OH FUCK

guess it’s not 9/11 part 2 guess it’s just an old man being an old man lol

Oh it’s Grey’s Anatomy all of a sudden

ON THE GROUND

ON THE FLOOR

TONIGHT WE GON GET IT ON THE FLOOR

his poor sad voice BABYGIRL

YOU DID A GOOD JOB

my heart feels all PANICKED

wow no one thought to start looking for Shiv Jess would never let this happen

SHIVY HONEY

this camera work is beautiful 

I CAN’T HAVE THAT

Sarah Snook’s shaking hands just won her an Emmy

Not to be rude but does this mean Gerri is saved

lovely good plane people

JESS my other baby girl

KEN GO INSIDE WE DON’T LIKE KEN BY WATER

OH wow pilots saying no 

“he’s flying the plane, son” LOL

we were really thinking we’d have to wait around all season for this NO BITCH THIS iS LIVE

Damn

*pours one out*

I just literally poured seltzer water on my carpet

Damn Kerry I sure hope you got that baby though 

GASP

CONNOR

the framing of this shot is gorgeous 

HENEVEREVENLIKEDMEEEEEEEEEEEE

i never got the CHANCE to make him proud of ME

Weddings are just really not good for these people

i wonder how fuckin rich they just got dude lol

oh Roman is the babiest babygirl bad day for Roman all around

And Gerri can’t even comfort him or NOTHIN 

SQUAD

Karolina is that bitch and i’m so about it put her high up in the Kerry/Jess administration

okay $100 bucks says Kerry murdered him

KAROLINA SAID GET OUT LEAVE RIGHT NOW 

Gerri > POTUS as it should be 

DELETE THE LOGISTICS

oh TOM I LOST MY PROTECTOR Togan was real AF for these three episodes

GASP Gerri 

Oh Karolina tryna make up now I don’t know about that 

“are you just with me for money” you...but...like...

Reagan’s with tweaks lol

How do they know already wow did Greg fuck that up 

THAT THE DANCE YOU LIKE SHIV STAY SWINGING

ooook oooooh they’re alone in a room 

Just kidding Roman’s outside now 

CONTROLLL TO GET WHAT I WANT 

GANG IS BACK 

OH HE WANTED HER TO HOLD HIM SO BADLY DAMN us Roman/Gerri babies is suffering 

These strings are going crazy hell yeah scoring

lol everyone with their handshakes

PRESS PRESS PRESS PRESS PRESS LOGANS DONT NEED MORE PRESS

WE INTEND TO BE THERE BAM

Roman said yeaaaah i know it’s stupid, i just gotta SEEEE it for MYSELFFF

[amostimprobabledream]

Thoughts of The Boys (2019) Season Two *SPOILERS*

I didn't enjoy this season as much as Season One, I have to admit. Not that it was BAD, but it took a lot longer to settle into itself - the first two episodes were kind of boring in comparison to Season One's.

Honestly like, Billy's rampaging over Becca is probably meant to be sweet or misguided or whatever but I just found it fucking annoying. Like she ain't worth it, Billy. She never was. Your friends are so much more fun, fleshed out and interesting. Also I couldn't help but think that Billy didn't really deserve to have Becca back - after how horribly he treats his friends, kills people when it's convenient to his goals and gaslights and manipulates everyone (especially Hughie and MM) if he thinks it will make them more amenable to his cause. He doesn't actually give a damn about Robin or MM's family and it annoys me nobody calls him out on how selfish he is.

Stormfront = Stormcunt. I already knew she was a Nazi before going into the season but I wouldn't have liked her even if she wasn't one, she's one of those people who's like, "Whaaat? I'm just being honest!" when actually she's just an obnoxious bitch. Though I maintain Kimiko deserved to be the one to kill her.

Any scene with Homelander, Ryan and Becca I had to pause because the secondhand embarrassment was TOO MUCH. Honestly seeing Homelander trying to act like a person is almost more unsettling than when he's just being his deranged lunatic self. (Also, Ryan and Becca were so fucking BORING. Any scene with Becca was like watching paint dry - she just exists to be a victim Billy wants to save and that's it. Any scene with them was making me want to scream with how slow it is. I'm glad she won't be in Season 3, because why should I give a shit about Becca and her boring relationship melodrama with Billy? They try so hard to make her cool and sorry but it doesn't work. And Ryan's even worse, no shade to his actor but some child character who's scared of using his own superpowers is also pretty dull.)

Maeve is also super, super boring. Like part of the fun of The Boys is the Supes are all inherently shitty people (except Starlight) but Maeve doesn't ever really DO anything. Nearly all her scenes are just her sitting around with a face like ":/" Like honestly, why the hell should I care about Maeve? What's her character progression? She doesn't seem to have one except her girlfriend dumped her. She's not interesting to me in any way, she's just kind of there. And even though she did kind of try to convince Homelander to save the people on the plane, but it annoys me the show doesn't hold her accountable for any of it - she's just like, "Wah wah, Homelander made me do it!" and thus she's off the hook for all of it, even though she acts like all those people dying is just a way to get Homelander off her back about Elena. All Maeve cares about is herself and her equally boring girlfriend. (Sorry Maeve fans, I don't think her being 'yaas bisexual queen' is enough to make her a good character. I guess her helping beat up Stormfront was cool but it's not really enough to make me like her.)

Once again, babygirl Starlight is the best. I was so happy to hear her calling Billy out on his shit - she's like the first person to tell him to his face he's a bigot. (I do wish they'd give her Season 1 costume back though, I feel so sorry for her actress constantly having her buttcheeks hanging out.)

Hughie continues to be so wholesome and sweet. He's really such a great character because he continuously manages to win people over and pull them together - I totally adored the scene where Billy and Starlight are basically just standing around gushing about how Hughie's great, because he absolutely earns all the praise. I was sitting there agreeing with them both wholeheartedly because Jack Quiad just sells the character so well. I'm glad we finally got some sort of explanation about where his mother is - I'm assuming she'll turn up later. (Also I find it amusing that all the way through Season One I thought Billy was meant to be an Aussie, but Hughie's dad is Simon Pegg, who IS British and just does an American accent. I guess American is just easier to do because we hear so much of it on TV.)

I'm happy we finally got some more exploration of MM and Frenchie because for the initial couple of episodes they kind of stood around in the background while Hughie was mad at Billy. In particular Frenchie's history and his complicated relationship with Kimiko got a bit more fleshing out, which it badly needed because up til this point it felt like they'd fallen into being a pseudo-couple pretty quickly. I also liked that MM's prissy mannerisms got some exploration too - I mean him having OCD didn't factor into much of the season but I'm glad that he got a bit of a spotlight episode because he didn't really make much of an impression on me in Season One.

What exactly are Black Noir's superpowers? It's never really explained what he can do - he seems to be unusually strong, durable and fast but it's not as obvious as it is with The Deep or A-Train. Anyway, I'm glad he got to do a bit more this Season than just stand around - he seems to overall have less autonomy than the other members of the Seven.

Anthony Starr is too fucking good at his job. I swear to god he sells Homelander in a way that's quite astonishing. Like, I know he's a murdering bastard of the highest calibre but GOD HE'S SO INTERESTING. When he awkwardly tries to be a good dad to Ryan? When he barely holds himself back from laser blasting an entire crowd just because one guy flipped him off? Astonishing. (Also I still can't help but feel a little bad for him. Like, nothing excuses what he does, but the more you learn about his fucked up childhood, the more you can pity that little boy who was forced to be the world's answer to Superman. Again, I know, Homelander is awful, but he wasn't born that way.) The final scene of him jerking off was kind of...huh? I have no idea what they were going for there.

Where the hell are they going with The Deep and his extremely weird subplot? And how many more marine animals are going to be mutilated for the sake of comedy? I felt so sorry for that whale but god help me it was pretty funny how the characters were running around with whale guts covering them for the rest of the episode. (I do already know about the octopus. RIP.)

I'm legit scared of Season 3 - what will they do next?!

[chiwhorei]

pollock

paring: art major!k. tsukishima x fem!reader

genre: a dash of angst, hurt/comfort, smut, 18+ minors dni

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, fingering, spitting, dacryphilia, praise, daddy kink, breeding kink, impregnating kink, soft and kinda hard dom!tsukki, sub!reader

a/n: ahhhhh!! this is my first longer fic to come out in a while and i am ~so~ excited to share this with everyone. i have been keening over the idea of art!major tsukki and i hope you all like him as much as i do! this is piece is brought to you by the hqhq monthly server collab, so please go check out everyone’s amazing writing, the masterlist can be found here!

hymn: validation by herrick & hooley, cherry hill by russ

“Your work is always technically very well executed, Tsukishima-san.” The round, bald-headed man shuffles through the photos on his desk, pieces of Tsukishima Kei’s senior project that he’s tried to fit together before his final exhibit only four months away.

“But,” the dreaded word has Tsukki restraining himself from a long eye roll, “It seems like you’re stuck. You still need one more piece for the show. What inspires you?”

You hear a resounding slam of the front door swinging open and meeting the frame again, followed by a shuffle of feet towards where you’re standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment. Tsukki’s mouth is set in a flat line, expression softening only slightly when he sees you leaning against the counter. You greet him with a warm, but cautious smile. It had been a horribly long day, grating on every thread of patience Tsukishima has. The bubbling of anxiety and frustration mixing into a sour look on his handsome face. You hate seeing your boyfriend so defeatus, much preferring the sardonic, confident air he usually holds. Both of your final years of college have been exceptionally taxing, Tsukki’s final art project being the most stressing of all. It seems like as days propel forward, closer to his due date, the less assured he is of his talents, his passions. It’s heartbreaking to see someone so brilliant struggle through a million half fleshed-out ideas and crumbled up leaves of paper.

You pull one of his hands to you, examining the stains of paint and ink across his long digits and kissing each finger softly. You wish you could get inside that big head of his and help in some way.

“Did you have a hard day at the studio, Kei?” You wrap your arms around his neck and search his eyes. He’s not always the best at talking to you, especially when he’s upset, so you don’t expect him to give you an answer. Instead, you rub his shoulders, trying to coax the tension out. He sighs deeply at the contact, hands moving to rest at the plush of your hips and gripping tightly when you work at a particularly sore spot.

“You’re too good to me, princess. Thank you” He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, and you nuzzle into him. You don’t have the answers to his current road block, you don’t pretend to. But maybe, you think, you can offer him a more carnal outlet.

“Of course, Daddy.” The name hangs in the air for a moment, any response hitching in his throat. The title is familiar after years of being together, always being both comforting and electrifying. Since the title slipped out years ago for the first time, your boyfriend feels his cool demeanor snapping like a glow stick, leaving hot lust in its wake upon it rolling past your lips.

He pulls you closed to him by your ass, inhaling sharply at the contact on his jeans. All you have on is one of Tsukki’s loose, paint stained sweaters and a thin pair of cotton panties. You brush one of your bare thighs against his crotch, and he feels the stresses of his day falling out of frame. Your body is always a buoy to pull him back from the drowning of self doubt. A perfect slice of heaven he became addicted to from the moment he spotted you across the dusty stacks.

“What inspires you?”

The question rings in his head again, but with a new perspective. Tsukki hears pieces clicking together with your lustrous body pressed against him.

“Babygirl, I think I have an idea. But I’m going to need your help.” His hands move to cup your cheeks, scanning over your features and finding a devious glint behind your soft, e/c eyes. Tsukki trails a thumb over your bottom lip lightly, admiring how you lean into the contact. Always so eager to please him, your temperament goes straight to his cock every time.

“Anything for you, daddy.” You press your forehead against his, waiting patiently for his next move. There’s astounding beauty in the glossy, temperate look in your eyes that he wants to, has to, to freeze in time.

“I have a few things to set up. Come to the office when I call you,” Tsukki pushes a stray hair from your face with a fond smile before walking away, he stops for a moment to look at you over his shoulder, “Naked.”

Your mind races as to what exactly he wants to do with you tonight as you busy yourself with peeling off your clothing. There is very little that you and your boyfriend haven’t tried at least once, but the tone in his voice has left you reeling at the possibilities.

Your eyes catch your reflection in the hallway mirror, naked body completely exposed to your own scrutinizing stare. Had it been the stress causing the image in front of you to be so unsavory? Every plane of skin promoting a different insecurity. A blasted thing a hallway mirror becomes when you’ve never truly loved what stares back. You fuss with your hair in a feeble attempt to make yourself more presentable. The question of how Tsukishima sees you always rattling around in the back of your head, especially standing completely naked and waiting in your own insecurities.

“Princess, come here.” You are pulled from your deprecating thoughts at the sound of Tsukki’s warm voice. You walk into his office, and notice he’s changed into just a pair of grey joggers. The sight of the low hanging garment making you salivate so much you almost miss your surroundings. He’s struck some kind of inspiration, you can see it in his eyes as he adjusts his easel and props up a large, blank canvas. You fiddle with your fingers as he looks up at you.

“Jackson Pollock.” You meet your boyfriend’s eyes, confused by his seemingly random statement as he parses out different colored paints into small bowls. Red, blue, green, yellow. “He poured paint on a flat surface so that he could view every angle color could create, every curve.” Tsukki muses, dipping two fingers into the bright yellow hue sitting next to him, bringing them towards his face with contemplation. “But I think this sweet little body of yours will prove a much better canvas.”

His eyes provide no sign of bluffing, but you stare back at him dumbly. Sure, he’s used you as a muse before. Studying your hands or the way your hair falls in the sketches you see hanging up by his desk behind you. You love when he wants to use your body for inspiration, but is he really going to cover you in paint?

“We both know you don’t mind getting a little messy,” He trails his wet pointer finger across your collarbone, following a line towards your chin. He tilts your head up to meet his eyes, “Open your mouth.”

Your bottom lip parts from the top, eyes following the line of spit that drops from his mouth to your tongue with a resounding put.

You swallow thickly, the feeling of his control already bending your will to meet him at every pass.

“I want you to look nice and fucked out for me, baby. I want to show my stuffy professors where my inspiration comes from. I’m going to capture how sweet and submissive my little princess is and then everyone will get to see what I get to enjoy every night.” His unmarred hand moves towards your already disastrously wet pussy. You’re drooling at even the most slight contact, bucking into his hand in a plea for more. His words, complimentative but unmistakingly domineering, have your head becoming fuzzy.

“Daddy, please. Please touch me.” Your whines are music to his ears.

“Oh princess, I plan on it. But I need you to be good for me. You don’t want to mess up all my hard work do you?” His voice is steady, authoritative but still soft around the edges in a way that makes you feel gooey.

Tsukki leads you to the stool sitting in the middle of the room, and you perch on it with his hands keeping you steady. You are his muse and medium, his subject and his canvas to use in any way desired.

Smudges of color brandish every inch of your skin, each stroke is a reminder of where your lovers hands have been. Blue and pink splatter against your stomach, a vibrant red outline on each curve of your breast and purple fingerprints against your pert nipples. Your legs wear a trail of hand prints towards your glistening cunt, wanton cunt. Each marring of paint sits beside paths of hot, opened mouth kisses.

All that is keeping you balanced on the squeaky wooden stool is Tsukishima’s strong arms holding you captive in place. Your legs had been thrown over his shoulders after painting across your upper thighs in a sea of greys and greens. As soon as Tsukki’s eyes met with your bare cunt, his mouth was quick to follow.

He’s a mess of paint now too, muscular chest and arms covered in pigment and face covered in you. He’s always insatiable, drinking you in like it’s the only source of sustenance left in the world. He knows how to work you, how to propel you towards orgasm in a way no one else has ever been able to do. Worshiping your body with langued strokes of his tongue. You let out a pitchy moan in response to his mouth, pushing you towards an end you can feel in the back of your throat.

“I bet you want to cum don’t you, baby? I can feel it. Such an eager little thing.” Tsukishima ghosts his lips across your hot cunt, blowing at your clit to make you yelp. You’re so close, too close. Dangling above bliss but not tipping over, knowing you need permission. You’ve been so good for him, he has to give you your release.

“Please, daddy. Please let me cum.” Tears wet your cheeks as you beg, holding onto Tsukki’s blond locks like an anchor. All you need is his approval, but instead of persimmon you are met with a bawdy laugh.

You really should have known he wasn’t going to let you go that easy.

Tsukki stands up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. You’re wrecked in every way. Hair loose and disheveled, body dipped in a thin layer of sweat and thick splotches of paint. The look on your face is equal parts pathetic and fervent.

“I need you to sit pretty for daddy, I want to capture how desperately beautiful you look right now.” His words make you preen, but it’s a compliment and a warning at the same time. He wants to capture the look of sweet pain of denied orgasm to display at an art exhibit of both peers and his seniors. Sadistic in Tsukishima’s own unique way.

You should have known better, Tsukki’s patience has always been astounding. You know all he wants to do is bury himself in you, but he wants even more to make you suffer under his stare. There’s plenty of times he unleashes his frustration out on you physically, ripening your ass cheeks in bright red handprints and ensuring you can’t walk in the morning. But it’s these moments that can be even harsher, when he regards you with steely eyes and a aloof threat, that make your nerves catch fire more than a spanking ever could.

He sits down to start sketching on the large canvas in front of him, pinning you to your position with a practiced glare and playing on your desire to please him.

You sit as still as you can, listening to the scratch of pencil on vinyl in an attempt to keep calm. Your cunt is still twitching, puffy and slick propped uncomfortably atop the wooden stool. Tsukki hums along to the rhythmic music coming from his phone speaker, a playlist you know to be the one that helps him concentrate on his work. His brow furrows in concentration, pushing his glasses back in place as he stares at you again. His eyes are calculating and coldly observant, but his mouth quirks up in a surprising smile.

“My perfect baby. So stunning in every way.” His thoughts start tumbling out without his usual sarcastic filter.

“I have never wanted something more in my life than you. All of you, all the time.” A genuine regard for you in the lilt of his voice clamps down on your chest. He’s called you pretty, told you he loved you a million times before, but there’s a calm resonance in his words as his hands move across the white caves in front of him that catches in your throat. With the pressure of graduation looming over the two of you these past few months, romantics have been pushed to the side to make room for laser focus on finishing your degrees.

Your eyes well at his confessional, struck by the vulnerability so unfamiliar to him. You missed this side of your boyfriend, unlocking it incrementally through the years and finding it virtually non-existent recently. He sees your shoulders trembling slightly and tears his eyes up to your form.

“I told you to stay still.” His voice comes out harsh, but melts away when he sees fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.

“Y/n, are you okay? Did I upset you?” He moves to console you, the action causing another round of sobs, your body on edge in every way after both the teasing and his impromptu affirmation. Your response surprises yourself just as much as Tsukki, not realising how starved of his affection you had become.

“I’m sorry daddy, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just- do you mean all that?” You lower your head in embarrassment, and Tsukishima’s heart breaks at the realization. Had he unintentionally disregarded you? Had he been ignoring you?

“Fuck baby, of course I mean it. I’m so sorry I made you doubt that.” He pulls you up into his strong hold, he lets you cry into his shoulder until your wracking sobs simmer to sniffles. He holds you tightly in an attempt at atonement. He has to do something to show you how he feels now that he knows his words have failed him. His actions have to speak in his place.

Tsukishima pulls you away slightly to meet his gaze before colliding his lips against yours. He traces his tongue in sonnets across your mouth, tasting the lingering essence of your arousal and the salt of your tears. He writes prose in the breathy gasps as you part for air, chests heaving. He has to show you what his words won’t always allow him to.

It’s bodies tangled together, covered in the colors of a man trying his best to show you how much he loves you. You had fallen to the floor at the behest of passion, Tsukki’s body covering yours, lips kissing any extension of your skin, uncaring of the paint covering both of your writhing frames.

You paw at his sweatpants as if they are the most offensive thing you’ve ever scene, Tsukki’s cock springs out to slap against the hard muscle of his abdomen. You don’t waste any time lining him up to your dripping folds, you’ve waited long enough. Hips crashing together like a fever dream, you’re wrapped in each other as if there’s nothing else in this world outside of a set of paints and four walls of a dimly lit apartment. The sun could be hurling towards the sidewalk just outside and Tsukishima, usually observant to a fault, would have no idea. All he knows is your body beneath him, clawing desperately at his back with every deep thrust, and the love poem he has written on your body. Reds across your breasts and brandishing your thighs. Greens and yellows across your neck, up your arms. Messy, sticky, covering the thin sheet Tsukki laid out to spare the hardwood.

Your panting, crying out for your daddy and consumed in the salty taste of love and lust crashing together like waves. His cock is heavy inside you, filling you up so completely. Tsukki rowes on, not daring to stop now, not with the resounding drumming of two hearts beat so perfectly together and the feeling of your clenching, velveteen walls hugging him like he’s coming home.

“I am so desperately in love with you. I want you like this, with me, forever.” He’s delirious, drunk on your body. Primal, as he stares down at you, colorful and completely conquered. He sees everything in your eyes, every baser desire, every hope for the future.

“I want to fill you up with my cum, princess. You are mine in every way. God, I want to see you swollen with my baby. Right here.” He presses against your belly, feeling his cock moving inside you from the splotches of pick and blue.

His confessional spurs you on, the emotions overwhelming. Feeling so loved, so needy, wanting everything the blonde above you is willing to give.

“Ah, Daddy! Please, please fill me up. I wa-want you to put a baby in me, I need it.” Your clenching tightly, each pump of Tsukishima’s cock better than the last.

“You are such a good girl baby, always saying exactly what I need to hear. Cum for me, princess, let me see how good I make you feel.”

His warrant is all you’ve needed this whole time, snapping to hours of tension with a sharp cry. You’re thrown into the pooling, honey-sweet feeling of release. Sinking every inch of your aching body into a blissed haze. Your walls spasm violently, tightening around him like a vice. He meets your hips with his own, knocking hip bones together like pool balls and holding himself in your heat as you milk his throbbing cock, stealing every drop of hot, while cum he has to offer.

He crumbles to the floor beside you, pulling you to his chest. Lying in a mess of paint and sweat and staggered breathing. Through the fog still resounding in your head, you hear Tsukki laughing lightly, “How’s that for inspiration?”

-Four Months Later-

You shift on your toes in anticipation, waiting for Tsukishima to release the hold he has around your eyes. You hear the bustle of people around you, the laughter and tinkling of glasses clinking together filling your ears. He kisses your temple before letting go, and you are met with a new reflection of yourself hung proudly on display. All of the places you see blemishes are drawn with vibrant purposeful color. Every curve of your form mapped out with the care only a lover could administer. Your naked form exhibited for hundreds of critiquing eyes, but there’s not a bone in your body that could feel embarrassed in this moment. As reflection so beautiful it’s unbelievable is staring back at you.

“Is this really how you see me, Kei?” You turn around to meet his eyes, his stare holds the love of epics. He would write you novels if he could, but this picture is worth a thousand words.

“Of course it is, baby,” He brings a hand to thumb at your slightly swelling belly.

“Of course it is.”

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Transfer Request- Chapter 4

warnings: explicit sexual content, daddy kink, mentions of a case, canon typical violence

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I wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. I blindly reach toward my nightstand, searching for my water bottle in the dark.

“Keep your mouth shut, y/n, unless you want every FBI agent knowing how good you’re taking your Daddy’s dick.”

I chugged my water, the plastic crinkling in the silent room.

Did I just have a sex dream about Hotch? No, no…

The water spilled on my face and dripped down my chin. I pulled my covers to the side and stepped out of bed, the cool morning air chilling my burning skin. I picked up my phone and saw I had a notification from the man himself, Aaron Hotchner.

From Hotch:

Wheels up at 8:15. Hope to see you there with a smile on your face.

I fight the urge to scream, not wanting to wake my neighbors up at 6:43. I put on a striped button down and tucked it into a pair of black slacks. I decide on boots instead of heels because I would rather not get blood and brains on my nice shoes. I fix my hair and makeup in the bathroom before making myself a pot of coffee. I pour the coffee into two travel mugs, one with a normal amount of sugar and milk, the other with an ungodly amount of sugar for Spencer. I take a protein bar from the cabinet and slip it into my pocket before leaving my apartment. Luckily, the traffic is not as bad this time in the morning, so I arrived at the BAU right on time.

“Morning, babygirl”, Morgan said from his chair.

“Cheating on Garcia now, Morgan?”, I laugh. I walk up to Reid’s desk and place his coffee on his coaster. He looks up for today’s newspaper and his face breaks into a smile.

“You made me coffee?”, he asks. I lean against the edge of his desk and smile.

“I know you have a hard time using the coffee machine”, I tease. He rolls his eyes playfully as he takes a sip from his coffee.

“I’m gifted in other ways”, he mumbled.

I talked with the other agents for a while before we were called for the briefing. The energy in the room immediately changed when Hotch entered. I tried not to make eye contact with him, but his gaze was magnetic. He glared daggers at me and I couldn’t prevent my face from heating up. He looked away quickly, as if I had burnt him with my eyes, and began the briefing.

We are going to a small town in the middle-of-nowhere-Maine. Two children and an adult male, a brother and sister in their early teens and their uncle, were found in the woods. Their bodies were bruised and beaten, but their cause of death was suffocation. Their father abandoned their family ten years prior, their mother is in a coma in the hospital and they were under their uncle's care when they were found.

We all return to our desks to pack our bags. I made sure JJ packed extra Advil because listening to Spencer Reid ramble about the inaccuracy of historical films while you have a headache is a unique kind of tortue. We leave the bureau and arrive at the plane, and as I go to board, I feel a large hand catch my arm.

“Agent y/l/n, I expect you to be civil on this mission. I will not tolerate insubordination, especially from you. We have a job to do and we cannot let our personal lives interfere, otherwise people die. Am I understood, Agent?”, he asks, emotionless.

“Yes, sir”, I hiss, I yank my arm from his grasp and walk up the stairs.

I take a seat next to Morgan, who is already half asleep. As much as I love Reid, it is still much too early to listen to him spit out statistics every time we experience turbulence. I put in my earbuds and leaned back in my seat, trying to enjoy my time and pretend the others were not there.

Three hours later, we land at a small airport fifteen minutes away from our crime scene. We all pack into the car, Spencer and I stuck in the back, Emily and JJ in the middle seats and Morgan and Hotch in the front. As Hotch puts the car in gear, I say a silent prayer. That man drives like he has nothing to live for, and I’d rather not die in a shitty rental car.

In the front, the four adults had a conversation about the case while Spencer and I thumb wrestle. I lost every round, but to be fair, he had freakishly big hands.

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You’re Home

Clay Spenser x Reader

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This Months Writing

“Mummy, will daddy be home for my birthday tomorrow?” Larni asked, looking up at you with her big blue eyes as she sat on the kitchen side watching you make dinner.

“Larni baby, I don’t know” you sighed standing in front of her, placing your hands on her knees. “I haven’t spoke to him for a couple of days but he should be calling tonight, hopefully he knows when he will be heading home”

“I miss him” she pouted. “I don’t like it when he goes away”

“Neither do I pumpkin but it’s his job okay” You said softly brushing her blonde curls out of her face, she was the spitting image of Clay, even down to her mannerisms, so at times it made it harder when he was on deployment. “But tell you what, how about we stay up and have a movie night and wait for daddy to call”

Before she could respond the laptop started going off to signal Clay was calling, glancing up at the clock, it was too early for him to be calling, but it probably meant he wasn’t going to make his usual call.

“Daddddy” Larni giggled as she tried to jump off the counter but you caught her just in time.

Hitting answer on the call, you couldn’t help but smile as you saw Clay’s face pop up on the screen.

“Daddddy” Larni screamed again as she saw his face.

“Hey pumpkin” he grinned. “I miss you”

“I miss you more” she giggled touching the screen “are you going to be home for my birthday tomorrow?”

You knew by the slight falter in his smile what the answer would be.

“No baby I’m not” he sighed “that’s why I’m calling now, because we are having to go fight the bad guys tonight”

“I really wish you could be here” Larni pouted.

“So do I sweetie pie but Daddy has to save the world” Clay smiled.

“You are a blonde superhero” she giggled.

“And you have been spending to much time around Uncle Sonny” Clay laughed and in the background you heard Jase shouting him “I’m sorry this is such a short call, we gotta go for briefing, but I promise we will be home soon and when I get home we will do whatever you want for your birthday okay. And happy birthday for tomorrow princess”

“Okay Daddy” Larni nodded. “I love you to the moon and back”

“I love you too pumpkin” Clay grinned, kissing his fingers, pressing it against the camera. “Let me speak to mummy before I go”

“Hey baby” you smiled “you look tired”

“Yeah I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed that’s for sure” he laughed. “I’m sorry we aren’t gonna make it home in time”

“Clay stop apologising, we understand” you nodded “Yes it sucks but it’s your job and we are going to have a great time tomorrow so you just focus on getting back home to us in one piece and let me worry about what’s going on here”

“Copy” he laughed

“Seriously Clay hurry your ass up we gotta roll” Jase shouted walking into the shot.

“Mummy, Uncle Jase said a bad word” Larni gasped.

“We know what that means don’t we Uncle Jase” you winked.

“I need to put money in the swear jar when I get home” he said pouting. “And happy birthday nugget”

“Right I really need to go, I love you both so much” Clay grinned.

“Love you daddy” Larni grinned “Love you Uncle Jase”

“I love you baby now go before Jase punches you” you laughed, and with one final kiss blown the call ended. You hated not knowing when he would be home but you didn’t have time to focus on that, not with Larni turning 5 tomorrow.

“I hate lying to them man” Clay sighed as he packed the laptop up, grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Yeah well you wanted this to be a surprise, we have known we were flying home tonight for a week now” Jase said pushing him out of the bunk.

“I can’t wait to see their faces when we turn up” Clay smiled at the thought of being reunited with his girls.

“I think this might be nuggets favourite birthday” Jase nodded as they walked onto the plane. “Get comfy boys it’s a long flight home, get plenty of rest because we will have an excited five year old on our hands tomorrow”

After a fourteen and a half hour flight they were home and were itching to crash a five year olds party, Clay couldn’t stop grinning at the fact he would be reunited with his girls within the next hour. Tossing his bag into the back seat of the car he headed home.

The sounds of his babygirl giggling with her friends was music to his ears, each day that went by he missed that sound more and more. Now he was hearing it he swore his heart was going to burst. He just stood watching everyone from the garden gate, no one had noticed him yet which was a bonus and even if they did they wouldn’t have said anything.

He watched as you single handedly keep the food topped up and just generally being super mum.

Spinning around, you tossed so rubbish in the bin liner you were holding, when you locked eyes with Clay, you had to double take for a second to make sure your brain wasn’t playing tricks on you. The moment you realised this was real you dropped the bin bag and ran over to him, jumping into his arms the moment you were close enough, your legs wrapped tight around his waist and your arms around his neck as he spun you around.

“You’re home” you whispered as happy tears filled your eyes before your lips connected with his as he held onto you tightly.

You weren’t kissing for long when all you heard was a tiny voice.

“Eeeeewwwww that’s gross” Larni shouted making your both laugh as Clay gently placed you down on your feet before scooping Larni up in his arms, sending her into a giggling fit.

Her tiny hands went on his cheeks as she laughed at his beard.

“You look funny daddy” she giggled.

“I look funny do I?” He smirked as he kissed all over her face.

“You said you weren't going to make it” she pouted as she realised he had lied. “You know your nose grows when you lie”

“But Daddy is let off this time right?” He asked spinning her around making her giggle again “because daddy would look funny with a big nose”

“Yeah daddy’s nose is big enough” Sonny laughed as he walked by kissing Larni’s head before pulling you into a hug.

“Hang on a minute” Clay said placing Larni on the floor, crouching down to her level taking in her outfit, his grin growing wider as he realised she was wearing one of his shirts that you had tied around the waist, her bright pink tutu, black leggings, timberlands and to top it off a cap that definitely belong to Clay. “I have a little mini me”

“I’m dressed like you daddy” she grinned “well except the tutu”

“I think daddy would look good in a pink tutu nugget” Jase laughed, making Clay roll his eyes.

“I always told you she was a mini female version of you” you grinned, placing your hands on Clay’s shoulders.

“Come on daddy, you need to come on the bouncy castle” Larni grinned, placing her tiny hand in Clay’s, dragging him through the garden.

Your heart was going to burst as you watched the two people you loved the most be reunited and sharing a moment neither of them would forget as they messed around on the bouncy castle. You knew for sure this would be a birthday Larni would never forget, she didn’t care about the presents all that mattered was her daddy was home.

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Mini Garcia pt1/ Spencer Reid

Summery: Y/N is the new Tech Analyst intern under her mentor Penelope Garcia and has just started her first day at the BAU. During a case Y/N get a few calls from a not so familiar boy genius who seeks her help...or does he seek more? 

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“you will be fine trust me, you are already a natural and thats coming from yours truly” you were so nervous because today was your first day working at the BAU as a Tech Analyst Intern. Penelope was the one who got you the job working along side her. She was your teacher, mentor, and even your close friend and you knew working with her would be nothing less than entertaining. “P what if they don’t like me or I don’t fit into their group, you told me that they were like family” you followed the women wearing a floral dress with glittery high heel through the halls of the FBI coming to a stop next to two glass doors. “Y/N before we go in you are going to take three deep breathes and snap the hell out of it, cause you my little prized protege, will fit in just fine, so stop over thinking and pull yourself together”. I inhale three breathes before she pulled the glass door opened guiding me into a large room which from memory i think she had called it the “Bullpen”.  As we walked in i noticed in the corner of my eyes a man and a women eyeing me up and down. The man was large and muscled, he was appealing to the eye, just not preferably my type “Babygirl who is this fine little thin-” Penelope put her hand out barricading me from the man “cool it hot cakes, she is pure” I chuckled under my breath at her immediate response “This Derek chocolate thunder Morgan is the new Intern, working beside me as i mentor her into become the next best Garcia, Y/n meet Derek Morgan” we both extend our hands to go in for a friendly handshake “Oh and this fine ass piece of women is Jennifer Jareau” I smile shaking the pretty blondes hand “JJ for short its lovely to meet you” she hesitated for a moment before continuing “You seem so young, if you don’t mind me asking how old you are” I nervously try not to stutter upon my words “Oh um-m yeah i’m 20, but I got into the early acceptance program for computer programming and coding at Georgetown and now i’m here” Derek and JJ both exchange stairs before Derek opens his mouth “you, princess should meet our resident genius, i’m sure you two would get along quite well” JJ chuckles before giving Derek a smirk “OH YES how could I have forgotten about boy genius, where is he by the way” A tall dark haired man and a slightly shorter Italian looking man appeared from behind us “Reid and Prentiss are at a conference they will be meeting us in San Francisco” He looked intently at the group surrounding me then turned to look at me “You must be Y/N L/N, i’m Aaron Hotchner but please call me Hotch, and this is David Rossi, we are happy to have you on board, Garcia has spoken very highly of you” both men shake my hand firmly “I’m glad to be on board sir and thank you for this amazing opportunity” Hotch goes to say something before he was cut off by a text message appearing on his phone. “Wheels us now, they need us down their asap, Garcia brief us on the plane” and with that they were all making their way to the elevator. “Come on little Einstein we have work to do”

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Garcia had just finished briefing the team on the case they were assigned to. From what i could catch it was about a Zodiac killer who had been killing over a decade ago and has recently just started up again. I tried to listen in and take note on everything Garcia was doing because god knows this job is fast past and i don’t want to fall behind on my first day. I found myself continuously zoning out thinking back to what that Morgan guy said about a “resident genius”. Who was he and why was Morgan so sure we would get along. So many questions were crossing my mind, before i heard Garcia’s voice continuously saying “Earth to my little oracle, hello, Y/N come back down to earth little one” i snap back to reality seeing Garcia waving her hand in front of of me “oh sorry- P who was that resident genius Morgan spoke about earlier” she spun in her chair making eye contact with me smirking “Oh my god yes Reid, how could i forget again. So you didn’t meet Emily Prentiss she is a total kick ass babe who is super cool and Spencer Reid who is a total genius with an eidetic memory and a whopping I.Q of 187″ i began to open my mouth to say something when Garcia interrupted “you guys would totally be so cute together, i need to set you two up, it would be a match made in heaven” I blush, a little taken back by the abrupt comments made by Garcia who is now really cheery “P calm down i haven’t event met the guy and i think you are a little in over your head” she looks at me still smirking “you are already intrigued by him aren’t you” just as i was about to stop her, the computer phone began to ring and the caller I.D was most clearly someone i didn’t even know yet but for some reason already was under affect by “ANSWER IT” Garcia motioned to the headset on my head “no i don’t even know what to say” she pointed at me with her fluffy unicorn pen “answer the phone i trained you for this” I reluctantly answered and within seconds i was met with a masculine yet soft voice on the other line “Hey Garcia I need you to track the ISP of the user who entered the spam comment to an internet cafe” I immediately got butterflies in my stomach, no stop Y/N you have never met this person and Garcia is just getting in your head, you continue to remind yourself. “U-mm i’m sorry I-I’m not Garcia i’m Y/N L/N the new Tech Analyst intern” I began to fidget with my figures staring between the plasma computer screens and Garcia “Oh Hi, I’m Reid, I mean I’m Spencer, let me start over I’m Dr Spencer Reid but you can call me Spencer or Reid, nice to meet you” my nerves begin to calm at the sound of his voice and the fact that he sounded just as nervous as me. I look to Garcia as she was smiling and motioning her hands to continue the conversation “Oh um-m sorry, you needed me to track the ISP of the user who entered the spam comment to an internet cafe...right?”I patiently await his response, which seemed like forever “Yeah, if you can do that, that would be great, thanks” I look to Garcia once again as she gives me a reassuring smile of encouragement before i turn to the monitors and type away, I remember everything Garcia taught me about the bureau system and was surprising easier to manoeuvre once actually assigned to a task “Hey um Reid, you still there?” thinking maybe he hung up “still here buttercup...um i mean Y/N” Garcia nudged me overhearing what Reid had just said and was cheering in the air, I quickly regained focus “so yeah unfortunately the unsub used a prepaid credit card, so I don’t have an I.D, i’m sorry” i felt my nerves regain their position in my stomach as i thought i didn’t do a good job “Thats okay, thanks for your help L/N and am excited to meet you in person, hopefully soon” I blush quickly at his comment, this going unnoticed by Garcia who is in her own world of happiness at the moment. “Yeah same goes for you, take care and if you need anything else you know where to find us” I end the call not wanting to make anymore of a fool of myself than i already have “BUTTERCUP, HE CALLED YOU BUTTERCUP” I groan at Garcia’s response already embarrassed by the ordeal “Y/N i know Reid and i have know him for many years, never in my time of being in boy geniuses presence have i ever heard him call someone BUTTERCUP” a million things swoop through my mind in that moment, why did he call me that, was it a fluke, was he just trying to be friendly, what am i saying i have literally never met this guys before its for sure nothing. I turn my head to Garcia giving her a please stop looking at me face, before she puts her hands up in defence” Okay okay i’ll stop, but you guys would make cute babies” she whispered the last part just loud enough for me to catch it. 

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As time goes on I observe everything Garcia continues to do in order to find the details of the unsub. This job although seeming like fun is very high pressure and i made sure i noted down everything that Garcia done so i didn’t seem like the biggest failure in front of the team, or one team member in particular. The phone rang once again causing Garcia to answer it “He who seeks the queen of all knowledge, speak and be recognised” I chuckle under my breath at the witty response before i felt a tap on my shoulder “Pretty boy wants to speak with you” I give her a confused look “Boy genius, girly” I straighten up and answer my headset “Hello L/N speaking” i try to analyse why on earth he would want to speak with me and before he got a chance to answer a million conclusions were rushing through my mind “Hey L/N, long time no speak” there was a pause in the background before i heard a male chuckle and whisper “thats one way to get the girl Reid” he cleared his throat before continuing on “So i just thought i’d give you more training so can you run something for me” I physically prepare myself for what he is about to ask, ensuring i don’t screw this up “I need you to compile a list of people with I.Qs of 160 and above in the region” I type away trying to speed up so i don’t slow the team down “I’m checking with the bay area mensa society which is kind of slumming cause folks can get in with a measly I.Q of 130″ Reid chuckled at my statement making me feel more comfortable about what i was doing “try and check old school records, we’re looking for someone who is in his 20′s or 30′s” as I am intensely try my best to recover these names it appears in front of me “BINGO, Caleb Rossmore and Harvey Morell, they both have I.Qs over 160 and get this they both use to write about the Zodiac in their junior high school newspaper” I smile at myself, kinda proud at what i just accomplished on my own “thats amazing, thanks Y/N and tell Garcia she has the best intern” I smile to myself satisfied that i done something right and that Reid thought so too. “Yes that’s my little Einstein, ah you are moulding into a beautiful little Garcia, how proud i am right now

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The team had just got back from catching both Caleb Rossmore and Harvey Morell and Garcia had gone to greet Morgan at the elevators. I had stayed behind packing my belonging as i was ready to head home to my fluffy dog Milo and sleep for hours. A knock on the door startled me. I abruptly turn around and was met with a tall figure who had beautiful brown eyes and shaggy hair. “Hi, I’m so sorry to have startled you, I’m Spencer Reid the one that kept annoying you on the phone” I feel my cheeks heat up from the sight of how pretty this boy was “um yes, i mean no you weren't annoying at all if anything you gave me the training i need, so i should be thanking you, and I’m Y/N L/N” Reid stuck out his hand which took me by surprise because according to Garcia he was not a handshaker and refused to shake hands with anyone, stating that even kissing was more sanitary “Well, in that case i’m glad to be of assistance and its nice to officially meet you Y/N” we stared in each others eyes for a few moments before we were met by Penelope and Morgan “Hey guys you have met, yay, okay now can we go this princess is getting bags under her eyes and those aren’t the kind of bags i want” we all laugh at Garcia’s remark as we start to head towards the elevator. “So I heard you went to Georgetown” i look up at the brunette boy who was gazing down at me “yeah, I actually graduated this year, which i’m kind of sad” “oh why’s that” I look straight into his eyes “I like educating myself, and expanding my field of study is something that i genuinely enjoy, so i’m kind of sad its over, but i’m looking at going for my PHD in Computer engineering” Reid looked me deeper in my eyes without saying anything, just then i heard a murmur “they will make such cute babies and i’m going to be the best godmother” and with that the elevator doors open and we all began to file in. 

I may have just met Spencer Reid but i have a feeling we are definitely going to be getting along.