#get that bag girlie. I respect the grind

[wyrmwinds]

AND we don't even call them by name, making up a nickname is for them is enforced for the sake of building camaraderie and the choice of the name is left completely up to the employer. You even have the choice to change their appearance entirely with retainer fantasia (Though that may just be game features and noncanon, given the dubious canonicity of fantasia itself)

What are the in-universe implications of those who make their retainers look like and take on the names of their (Sometimes, depending on who, dead) NPC love interests. There is not enough gil in the world for this.

something that would be really fun to read imo would be the diary of the warrior of light's personal retainer

[scuttling]

(Not So) Casual Friday

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 4,456 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch (it's not a main component but he very much has the tummy here), Pining, Accidentally admitting attraction, Embarrassment, A little angst, Oral sex, Protected sex Summary: Your best friend Derek finds out about your feelings for Hotch and teases you mercilessly. You can manage it, though, until the first ever Casual Friday, when Hotch shows up to work in a black polo and jeans and you kind of ruin everything. Or maybe you don't? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Okay, girlie, today’s the day,” Derek says when you set your bag and coffee cup on your desk on Monday morning. You shoot your best friend a tired smile and wonder for the—you’ve worked at the BAU for almost two years, so it’s probably the 500th time—for the 500th time why he has to be such a morning person when you would prefer not to have a conversation until at least 10 AM.

“Today’s the day for what?” you sigh, asking out of obligation, because it’s obvious that’s what he’s waiting for; he smiles, picks up your coffee and hands it to you, which must mean you sound bitchy. You take a grateful sip, close your eyes and exhale through your nose.

“For you to admit to me that you’re in love with Hotch.”

You spit out your coffee—only all over yourself, which is great, wouldn’t want to inconvenience Derek at all—and then cough so hard he has to thump on your back to help clear your airway.

It draws some attention; Hotch comes out of his office, takes a look at the two of you and probably regrets hiring the both of you, then walks down the stairs to make sure you’re okay.

“What happened? You’re wet,” he says a bit gruffly, looking at the coffee all over your chest and sleeves. You glare over at Derek, who’s clearly trying not to laugh.

“Derek made me spill my coffee.” You grab a handful of tissues off your desk and pat at the wet spot, trying to soak up the worst of it, but it’s not salvageable. You’ll have to change your shirt.

“And then you… choked on it?” Hotch asks, to clarify. Derek does laugh at that; the things Hotch is saying happen to have dual meanings, slightly sexual, and now that Derek knows—thinks he knows—about your thing for Hotch, it’s clear he finds it all so hilarious. He’s a twelve year old boy in a grown man’s body.

“Okay, I didn’t spill, I spit,” you correct, looking up at them, and Derek makes an exaggerated face of disapproval.

“Should have swallowed,” he says, trying to sound serious, and you shoot him an irritated look and reach out to slap him in the chest. Asshole.

“Do you need help getting cleaned up?” Hotch’s expression is kind, sweet, but you’d sooner die than have him blot coffee off of your boobs. It would be mortifying, especially in front of Derek.

“No, no, I think I’m okay. Thanks,” you add with a soft smile, and then you reach up and pull your sweater over your head, unzip your go bag, and search for another top.

For some reason, Hotch has a coughing fit scarily similar to the one you just had, and you turn to pat his back like Derek did for you.

“Are you alright?” you ask, looking up into his face, and he nods despite his watering eyes.

“Fine,” he croaks, and he leaves as quickly as he came. You sigh, because it’s not even nine and your day has already been so weird.

You’re wearing a tank top, and thankfully the coffee didn’t get through to that layer, so it’s quick and easy to throw another lightweight sweater over top of it; you ball up the wet one, shove it in the dirty clothes portion of your bag, zip it up and stash it under your desk. Derek looks like he’s having the best day of his life.

“You realize you just undressed in front of Hotch,” he says with a tone you don’t appreciate. You roll your eyes.

“I did not. I had a tank top on underneath.” You almost always wear an undershirt, because you’ve been a cop long enough to know that sometimes your clothes get torn or messed up in the line of duty, and you’re not trying to offer a free show while taking down an unsub. Derek wiggles his eyebrows, points at your chest.

“Yeah, one that put those little boobies on display. His eyes bulged out of his head like a cartoon character.” This time, you punch him in the arm, hard. It’s too goddamn early for this.

“Can you please shut up already? I don’t have a thing for Hotch.”

“Ah, I didn’t say you had a thing, I said you’re in love with him. And I have evidence; lots of it.” You tip your head back, groan, wondering what you did to deserve a best friend who is also such a pain in the ass, and it’s that moment that Hotch chooses to rejoin you; he looks a little flushed, probably from the coughing earlier.

“Uh. We have a case; I know not everyone is here yet, but you can head up to the briefing room, I’ll grab the others when they arrive.”

“Sure thing, sir,” you say easily, grabbing your tablet and what’s left of your coffee; you gesture for Derek and he follows, laughing and shaking his head. “Okay, what is it now? I’m so glad you find me entertaining today.”

“‘Sure thing, sir,’” he says with a high, breathy voice you assume is supposed to mimic yours. “You want his dick so bad.” You narrow your eyes at him as you head upstairs.

“Uh, because I was being respectful? I know that’s a foreign concept for you, the world’s biggest asshole, but you don’t have to read anything into it.” You take your usual seats at the table, pull up the note-taking app on your tablet, and Derek sits back, crosses his arms behind his head.

“Well you’re not calling me ‘sir’, and I’m the sexiest piece in the office, so it’s hard not to read into it.” You look over at him, elbow on the table, chin in the palm of your hand.

“Sexy is subjective, and you don’t do it for me, sorry to break it to you.” He scoffs, laughs, and you laugh too because you both know you see each other as brother and sister, buddies, and fellow former cops, and absolutely nothing else.

“Yeah, I get it, only Hotch does it for you; he’s not my type, but I can see how a young lady like yourself could be drawn to his brooding exterior.”

“I’m not drawn to his exterior!” you practically growl, and then you’re joined by Spencer and JJ.

“Good morning. What’s going on with you two?” JJ asks, loading up the monitors for the debriefing, her eyebrows raised.

“She’s in love with Hotch,” Derek says completely nonchalantly, and you rest your head on the table, on top of your forearms, and sigh.

“She’s what?” JJ’s whole face lights up, and you seriously regret everything.

“I’m not in love with anybody!” you mumble against your arms, and then you sit up, because you’re clearly going to have to defend yourself. “And I’d appreciate it if you quit saying that I am.”

“I told you I have evidence,” Derek reminds you, leaning back in his chair a little. One swift kick would have him toppling ass over tea kettle, but you’re too nice, even when he’s actively trying to ruin your life. “Shall I go over it while we wait?”

“I’ll be an objective third party,” Spencer says with a brief smile, and you sigh, wave your hand toward Derek.

“Alright, let’s hear it. I’m sure I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for whatever evidence you might think you have.” He grins like this is the moment he’s been waiting for, and you feel a little stupid for encouraging this.

“For one, you always look at him. When I’m delivering a profile, I notice you watching the locals, making sure they understand what we’re going over, since you're the queen of analyzing the micro expressions. But when Hotch is delivering a profile, your eyes are on him the whole time. Same goes for discussing theories on the jet; anyone else, and you’ve got your face in your tablet, scribbling notes, but you always look at him when he speaks.”

Your cheeks get hot. He’s a captivating speaker, is all, with that deep, velvety voice, and you can learn a lot from him, so you pay attention. That’s just being smart.

“Second, you tense when he gets close to you: not like you don’t want him to touch you, but like you’re halfway to jumping him already and trying to control it. I could probably put my hand in your pocket and you wouldn't even flinch, but if he leans over you to point at something you look like you’re about to cream your pants.”

“I have seen that, actually,” JJ offers, and you look over at her, betrayed. Sure, you get a whiff of his clean, crisp cologne, or feel the heat of him at your back, and your body reacts, reminds you that this is your boss and you’re at work and you can’t get turned on by the way he smells, but that’s actually a good thing, not an indicator of feelings or anything.

“Third, there’s something up with you and the gray suits. I can literally tell that he’s wearing one before I even see him, all because of the look on your face. It’s like you’re drunk on the gray suit.”

“Okay, that’s not true,” you say with a roll of your eyes—the gray suits are god tier, but there’s no way you’re that obvious—but it’s Spencer who speaks up, this time.

“You know, I have noticed that. Your pupils tend to be more dilated when his suit is gray or blue than when it’s black.” Fuck. You sigh.

“He barely ever wears the blue. It looks so good on him,” you murmur, and then you snap your eyes shut, cover your face with your hands. “Fuck. This is so embarrassing.”

“To be fair, we are profilers,” Derek says, leaning in to pat your back. “But also to be fair, he’s been a profiler longer than any of us, so if we know, he definitely knows.”

“Not helping, Derek,” you grind out, and then you’re joined by the rest of the team. Penelope takes the seat next to you, leans in with a worried tone of voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“She’s having a small crisis, but she’ll be fine,” JJ says with a smile, and you don’t miss the way Hotch looks you over when she says it, concern in his eyes. “Alright, so we’re headed to Arkansas…”

Later that morning, when you’ve been given your instructions—yours are heading to the crime scene with Emily and Derek—Hotch pulls you out into the hall, rests a gentle hand on your arm.

“Are you alright? JJ mentioned you were having a crisis earlier. This is the first time I’ve been able to get you alone, and I wanted to check on you.” You take a deep breath, look up at him, so handsome in a black suit, white shirt, green tie—he almost never wears a green tie, and you absently think it brings out the more golden tones of his eyes—and smile softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s really nothing. Personal stuff, and I’m dealing with it.” If by ‘dealing with it’ you mean you’ve been repressing it, shoving it down day in and day out until your feelings are choking you, then yeah, you’re dealing with it. “Thanks for checking, though, that’s kind of you.”

“Of course. I’m here to help in any way I can, if you need me.” Good god, do you need him, emotionally, physically, but that’s fantasy, and this, what he’s offering, is rooted in reality. Good things do happen, but not to you.

“Thanks.” Your voice is weak to your own ears, and he swallows, nods; you see Derek hovering by the door, waiting for you, and you pull away to join him, plastering a smile on your face. You don’t talk about it again until Friday, and at that point it’s extremely unavoidable.

It’s Casual Friday, newly implemented by the bureau as a way to boost morale, and while it doesn’t really excite you, because you’re fairly casual anyway, others take full advantage of it. Others, including Hotch.

He shows up to work wearing a black polo and dark jeans, his usual watch. It’s easily the most simplistic, basic outfit a man could decide to wear on Casual Friday, but this isn’t just a man, it’s Aaron fucking Hotchner, and so naturally, you lose your damn mind.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the damn polo didn’t fit him perfectly, tight across his shoulders and chest and the little tummy he has that makes you want to be under him so badly, your stomachs pressed together while he thrusts inside you, holding you tightly, his strong thighs working against yours…

“Hello, are you alive in there?” Emily asks, waving her hand in front of your face; the two of you, along with Derek, are in Penelope’s office for lunch while Rossi, Reid, and JJ are out of the office for a seminar. You blink, shake away your thoughts and hope and pray they don’t come back—but they’ll come back, they always do.

“She’s just short circuiting because of Hotch’s Casual Friday look,” Morgan says with a wink, sitting backward in his seat. “She’s been drooling so much I’ve had to follow her around with a mop to clean up after her.” You push your wheeled chair away from them with a groan, needing space and air and, potentially, a brain transplant. You’ve gotten nothing done all day long.

“Can you blame me? The man comes in here everyday, buttoned up tight, looking incredible in a suit and tie, and then he shows up in that black polo, all snug and hot and delicious, and you expect me not to freak out? You guys are lucky I didn’t pass out.” You’re met with silence, and you blink, confused, at your friends, but they’re all just kind of staring with looks of barely concealed humor. “What? It’s not like it’s a secret that I want to climb him like a tree.”

“Pretty sure it was a secret to him,” Penelope says, looking shocked, and you whip around in your chair to see Hotch standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and a little flushed.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I, uh—” He raises a hand, waves you off.

“It’s okay. No harm done; thank you, for the, uh. Compliment.” He steps forward, hands a manila folder to Penelope. “Thanks for taking care of these,” he says softly, and then, unsurprisingly, he gets the hell out of there. You wish you could disappear off the face of the Earth.

“Fuck, holy fuck,” you mutter when he’s gone, leaning forward with your head in your hands. “That’s it, I’m quitting. It’s been nice knowing you guys.”

“Okay, don’t be dramatic,” Derek says, and you look up to glare at him; he’s the one that started all this in the first place. You were fine, feelings tamped down and suppressed, until he brought it up and then told everyone you know.

“Don’t tell me not to be dramatic, Derek! This is all your fault. You never respect my boundaries, you never know when to just let me be, you always have to pick and pick until you wear me down. Maybe I had a reason for wanting to keep my feelings private, did you ever think of that?”

“I know you're upset,” Emily begins softly, because there’s some pretty thick tension between you and Derek now, but you stand up, push your chair across the room, and shake your head.

“I’m not upset, I’m fucking humiliated. I’m going home; let him know I’m sick, will you?” You exhale deeply, storm upstairs and grab your stuff and drive home with tears in your eyes. You’ve never been so embarrassed in your life, and add that to the absolute heartbreak you’re feeling? You’re just happy you make it to your apartment, so you can break down with cheesecake and a sappy, romantic comedy with a happy ending: those perfect, fictional worlds are pretty much the only place one is guaranteed. You are, as planned, hunkered down on the sofa in your softest pajamas, watching You’ve Got Mail and eating the center out of an entire cheesecake with a spoon when there’s a knock at your door. You groan, pick up your cheesecake tin, and walk over to it, fully expecting it to be Derek come to beg for forgiveness for ruining your life, so it’s no surprise you drop your dessert on the floor when it’s actually Hotch on the other side.

He looks down at the tin, then up at your face, cracks the barest hint of a smile.

“I thought you were sick; I brought soup,” he says, holding up a paper bag, and your heart thumps in your chest. You wipe a hand over your face, because you haven’t been exactly neat in your heartache cheesecake consumption, and then you kick the tin across the floor and invite him in, closing the door behind him.

“I thought it was obvious that I wasn’t actually sick, just… really embarrassed,” you say when he turns back to look at you. “I can’t believe you heard all that stuff I said… I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable.” You take the bag from his hand and invite him to follow you into the kitchen, where you set it on the counter, lean against it. He comes close, but not so close you can’t function, which is good; your comfy pajamas are shorts and a loose tank top, so you feel a little exposed already.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he says softly, and you frown, must have heard him wrong. He presses his fingertips against the counter, as if for support. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. It was… unexpected,” he explains, “very unexpected, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

You flush hot, and you can feel the bad decision part of your brain switching on, warning bells ringing in your head.

Whatever you do next has the potential to be extremely stupid, and you would like to avoid that at all costs; you love your job, after all, despite how physically and emotionally exhausting it can be, and you love your team. Time to think with your upstairs brain only.

“That makes me feel a little better,” you say truthfully, and despite the pep talk you just gave yourself, you move closer to him like there’s an invisible magnetic force between you; you would imagine a guy like Hotch would step back, keep his distance, but he only cranes his neck a little so he can look down at you more easily.

God, he’s tall. And he smells good, and his face is perfect, and that goddamn polo...

“Good, I’m glad. I don’t want you to feel bad about this. I’m not uncomfortable, it’s not… it’s not unwanted.” You swallow audibly, looking up at him, wondering if he knows what he’s saying, what it sounds like.

“It’s not?” you ask, and it comes out breathy; he takes a small step closer to you, brushes his fingers over your arm, peers into your eyes.

“No, it’s not. I’ve been thinking of you, too; I know you know you’re beautiful, but you’re also so smart, and strong-willed, and a force to be reckoned with. I’m proud to have you on my team, and I’d be proud… to have you climb me like a tree.” He smiles again, just the barest hint of one, and you put your arms around him and pull him closer for a kiss.

One long, slow, perfect kiss turns into another, then another, and he presses your back against the counter, his hands on your face and your hands on his thick waist; you hum into the kiss, revel in the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue sweeping past them, and when you pull back for air it feels like there’s only one question that needs to be asked.

“Bedroom?” you breathe, and he nods, and you take his hand and pull him in that direction, pausing to kiss him several times before you get there. “You don’t happen to have a condom, do you?” you ask, breathless, guiding him to the bed, and he frowns, shakes his head.

“I didn’t want to seem presumptuous.” You grin at that, lean forward and kiss him, your fingers in his hair.

“I find it so hot that you even say presumptuous. I might have one here somewhere.” You open your nightstand, move around books and toys until you find a couple; you flip them over, checking to see if they’re expired, and offer him a couple options. “They’re still good, surprisingly. You can, uh. Choose the one that would work best.”

He looks them over, picks one and hands back the rest, and you throw them back in the drawer and slide into his lap, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says, holding your waist as you look down at him, completely in awe that this is happening. “But I want to clarify: if you’re looking for something casual, I don’t think we should go any further.” You inhale softly, surprised by his straightforwardness, and you lean in, kiss him slowly.

“I don’t want casual. I want to be with you.” His eyes are so brilliant, dark in the dim light of your bedroom, and he nods, presses his lips to yours and slides his hands beneath your top, guides it over your head. Then they move to your shorts, slipping them gently off your hips, and you stand so he can push them to the ground.

You’re both breathing heavily, a little rough, and you step between his legs, kiss him again, run your hands down his chest, closing your eyes with a sigh because you finally get to feel him after a year of just imagining what it would be like. After a beat, you open your eyes, look into his, smile.

“Really grateful for Casual Friday,” you whisper. “Otherwise you might never have found out I’m kind of in love with you.” You ease the polo over his head, drop it on the ground and encourage him to stand so you can take off his pants; he does, but before you can drop to your knees as planned, he takes your face in his hands, presses one soft kiss against your mouth.

“I’m more than kind of in love with you.” Oh, if that isn’t the greatest sentence your ears have ever heard… You wrap your arms around his neck, kiss a little more, forgetting that you planned to finish undressing him; when you remember, you make quick work of it, then have him lay back against the bed and settle between his legs.

You put your mouth on him because you want to, more than anything, and his hand drops to your hair, caressing you while you suck slowly, deeply, holding him with one hand and pressing against his stomach with the other. His moans are soft and gorgeous, his body tense beneath your hand, and you’d do this all night, but he murmurs your name, coaxes you up, puts his hands on your back as you settle against him.

“You’re so incredible. I never would have imagined I’d get this, get you,” he breathes, skimming his hands over your sides and hips, and you kiss softly, steamy and sweet.

“Me neither.” You lean up, make space for him to roll on the condom, and then press him inside; your breath hitches, and so does his, and you lay on top of him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, arms around each other tightly while you move. “Hmm. Aaron,” you sigh, hair falling around him, and he groans, digs his fingertips into your hips.

“Sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth.” You smile, but it slips away when he surges up to kiss you, leans up so he’s sitting with you in his lap. He slides a broad hand up your back, wraps it around the nape of your neck, and pumps his hips up as you sink down, eliciting a series of soft, eager moans from the both of you.

“Feels like I’ve waited so long; I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I wanted you,” you tell him, chest heaving, and he brings you to him for a kiss, something a little rougher, less refined. He’s getting close.

“Never. You make me feel so much.” You reach back against his leg for support, work harder to bring him off, and when he comes he crushes his mouth against yours, delicious and more uncontrolled than you’ve ever seen him. He chants your name, so soft and sweet rolling off of his tongue, and then gets you on your back so he can press deeply inside.

You feel so incredibly full, panting beneath him, your hands on his waist and your feet on the backs of his thighs; his perfect face is inches from yours, all shallow breaths and decadent, passionate kisses, and when you climax you pull him closer, sigh, unravel completely in his embrace.

Maybe good things do happen after all. You hold each other and talk for a while, after a quick pitstop to the restroom, and then your stomach growls—understandably, since the only thing to fill it since lunch was that stupid cheesecake—and Hotch orders takeout on his phone from bed; god bless technology.

There’s a knock at the door twenty minutes later, and you know that’s quick for your favorite Thai place, but you’re not complaining because you’re officially starving. He offers to grab it, throws on his boxers and heads for the living room; after a few minutes, you wonder what’s taking so long, pull on your robe and go to check on him.

Hotch is talking to Derek, who is standing in your living room with a piece of cheesecake and a shit eating grin.

“I came with a peace offering, but now I think I’ll wait for a, ‘Thank you, Derek,’” he says, and you roll your eyes, stalk over and take the cheesecake out of his hands. You give it to Hotch, lean up to kiss Derek on the cheek, and push him toward the door.

“Thank you, Derek. Go away, Derek,” you say with a smile of your own, and he raises his palms and retreats down the hall, laughing as he goes.

This is just one more thing he’ll tease you mercilessly about, but this time the benefits outweigh the costs. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @my-rosegold-soul @ssamorganhotchner

[ticklikeabomb]

The Marvel Parody - Chapter 17

Pairing : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes ; teasing ; SMUT (love making) 18+

Word Count : 3.660

Author’s Note : Italic = Reader’s thoughts

You were in a deep sleep when suddenly you felt something tickle your skin. Trying to scratch it off, you heard a slow chuckle. The tickling continued so you opened an eye to see what it was and saw Chris press soft kisses to your sides. You put an arm over your face « Chris, your beard is tickling me », you whispered with a raspy voice. « Is it? » and then he pressed his beard harder on your sides making you let out a small scream and laugh. « No…no..hhahah… stop », you said trying to escape him. News flash, you failed. He was holding you tightly and rested his head on the crock of your neck « Happy birthday Babe ». You hummed. « We should get dressed », he mumbled against your skin. « Hmmm, no. Let’s stay like this. In bed. » He pressed a quick peck on your lips ans said « As tempting as that sounds, not gonna happen. Come on, dress. » You pouted and turned and laid on your stomach. « Come on babe », he whispered in your ear and stood up, smacking your ass. « Heyyyy », you shouted and tried to hide the fact that you were dripping wet. Actually you’ve became aroused the moment you opened your eyes and saw him press kisses up your chest. You squeezed your tights together and saw him smirk before heading to the bathroom. ‘Tonight you’re mine Evans’, you mumbled to yourself. You dragged yourself to the bathroom and joined Chris on teeth brushing. He demanded a kiss by doing the famous duck face and you giggled but eagerly tip toed and gave him a sweet kiss. After you washed your face and put some light make-up, you returned to the bedroom and saw that he had lined up an outfit. 

He was already dressed and semi spread on the bed scanning your frame. You gave him a challenging look « Am I supposed to put this on? ». He smirked and nodded, not stopping his piercing gaze all over you. It was a simple outfit - a denim skirt, with a off-the-shoulder top and vans but knowing Chris it didn’t surprised you. He always liked seeing you dressed up in casual clothes. Not that he didn’t like seeing you all dolled up, but he really loved being around with a simple girl since he was a simple kind of guy. You wouldn’t complain. You liked to dress girly or nicely sometimes but you were a more casual type of girl.

You wanted to pay him back for arousing you earlier so you took your Pj’s very slowly and started to put on the skirt sensually. You heard him groan and a smile made his way on your face. The top was next. He sat straight on the edge of the bed and grabbed you by the waist. You pushed your luck further and straddled him. « You’re playing with the fire, baby girl », his voice came out as a rasp. « Am I? ». His look was pure lust at this time and you pushed it further by slightly grinding on his growing crotch. « Y/N », he moaned. As a response you attached your lips hardly to his. His grip on your hips tightened and you moaned into his mouth. You bit his lower lip and whispered in his ear « We have to go BABE ». With that you stood up and gathered your wallet, phone and sunglasses. He eventually stood up and sighed « You’re killing me ». You winked and you both made your way to meet Seb and Sarah. Since you haven’t come out publicly yet, you would be joined by other people. That was the hardest part, not being able to act like a normal couple, no holding hands nor kisses. 

You meet up at your favorite restaurant and greet your friends. They wished you a happy birthday and the waitress came with your drinks. Seb was telling Chris something while you were talking with Sarah. The moment you took a gulp of your drink, Chris’s hand slid down your inner thigh, making you choke on your water. You coughed and tried to regain composure and turned to your boyfriend who had the audacity to act innocent. « Are you ok? », asked Sarah. « Yep », you said with a deformed voice. You took the card and placed it in front of your flushed face, turned your head towards your boyfriend and gave him a look that said ‘you gonna pay for that’. It was his turn to wink at you. The lunch went great and you decided to spend the day, visiting the Griffith Observatory since space was a commun interest for the four of you. 

« Hey Y/N is it ok if we leave? We have to go see Seb’s mother », commented Sarah. « Yes, of course. Thank you for stopping by for lunch », you smiled.  « Again, happy birthday », said Seb before leaving. You continued walking down the hallways with Chris fascinated by the expositions. « Y/N/N we have to go. I reserved a fancy diner for us tonight and we have to go change », Chris said wrapping his arms around your waist and a long kiss on your forehead. You hugged him back and stroke his back « Alright let’s go », you said with a wide smile. You arrived at your place and saw a long white box with silver letters on it. « What’s that? », you asked confused. « Open it » « Did you get this for me? » He nodded. « I told you I didn’t want any present. » He shook his head « Just open it Y/N/N ». You did and found the most gorgeous red dress you ever saw. 

Your eyes widen and your mouth formed into a small ‘O’, mesmerized by the beauty in front of you. « Wow », your voice came out as a whisper. « You like it? » You looked him in the eyes. « I love it. It’s so beautiful. Thank you so much Chris », you said and gave him a gentle kiss. « I’m gonna pour you a hot bat and then you will put on the dress, do your hair and makeup and we’ll meet back here alright? » You couldn’t form any words overwhelmed by pure happiness, so you nodded. « Oh, I think Sarah let something on the kitchen counter for you », he said nonchalantly. You headed to the kitchen and immediately recognized the bag. You shook your head and smiled in advance. You took out the box and found a matching red lingerie set and a small card saying ‘Happy birthday. Pretty sure Chris will enjoy it more than you but anyway. Kisses love you’. 

You discretely took the box from Sarah and hid it in the bigger box where the dress was. Chris came out of the bathroom « It’s ready love. » He pecked your lips and you left the room. The bath was surrounded by rose petals and candles. ‘Omg’, you mumbled. You jumped on the place because you were so happy that you were with the man of your dreams who respected you and could make your heart melt with the simplest actions. Once you washed yourself and dried you attacked your hair. You straitened them and put it in a low but classy ponytail - for makeup you decided to do a black eyeliner and pop your lips with a bright red lipstick. You put on the dress that hugged all your curves perfectly and checked yourself on the mirror feeling beautiful. Before meeting Chris in the living room you decided to check on social media and respond to a few fan comments. You opened the Instagram app and saw the hundreds of notifications. ‘Damn, I will never get used to that’. Commenting on a few birthday wished you scrolled down and saw a picture where you were dressed as the Character you play in the movie. You were surprised and opened the picture, reading the comment underneath. ‘Happy Birthday to this queen. I can’t wait to see her on screen. She already slays in the trailer.’ « The trailer? », you wondered. You went to the MCU’s page and saw they posted a video. It was the trailer for Avengers 5. ‘Holly shit, they dropped the trailer.’ You looked so badass even if you only appeared for a few seconds. You opened the door and headed Chris’s way. �� Babe, did you know they released the trailer? Omg it’s amazing » « Yeah, Mackie texted me a minute ago telling…. » You locked from your screen and found him looking at you with sparkling eyes. The rest of his sentence stuck on his throat. « What? Do I have something on my face? Is it the dress? » He cleared his throat and approached you « No, no. You’re beautiful. Breathtaking », he whispered. You blushed at his comment and smiled. « You look very handsome yourself. »  He was wearing a dark blue suit with a clearer shade blue polo. He could wear a fucking tutu, he would still be looking like a God. ‘Not fair’

« Can I kiss you? You know because the lipstick » « Yes, it won’t come off. » He cupped your face and place a passionate kiss on your lips. « Hmm Let’s go darling. »

Chris discretely gave the address to the chauffeur and opened the door for you « My Lady », he gestured to the backseat. Once the car moved you turned to him and asked « Where are we going? » « You’ll see soon enough. » « So you’re not gonna tell me? » « Nope » The drive lasted 15 minutes and before we got out, Chris took something out of his pocket. « Honey, do you trust me? » You eyed him suspiciously « Normally, I do » He chuckled and continued « I’m gonna blind you with this, you’ll have to follow my instructions, Okay? » Your heart began to beat frantically against your ribcage « Yes », you whispered.

He guided you and you felt the atmosphere around you shift. Wanting to tease him you said « Blindfolding me. Are you eager for desert, Captain? » You smirked at your words imagining his reaction when you felt the tissue leaving your eyes. Once you opened them, your smile vanished completely and you looked horrified. « SURPRISE!!!! », your friends and co-workers yelled. ‘Oh my fucking god. I did not say what I said out loud with an audience around me’. Chris laughed loudly seeing your horrified expression. You hid your face with your hands praying that no one heard you. Mackie was the first to embrace you « Happy Birthday Y/N/N. Aren’t you a kinky little thing, hein?! », he stated. « I hate you », you mumbled. It was the turn of RDJ « You look absolutely ravishing dear. I love how your red face matches the dress », he teased. « Oh God. This can’t be happening. » « Oh yes it can, we all heard you », shouted Tom from the back. You looked at your surroundings and were at G. club. You went and greet everyone - a lot of hugs, cheek kisses, birthday wishes and of course teasing comments. « Wow, thank you so much for being here. » « You should thank your man. He put this all together. » You turned to him surprised that he would go for so much trouble organizing this for you. « You did? » « Well, I had some help », he said pointing towards Sarah and Seb. « Thank you so much. » « Come on people, let’s get this party starting », exclaimed Gazelle loudly. Her club, her rules, so everyone followed her to the vast buffet. 

Everyone was having fun and you were in heaven having all your friends around you for your day. The dancing time came and we all hit the dance floor. Mackie showing us his sexy moves because the man could never get enough of showing his thick thighs. « Never forget leg day. Look right here », the actor pointed at, making everybody laugh. The next track played was ‘Adorn�� by Miguel and Chris took your hand « May I have this dance? » « With pleasure » Like a reflex, he put his arms around your waist and pushed you closer to him. Automatically, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, swaying slowly. You leaned your head on the crock of his neck and pressed a featherlike kiss. « What you thinking about?, he asked suavely. « That, this is perfect. All the people that I need in life are here. The girls, the cast, YOU. » You looked him in the eyes « Thank you so much Chris. For all this. for today. For everyday. » « Anything for you », he said before giving you a passionate kiss. You heard some people holler and smiled into the kiss. ‘This is perfect.’

« Alright people, presents time », exclaimed happily Sarah. « Ahh come on, I don’t want anything. You all being here is the best gift I could have asked for », you said. « Yeah, yeah, yeah », continued Sarah. You just shook your head at her antics. « You already got some of mine », she started smirking and wiggling her eyebrows, which made you laugh. « But, here’s a little extra. » She handed you the small bag and discovered she gave you the new Anastasia Beverly Hills makeup palette. « Wow, thank you that’s amazing », you said and hugged her. 

Rapidly you were overflown by gifts, between new vinyls for your collection, to books, to concert tickets, you couldn’t be happier. They knew you were not the fancy type of person, so those presents very simply perfect. « Ok, I know you gonna be mad, but I have one more gift for you », exclaimed Chris. « Really? Chris, you’ve done so much already. Why would you give me another one? », you asked dumbfounded. « Because you gonna love this one especially. Wait here and cover your eyes ». You shook your head disapprovingly but did as he asked. Your heart was beating like the charade. You expired a long breath and heard his voice « Alright, open your eyes. » As soon as you did you were face to face with the most fluffy, most cute puppy dog. Your eyes almost burst out of your skull « Oh My Gooooooodddd » You heard the tiny pet ‘woof’. 

Your hands were shaking. « You got me a dog? » « Yes », he grinned widely. « Can I take him? » « Of course, it’s your babe » You took the tiny little nugget in your arms and kissed his head carefully. « I can’t believe you got me a dog. Omg. He’s so cute. Look at his tiny paws », you squealed with delight. « Careful Chris, she’s gonna leave you for that dog », exclaimed Tom. « Oh no what have I done », responded Chris mockingly. « I don’t want to interrupt this moment, but I also have a present for you », said Kevin Feige. « You shouldn’t have. You’ve done so much for me already. Giving me such a huge opportunity to be part of the MCU. » « Well about that, you should check your Twitter account. » You looked at him confused, handed the dog to Chris for a second and logged into your Twitter account.

@KevinFeige : Today’s been 12 years that the MCU started and for this special occasion, I would like to announce that our birthday girl @Y/NY/L/N has been officially casted for a 12 picture-deal with Marvel. Congratulations.

You gasped loudly « No way? Are you serious? Is this for real? », you asked shocked. « It’s real. With the other producers and marketing team we’ve had a private projection of Avengers 5 and all agreed that you managed to pull out a performance beyond our expectation, so we decided to bring your character back », he said. You couldn’t believe that this whole Marvel journey was only the beginning. Overwhelmed by it, you started to cry and covered your face again. Everyone hollered at the news, congratulating you. You shook the producer’s hand for way to long but didn’t care « Thank you so so much. I don’t know what else to say. » « You don’t have to say anything. Congratulation. I can’t wait to see the fans reaction. » Scarlet, Lizzie and the others hugged you, happy to share the news with you. « By the way, do you have a name for the dog yet? », asked Seb. You thought for a second and smiled brightly « Ok, this is gonna sound so cheesy, but I think I’m naming him Marvel. » They laughed at your name choice. « Marvel? Really? », said Chris. The dog woofed in agreement and you smiled even brighter. He looked back at him « Marvel it is. » You took the tiny dog in your hands and kissed your boyfriend. « Get a room, already », shouted RDJ.

The party ended a few hours later and you head back home with all the bags and most importantly your little nugget. You couldn’t look away from him. « He’s so cute », you repeated several times, making Chris chuckle. Once inside, you prepared a little place for Marvel with a blanket, water and food. As soon as you laid down the puppet, he curled into the blanket and fell asleep. Even if you could look at him for hours, it was time to take care of another special being. « I’ll be right back », you told. You stepped in the bathroom, carefully took your gorgeous dress off and put on the lingerie Sarah offered you. 

You took a look in the mirror and tried to calm your nerves. You hadn’t been intimate with Chris yet, so it was nerve-racking. Seeing you exposed like this would have made you self-conscious three years ago, but knowing that you had the chance to be with someone that loved you for you and was ready to worship you in any sense made you somehow confident. You stepped out of the bathroom and headed to the bedroom where you know he would be. The moment he caught your sight, his breath quickened and you saw him swallow hardly. You stepped seductively towards him, swaying your hips. « Y/N », his voice came out as a whisper. You straddled his lap like you did earlier in the day and hold your face inches from his. You were both panting and nothing had happen yet. « Are you sure? », he asked. « I’ve never been more sure in my life. I want you. » It was all he needed to hear before he kissed you hungrily, tongues immediately dancing with each other until you were out of breath. He started trailing open-mouthed kisses on your neck finding your sweet spot once you let out a whimper. Feeling him harden under you, you grinned on him seeking for some sort of friction, making him groan. « This », he said touching the stripes of your bra « is fucking hot ». You moaned hearing and feeling the effect you had on him. You tugged at his shirt and throw it over his head. ‘Oh God, his chest.’ You slightly traced your fingers on his firm and muscular chest, curving every line of his abs. « No. This is hot », you whispered. Your lips met again. In a fraction, he had you on your back and hovered his tall frame over you, grinding into your hips, making both of you moan. You took out your bra making him take one of your nipples between his teeth. You arched your back feeling so much pleasure. He sucked on it while grabbing the other one with his heavy hand. « Chris…Hmm…Please », you bucked your hips to his. He came back to your neck, sucking and marking you as his « Mine ». One of his hands slid down your folds making you arch your back even more, searching for more friction. « God, so wet baby. Is this all for me? » « Chris, please » « What, no foreplay hun? », he asked smugly. « Ain’t nobody got time for that », you told him. His chuckle vanished once you touched his shaft. Grabbing him through his pants. « Fuck », he moaned. Hearing him moan made you even more wet and he noticed it. « Does my moans turn you on babe? » You nodded frantically. « Hmmm », he continued. You closed your eyes because you couldn’t take his teasing anymore. He sensed your desperation because in reality he was as desperate for you as you for him. 

He took your laced panties next, stroking your folds and clit. You bucked your hips further into his hand. « So beautiful » He discharged his trousers and boxers at the same time and his cock sprung free, hitting his stomach. You gasped at how long and thick it was. Biting your lip you guided your fingers around him and stroke it. « Shit Y/N. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum », he rasped. His eyes locked at you and you immediately know what he was implying « The nightstand ». He smiled and took a condom before rolling it down his shaft. He alined himself at your entrance « Ready? » You nodded and felt your walls stretching slowly. You gasped at the sensation. Chris filling you inch by inch. You were both panting. « Chrisss.. move please ». He started thrusting slowly, your hips finding his. « Shit. So tight. So perfect babe. Squeezing me so good » You let out an almost pornographic moan hearing him talk like that and he joined yours. « Look how perfectly we fit babe. Mine. All mine », he moaned. « Yours », you said and felt him twitch inside you. His thrusts became harder and felt pleasure overflowing you. « Chris..I’m..I’m.. » « I know baby, me too. » Your cunt began to squeeze him. « Fuck. Cum baby, cum with me », he groaned. A few thrusts later, you were both cumming hard, euphoria washing through your bodies. Your silent screams coming out of your mouth. Felling his cock throb inside you made your pleasure last longer. You both came down your high, his head laying on your chest, your fingers caressing his hair. He slid out of you, discharging the condom into the bin and laid beside you. He closed the gap between your sweaty bodies and engulfed you in his arms, your head on his broad chest. He took your chin and kissed you gently « I love you Y/N » « I love you Chris », were the last phrases heard in the bedroom before you both felt asleep.

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1 September

You looked at the clock on your phone,  “17:35” it read with white numbers. Great, you thought ironically, always so damn late. You had to be done and out the door in 5 minutes and you were not even close to be done, still in your bathrobe with dripping wet hair from the shower you just stepped out of. It doesn’t matter when you start getting ready, it always comes down to the last minutes. You sent a short text to Namjoon, saying that you were going to be 15 minutes late. He almost immediately replied with a thumbs-up emoji. He’s probably busy doing the last preparing for the surprise party, you thought feeling partly guilty about missing the moment of surprise and not seeing Jungkook’s shocked face, but also partly relived that you didn’t need to rush as much anymore. Also, everyone that is remotely close to you know that you are a time optimist, meaning that they’ve probably didn’t count on you being on time anyways. You hated that you had that image and it made you feel unreliable and a bad friend. You made a mental note of changing that for the next year.

 In the middle of your self-deprecating thoughts, you picked your outfit. A black loose V-neck t-shirt tucked into a midnight blue wrap skirt. The asymmetrical hemline made your legs look longer and you liked that. You then starred at your shoes, deciding between heels or flats. The new silver strappy heels were super cute, and you had yet to wear them. But you also knew that you were going to regret that shoe-choice in about 3 short hours and that your feet would hate you.

- Beauty is pain, you whispered to yourself in a mantra kind of way.

And on, the strappy heels went. However, just to be safe, you grabbed a pair of white low converse and threw them in your ridicules expensive Givenchy bag that did not deserve that treatment. Sorry “GiGi”, you said in your mind as you additionally chucked in a bunch of makeup, without putting them in a makeup bag first, in your beloved purse. You always named your designer bags, it began as a fun gag between you and your ex-boyfriend back in high school, as a way of persuading him (and yourself) that it was ok for you to buy such pricy material things. Thinking that it made the purchase surmountable if you had a more human emotional connection with the bags. That ex-boyfriend is now long gone but the tradition of baptizing your bags remains.

 You took a last look in the mirror before heading out. The makeup could be done in the cab on the way to the location, you had done that many times before. However, the hair was still damped. You rubbed the towel against your head a couple of times, soon realizing that it did little difference. You crossed your fingers, hoping that it would dry in time. You didn’t mind your natural wavy hair texture, a result of having a mum with curly hair and a dad with straight hair. You took another look at the time, “18:01” it read on the screen of your phone. You rolled your eyes at yourself, you would be an additional 4 minutes later than what you hade made your second promise to be to Namjoon.

- Siri, you said to your phone while grabbing your favorite leather jacket and your handbag, make a note, title: new years resolutions, be on time.

You then took long and persistent steps out of your hotel room and towards the elevators, as your shoes didn’t allow you to run. You rode the elevator down to the lobby and smiled when you saw the cabs waiting outside the hotel.

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You heard the loud music of the karaoke and people singing, talking and laughing right as you entered the front door of the nolaebang. The boys had rented a whole karaoke place, as they wanted to have fun and not worry about anyone taking pictures or leaking gossip. All of the rooms stood opened and empty except for the biggest room in the far corridor. You took a deep breath and embraced yourself for a long night of craziness before walking trough the door. The first think that welcomed you inside the room was a thick smoke. It smelled like a mixture of an over-used smoke machine, cigarettes and weed. It made you cough and your eyes go dry.

- Hi Kesh! You heard someone yell excitingly and you tried to look for the person responsible for that declaration.

You could tell by the raspy voice that it was Taehyun, and you were shocked to find out that he had appeared right beside you, so close that his chest was touching your arm. He smelled like alcohol. How the fuck did he manage to get this drunk in just half an hour? You asked yourself. The answer had to be that they pre-partied before Jungkook and everyone else arrived. That boy gets even more touchy feely when he’s drunk, you thought. But you liked it. Koreans tend to be more reserved and to a point, almost too respectful. Someone warm and easygoing as Taehyun made you feel further at ease and reminded you of your friends back home in Sweden.

- Hola Chica! You answered and gave him a cheeky smile before going in for huge hug. Over Taehyuns shoulder you saw the main guy of the night, birthday boy Jungkook. Your eyes had by now gotten use to the darkness and the smoke. The room was huge. Bigger than your childhood home, a three roomed apartment. It had two groups of black leather sofas cascading along the wall in the back. They surrounded tables filled with beer and liquor bottles. And you saw some of the guys of Got7 and B.A.P talking to Jessi and some comedian you didn’t know the name of sitting in the sofas. On the opposite wall there was the biggest TV you had ever seen in your entire life. Some girls you had never seen before were singing a trot song with Yoongi. He varied between having his hands on the different girls asses as they all danced seductively. The weird combination between playing a traditional trot song and grinding made you laugh.

- What’s so funny? Taehyun asked, looking puzzled and releasing you from the hug.

- What else is new around here, huh? You said ironically gesturing towards Yoongi and co. And Taehyun joined you in your laugh. He then leaned in, and whispered;

-Hyung has already gone to the bathroom with two girls a while ago and returned with his hair all disheveled. You made a choked face without feeling a bit least chocked and you and Taehyun laughed some more.

-I’m gonna go and say hi and happy birthday to Kookie, ok? You yelled over the music to Taehyun and he nodded and let you wander off.

You walked in front of some red armchairs that were placed in a half circle facing the TV screen. There was Hoseok making out with his long time girlfriend Maki. You smiled brightly and waved at them, even though you knew they were too busy to see you. You had met Maki a couple of times before and you liked her. She was from Japan and they meet 2 years back when BTS was promoting in there and she was part of the staff at a big venue. You remember Hoseok saying that he immediately fell in love the moment she handed him his first water, and she hasn’t stopped taking care of him since. She was a real girly girl with a high voice and everything about her could be describes with one easy word: cute. Your complete opposite. You liked that she always made Hoseok calmer and relaxed. Your guess was that he probably didn’t feel like had to take on the responsibility of creating a good and fun mood each time he is with her, unlike when he is with BTS.

Jungkook was on a raised platform running along the main karaoke floor, sitting in a corner of futons, chatting with NamJoon, Jimin, Jackson and Zico and sipping on something resembling champagne. There was a girl sitting on Zico’s lap, her back was turned to you so you could not see her face. But judging from the slim and long figure you guessed: Seolhyun. Looks like they are back together. You had just heard from someone that they had broken up last week. But that was the entertainment business behind closed doors. Celebrities hook up and break up as often as they change their cloths.

-Hola Chicas! You yelled your signature greeting at them as you walked up the few stairs onto the platform. Jungkook jumped up from the sofa when he saw you, a bit to rapidly, hitting his knee on the glass table in front of him. Everyone went quit for a while bracing for the possibility of the table breaking. One second later Junkook let out a highpitched scream while rubbing his knee. And the following second the corner was filled with laughter. Maknae sure is cute.

Jungkook stepped up onto the futon and walked behind Namjoon and Jimin’s backs towards you. You met him at the end of the futon and grabbed him into a long hug that ended with you giving him a kiss on the cheek. The peck left a lipstick mark and made him bush and Jackson teasing him about it only make him blush even more.

-Happy birthday Kookie! You said excitingly as you yanked a headband with a large foam cookie on a spring that bounced back and forward.

-Thanks Noona-ya! Jungkook said in his satoori dialect. Even though you thought of him as a younger brother you had to admit. That did things to you. It did hot things to you. You made him sit down on the futon again and placed yourself next to him, not before grabbing a bear from the table and greeting everyone else.  

-I come bearing gifts! You told him as you placed a tall paper bag on his lap.

-Wow! Heavy!  Said Jungkook.

He looked like a kid on Christmas, and with the imprint of your lips still on his cheek. He looked even more adorable. If only the fans were here, they would all die from his delightfulness.

Jungkook dove his hand into the bag and pulled out a big bottle of Absolut Vodka. The bottle was beautifully decorated with a colorful drawing of a rising sun. And on the label it read “Absolut Svea”.

-You know Absolut is from Sweden right? You explained. This is a limited edition and taste of ginger and apples! Shots on you later on huh? You teased and Jungkook nodded thrillingly as the company around the table all clapped and wowed.

His hand went into the paper bag again and he pulled out a white T-shirt. He unfolded it and read the graphics on it. “MAKNAE” it said in bold black letters. He melted into the couch and snickered. Both Jackson and Seolhyun got curious to know what the T-shirt read.

-What? What? What? Let me seeeeee, Jackson demanded.

Jungkook sat up again and showed everyone the front of the T-shirt. He then pulled it on, over this dress shirt. He then squeezed your arm and thanked you for the presents.

-Wait! There is one more gift! You announced. Look again!

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and reached inside the bag yet another time. This time he pulled out a magazine. “MAXIM” it said on the front. Jungkook’s eyes went big when he realized who the person on the cover was. He looked at you, looked down at the magazine and than back at you again. Now it was your time to blush. You cleared your throat and chucked the rest of your beer.

-Mhm, yepp, that’s Nonna-ya. You acknowledge and gave him your sexiest wink.

And the corner went quite yet again.