#i knew taking a picture of my outfit that day would pay off. i looked good in it and so does He

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i wanted to put Wally in my Barbie movie fit <3 he's gonna go watch it with his bestie

it backfired <3 poor thing's in a crisis

[eternalxvenus]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ birthday girl ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

summary: since it's my birthday i can't get the idea of spending your birthday with rafe out of my head so here's a little blurb about it. (angst version)

cw: smut 18+, rafe x f!reader, rafe spoiling you like crazy, fluff

wc: 0.5k

notes: im obsessed with this man like i need him so bad 💔

Rafe would wake you up with kisses and a quick orgasm to start your day. He'd just keep saying how much he loves you and that he doesn't deserve such an amazing girlfriend. Then he'd take you to a fancy breakfast/brunch spot. He wants to begin the day on a good note. You'd get all dressed up and do your makeup so he could take some pictures for you. And best believe he paid for the hair, nails, lashes, eyebrows, everything. He was completely spoiling you rotten. You offered to pay for some of it or at least half and he looked at you like you'd grown three heads. "It's my job to spoil you. You shouldn't have to pay for anything. Ever."

After breakfast, he'd take you shopping (obviously). Handing his card to the cashier every time while giving you a smile and telling you how beautiful you are, and he can't wait to see you wear all the different outfits (and take them off you later). Many clothes, jewelry, and designer bags later, you figured he probably spent thousands of dollars on you today alone. And the entire time all he did was watch you with such adoration as you tried things on and looked at stuff you liked.

He'd come along to dinner with you and your family, putting up the sweet innocent boyfriend act. You knew he was getting antsy though. His hand would start to caress your thigh underneath the table, squeezing occasionally. While your family was busy talking he leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering, "I can't wait until I have you in my bed moaning my name."

Dinner wrapped up shortly after and once you were both in the car on your way to Tannyhill you could see his bulge straining against his slacks.

"Aw Rafe, do I look that good? You can't even control yourself?" You hoped he'd excuse your teasing since it was your birthday. In reality, though you wanted him just as bad.

You were barely able to get inside before Rafe was all over you. Luckily his family was on a trip, so you had the house to yourselves. He got you to his room and practically ripped off your new and very expensive dress. Mumbling out "I'll buy you a new one." In between your fervent kisses.

Once he was inside you, all that could be heard were the sounds of skin, arousal, and moans. He was so rough yet passionate with his thrusts. "I couldn't wait to give you this birthday dick. Fuck, baby... I fucking needed you." At that point you couldn't yourself as you started babbling out whimpers of his name and 'I love you'. He wasn't gonna last much longer as his rhythm was lost. Even as your orgasm came and his following shortly after, it was obvious more rounds were in store for you, Rafe saying a breathy 'Happy birthday baby' before flipping you over and sinking into your heat again.

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[koolades-world]

Hey there! I'd Like to request something. So like, MC is an Artist (Style doesn't matter they just have to draw humanoid things) and then they draw the brothers+dateables in their style, what would the reaction be?

hello! sure thing :)

I myself am admittedly not a very good artist, which is my my preferred art form is writing. the only time I draw is usually during gartic phone games with friends, and thanks to my franticness under a time limit it's always very chaotic. but at this point I've just embraced it and it's always funny

enjoy!

Artist Mc

Lucifer

you draw him while he's seated at the dinner table on a saturday morning while he's reading the newspaper and enjoying a coffee

not that you didn't intend to show him, but suddenly he was leaning over your shoulder, staring, and it caught you off guard

as you scramble to explain, he just smiles and sits back down in his chair and goes back to what he was doing to keep being you model

once you're done, he asks if he can at least have a copy to keep, which in itself is a huge compliment, but it's so he can think of you every time he looks at it 🥺

Mammon

during class, he happened to look super cute as always while looking wistfully out a nearby window a few rows in front of you and the lesson was getting boring anyways. next to your notes, you begin to doodle him, using highlighters for color

you forget it's there and lend him that very notebook since he had tuned out that same lesson

once he opens it, he seems himself and doesn't know how to react. he's a babbling, red mess

once he regains motor functions, he shakily declares that it's very becoming of the Great Mammon and that you did a great job. success!

Levi

the two of you are hanging out in his room. he's playing a ruri game and you're lounging behind him, sketching on a bean bag

you're not drawing anything in particular and were searching for an idea when suddenly, the idea found you

levi wasn't paying attention to you, so you could easily look at him and ruri, and sketch them side by side in matching outfits

once he stops for a moment to get a snack, you happily show him the drawing and he does the demon equivalent of blue screening. give him a minute to reboot then try again haha

Satan

when you decided to draw him, the two of you were seating together, with you in his lap while he read a book so he saw the drawing from it's first line to it's last

made positive comments about it the entire time, like about how you captured the green of his eyes perfectly, or telling you his hair looked better in the picture than it did in real life

at some point, he stopped pretending to read the book and sat watching you with his chin on your shoulder

he added cute little notes around it once you were done with little hearts around them

Asmo

he's asked you to draw him jokingly a few times, but never expected you to actually do it the next time he asked

when you tell him if he wants, he can pick something else to wear, he almost strips down so you can draw him nude but you stop him as soon as he started to take his shirt off

he scurried away and was back quickly in a new outfit, and posed how he would for a picture

talks to you basically the entire time you draw, and once you're done, he squeezes you into a tight hug and asks if he can post it on his Devilgram

Beel

after joining him enough times for Fangol practice, you knew it well enough to begin making sketches of him as he practiced

drawing him in action was a little challenging since he never held still, but you were determined

you drew a few since his practice went on longer that day, and got to proudly show him the results

he was equally as proud of you since he thought you did a great job. he asks if he can have one, and if you give it to him, you'll find it hanging up next to his bed next to all his Fangol trophies <3

Belphie

he's an easy model to draw thanks to his lethargy, so you often find yourself sketching him

something about his peaceful nature and natural frosted tips was just so drawable, so you had at least a few pages full of him napping in various positions with different blankets

one time, he wakes up while you're next to him drawing, and is a little shocked in a good way. he didn't know you viewed him that highly

he's still half asleep, so he just compliments your artwork and moves to lay his head on your lap, then falls back asleep, ensuring you're the flustered one now

[souryoong]

good for you | myg (18+)

Pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x f!reader

Genre: smut!! (18+ readers only pls), established relationship

Word Count: 2,278

Summary: you've been teasing your boyfriend over text while he's been away in paris for business, and he comes home early to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: mentions of sexting, cunnilingus, fingering, making out, clitoral stimulation, tongue kissing, praise kink, edging, reader gets teary, orgasm denial, hitting it from the back, creampie (god I still hate that word!!). also showering together is henced because after all, they are a couple.

Authors Note: hi guys!!! welcome to my own version of march madness (some watch basketball, I write smut. jk I do like basketball too.) I said it before, but just in case you didn't hear, I am celebrating yoongi's bday as well as my own this month by posting my favorite pisces 2 (or 3? its the aries in me to be a menace) times this month. enjoy the smut and happy birthday to my twin flame, yoongi!!

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Yoongi’s patience with you seemed to always be never ending. Nothing that you did ever seemed to cross the line, and when it did, you knew.

Well, today was one of those days.

Yoongi had been in Paris for work for a few days, and with the time difference, you got bored at night and stayed up late, sending him pictures and videos of yourself. They started off with sending him cute outfits that you bought, and then lingerie. However, he stopped responding when you sent him a video of yourself in the bathtub, making you wonder if you might have taken things a little too far. You didn’t want to interrupt him if he was dealing with important business.

Feeling kind of panicky and unsure what Yoongi was thinking, you eventually went to bed, hoping he would somehow not see it, or completely forget about it.

In the morning, you woke up to a text from Yoongi.

Yoongi: You like teasing me like that don’t you, distracting me from work?

You knew he wasn’t actually mad, he probably did enjoy what you were sending him, but maybe it was a bad time.

You thought for a second, and sent a quick text back to him.

You: Just thinking about you, baby.

Hoping that smoothed things over, you went on with your day. Since the time difference, you weren’t expecting to hear from Yoongi until later on in the night.

Later on, when you were winding down for the night, changing into your pajamas, your boss at work called a zoom meeting, discussing some business endeavors.

Since you were very much not modest — your pajamas were a pair of underwear and a big t shirt, your camera was turned off so no one could see you.

The meeting felt like it was going on for forever, you had one of your AirPods in even though sometimes you felt like you probably weren’t even paying attention. The good thing was is that you probably didn’t have to talk.

You pulled your knees in towards your chest in your chair at your desk, taking a drink from your glass that was next to your computer mouse. Suddenly, you heard a knock, but brushed it off as one of your coworkers making noise. You didn’t look away from your computer screen.

A few seconds later, there was another knock that was slightly louder than before; making you realize it was in the room and not coming from the computer. You looked around the room and was almost in disbelief when you saw Yoongi leaning against the doorway, one of his hands in his pocket of his tan colored suit.

“Yoongi?” You questioned him quickly. “I thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.”

Yoongi stepped towards you. “My manager told me there was an earlier flight, so I left right after my event; hence why I’m so dressed up.”

“Yeah, you look so sexy.” You complimented him as he walked behind you. “What made you decide to leave early?”

That was a stupid question.

“Oh did someone suddenly forget what she did to me?” Yoongi’s large hands were on your shoulders.

You were silent, looking at your computer.

“Hey sweetheart. That was a question.” Yoongi leaned down, his low voice in your ear.

“I forgot about it.” You responded, reaching to rest one of your hands onto his.

“I’m not mad. You can send me whatever you want; you know that.” Yoongi brushed a piece of hair away from his face. “But to send me a video of you in the bathtub, while I’m sitting at a meeting? I had to cover my lap like I’m a goddamn teenager.”

You smirked to yourself at his reaction, not realizing he wasn’t done talking.

“Now I’m in the mood to edge you until you cry. Make you learn your lesson.”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Fuck. You knew Yoongi meant it when he said things like that.

“Yoongi, I —" You started to speak, but you were cut off.

“Hey, looks like someone has a meeting to listen to, right?” You wondered how long he was standing there earlier as he planted a few kisses along your neck, making you close your eyes. He was for sure pushing your buttons as you hummed in response.

“How was Paris?” You tried to distract your mind, at this point you weren’t even paying attention to your meeting.

“It was nice. I think you’d like it. Next time you should go with me.” One of his hands was now on your inner thigh, and you knew for sure that you were probably soaking your panties.

“I think —“ Your words were cut off when Yoongi’s fingers brushed against your clothed clit, making you swallow hard.

He moved one of your legs to rest on top of the desk, giving himself full view of your panties that were in fact soaked.

“Already worked up for me?” It was a stupid question to ask; you always were.

“Yoongi.” You spoke, a neediness in your voice.

He moved your chair back, somewhat startling you. Then he was hovering over you; his face close to yours. He gave you a quick kiss, making your heart flutter.

He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties. “Lift your hips.” Yoongi suddenly spoke, and you did.

Yoongi pulled down your panties, swearing to himself when he saw how wet you were. Stuffing them in his suit pocket, he turned your chair and got on his knees in front of you.

“Fuck.” Yoongi muttered to himself, putting his hands on your thighs. You felt like you were holding your breath. Trying to focus on your computer screen, but also trying to brace yourself for Yoongi’s tongue or fingers.

Yoongi barely touched your clit with his thumb; making you jump. He pressed harder, moving in slow circles.

You let out a sigh, practically feeling your arousal dripping out of you at this point. Yoongi paused for a second, pulling your hips towards himself so that you were sort of laying back in your chair; and more comfortable. Just as you looked away from Yoongi, you felt him push his middle and ring finger inside of you, pressing against your front wall hard.

You cried out his name, leaning your head back.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Yoongi grunted. “Fuck.” He was right, you could hear the squelching noises from his fingers going in and out of you.

Yoongi didn’t say anything before leaning down and sucking your clit into his mouth; forming a rhythm with the way his fingers were moving in and out of you.

Your body shuddered when his fingers brushed against your sweet spot; and you knew you weren’t going to last long if he kept going like this.

One of your hands was in his long, dark hair; trying to hold him there. You could feel yourself getting close, hanging on the edge of your orgasm.

Until suddenly, Yoongi stopped.

“Yoongi!” You were so frustrated, panting. “What the fuck?”

“Baby.” Yoongi spoke lowly, kissing your inner thigh. “Did I say that you could cum?”

“No.” You sighed, looking towards your computer screen.

“Be good for me.” Yoongi glanced up at you, giving you a look that gave you chills and reminded you that you were practically naked in your home office, while he was still fully clothed.

He suddenly stood up in front of you, removing his tan suit jacket; and then throwing it off to the floor. Yoongi leaned in close, grabbing your jaw and giving you a deep kiss; making you taste your own arousal.

“Can you do that for me?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” You answered, even though it didn’t sound very promising. “But Yoongi, I think I might have to talk in this.”

“Then you can talk.” Yoongi pressed three of his fingers against your clit, then in a half of a second they were inside of you again.

Yoongi was going way harder than before; fucking you with his fingers. He stood up, trying to get better leverage. You felt his fingers bump your sweet spot, making you grab onto him; practically begging him not to stop.

“Yoongi, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Your voice was a whine as your walls were clenching his fingers.

On the brink of your second orgasm, you could hear the squelching noise coming from between your legs; realizing that you were probably gushing at this point.

“Yoongi.” You whined, pulling him in for a kiss.

You felt his fingers leave you again, making you let out a sob of a moan against his mouth. At this point you wanted to cry. You wished that your stupid meeting was over and Yoongi was pounding you into your mattress.

“Yoongi, I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” Your voice was shaky as you exhaled.

“I think you can handle more.” Yoongi answered you. He was right, you always liked to push yourself until you found your limit.

You let out a whine when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance again. “Yoongi, please.”

In what seemed like perfect timing; you heard everyone in your meeting saying their goodbyes and wrapping up.

“Alright have a good night everyone, see you Monday morning.”

You watched Yoongi in front of you undoing his belt, and throw it onto the floor with a thud. You quickly unmuted yourself in the meeting to say good bye, then left.

You took out the one AirPod you had in your right ear just in time for Yoongi to grab your chin with one of his hands, kissing you with such a force you thought he’d bruise you.

You grabbed onto his wrist when he simultaneously slipped his tongue into your mouth as his fingers started rubbing your now over sensitive clit.

Yoongi let out a moan into your mouth, making your core clench around nothing.

You broke away from the kiss, his face was still close to yours. Practically aching for him, you whined. “Yoongi, please.”

Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, Yoongi stood back up, and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Go to the couch. With your back towards me.”

As Yoongi’s shirt was discarded onto the floor, you got up out of your chair; your legs feeling like they didn’t belong to yourself at first. The couch was only a few steps away from your chair at your desk.

You put your knees onto the seat of the couch, then leaned your upper body onto the back rest. Never thinking you’d be having sex in your office; you were glad that this couch was surprisingly roomy.

Hearing movement and fabric rustling, you could only assume that Yoongi’s pants were now off. He moved his hand along the small of your back, pushing your t shirt up to expose more of your body to him.

“Fuck.” Yoongi swore as you arched your back, getting ready for him. “Look at you.”

You let out a moan when you felt his cock head against your entrance, and you moved, trying to fuck yourself onto him.

Yoongi grabbed a hold of your hips, keeping you still he pushed himself inside of you; bottoming out in one thrust.

“Fuck!” You let out a moan, your mouth falling open.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

You put your knees further apart on the couch in attempts to feel him a little deeper.

“Yoongi, fuck.” You slightly turned, grabbing onto his wrist as he held onto you. “Don’t stop.”

You felt him nudge your g-spot, making your walls abruptly clench around him. You could tell that your orgasm was somewhat close.

Suddenly Yoongi pulled you up so your back was against his chest; the new angle making you feel him so deep it was like he was in your stomach.

Your eyes were watering as you still clutch onto him. “Fuck, Yoongi I’m so close.” Leaning back into him, he planted a few kisses along your shoulder and neck.

Yoongi reached between hour legs with one hand and started to rub your clit, and your legs started to shake underneath you.

Your eyes were getting teary as Yoongi’s pace never faltered. “Yoongi, please.” Your voice was a whine. “Let me cum.”

“Yeah, you wanna cum?” Yoongi’s voice was breathy against your neck.

“Please.” You leaned into him, one of your hands making its way to his dark hair as you craned your neck to kiss him. “Tell me I’m a good girl.”

Yoongi grunted, starting to fuck into you so hard that you fell forwards back onto the couch. “My good girl.” It was almost as if he was enunciating the words with his thrusts.

“Oh god.” The words left your mouth like a sob as your orgasm crashed into you; this time Yoongi doing nothing to stop it. Your body nearly trembling as Yoongi continued fucking into you. “Fuck.”

“Shit.” Yoongi swore under his breath, his hips stuttering before releasing himself inside of you.

“Yoongi.” You whined at the feeling before it was apparent it was running down your inner thigh. You laughed slightly. “My couch.”

“What?” He was panting, then laughed with you. “Sorry, baby.”

You turned to face him. “God, what time is it? I’m exhausted.”

“You’re telling me. I’m jetlagged as fuck right now.”

You looked up at him, both of you were sweaty, fucked out, and exhausted.

“I’m happy you’re home.”

Yoongi smiled at you, pulling you up off of the couch. “Me too, now let’s take a shower and go the fuck to bed.”

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Tags: @dearlyjoonie @thepurpleghost @che-er-ful @thoughtfullysassysublime @yoongiscta @polyparkj

[graciegoeskrazy]

they’re just girls

Matty Healy + Teen!Sister!reader

warnings: sad, fluffy, some language ig??

a/n: HI HERES MATTY THING

The both of you made a point to call each other a few times a week, not wanting the distance between you two get in the way of the brother-sister bond. It was usually after school. It didn’t matter if he was in the same city or on the other side of the world in a completely different time zone. He always made a point to call. You got grounded for two weeks starting yesterday. Something about coming home drunk on prom night. (You couldn’t remember all the details because you were too drunk) You didn’t want to mess with your mother so you let it be. You make sure to fill Matty in on your endeavors that night.

He took a puff from a cig as you spoke. “How come Mum is forbidding me from going to parties meanwhile you and all your friends went out everywhere all the time.”

He let out a smile. “She never let me go anywhere. Me and the lads always snuck out.”

You rolled your eyes. That made much more sense. “When will you come to visit?” You asked, voice pleading.

His smirk of a smile quickly faded. “Hard to say, my love. I’m on tour right now so things are a bit complicated.”

“You can’t even come for my birthday?” Your voice pleaded.

“I don’t think so, love. I’m afraid i’m stuck here.” He felt really bad. He really did. It didn’t matter how old you were, you were the baby of the family. His baby. He felt bad enough missing out on you growing up, practically leaving by the time you could babble. He was determined not to miss out on your life. And he didn’t. Despite the enormous age gap and expectations from others to not be the normal sibling type, he made efforts, and the payed off. “Hey.” He said. You slowly looked back at him. You could tell he was sorry. “I’ll find my way home soon. Just takes time, right?”

You looked outside the window next to your bed again. “Yeah.” His heart ached seeing you like this. It became quiet between you two. You sat still looking out, biting your nails. Until, “I gotta go. I have a test I need to study for.”

He sighed, taking another smoke. “Alright.”

“Bye.” You said, turning back to him showing a smile. One he could clearly see through.

“Goodnight, sissy.” He said.

“Night.”

…

Cut to a few days later. Your friend texts you and says that her sister has 2 extra tickets for a 1975 show in London and asks if you want to go. You were technically still grounded so you knew your mom wouldn’t love the idea of a 4-hour road trip with your friends, even if it was to his son’s concert. You recalled the conversation with your brother from a few nights ago. You have barely spoken since then, other than when he commented on a post you made and when you told him to ‘stfu’ when he posted something stupid on his story. You remembered him telling you that he snuck out, and snuck out often.

You were a good girl. As bold and ruthless as you were, you never spoke back, never got in trouble (until now), and you were a straight A student with a stellar GPA. Besides there were other thing your mother and father should be worrying about other than you sneaking out frot a night.

You thought about it for a few minutes, pondering your decision, before eventually texting back your friend and telling her you were in.

You packed your bag in a rush the next day. packing just an outfit for the concert and another comfy one for the late night ride back. As you walked out the front door, not worrying about your mother because she was still working, the realization hit you. You still hadn't told your brother.

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Hours later, at the actually barricade, situated in the perfect spot between where you brother and Ross would be, you still didn’t. You pondered how you would do it, teasing your friend that you wouldn't tell him at all and wait for him to come out. But, there were too many people in the crowded area and you didn’t want to take that chance. You opened up his contact and texted him a picture of the blue curtain right in front of you. To no one's surprise, he called you immediately.

“Y/n Healy.” He said, as soon as the Facetime connected.

You payed dumb, your friend letting out a laugh as you spoke. “Yessss?”

“Where to fuck are you?” he said.

You played dumb, in hopes of pissing him off more, “Um…at a concert!”

“Who’s concert?” You could hear the band laughing in the background. Matty must have filled hem in.

You shrugged before looking at the camera. “This shit rock band.”

He rolled his eyes and you could hear George let out a laugh beside him. “Does Mum know you’re here?” Your demeanor changed as you tired your best to hold in giggles. “Y/n!” He said.

“What? I missed you!”

“That does not give you an excuse to lie to our parents and take a spontaneous road trip to my gig!” People around started paying attention to the man on your phone screen, realizing it was the man they had come to see.

You smiled. “Well, nice to see you too!”

“Oh my God.” He said, yet again rolling his eyes.

George took the phone from him, knowing his best friend was getting nowhere. “Hi, munchkin.”

“Hi, George!” You smiled. It had been an even longer while since you’ve seen the band.

“Snuck out, did you?” He asked.

“Maybe?” You said, smiling. Even more people started setting whispers. You didn’t care.

“Hm. You at the barricade?”

“Yep! I’m watching the show tonight whether my brother likes it or not!” You replied, smiling once more.

“Nice! I’ll give you a stick.” He smiled before your brother cut it short.

“Stop incoraging her. Give me the phone-“

He reluctantly handed the phone back. “I’m texting Mum. I’m telling her you’re here.”

“Oh, so when you snuck out and did things it was fine? Dude, It’s a 1975 concert. There are more dangerous places to be.”

“You’re 16. You can’t even drive yet, love!”

“Hey! I have my permit.” You said defending yourself.

“Your permit not a license!”

You thought for a moment then rolled your eyes. “It’s fine.”

He sighed. “I’m texting Mum.” He hung up after that.

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Mum | Go have fun. Give him a big hug for me, alright?

y/n | I’m sorry for sneaking out and driving several hours and lying to you.

Mum | I knew you left, my love. It’s okay.

Mum| I told him to take care of you tonight and send you off in the morning. Be nice and be careful please🩷

y/n | yes maam.

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Mum | Take care of my girl or you’re grounded.

Matty | I’m 35 mum

Mum | I mean it.

Matty | Love u too

[mmimagine-40]

Daddy Daughter Dance

Dad!Tony Stark x Stark!FReader

Side Pairing: Talks of Steve Rogers x Stark!FReader. But not really established.

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"Aw isn't she just so cute!". Wanda says as she looks at the photos Pepper was showing everyone of the Daddy Daughter Dance Tony went to with Morgan. Different Avengers stood around as Pepper showed them the photos. Having only came to drop something off but now was showing off the pictures after Nat asked about the dance.

As the pictures are being shared around in comes Steve Bucky , Sam and Y/n from training. "I'm just saying, I was just going easy on you." Sam said trying to act all tough. The other three just laugh shaking their heads at him. Bucky threw his arm around Y/ns neck. "Oh please just admit Y/n kicked your ass.". Sam crossed his arms pouting. Y/n rolled her eyes as she pushed Bucky off of her. She turns brightening up as they come into the common area where Pepper was showing the pictures around.

"Pepper!". Y/n pulled her in for a hug. Pepper smiled kissing her check. "Oh look I haven't gotten to show you yet. Here the pictures From the Daddy Daughter Dance Tony took Morgan to.". Y/n smiled as she looked over the pictures. "Aw she looks so cute. I knew that dress was the right one. Did she have fun?". Y/n asked looking at the pictures of her little sister. Her heart swelling seeing her so happy. "Oh she had a blast , she hasn't stopped talking about it since they got back.". "Aw, I'll have to take her on a girls day so she can tell me all about it.". Pepper agree saying that Morgan would love that. especially as she has been asking to hang out with her big sister.

"Y/n did you ever go to a Daddy Daughter Dance?". Wanda asked Y/n. Who looked up at her take back a little. "oh , no. I never got to go to one.". "Really? Tony never took you to one?". Nat asked teasing. Y/n shook her head. "I mean me and Tony didn't even know about one another for most of my life. And when I finally got away from that group and did meet Tony till I was just going into my teen years. At that point I was a little too old from them. Plus I won't have gone anyways has mine and my Dads relationship wasn't that good till after he meet Pepper.". Y/n says looking at Pepper who smiles at her. Remember when she first met the young teen girl who was son confused about this new life she was in. And Tony the playboy who wasn't use to having this kind of responsibility. But over time their relationship strengthened. Especially thanks to Pepper as Tony always asked her for help to bond with Y/n.

Tony watched from the side. Watching at Y/n. He never really thought about the Daddy Daughter Dance for Y/n. Over the years and especially after having Morgan he realized how much he missed with Y/n. He has tried to make everything up to her as he can. No matter how much she told him it was fine and she was just happy to have him in her life now. As the others keep talking , an idea pops into Tony's head. He slips away from the group as he pulls his phone out. Making a few calls.

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Y/n sighed as she looked in the mirror putting on her earrings. Finishing up her outfit. Not very excited tonight. For some reason her Dad decided to randomly throw a gala/ Ball party thing for the Avengers. Y/n wasn't really sure exactly what it was. Having not really payed attention as all she heard was Party. She hated these kinds of things. As they normal aren't just the Avengers. But also many celebrities' and Government people. Y/n hated them all as they all tend to be so fake. Overly trying to impressed her. She would rather be laying in bed reading a book or even cuddled up with her favorite super soldier watching old movies.

Y/n did a once over herself once before heading out. Meeting Steve at her door as he was coming to get her. He stopped , smiling as he sees her. About to say something when he stopped. His eyes running over her body. "Wow..." was all he was able to get out as he stared at her. Y/n giggled softly as she closer to him. Gently lifting his chin to make him close his mouth. Steve chuckled after snapping out of it. "You look amazing.". "Thank you, You look very handsome.". Y/n said taking in Steve's form in the dressed up suit. He looked good. He smirked at her before holding his arm out for her to take. "Ready to go?". Y/n took his arm as they start walking to where the gala party was being held. "As ready as I'll ever be"

The gala went on. Everyone having a good time dancing , drink and mingling. Y/n stood next to Steve as his arm rest around her waist. As they listen and laugh as Nat tells them about the mission her Bucky , Clint and Sam got back from. In which Sam flew into a tree and got stuck. Only to be interrupted by the sound of glass clinking to get everyone's attention.

They all turn to see Tony standing on the stage where the band was. Holding a microphone as he got everyone's attention. Y/n looked around suspicious as everyone, the avengers, around her started to smile big. Looking back and forth between her and her father. Something was up.

"Thank you everyone who has come tonight. As you should all know I'm Tony Stark. This is not just any party for the Avengers. In fact this is a dance dedicated to someone very special to me." Y/ns face crunches softly confused what as happening. She looked towards Steve as she felt him gently squeeze her side. He looked down at her smiling as they turn back to Tony as he keeps talking. "You see, most of you know I'm a dad to three amazing kids. One of which is not actually mine but he might as well be.". Tony Jokes softly as he looks towards Peter. "I also have two amazing little girls. One of which is not so much of a little girl anymore. You see I did get to really be in the life of my eldest child's life. Due to this I missed many amazing things with them. So much stuff that I will never get to recreate with them. But I will try my best too. And this dance is one of those things. So this if I could call my daughter Y/n to the dance floor so we could share a daddy daughter dance.".

Y/n stood shocked as she watch Tony hand the mic off and step off the stage to the middle of the dance floor. Y/n was frozen still till she left someone gently push her towards the dance floor. Making her finally move closer to her father. Who held his hand out smiling at her. As soon as she took his hand the band started to play a soft song as they danced around the dance floor. Tears stung Y/ns eyes as she looked at her dad. "Dad, you didn't have to do any of this.". Tony softly smiled at her. "Yes I did. Your my princess. You deserve the best. I meant what I said. I would do anything and everything for you.". Y/n smiled sniffling as she rested her face on his shoulder. "You being my dad is enough.". Tony smiled as he held her close as they danced on. Even as others slowly started to join. They paid no mind to them as they danced. In that moment one one else mattered. Only them two and their father daughter bond.

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Something small I thought of. I don't know why I'm really in this soft mind set of Dad Tony and Daughter Reader. I hope you enjoy.-MM

[hotchners-wifey]

Save Her

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, Platonic!BAU x Reader, Morgan!Sister Reader

Summary: Y/N has a past she's never told anyone about, she was involved in some heavy things when she lived in England with her Aunt and Uncle. Things she thought were murdered along with her best friend, things she thought went missing with her boyfriend. Things that followed her to Quantico, Virginia.

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Chapter Warnings: Drinking, murder, mild swearing,

10 years ago ________________________________________

There’s a knock on my Aunt and Uncles front door, I look through the peephole and see two guys standing there. I make sure the chain is on the door before opening it, “Can I help you?” I asked. They looked at each other and the taller one spoke, “Y/N Y/L/N? Can we come in. We have some news regarding some people you might know.” I realized they were telling the truth and I closed the door to take the chain off. I let them in and walk them over to the couch.

“Would you guys like anything to drink. Tea or Coffee? My Aunt makes a killer black peach tea.” They shook their heads and smiled “No thank you, I’m officer Wisp and that’s officer Bailey. Do you know a Willow Allen and a Evan Warren?.” I sat down on the armchair next to the couch, worried I responded. “Yeah I do. Willow is my best friend and Evan is my boyfriend. Are they okay?” Officer Bailey looked over at me with a sad expression.

“Unfortunately no, we found the body of Willow this morning just outside county lines, she had a picture of you and Mr. Warren in her wallet." He pulled out an evidence bag with the picture of us the day we graduated high school. I grabbed it from him smiling at the memory, but it was suddenly overpowered by the thought of my dead best friend, "We went to pay a visit to Mr. Warren this morning but he wasn't home." "When we called his parents they said they haven't seen or heard from him all day." I knew that meant they either got him already or he was in hiding, but I knew one thing. I needed to get the hell out of dodge before they came to my house asking questions. "Do you know where he might be or anyone who would?" I shook my head "No I'm sorry, when we would have arguments he would leave for hours on end but he never went home."

"He would come back sweaty and would brush off my questions just responding with a 'I went for a run' and I would stop asking questions, knowing it would lead to more arguments." They nodded and stood up heading to the door, handing me a card, they tell me to call them if I can remember anything else or if I have information that I think could help. I opened the door and on my doormat was a single Y/F/F with a note that said in blue letters, "see you soon." ________________________________________ "Hello? Earth to Y/N, are you okay?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped turning to look behind me, I was greeted with three friendly faces looking at me with concern. "I'm sorry what'd you say?" Emily chuckled and pointed to the bouquet. "I asked you who got you the flowers." I looked down at them with a frown, "I don't know there's no name just says 'See you soon' in blue ink." They nodded and I turned to my front door and slowly put my key in the door opening it carefully. I have a security system but these people know how to break into an home without tripping it. I stay on my toes as I let the girls in and secretly do a quick onceover of my apartment before I relax. "All right, lets get to it. If we want to get to the club before a line forms then we should hurry up and get ready." They give each other looks and excitedly nod and quickly pull out their outfits for the night ________________________________________ Time skip to arriving at the club(i'm too lazy rn) ________________________________________ We arrived at the club and I already felt uncomfortable, Emily decided that the dresses I had in my closet weren't risky enough so she brought me one of her dresses in Y/F/C. It had lacy designs and sequins and it hugged my body tightly, when we walked into the club Derek, Spencer and Rossi were already there. We walked over to them and Emily looked around before asking Rossi, "No Hotch?" she yelled over the loud music. He nodded his head over to the bar where Aaron stood waiting for our drinks. We nodded and Spencer came over to me trying his best to keep his eyes on my face, "You look good Y/L/N." I smiled and playfully shoved his shoulder, "I thought I told you that you can call me Y/N when we're not working." He flushed and nodded awkwardly. Hotch came back with the drinks and we sat at the booth, Derek sat on my left while Spence sat on my right. After a few rounds I needed to use the bathroom, Spencer stood up to let me out and I let them know I'll be right back. I walked into the bathroom and hovered over the toilet seat to relieve myself when a singular Y/F/F was thrown under the stall door and the bathroom door opened and closed. I quickly finished up and grabbed the flower. When I went to wash my hands there was a photo pinned to the wall with a pocket knife. The photo was of me and Evan and the knife was the pocket knife my uncle gave to me before I moved to England, I ended up giving it to Evan to use for a job but he said he lost it. Which I was very sad about, I would've been happy about it being returned if I knew how and why it ended up back in America and in the town I live in.

[whydontyousaeso]

“Better in person”

You live as a cam girl, you always had made your money that way. But how does it end up when one of your top fans, and a pro wrestler, gets a date with you?

Warnings- SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!! Semi public sex, cam girl au (if that’s even needed)

A/n- first work to be posted here! Honestly pretty excited for what you guys think. Feel free to reblog and like, and my request are still open! Love you guys and merry Christmas!

You sat down your keys and walked into your bathroom, checking the time on your phone.

3:30

That’s good, that meant that you had 2 hours to get ready. One of your top fans had won a date with you, and while you were excited, you were nervous too. You’ve never been out on a date with anyone, so this would be new to you.

You jumped in the shower, deep washing your hair and doing your entire body clean. You knew he had high expectations, any man who payed thousands of dollars to see you naked had high expectations.

His username was rh0d3y, he had told you in conversations and private video calls that he was well off money wise, so he would make sure you were taken care of on the date.

Not that you needed it, but it was always appreciated.

By the time you finished your shower and your hair, it was almost 5. You sent him a quick text, making sure he was still good for tonight.

“Hey rh0d3y, hope you still good for tonight?”

“Of course, I’ve been thinking about it all day. Which dress will you be wearing?”

“Whichever one you want, I have some different silk dresses if you want me to wear one of them.”

“If you have a blue one wear that one, if not wear red”

“I have blue, I’ll use that one then ;)”

“Great, also the reservation will be under ‘rhodes’”

You gave his last message a thumbs up and walked into your closet, pulling out the dark blue dress you had told him about. It came down to your mid thigh when you sat down, and was a sleeveless top along with it. It wasn’t one you could wear a bra with, due to the spaghetti straps, but it wasn’t like you planned to need it anyways.

You threw on your matching underwear, a dark blue lace pair, and slipped into the dress, looking at yourself in the mirror. You debated sending a picture to him, but decided against it. You slipped your heels on and touched up your makeup, slipping a lip gloss into your purse. It was time to go, damn you were nervous.

when you got to the restaurant you were able to skip the line of people waiting and go straight to the front desk. “Hi, do you have a reservation?” The lady at the front asked, “I don’t, but my date does, it’ll be under Rhodes?” The girl tapped the screen and smiled, “of course! Follow me, he’s in one of our private rooms.”

Private rooms? You weren’t aware that they existed in the restaurant. As she lead you back a tightness started in your stomach, you couldn’t tell if it was excitement, nervousness, or just straight up lust. You hadn’t really seen him before, so for all you know it could be a 70 year old man waiting for you.

You were quickly proven wrong though. As soon as she opened the door you were greeted by a young man smoking a cigar. You saw his eyes light up as he stood up quickly. “Here you go ma’am, just let us know when you’re ready to order.” You smiled and nodded as she walked away, making your way in the room.

“Rhodes?” You asked the tall blond, “you don’t have to call me that, feel free to call me Cody dear.” The tightness in your stomach worsened, it was obvious what it was now. You nodded once more, sitting down across from him. You watched the way he moved, the way his blue suit hugged every muscle of his. It was almost unfair that he had hid this amazing body from you.

“So what do you do for a living Cody?” You asked, taking a sip from the water they had set out. “I’m a professional wrestler, like for wwe.”

“Oh really? You’re gonna have to take me to one of your shows, I’m interested now.” He smiled, looking at your outfit, only then did you realize that you were matching colors. “The dress looks amazing on you, blue really suits you” you saw his eyes darken as he looked you over.

“I’m sure it looks better up close, if you want to see.” You slid out of the booth, walking over to his side. Almost instinctively he turned towards you, opening his lap for you to sit on. You straddled one of his legs, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. One of his hands went to your waist while the other went to your thigh, squeezing both lightly.

“You look better in person than you do on camera.” He mumbled, leaning up to press his lips against yours. You moved on of your hands to his cheek, deepening the kiss and pulling his face towards yours. You felt his hands go to your ass, grabbing hard. You arched your back and moaned, pressing your breast up against his chest. He pulled away momentarily, dragging your straps down your arms, slowly exposing your tits. “I don’t even know where to start…”

“Well what are your options?”

“Fucking you dumb right now or going slow and taking my time with your body.”

“I think I know which one you want.”

He laughed, turning both of you around and laying you down on the booth. You moaned softly as the cold leather hit your bare back. You watched as Cody started taking off his jacket, but you grabbed his arm. “Don’t take it off, leave it on.”

He smirked and leaned back down, rubbing his hand up your thigh, higher and higher. “Mmm, Cody please”

“Shhhh it’s okay, I’m getting there baby girl trust me.”

You felt his hand remove from your thighs and whined. “Hey hey calm down baby girl, I’m about to give you what you want I promise.” He mumbled against your lips as you felt him undo his belt buckle, it didn’t take but a second for you to feel his dick on your clothed cunt.

“You ready darling?” He asked, moving your underwear to the side. You simply nodded and bit your lip, sure you had sex before, but nothing like this. You knew it was going to be good the moment he grabbed your waist.

He slammed into you, both of you letting out deep groans and loud moans. “God, are you always this tight?” You bit your lip and shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as he slammed his hips into yours.

He gripped your thigh, pulling it higher up to go deeper. You were seeing stars just with him thrusting, you could only imagine what the climax was going to feel like. Not that you were going to have to wait long, he knew what he was doing.

You were lucky enough to snap out of the self pleasure mindset that you were in and snap back to reality, opening your eyes to see Cody hunched over you, mumbling dirty words and phrases in your ear. You reached around his broad figure and dug your nails into his back, hearing him chuckle.

“Is this better then any of the little toys I see you use to play with yourself? I bet it is, isn’t it?”

You could only let out little gasps for air, leaving red marks behind on his back. Your mind was foggy, and your eyes were starting to tear up. You’ve never had an orgasm that made you pass out, but today might actually be the day.

“I hope you don’t mind me cumming quick baby, if you got me on a good day we would keep this going for hours.” He grunted as he sat up to look at you.

“Just cum, please” that was all you could mumble through your hazy mind and teary eyes. You felt the tightness in your stomach become unbearable, something that had never happened before. You closed your eyes and let it snap, releasing all your fluids that had built up, causing you to scream from the extreme pleasure.

You couldn’t hear his mutterings, or see the way he bit his lip and slammed into you deeper then ever, releasing his own spurts into you. It took you everything to stay awake, you were exhausted. As both of you panted and tried to catch your breath you heard a chuckle from him.

“So would you like to start off with an appetizer darling?”

[xoxoxoz]

Moon Chanelle x F!Reader

📝: Your girlfriend is very much puppy coded in public, but behind closed doors, she’s the total opposite

⚠️: starts off fluffy, nsfw later, cutie Chanelle to sexy Chanelle

The first time you met Chanelle, you instantly concluded that she gave off puppy vibes. It was a mixture of the way she would smile at the smallest things, get excited at the mention of barbecue, and even when she’d literally stand there doing nothing.

She was absolutely adorable and there was no way you couldn’t fall for her. Luckily, she fell for you too.

And her puppy personality grew bigger when you two made it official before R U Next aired. The others agreed it was a risky move, but the more they saw you two together, the more they started to support.

You and the other contestants were lucky enough to be given a break from all the cameras and practices so you all spent the day off by shopping.

You even matched outfits with your girlfriend. Chanelle didn’t need to be told twice when you organised the clothes on her bed.

You two separated from the group for a little while so you could snap pictures on your camera but you could feel a pair of eyes staring into your soul.

Taking one more picture, you looked to your side and saw your girlfriend looking down at you with sparkling eyes. She had a mask on but you could tell she was smiling wider than ever.

“What are you smiling at, Ms Moon?” You teased.

She wrapped an arm around your waist. “I’m a lucky woman”

You giggled at her words. “Stop, I’ll melt”

Chanelle’s smile never left and you decided to start showing her all the aesthetic photos you’ve taken so far, but you were confused by the sudden silence. That’s when you noticed your girlfriend wasn’t by your side anymore.

“Nelle?” You called while looking around.

But you spotted her in the distance in front of an ice cream truck. She turned to you and yelled. “Babe, ice cream!! They have mint choco flavour!!”

Her loud voice caught the attention of some others who were walking by. You scratched your head and slowly made your way to your excited girlfriend.

“I was tryna show you my photos but you run away for some ice cream?” You questioned her.

“Yes” she simply answered and turned to the ice cream man. “Two mint choco ice creams please, sir” she ordered cutely and tapped her card to pay.

Within seconds of waiting, the ice creams arrived and she handed a cone to you. “For you, m’lady”

“Thank you, baby. Now back to the photos, there’s this really cool one I took of Soyeon and Wonhee” You started to speak and scrolled through your camera gallery but again, Chanelle disappeared.

Releasing a deep sigh, you licked your ice cream and found your girlfriend looking at a candy store from the outside. If she was a real dog, that tail would’ve been wagging like a helicopter.

“Babe, babe look! Candy!! Sour patch kids!!”

“There you guys are! Thought you left us” Hyewon appeared with the rest of the group.

“Where’s Chanelle?” Jiwoo asked since you’re usually together with the American girl.

You continued licking your ice cream as you pointed to where the candy store was and your overly hyped girlfriend running back and forth to look at the displays.

“Babe, your favourite candy is here!! There’s a little train too!”

Her excitement made the rest of the girls laugh.

“She’s like a soft marshmallow. Can’t imagine her being the total opposite” Haseul commented with a smile.

The others nodded in agreement. You didn’t though, because only you knew how Chanelle was really like behind that puppy behaviour.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” She whispered in your ear with a deep voice.

She had you pinned against the bathroom wall, 2 fingers plunging deep inside your needy hole at a rough pace. Her lips attacked your neck with as many hickies she could give, not caring that you had to film for the show the next day.

“N-Nelle…more please, baby. I want to cum” You whined.

“Such a greedy girl. Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?” She gave a toothy grin and added a third finger.

Your back arched and you had to bite your lower lip to suppress any noises for your dorm mates to hear. “Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop please”

“Maybe I should get that strap and fuck you like the slut you are”

You nodded with your jaw slacked. “Yes yes, I want that so bad”

“God, you’re being so loud too. It’s like you want them to hear how much you love being fingered like a whore. Jiwoo Unnie and Yunah especially right? You dream about them ruining you too?” She hissed in your ear.

As jealous as she was, she wasn’t against the idea of sharing you with the others. There was a time you had a wet dream of Jiwoo, Yunah, and Chanelle destroying you at the same time, and wow it was like heaven. Your girlfriend tends to tease you with that memory whenever she gets the chance.

“Baby, I-I’m cumming!” You gasped, legs shaking when Chanelle shoved her fingers deeper, feeling your cum explode on her hand.

“Good girl” Chanelle whispered and kissed your sweaty forehead, bringing her soaked fingers to her mouth and sucking gently.

“Hello?” A soft voice called from the outside.

It was Funa.

“Yes?”

“Are you two done? I need to pee really bad” the Japanese girl said in an awkward stance.

After ensuring you were both decent, Chanelle opened the bathroom door and was almost knocked out when Funa barged in, pushing you both out.

“Next time you do something like that, please go somewhere else” She quickly said and shut the door to do her business.

You and your girlfriend looked at each other before bursting into laughter. She hugged you close and rubbed her cheek against your hair.

Your little puppy was back :)

“No, Funa Unnie is right. How about showing some respect to the rest of us and not fuck like wild animals hm?” Jiwoo appeared with her arms crossed.

“Oh shush, I know damn well you want to join” Chanelle winked.

Your face went red at the thought.

“I do, but let’s do it in a place that’s not a bathroom, yeah?” She smirked.

A/N: don’t forget to pop in some requests!!

[apocalypseornaw]

Nothing I Would Change

(We'll pretend this is Dean for the sake of this)

I was tagged in this post by @kayhi808 on @witchygagirl the challenge was "cursed" so I used a Buffy episode storyline

Warnings um just cursing and mentions of blood I believe

"Alex, where did you hear about this place?" You followed her into the door of a costume shop she'd dragged you, Claire, Kaia and Patience to. The only reason Jody had ok'd the trip was due to your presence. "A nurse I work with" she replied looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.

You weren't sure about the idea of a Halloween party. Garth was hosting it but the idea of multiple hunters taking a night off on possibly one of the busiest nights? Kind of rubbed you the wrong way, plus the chance of something going sideways.

You followed the girls around the store half heartedly paying attention to their choices, giving your opinion when asked. Normally you loved taking the girls out for a day but your head wasn't in it. You and Dean weren't exactly fighting but there was something not quite right.

On some level you felt like maybe it was the idea that you weren't exactly the picture of femininity. Yeah you could clean up decent if a case called for it but you preferred your flannel and jeans. You knew Dean, he wasn't a guy like that. He did not expect the whole damsel in distress, need a man to save me type of girl but the longest relationship he'd ever had was Lisa and for fucks sake the woman wore satin gowns to sleep in while you wore an old band tshirt.

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"You're being quiet. What's up?" Claire asked once they all had purchases and you were yet to even look. You shrugged "stuck in my own head I guess" Kaia smiled "Want help picking a costume?" You nodded "Sure. You girls know my sizes. Have at it" the four of them went in separate directions so you headed for the dressing rooms to wait.

Claire came back with an outfit that vaguely resembled Xena, Kaia had a dress tucked over her arm while Alex had grabbed a nurse outfit and Patience a cop outfit. You took the bundle with a slight smirk "Jesus did all of you get suggestions from Dean?" A laugh ran through them "Just try them on! We don't need to know about what you and Dean do in the dark" Claire teased so you rolled your eyes at her before heading into the dressing room.

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The Xena outfit showed too much, The nurse outfit felt more like a role play outfit and the cop one just felt weird considering your boyfriend had gotten arrested by the feds multiple times in his life. You pulled out the last outfit which was Kaias pick. It was a dress that resembled some of the costumes you'd seen on "Reign" it was gorgeous and when you slipped it on you felt like a princess.

When you opened the door all of the girls started to whistle. "That's the one!" You laughed as they made a big deal out of you "Ok, ok. I'll get it!"

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late...." Dean trailed off when he walked into the bathroom to see Jody helping you put the final touches on your hair. "Do you like it?" You asked with a nervous smile, smoothing the front of the dress. He nodded slowly, eyes raking across your body "You're absolutely beautiful baby" Jody let out a light laugh "You two are adorable really but Dean's right, you're gonna be late"

Her and Donna had opted to hand out candy to trick or treaters so they were staying home. You shot her a smile then followed Dean out. You weren't one of those couples to do matching costumes and he'd gone with a peaky blinders inspired look and sweet lord the first time you'd seen it you had to pick your jaw up off the floor and Eileen had responded similarly to Sam's getup as well.

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Dean opened the passenger side door for you and when you raised an eyebrow he smirked "Cmon let me be a gentleman" you smiled and placed a quick kiss against his lips "Of course" then climbed in.

Once he was in the driver's seat he reached over for your hand. "You look amazing sweetheart" he spoke quietly and while you looked the attention it wasn't doing anything to subdue your worries. You smiled hoping it looked genuine as you replied "Look at yourself Winchester"

The party was going great. A lot of hunters were in attendance including hunters like Garth and the Banes twins that weren't just normal hunters. Dean watched as you danced with Max and couldn't help but smile, the last few weeks you'd seemed distant and it had worried him. What if you'd decided he wasn't what you wanted, what if you'd found someone better? He couldn't face losing you. He'd never felt about anyone the way he felt about you. He loved you in a way he'd never thought possible and hearing your laughter when Max dramatically dipped you made his heart flip.

"Careful Dean, your face may crack if you smile any harder" he heard someone tease and turned to face Makayla, one of your friends. He laughed lightly "Can't help it. I know I'm a lucky man" she smiled "I'm glad to see her happy. She deserves the best" Dean nodded, never taking his eyes off you "Yeah she does"

The British men of letters hadn't been active in a long time, not since the seige of hunters versus them. No one could have predicted them attacking at a Halloween party of all things.

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The chaos littered around the field the party had been set up in was insane even compared to shit Dean had seen. Monsters crawled in from every corner and fights were everywhere.

Garth and Bess were both teeth and claws tearing through beasts while the Banes were throwing spells left and right. Dean hadn't been worried considering you could handle yourself pretty well but when he noticed a handful of people taking on the characteristics of their costumes the mystery costume shop you and the girls had gone to popped into his head.

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Dean's face was slick with blood, none of it was his. He'd fought his way through a trio of Loup-Garous to get to you. He'd heard your scream and when he found you you'd been pinned against a tree by a vampire about to sink his teeth into your neck.

He'd never moved as fast as he did slicing the vamp's head from his shoulders. Your eyes locked with his half a second before you fainted.

Your head felt like a mixture of the first time you'd drank moonshine, mixed with your first concussion mixed with the migraine you'd had after lucifer had snapped your neck and Cas brought you back.

You opened your eyes slowly and realized you were in one of Garths guest cabins. You tried to sit up but the world shifted causing you to have no choice but to fall back against the pillows with a groan. What the hell had happened?

You looked down to see you were wearing one of Dean's shirts and a pair of his boxers instead of the dress you'd been in. The last thing you remembered was talking to Makayla.

"Dean" you called out, grimacing at how rough your voice sounded. You heard footsteps a second before the door opened to reveal Dean. He was still wearing his peaky blinders look but was coated in blood. That alone made you push through your dizziness to sit up "What happened? Are you ok?"

He quickly made it to the bed easing you back against the headboard in a seated position "British men of letters. We officially wiped out that chapter now thanks to some of Rowenas contacts" you nodded slowly "Why don't I remember?" He touched the shirt you wore "The dress? That store was a front. They placed plants in front of quite a few hunters to get as many of us as possible into cursed costumes" he took a shallow breath before you saw his face fall "I almost lost you"

He sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You laid your head against his chest "I'm sorry Dean. I just wanted to be soft and feminine for once" you felt him stiffen under you "Is that why you've been distant? You feel like I don't see you as feminine enough?" You wouldn't meet his eyes but nodded.

He gently grasped your arms to push you back where he could grip your chin to make you look at him "I almost lost you to a cursed costume because you think I give a shit about things like if your makeups done? I love you, I love you in my old shirt, I love you when you're filthy after a hunt, I love you when you're dressed up, I love you when you're in sweats. I don't care what thought has went through that beautiful head of yours but there isn't anything about you that I don't love and there's not a damn thing about you I would change ok?"

You nodded, feeling tears spring to your eyes "Did we lose anyone?" He shook his head "No, thankfully we didn't" he pulled you back against his chest so you let him, laying your head down to listen to his heartbeat. "Matching costumes next year?" You asked quietly and felt his chest vibrate with laughter "As long as we go somewhere like target or spirit halloween, only chain stores from here on out"

[skellebonez]

Happy (LATE) Birthday Lupin!

So. It took me a little extra time, but I finally got your birthday fic done @lunar-wandering! I hope this is funny, I had way too much fun imagining this in my head.

“We TOLD you this would FUN Red Son!” MK said while letting out a wheezing laugh.

“That depends on your definition of fun, NOODLE BOY,” Red Son said in exasperation, attempting to right his jackal hood from its skewed position. “… but I will admit. This has been an… ENJOYABLE way to spend the weekend thus far.”

“SUCESS!” Mei and MK shouted, unable to resist the urge to jump up and give each other a high five. The day had turned out better than expected, all things considered.

Somehow, by some sheer stroke of luck, MK and Mei had managed to convince Red Son to join them at a local convention that had moved to the city of Wàn Qiān Chéng. They’d always WANTED to come to this convention, but it had been just far enough before MK gained his powers to make it less worth trying to travel to (and asking for a day off from Pigsy). But, of course, immediately after his powers?

Convention moved.

It barely took them half an hour to get to it now, and that was attempting to drive normally! With his staff or cloud or Red Son’s fire it would be trivial. Mei did mention she could fly her jet, but as far as they knew it would be impossible for them to actually land it on the roof of the convention hall.

They’d been a little lost on exactly what to cosplay for a while. They wanted to go a group cosplay, preferably a trio or at least a duo who would be normally seen with the third character (or at least would be HILARIOUS if they were seen together). But that problem was solved pretty quickly when they managed to gain the interest of their friends. While Sandy had to sit the convention out (poor Mo needed to go to the vet), it didn’t take long for Pigsy to show interest in bringing his food truck and for Tang to invite himself along by proxy. Granted, they wouldn’t be joining them inside the con. Unlike…

“I have to admit,” Macaque said with a chuckle. “This has been pretty fun. It’s like putting on a play without all the stress of making sure it goes perfectly.”

“It’s so nice to walk around and have NO ONE know who I am!” Sun Wukong exclaimed with a tired and excited chuckle. “They only know who I’m cosplaying!”

Ah yes. The cosplays.

They’d gone over exceptionally well! To be fair they were cosplaying a group of characters from a very popular game, but they liked to think that people genuinely liked the quality of their cosplays. Who knew Sun Wukong and Macaque were THAT good at sewing? Making the armor and props was easy with Sun Wukong and MK’s powers (and given how complicated their outfits were and the fact they weren’t entering any cosplay competitions they were so grateful for not having to make THOSE), but the monkeys were DETERMINED to at least make the costumes themselves.

And boy did that pay off.

They honestly expected the two of them to be the most popular out of the group, but they really underestimated the power of a popular duo.

Mei and Red Son as Tighnari and Cyno were the spotlight stealers, especially with Mei’s mechanical ears that moved back and forth.

MK was decently popular as Aether, but not as much as the rest of his group. He wasn’t complaining though, this meant that he could act as the hype man for any one of them who was requested for pictures!

Sun Wukong and Macaque were almost as popular as Mei and Red Son, their Neuvillette and Furina cosplays gaining so many requests for Furina to be doing something goofy with Neuvillette looking on in confusion or annoyance. Something VERY easy for the two monkey demons to do!

All in all, it was a fantastic day at the convention.

But damn did they need a break.

That’s how they all found themselves outside the convention all in the garden attached to it. It was less busy than expected outside, probably because of the cold, but everyone except Red Son was pretty got in their costumes and could use the cooling off anyway (and Red was warm enough normally so the exposed midriff of his costume didn’t bother him even a little bit once outside).

They were enjoying a late lunch, separated from everyone in a nice secluded part of the garden surrounded by bushes and some early blooming flowers. Mei had Sun Wukong summon them up a tea set with his hair, insisting they all eat in costume while she filmed them. A slightly odd request, but she had been filming the day for a con vlog she was intending to upload later so it wasn’t THAT odd.

“Can we please take our costumes off for a minute now?” Red Son asked once they had finished their food, stretching so hard they could hear his back pop. “This hood is heavier than it looks and I’d like my scalp to be able to BREATHE for a moment.”

“Just one more thing!” Mei said, giggling wildly as she stood up and practically vibrated in excitement. “There’s this Genshin meme going around and I want us to do it!”

“Oh… Oh my gosh that’s why you had us eat in costume,” Macaque said slowly, piecing everything together. “It’s for the CALM parts of the video and why you had Wukong SAY THAT mid lunch.”

“You’re an evil genius,” Sun Wukong said, staring at the dragon girl in awe. “You tricked me so good! I’m supposed to be the trickster!”

“Hehehe,” Mei chuckled, rubbing her hands together. “You got it! Now, I have a plan for how this is going to go, a few actually, and I’ll edit the video together with the second and third parts based on what goes best. I need all of us to look horrified at Macaque for a moment while Wukong says the next line, then all of us are going to look at Wukong when he says the last one. Then the real fun begins. The first one is going to be Macaque dancing alone, then everyone except Wukong joins in, and then it’s all of us!”

“Oh oh,” MK shouted in excitement, waving his hands. “PLEASE let me break dance, I want to break dance SO BAD.”

“Only if you also moonwalk in at least on of these takes.”

“DONE!”

“What about me?” Macaque asked. “If I’m starting this what I do has to be good.”

“Fortnite default dance.”

“Diabolical, I’m in!”

“I assume I’m not joining in on the dancing until the last one?” Sun Wukong asked.

“Yeah,” Mei agreed with a nod. “Look as horrified at the rest of us as you want, but do whatever funny dance moves you can do for the last one. Maybe the worm.”

“I always wanted to be a worm at least once.”

“I assume I am being dragged into this mess?” Red Son asked with a sigh. “What do you wish for me to do?”

“Hear me out,” Mei said with a shaky chuckle. “I don’t care what you do for the drafts of the second segment. But for the last one, please. PLEASE stand close enough to my phone your feet are cut off so no one can see your fire and use it to slide you across the screen in a T pose as you slowly spin around.”

There was a beat of silence as everyone waited for Red Son to react, staring at him in anxious excitement.

“That… is the dumbest thing I have ever heard,” Red Son said slowly. “I love it.”

“LET’S GOOOOO!” Mei yelled, hurriedly checking her camera to make sure it was still good before sitting down. “Ok, ok, whenever you’re ready Wukong.”

The Monkey King smiled, almost unable to get rid of his smile and take on the neutral face of the character he was dressed as, but slightly more horrified as he looked at Macaque.

“We now turn to the ~Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale~!”

~

“Looks like everyone’s having fun at the convention,” Tang said, slurping up another bite of noodles, the last in his bowl, as he scrolled through Mei’s feed on his phone. “Mei’s posting memes.”

He sat on a stool outside the open back door to Pigsy’s food truck, bowl of the chef’s ever famous noodles sitting on a folding table set out in front of him. They were parked across the street from the convention hall everyone else was inside of, Pigsy working hard inside to prep food while Tang ate an excessively late lunch, right beside a park.

It was almost TOO good, prime real estate for a food truck to be parked in, and they had slightly underestimated how popular they would be compared to the simple ice cream food trucks that seemed to take over all the space at the convention center proper.

… why were there even 6 of those? Well, that didn’t matter.

Apparently when people are extremely hungry, they would actually cross the street for something that looks good.

“I still think you would have had more fun goin in with them,” Pigsy said as he fixed up a new batch of fresh jiaozi for when the next batch of hungry con goers comes up to his food truck. “You’re dressed as that… Piedmon character and you’re not even helping, you’re just eating my food.”

“It’s PAIMON. And I’m free advertising!” Tang protested with a smirk, taking a big slurp of broth to make the point even more clear. Pigsy couldn’t help but snort in both mocking indignation and amusement as he did this. “Who can possibly resist coming to a food truck when someone looks THIS satisfied with the food?”

“People who see the ‘opening at 6 pm’ sign on the closed awning,” Pigsy rebutted with a chuckle. “And since we’re not opening until 6, why don’t you show me what Mei is posting whole I finish folding these up.”

“Oh, it’s GOOD,” Tang said, barely holding in a chuckle as he went over to the open door and held up his phone. “If people knew the adults with the trio were it would blow up even more!” Pigsy stared at the screen, face slowly scrunching up in both amusement and confusion.

“OK, I get the dancing and all, but…”

“But?”

“Why are they asking for judgement from a bird?”

Nothing could have been better advertisement for the food truck than Tang immediately bursting out into laughter, holding his chest as he slowly lowered himself to the ground and started wheezing.

[soccerwag]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you an håland were going out on a little date since it’s his day off from training. You kept checking in on him just to see what outfit he was going to pick. You thought it would be cute to match not only because you liked cheesy relationships things but also because this is going to be your first time going out in public together and you wanted to watch for any pictures paparazzi would take.

WARNINGS: none just fluff 🌸

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“Good morning love.” I heard Haaland’s raspy say to me as I shuffled around in bed starting to wake up.

“Good morning handsome, why are you awake already, I normally wake up before you.” I asked kinda of confused and still half asleep.

“Well I thought we’d go on our first public date today and I was looking for good places to go. I want it to be an enjoyable experience.” He explained. I would enjoy any date he took me on, just being around him makes me happy. I do appreciate this surprise date though, I found it cute.

“I’m going to get ready would you like to join me in the shower my love?” He said looking at me with adoring eyes. God I loved those eyes. I loved them from the first day I look right into them. I find them so mesmerizing.

“Sure.” Was all I said. I was still super tired, me and erling went to bed late last night. I had went to watch his game and him and his team won which lead to an after party.

Me and him got up from bed. I got up wiping the sleep from my eyes and followed him into the bathroom. I loved showering with him, not for sexual reasons but because it’s just intimate time I get to spend with him.

We strip from our pajamas and enter the shower after the water war���med up. He stood in front and I wrapped my arms around his waist and payed my head on his back. He was so warm and I found comfort in it.

He turned around and wrapped his arms around me. He gave me a kiss on the forehead before grabbing the shampoo from behind me. Once he had successfully opened the bottle he squirt some shampoo on his hand and began to massage the shampoo into my scalp. God did it feel amazing.

I hummed in satisfaction. He always did this when we showered together. He knew how much I enjoyed it and I loved him even more for how much he does to make me happy. Once he had done washing my hair I did the same for him. It’s kind of like a tradition we had. Although he did have to bend down a little so I could reach his head.

We finished washing ourselves and haaland got out first. I let the hot water run down on my body for a little longer. Relaxing my muscles. While finishing up my shower I thought of a great idea. I was going to match him.

I got out of the shower and dried off. I peeked through our bathroom door into our shared bedroom to get a glimpse of what he was wearing.

He had put on a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Damn did he look good in them too. I sneakily ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist once more.

“You look good in that outfit.” I complimented him. He chuckled a little before turning around to face me.

“You look good in that too.” He looked you up and down. I looked down and realized I was still in a towel. I playful slapped his chest and laughed.

“You perv.” I said before walking to my side of the closet.

As he was finished getting ready I pulled out a white crop top and a black skirt. I quickly put in on before he can back in our bedroom.

“Well, we’ll, well, what do we have here.” I heard him say from behind me as I was doing my makeup.

“We have your girlfriend.” I say playfully.

I could see him smile through the mirror, he gave me a kiss on the forehead before putting on his shoes.

“I’ll meet you in the car beautiful, come out when you’re ready.” He said before grabbing the car keys and heading out.

I loved him, I adored him and he just made me the happiest.

I finish up my makeup and head out with him.

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The date was a success. He took me to a really nice cafe and besides a few fans noticing us we had a very peaceful date together. I give his fans props for being so respectful too.

When we got home our phones were immediately blown up. I took my phone out to see what it was and I saw tons of news reports about me and him out. I knew this would happen and that’s another reason I wanted to match.

“Håland and mysterious girl out matching, cute, but who is said mysterious girl?”

That was all the news reports said.

“I see why you matched me today.” Haaland said while laying his chin on my shoulder.

“Cute but sneaky.”

[thewatercolours]

King Quest Ficlet: "Always on Hand"

Note: This is an unfinished scene. I ran out of steam, and summarized how it would finish at the end.

After taking the throne, Graham found fewer opportunities to visit the old Llewdor homestead. He had to grasp such chances firmly by the scruffs. If he did not, other needs would press on his time and make it vanish. Then one evening he would have a nightcap that tasted just too much like the golden bitter his mother and Madeline used to brew and sell to the local tavern, just to keep bread on the table. Or he would find himself strolling in the gazebo courtyard, and realize he could no longer picture the ivy back home – only that he had noticed the differences when he first arrived. And the longing to tread roads that knew his boots would set in, stronger and stronger, until he had to go.

The first time, Royal Guard Number One took an entire week just plotting the trip out. He marked maps in red ink. He arranged for enough provisions to equip a polar expedition. Amaya was commissioned to outfit half a dozen guards with new weaponry. (“Can we even afford this?” “Your safety is our priority, sire.” “But we can’t even pay to have the castle roof patched!” “It already needs patching. You don’t, and we’d like to keep it that way.”) The whole trip was pushed back by a month just for preparation time.

Graham bit his tongue.

The guards made quite the sight at the farmhouse, posting themselves on either side of the ladder that led up to the loft which had been Graham’s childhood bedroom, ramrod stiff. Guard Number Three went through a phase where she taste-tested every food Rosie served up, because it “wasn’t prepared in the royal kitchens. And according to the handbook, we are to assume it is, (sniff, sniff,) suspect.”

Madeline and Ginger tried to put a brave face on it and crack all the inside jokes despite the outsiders, but it wasn’t the same. Especially with the running commentary Guards Number One and Two kept up when they thought the family was not listening. “The noses on this family, though. I’d assumed the king’s nose was some kind of… exception.”

Rosie took to setting tea for the guards on the lawn, just so she could get some space alone with the family, and so that private conversations did not have to be whispered. “I’m racking my brain,” she told Graham in an undertone as they watched the guards through the diamond-paned window, “whether there’s some sightseeing I could suggest for them. You know, so they’d, um, give us an afternoon off. But darned if I can think of any sights round here.”

Ginger stroked her chin. “Maybe we could take them round to the ol’ griffin cave down by the river, and we could be really loud so it would wake up. And while they’re distracted by the griffin,  we could slip off and -”

“Ginger!”

“Just saying, they’ve got two swords apiece. They’d be fine.”

But Rosie put her foot down.

Three or four years into his reign, Graham had to put own foot down. “No guards,” he said firmly the day before he was due to set out for Llewdor. “None.”

Number One crossed his arms sternly. “Out of the question. You are-”

“ - perfectly fine traveling on my own,” Graham all but snapped, crossing own arms as though in mirror image. “You know I made my way to the tournament here completely alone, right? You know I recovered the three treasures alone, right? And you take up half the house when you’re there. You eat my mom and sisters out of house and home!”

“But sire –“

“For Pete’s sake, Number One! Putting a crown on my head didn’t turn me into china!”

“You were literally –“ The captain caught himself, then seemed to think better of it. “- literally kidnapped from Daventry Square not so long ago.”

He had something of a point. But, “That was a few years ago! I’ve leveled up since then. And I’ve worked hard to move on from all of that. It seems to me part of that is having some confidence that nothing of the kind’s going to happen again.” Graham stopped to catch his breath. “Look, I’ll compromise. I’ll take the main roads, and stay at inns where I can, and leave letters for the landlords to forward on to you. Zards, I’ll tie straps onto a cage of homing pigeons and wear it like a backpack, if that’s what it takes to get you off my back. Um, sorry,” he hastily corrected himself, feeling Number One’s glare even through his helmet. “I meant, if that’s what it takes to reassure you. Ten to one the magic mirror’s going to show what I’m up to the whole time anyway. Come on!” Graham summoned as charming a smile as he could in his frustrated state. “Meet me in the middle?”

Number One considered. “I might meet you at the 13.5% point. There’s a defensible-ish old guard house there, and it’s not that far from Daventry, and –“

“Not what I meant.”

To make short a long story, it took some haggling, but eventually Graham rode alone once again. Only Triumph heard his highway songs. There was no warm but careful politeness when his family opened the door. On the contrary, they tackled him. Fireside chats lasted into the wee hours, with no need to respect anyone’s carefully planned night patrol hours.

As the ancient grandfather clock chimed 2 o’clock, Madeline processed in from the kitchen with a steaming pan. “Anyone for seconds on hermit cookies? I’d just give them another couple of minutes - ” she said, even as her brother swiped one.

“Aaagh!” screamed Graham, dropping the cookie into the depths of the ancient sofa, and sucking his fingertips. “Zards-zards-zards!”

“Serve you right!” Ginger chuckled, bouncing Baby Jimmy on her hip. “You know that’s how Anisette lost one of her fingers in Puerto Pollo, right? Kind of.”

Graham fished for the cookie amongst the cushions. “Can you imagine if my guards were here?”

Ginger rolled her eyes. “Can I ever. Full blown emergency mode. That second guard would probably swan dive head first into the sofa, like you’d dropped your crown into the lake, or something. If you weren’t forbidden to eat it because it was more than one second.”

“You’re probably thinking of Number Three, not Number Two.” Graham gave up the search and reached for another cookie, using his shirt cuff as an oven mitt. “Matt would be more likely to

OK, this ficlet won’t resolve itself, and if I don’t do something soon, I’ll lose the drive to post it all together. So, in the spirit of that bullet points post, the general vision went like so:

Graham complains about the guards to his family but over the course of the scene actually describes some of the things he loves about them without knowing it.

Another quick scene takes places a few years later, when Valanice is preparing to move into the castle, and Graham’s mom and Madeline come to help with prep for the wedding and get to know her a bit. They end up having to work with the guards, who are surface level annoying but actually click really well with them, as we see through little hints.

Number One and Rosie get a one-on-one scene together. Though it’s never stated, it’s conveyed over the course of the scene that they begin to understand that in some respects, their relationships with Graham are similar, and that the other has a good deal more to them than meets the eye.

Montage, featuring the guards intersecting with Graham’s life. Adventures. Daily doings. Alexander’s kidnapping and disappearance. The guards are there, supporting, protecting, sometimes being doofuses but always reliably there.

Graham takes Valanice and Rosella to Llewdor for the first time. And the visit is awesome and everything but… at the end, Rosie says carefully, “Graham I haven’t seen your captain – or any of your guards – since you and Valanice got married. I was wondering, do you want to… bring them along next time?”

And Graham heartily agrees.

Cheesy! Corny! But soft one-shots is the name of the game.

[analiavs]

The PhotoShoot

Something I wrote a few months ago but I’m not gonna finish it so I might as well post it :P

Summary: Niki will do any photoshoot as long as he gets paid, but he can’t lie seeing Remy like this was cathartic

Niki POV, Wren x Remy, humiliation, incomplete

Niki just wanted to do his job. It kept the heat off him. And yes, it was almost unbearable to look Remy’s victims in the eyes as they put on whatever deranged show the man desired, but that’s what he had to do to get by. At the end of the day, a contract was a contract. He repressed any emotion as much as possible during those shoots.

But he couldn’t lie, seeing Remy like this did give him a sadistic sort of vindication. He almost teased him, but held his tongue. Watching Remy try to pull down the cow-print skirt while desperately looking anywhere but him was enough.

A cow-print tube top, skirt, and thigh highs. Even a bell collar. They had really committed to the look. The man accompanying him, Wren, in a crimson tailored suit laughed when he noticed.

“I was tempted to keep him all to myself, but you know a bet’s a bet.” He winked at him.

“I really want to get my money's worth for these pictures, so if he needs any directions give them to him. But once he gets into it he probably won’t need any encouragement.” Wren laughed. Obviously the humiliation was the point, but he just nodded demurely. If he antagonized Remy now, he’d have to pay for it later.

Though, Wren could trust his five thousand dollars were well spent. He did wonder what kind of bet it would take for Remy to debase himself on camera.

“Shut-up!” Remy snapped back at Wren, who just laughed.

“Now Remy, you know cows can’t talk.” He laughed, before grabbing Remy by his hair. “What do cows say?” He asked, an edge to his voice. Visibly shaken Remy squeaked out a moo. And Wren released him.

So even someone like Remy could find themselves at the bottom of some fucked up hierarchy. It was a tantalizing fantasy, to be the one holding the leash for once, but just as quickly as it consumed him he repressed it. It was time for business after all.

“Ok, Mr. Wren-“

“Wren is fine Niki.” The way he said his name had the promise of a bet in it. He refocused and cleared his throat before continuing.

“Wren, you requested solo and couples shots right? Will there be several outfits or just this one? And will you be his partner for today?”

“Just one outfit and me today. My little cow can take the biggest bulls, but I want to keep him all to myself today.”

“Wren!” Remy spoke up again, sounding scandalized. Wren grabbed him by the waist and methodologically spanked him ten times before muttering.

“What do cows say? I wouldn’t want these photos to end up circulating. But my fingers might slip if I have to keep repeating myself.” Remy immediately pressed himself against Wren like he was begging, moos shooting out of his mouth in desperation. Wren’s smile once Remy broke unsettled him. But it seemed he was placated for now.

“Like I was saying, this little cow can’t produce very much milk but he always does his best to make the real bulls feel good. Can’t keep himself off of them. So we made him an official position and we wanna show what kind of services he has to offer.” So it was a roleplay thing too. He could work with that.

“Well sir, I have some wonderful poses that will really help your adverts pop. All the studs will know exactly who to go to once I’m done.” When he realized that he was playing along with him, Wren smiled at him and he tried to ignore how it made him feel.

He grabbed Remy and brought him over to the posing station. Model shots were always a good way to start. He made him kneel and look up like he was ready to give some oral service. It would have been quite appealing if he wasn’t staring at him with all the hatred he could muster. Well maybe Wren would like the bratty look, who knew with these freaks. He snapped some shots with him posed like that, making small adjustments and movements.

“If you’re gonna glare, pout. That lip gloss you're wearing really makes your lips pop darling.” He’d defaulted to model mode, but it seemed Remy didn’t take offense. He looked behind him questioningly before pouting for him. So Remy was going to be agreeable, this changed everything. Once those shots were completed he told him to stand.

“Alright, bend a little bit and stick your butt out. You service bulls with both ends right? We gotta show off all your assets.” Remy bent a little, but not enough to really give him the look he was going for. Wren jeered from the sidelines.

“‘C’mon show Niki your panties! You have them on right?” Wren said. Despite his casual demeanor, he could hear threatening undertones. He heard a whiny moo before Remy turned around to show him his butt and lifted his skirt. And to his surprise cow-print panties greeted him. He snapped a few pictures. Remy wriggled his butt, but for whose benefit he wasn’t sure.

The tinkle of the cow bell seemed almost hypnotic. Once those shots were taken, he took them to Wren for inspection. His gaze grew hungrier the more he looked and when he made it to the panty shots he licked his lips.

“Next time I’ll get some nude solo shots, you're amazing.” He sounded almost reverent. It wasn’t the first time a customer had had this reaction, but it was certainly the first time he’d reacted to it. He tried to move forward casually.

“Alright now that we’ve got those photos, we can move onto the couples photos. I’ve got some poses in mind, but feel free to give me any guidance.”

“I just want him on my lap, you can pose us however you want.” Wren said eagerly. He pointed them towards the prop couch

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter forty five

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 23, 2016 madrid, spain orion

Ever since I found out I’d for sure be studying in Madrid, Emelia coming to visit has been something I’ve been looking forward to. She got in over the weekend and we’ve been spending the days visiting all my favorite places as soon as I get out of class. Thankfully they’re almost all in the morning, so we have most of the day to do things together.

We’ve spent the nights at each of my favorite clubs and went to tour the Real Madrid arena yesterday. Today we took it easy and just went to El Palacio Royal after got out of class at 2:00, and we’re finally taking her to the ever-mysterious Space Monkey tonight. 

We’re back at the apartment now, eating falafel sandwiches and drinking shitty beer while we sing 5SOS songs with all my flatmates. Emelia fits in so well with my friends here, and it makes me wish she’d done the same program with me so we could’ve experienced the whole thing together.

I’m so happy to have my favorite person in my favorite city. 

Well, I suppose Emelia and Calum are now tied for the favorite person title. 

Calum is planning on coming back to Madrid a final time for the week after my finals, and then we’ll fly back to California together, but he’ll be going home to Australia afterward for the holidays. I somewhat wish they’d both come at the same time, but it is nice to give both of them a week of my full attention.

They also haven’t met yet, so maybe planning that they both spend a week together for their first time meeting would have been a not-so-good idea.

Emelia coming was also good for me because she left a lot of space in her suitcase so she can take home some of the mountain of clothes I’ve bought while being here. She just brought a few basics — jeans, plain shirts, shoes — with the intention of borrowing some of my clothes to make more complete outfits. She’s lucky we’re a similar size, and I’m lucky that I don’t have to pay for another suitcase on the ride home. 

My phone is the one connected to the speaker when it starts to ring. I check the time and realize it’s the usual time that Calum calls me on Facetime, but I’m in the bathroom, in the middle of curling my hair, while everyone else is in the living room.

“It’s Calum!” Emelia singsongs.

“One of you guys can answer it! I’m almost done!” I yell back.

I hear the ringing get cut off, and then I hear everyone else say “hola” in sync.

“Oh wow, uh, hi everyone,” Calum says. My phone is connected to the speaker still, so I can hear him clearly. 

“I’m excited! I finally get to see proof that you’re real!” Emelia says.

I roll my eyes. She’s seen all the pictures of us together and has seen that he follows me on Instagram. She’s overheard me take a call from him every other day this week, but usually I step out into somewhere private so I can talk to him.

“I could say the same to you, Emelia,” Cal replies. “If that’s even your real name.”

I smile at their interaction. I knew they’d get along. 

“Hey, Cal,” Paula says. “You excited to be here in a few weeks?”

“I’m excited to see Orion and Madrid again, but you guys, eh, not so much.”

“Hey, fuck you, Calum!” Ilse says. I imagine she’s flipping him off. “Good thing I’m leaving the day you get here.”

“I’m just kidding! I love you guys,” Calum says to make amends with his teasing. 

“Not as much as you love Orion!” Marta singsongs, and it makes me almost burn my face with my curling iron.

Calum clears his throat. 

We haven’t said it. We haven’t said the “L word” to each other, but God knows I do love him. I love him a scary amount, considering I really haven’t spent that much time with him. It’s been a month or two worth of weekends and then the five or so days he spent here last month, coupled with lots of time on Facetime and as much texting as the two of us can manage considering the time differences and our busy schedules. 

I love him, and I want to think he feels the same, but I’ve been to terrified to say it. It’s been a long time since I felt like I was in love, but it’s not a feeling I can mistake for anything else. I do hope that we’re on the same page, but Marta forcing it out of him is definitely not the way I’d like to hear about it. 

I try to just focus on curling my hair.

“What are you guys up to today?” Calum says to redirect the conversation.

“Orion had class like a loser, and then we went to the palace. We’re going to Space Monkey tonight!” Emelia explains.

“Fuck you, Em!” I yell, and everyone laughs. 

“Damn, hitting all the good stuff. I’m jealous,” Cal says. 

“Hey, you’ve already done all this. I’m jealous of you,” Emelia argues.

Finally, I’m done with my hair. I unplug the curling iron and head out to the living room. I find everyone huddled around my phone, still chatting with my boyfriend on Facetime. 

“Can I have my phone please?” I ask, popping my head into the frame to see Calum and I smile. He’s wearing the beanie that I gave him when he was here last. He’d worn one when he arrived but he lost it somewhere, and I gave him the one I had but hadn’t needed to wear yet. It’s a blue and yellow UCLA bruins beanie with a pompom on top. 

“There she is!” Cal says, his smile growing even bigger when he sees me.

“Hi,” I reply with a smile that’s roughly just as massive as his.

“Ugh, I knew you guys were cute but I didn’t think it was this bad,” Emelia groans. 

I roll my eyes, reaching out to grab my phone. “Let me disconnect from the speaker and I’ll go to my room.”

I turn off my phone’s bluetooth while I start walking away from everyone, all of whom are yelling their goodbyes to Calum. Cal just smiles at his phone while I walk.

“Your hair looks pretty, babe,” he says.

My cheeks heat up and I smile slightly. “Thank you.” 

“Hey, no letting guys startle you and spilling drinks on them tonight, yeah?”

I groan. “Cal, you’re literally the only person who’d do that.”

He giggles. “Yeah, I mean a much more normal approach would’ve been to say something like ‘excuse me’ before touching someone.”

“And even if someone does, I’ll karate chop them in the nuts and say I have a hot boyfriend only a 12 hour long flight away.”

That sends him into a fit of laughter, complete with snorts. “Orion, you and I both know you wouldn’t karate chop anyone.”

I sigh. He’s right. “Well, I’ll still tell them I have a hot boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend isn’t as hot as my girlfriend.”

“I disagree,” I tell him, and I do. I’ve always felt like Calum was out of my league.

“We can agree to disagree, but I’m right.”

“But then we’re not really agreeing to disagree!”

We both laugh at each other. We’re both stubborn, and the argument will go in circles forever if we let it. 

“We don’t have to talk much, I know you’ve got Em there and everything,” he says. 

“Well, I at least want to hear about how your day is going,” I tell him. He’s heard about mine and Emelia’s, but he hasn’t said anything about his.

“My day is fine, just normal stuff. Hung out with Roy earlier, and hitting the gym after we hang up. I’ll probably go to the grocery store later.”

I sigh. “Oh, to be a rockstar with no obligations.”

“Hey! You know I worked hard to get to this point.”

I giggle. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing. Are you gonna start any writing sessions with the boys anytime soon? You haven’t really mentioned work since the end of the tour.”

He seems to perk up at my mention of his work. I know he loves his job, but now that they’re done with the tour, he hasn’t talked much about his bandmates or music. “Oh, so we’re all taking a break from each other for the time being, but we want to start writing again when the holidays are over and we’re all back in LA.”

I nod. They did just spend a ton of time together in very close quarters, so it makes sense that they may need a break. “That makes sense. You guys don’t hang out much when you’re on hiatus? I know you see Ash quite a bit still.”

“Oh, yeah, we haven’t much this month since Mike’s in Georgia with Crystal’s family for the holiday and Luke went straight home to Oz at the end of the tour. Y’know, since the breakup.” 

“Is it… final this time?” I ask. His on and off girlfriend of some extended period of time had cheated on him the last I heard, but I don’t know how “on” they really were at that time, so the lines of cheating may have been blurred for them. 

Calum nods his head quickly. “Yeah, that’s not happening anymore. He blocked her everywhere. Or, I guess, I blocked her everywhere at his request. He couldn’t do it.” 

“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me that?” I ask. 

I feel like I update him on everything in my life in detail, whereas he doesn’t share nearly as much about his friends and the happenings in their lives. I catch pieces of it here and there, like what he and Roy, who’s his roommate, are doing. He and Ashton see a show together at this shitty dive bar they both love at least once a week, but I haven’t heard about Luke, Michael, Crystal, or really that much about Ashton aside from that they hang out. 

Cal sighs. “I guess I’m just used to being a pretty private person. I also wasn’t really sure if you’d like to hear the gorey details of everyone’s business, including mine. I know it can be a lot sometimes…”

“Cal, they’re all important to you. Of course I’d like to know anything that you find important. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to share, but I love learning about the people in your life.”

He smiles and then starts shaking his head while he laughs. “You’re always so good at saying the right thing.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that,” I counter.

“You do! It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

I freeze. Did he just say that? 

He quickly realizes what he’s said and then we’re both staring at each other with wide eyes in complete silence. I know I love him. I’m fairly certain he loves me, and, well, he jut said that. He loves things about me, so that means he loves me, right?

“Fuck,” he whispers.

Well, that’s not what I wanted to hear.

“Wait, no, not fuck! I don’t mean it like that! I’ve been meaning to tell you, but then I was talking to Ash about it and we decided I should wait and tell you in person, so I was going to tell you in a few weeks when I see you. I wanted to tell you over dinner or something nice, but I was probably gonna blurt it out as soon as I saw you, to be honest, but I definitely didn’t want to just let it slip over Facetime, and that’s why I said fuck.”

He’s partially talking to himself and partially talking to me. His cheeks are bright red with a blush and he’s just rambling on. It’s cute, and perfectly fits us and our story, so I just smile. 

“That was a whole lot of words to still not say it, Cal.”

If it’s possible, his eyes go even wider. “Fuck, you’re right,” he says and laughs. “Sorry, I keep making this worse.”

I raise my eyebrows, signalling that he still needs to say it. 

“Orion, I love you.”

It feels like my heart flies out of my chest. My smile feels like it takes up my entire face. 

“I love you too, Cal.”

We both smile at our phones like idiots as the words sink in for both of us.

“Damn, I wish you were already here. This kinda sucks when you’re so far away.”

Calum sighs. “I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to wait.”

I shake my head. “No, I mean… I’ve been holding it in for a while. Nice to not worry about saying it anymore.”

He grins at me. “When did you realize?”

“When you showed up and made me realize you actually liked me.”

“That’s all it took?” He asks.

“I was in denial about everything before that! I don’t know. I was dumb about it all.” 

“Fair,” he says through giggles. “But you weren’t dumb. I should’ve been more explicit about things.”

I shrug. “Worked out okay for us.”

“I agree.”

“When did you know?” I ask. 

“Stockholm.”

Holy shit. I’d seen him in Madrid, London, Rome, Amsterdam, Stockholm, and Copenhagen. He loved me after only knowing me for a month? I thought that I had been sitting on my feelings for a long time, but in reality, Calum has. 

“Calum!”

“What?”

“How did you hold that in for so long? I’ve been holding back for like, a month, but you’ve been holding that in since July?!” 

He shrugs. “I wanted the moment to be perfect, and I wanted to be sure you’d say it back.”

Calum and I keep talking for a bit longer, with him filling me in more on Luke’s breakup and what’s going on with the rest of the people in his life. He tells me to have a good night out and, despite my protests, sends me some money on Venmo to cover our night at Space Monkey. We’re both all bashful and giddy when we say ‘I love you’ again, and when I hang up, I run back to the living room.

“Guys!” I yell, still unable to stop smiling. 

They all turn to me, eyebrows raised, silently asking me to explain.

“He said he loves me!”

That’s all it takes for everyone to become a squealing mess, all jumping up to hug me and screaming mixes of ‘told you so’ and ‘oh my god’ and ‘you guys are so cute.’ 

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a/n: guys we're in the home stretch. thank you for sticking with me through this journey!! :')

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HIIII, ❤️, 😍, 🫶, 😳, 🥰, 💌, ❤️‍🩹, 🤟 for Henry? (I almost sent all the game skdndk, I love hearing about you guys sm !!!) <3

HELLO I AM SCREAMING /pos I am very excited to gush about me and my guy <3

❤️: Talk about a moment when your (F/O) wordlessly reminded you of how much they love you.

One time after a rough day at work, Henry had made up the couch with blankets, my water bottle, snacks, and my laptop into the coziest thing ever because he knew he wouldn't be home to comfort me and I wouldn't have enough spoons to hang out with him while he worked that night

😍: Talk about a moment when (F/O) couldn’t keep their eyes off of you.

I feel like it would be cliche to say our wedding, so I'll go with when I got my bridesmaid dress for my mom's wedding and tried it on for the first time. Henry absolutely adored me in that dress

🫶: Talk about a moment when you and your (F/O) kissed in public.

The first kiss we shared in the red pony after we officially started dating. Everyone (except us) knew we were a thing so it literally did not faze anyone, but Walt gave Henry a Look and then Henry proceeded to flip him off for it

😳: Talk about a moment when your (F/O) managed to totally fluster you.

Literally every second I spend with him one night I was hanging out with him as he was bar tending, and there was a guy that was harassing me and wouldn't leave me alone and I was high key uncomfortable. So Henry decided he'd had enough of this guy so he grabs him and forcefully drags him outside and threatened that there would be hell to pay if he ever came near me again :)

🥰: Talk about a moment when (F/O) looked at you with hearts in their eyes while you looked away.

Literally last night. I discovered proboscis monkeys the other day (PLEASE google them if you don't know what they look like) and I was telling Henry all the fun facts I had learned about them and when I was looking up pictures to show him, he just couldn't take his eyes off me. I was rambling about something so dumb and yet he was so in love with it

💌: Talk about your (F/O)’s favorite compliment to give you, and a few times that they’ve used it to compliment you.

He always tells me how beautiful I look. I have a Thing against being called cute or adorable, so he never calls me that (except to rile me up)

❤️‍🩹: Talk about a moment when your (F/O) managed to stop you from crying.

So many times. I'm such a sensitive person and I end up crying a lot, but this week I have been so emotional about my father (I've been no-contact with him since December) and last night I was on the edge of tears so Henry got my favorite blanket, my emotional support water bottle, gently coaxed Leo to come cuddle with me, and then put on a TV show until I fell asleep

🤟: Talk about a moment when (F/O) made you feel more confident.

Every. Single. Day. Henry never fails to compliment my outfits, my jewelry, and my hair, even when I haven't put a lot of effort into my appearance