#the details drove me crazy but now I wanna do the follow up and make it even better

[ghost-bxrd]

First of all I love how you caught onto the details of the articles overlapping each other and drew conclusions as to the timeline. I genuinely didn’t think anybody would notice so I’m just like—- *excited bird noises*

A lot about these is left to the viewer’s interpretation (and I adore how everyone is coming up with their very own version of events here✨) but if we’re moving chronologically then the Tarantula article is indeed the oldest and the bloody gear in the sink is misleading.

Dick and the near-incident with Tarantula was what threw Jason for a loop and neatly derailed (some of) his plans.

As for what happened to Tim and the reason behind Hood’s bloody gear… well, that’s up to you 😌

But chances are good I’ll be doing a bit of a follow up piece to this showing Jason’s work desk or something, featuring letters, maybe pictures… we’ll see. But I’m not completely done with this little “fanfiction” just yet 🙈💚

“poltergeist”

The quality is atrocious here 🥲 A few close ups. Let me know if you wanna read all the articles >.<

Big thanks to @cyrwrites for suggesting the missing poster and the Superboy part!

And of course a thank you to everyone else who suggested article topics, I stuck to more serious stuff this time but some of your comments really cracked me up it was great 💚✨

[ironinc]

Rivalry's Reward.ᝰ.ᐟ 

Spider-man/Peter Parker x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ While attending your dream college in New York, you and Peter share a competitive dynamic. Constantly trying to outdo each other in class. However, when you both find yourselves locked in detention together, your tension takes a different turn. With the professor temporarily gone, you're left alone, free to explore the attraction that's been building between you two.

⤷ Oneshot, smut very detailed so here’s the warning. Public sex since it is in a classroom. And lowkey enemies to lovers.

⤷ A/N: This is my first story for Spiderman aka Peter Parker so please do bare with me 😫. Btw this space “__” Is just your name. I just don’t like typing Y/N. Also in this story they are attending college so essentially Peter is aged up to 20 years old. Just wanna make that clear.

⤷ Word count: 2,070

⤷ Special song to add spice: Pretty Little Birds by SZA ft Isaiah Rashad

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The air in the detention room was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin prickle and your breath hitch. You sat at the desk, arms crossed, staring daggers at Peter Parker across the room. He leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Of course, he had to look so smug. You’d been at each other’s throats all week, competing for the top spot in every class—calculus, chemistry, even gym. And now, here you were, stuck in detention together, the universe’s idea of a cruel joke.

“Still mad about the pop quiz?” Peter quipped, his voice dripping with faux innocence. You could hear the laughter in his tone, and it only fueled your irritation.

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward, fingers drumming against the desk. “You only won because you cheated,” you shot back, though you knew it wasn’t true. Peter was annoyingly smart, but you’d never give him the satisfaction of admitting it.

“Cheated?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “You’re just mad because I outsmarted you. Again.”

The room felt smaller with every passing second, the walls closing in as the heat of your frustration mingled with something else—something you didn’t want to acknowledge. But it was there, simmering beneath the surface, a fire neither of you could ignore. You glared at him, your chest rising and falling with every sharp breath. “Outsmarted? Please. You’re just lucky.”

Peter leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes locking onto yours. There was a spark in them, a challenge that sent a shiver down your spine. “Luck has nothing to do with it. You’re just too stubborn to admit when you’re beat.”

The words hung in the air, charged and electric. Your pulse quickened, and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks. But it wasn’t anger. Not entirely. It was something else, something dangerous. You held his gaze, refusing to look away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch. “I’m not beat,” you said, your voice low, almost a whisper. “Not by a long shot.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall. Peter’s eyes never left yours, and you could see the shift in them, the way the amusement faded, replaced by something darker, more intense. The air between you crackled with unspoken desire, a tension so palpable it felt like it could shatter with a single touch.

Then, slowly, deliberately, Peter stood up. You watched him as he walked towards you, each step deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath catching in your throat as he stopped just inches away. “Prove it,” he said, his voice soft, almost a challenge.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. This was Peter Parker, your rival, the boy who drove you crazy in every sense of the word. And yet, here you were, drawn to him in a way you couldn’t explain. You stood up, meeting his gaze head-on, your chin tilted in defiance. “Fine,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. “But don’t blame me when you lose.”

Peter’s smirk returned, but it was different this timeless teasing, more predatory. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “Oh, I’m not worried about losing,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. “I’m more interested in seeing how far you’re willing to go.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt your resolve waver. But then, something inside you snapped, a defiance that refused to back down. You stepped closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, and looked up into his eyes. “Careful, Parker,” you said, your voice a whisper. “You might just get more than you bargained for.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away. But then, his hand was on your waist, pulling you closer, his body flush against yours. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made your head spin and your heart race. “I’m counting on it,” he said, his voice barely audible before his lips crashed into yours.

The kiss was fierce, desperate, a clash of wills as you gave as good as you got. His hands were everywhere, in your hair, gripping your waist, pulling you closer. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling slightly, eliciting a low growl from him that sent a shiver down your spine. The desk behind you was cold against your back, but you barely noticed, too consumed by the heat of his body pressed against yours.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzy, Peter’s eyes were dark with desire, his breathing ragged. “Still think you can outsmart me?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

You smirked, your confidence returning as you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. “This isn’t about smarts, Parker,” you murmured. “This is about who’s in control.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, as he traced a finger along your jawline. “And who’s in control?” he asked, his voice teasing.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. But then, with a slow, deliberate smile, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear once more. “Let’s find out,” you whispered. 

Your fingers found the hem of your shirt and slowly, teasingly, began to pull it up. His eyes followed your every movement, his breath hitching as you revealed more and more of your skin. The tension between you was electric, and you could feel the heat of his gaze as you finally removed the shirt, leaving you in just your bra. 

His eyes darkened with desire, and you knew you had won this round. But Peter wasn’t one to back down. He stepped closer, his hands finding your waist as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck.

 “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. You shivered, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you tilted your head back, giving him better access. “Maybe I like dangerous,” you whispered, your voice shaking with anticipation. 

His hands moved lower, gripping your hips he pushed you back, pressing your back against the desk. 

His lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate. You could feel the heat of his body as he pressed against you, and you moaned softly into his mouth. 

Peter smirked against your lips, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. 

You shivered at his words, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. “Don’t stop,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. 

His hands moved to your waistband, slowly sliding your pants down your legs. You stepped out of them, your heart racing as he stood back to admire you. “God, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

His hands found your hips again, pulling you close as he kissed you deeply. You could feel the hardness of his body against yours, and you moaned softly into his mouth. 

“Peter,” you whispered, your voice shaking with desire. He pulled away, his eyes dark with need as he looked down at you. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice husky. You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. But then, with a slow, deliberate smile, you reached for his belt. “You,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. 

His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t stop you. Instead, he let you unbuckle his belt, his hands moving to the hem of your panties. “You’re so fucking sexy, __” he murmured, his voice low and rough. 

You shivered at his words, your fingers trembling as you undid the button on his pants. He stepped out of them, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled you into another kiss. 

The heat of his body against yours was overwhelming, and you moaned softly into his mouth. “Peter," you whispered, your voice shaking with need. 

He pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you. "Tell me you want this," he said, his voice husky. You hesitated for a moment, your heart racing in your chest. But then, with a slow, deliberate smile, you reached for his cock. "I want you," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. 

Just from the small touch, he let out a small groan. His lips brushed against your ear. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

 "Because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name." You shivered at his words, your fingers trembling as you guided him to your entrance.

The anticipation was killing you, every second feeling like an eternity. "Peter," you murmured, your voice barely audible. "Please." His eyes darkened, and with a low growl, he finally pushed inside you, filling you completely. 

You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, slow at first, then faster, harder. 

The desk creaked beneath you, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the feel of him, the way he made you feel alive in a way you never had before. "God, you’re so tight," he groaned, his voice rough with need.

“I cannot get enough of you” You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust into you, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Peter," you gasped, your voice shaking with need. 

"Don’t stop." He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Not a chance," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. "You’re mine now." You shivered at his words, your body trembling with pleasure as he continued to move, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. 

"I’m close." He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Not so fast beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name." You shivered at his words, your body trembling with pleasure as he continued to move, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

 You shivered at his words, your body trembling with pleasure as he continued to move, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. "Peter," you gasped, your voice shaky with need as you clung to him. 

"I’m so close." His lips brushed your ear, his voice a growl. "Let go. I’ve got you." And with that, your entire body tensed, pleasure crashing over you like a wave as you came undone beneath him.

 He groaned, his own release following quickly after, not forgetting to pull out of you. His body shuddering against yours. For a moment, you both froze, breaths ragged, hearts pounding as you came down from the high. His forehead rested against yours, and you could feel the faint tremor in his hands as they gripped your hips.

"Guess I lost this round," you murmured, your voice soft and teasing. Peter chuckled, a low, breathless sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

 "Not a loss," he said, his lips brushing against yours. "Just the start of something new." You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "So, what now?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours. “Now," he said, his voice low and filled with promise, "we see who really has the upper hand tonight… Let me take you downtown for a quick swing.” 

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his comment about 'swinging' around the city. Challenged, you nodded in acceptance. He smirked, already eager to one-up you, as your friendly rivalry kicked into high gear once more. 

After quickly getting dressed, you sat down just in time, as the professor walked back into class. It seemed this game of wits would continue, fueled by the tension that lingered between you two.

Mr. Harrington narrowed his gaze at both of you, his stern tone leaving no room for protest. "You two better have put this 'who's smarter' thing behind you."

You and Peter quickly exchanged a knowing look before sharing a mutual chuckle.

"Yeah, we made up, Mr. Harrington. You don't have to worry."

Mr.Harrington reluctantly let the matter drop, resuming the silent detention session. 

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAA!#%$*# - Guys, how did I do? I hope my stories aren't really repetitive but what can I say?? I just know past me would of been sliding down a wall reading this, and that's the best part of this all.

(Credits: 888hnh)

- Please let me know if you want more ᥫ᭡.

[anaconamor]

love chords - christian pulisic x reader

wc: 1.5k!

summary: a small blurb i created after seeing those videos of him playing guitar and the picture above 😎

a/n: i’d appreciate feedback since i’m slowly getting back to writing after SO LONG!! it’s not my best work but we will get there! 🥰🥰

“christian actually stop before i lock myself in our room” you warned. he opened his mouth utterly in disbelief at your warning, stepping closer and narrowing his beautiful big brown eyes to you. “you wouldn’t dare.” you cocked your head to the side giving him a “try me” or more of a “watch me.”

you quickly sprinted and made it to the room locking yourself inside only holding your phone and your water bottle. the smell of your fall candle blinded your senses.

you heard christian’s rapid footsteps that came dodging to the door. how exactly did you end up here? right. it was all thanks to the message your best friend sent you while you were showing christian a flashback on your phone.

“you have to tell him or show him at least! you know how christian is 😂😊”

christian being christian, was almost demanding you to tell him what the message meant. following you every where around the house, while you folded some laundry, cooked dinner, and organized the pantry. to say the least it was killing him not knowing what your best friend was referring to.

you would’ve thought he was done being clingy and following you around like a lost puppy but you were wrong. while you were filling up your water bottle, christian locked you in place by placing his palms against the marble counters, resisting himself from tucking your hair back and running his finger down your cheeks.

“y/n i’ll do anything, baby. just tell me what it is…” christian whispered, finally caving in and gripping your hip with one hand, his nose tracing your jaw all the way to your weak spot behind your ear. he knew it drove both of you crazy, especially after the small tattoo you got less than a year ago.

your smaller palm glided against his inked skin, drawing small shapes that made goosebumps appear. it’s the effect you had on him, making christian release a small groan. you dragged it out more, placing small kisses against his bare chest all the way up to his stubble that tickled against your lips, and to his freckled cheeks. he thought you’d kiss him but instead you said “…you’ll have to wait.”

<~>

“okay i give up. just let me in…” christian pleaded after less than five minutes. “please baby, i just wanna hold you now,” you could hear the small pout that made you playfully roll your eyes. after unlocking the door you sat on the edge of the bed only wearing pj shorts and one of his t-shirts that fit you bigger than on him.

“i’m going to get ready for bed,” he kissed your cheek and walked into the bathroom, hearing the shower running you took it as a chance to quickly go get the gift you’d been hiding for over a month. it was a guitar, his initials ingraved on the detailed wood. along you chose a leather notebook, a stand and a special note you wrote to him.

you waited patiently but also very anxiously for christian to come down. and after fifteen minutes or so you heard his soft but concerned voice looking for you, “y/n? where are you my pretty girl? if you’re upset with me just say so-”

christian stood shirtless only wearing those plaid pj pants you absolutely adored. his chiseled chest and abs directly facing you, but what drove you absolutely insane we’re his curly locks. “surprise?” you said scared, scared that he wouldn’t like it. christian walked over to you looking just at you and not the customized guitar that was in the case.

he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you hard, letting a small groan at the taste of your lips. the taste that he’s never get used to because it was so addicting, you were addicting to him, in every shape and form. “you did this for me? why?” he let out after pulling away.

“because i love you” you breathed out, “because you deserve it after everything you do not just for me but those around you as well. you’re one of a kind chris… look at me…” you grabbed his chin softly, facing him where you saw his brown eyes glisten. “you’re the bestest thing that has ever happened to me, and i can’t thank you truly enough for making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.”

he chuckled becoming shy, his cheeks burning slightly red and hiding his head in between your neck and shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist tight. “i saw that damn cute smile you have when we went to visit the record store. you immediately fell in love with the guitar that was off limits and i knew i had to get it for you” you admitted giggling.

“how did you get it? and with my initials too?”

“i have my ways” you teased, “go… take a look at it,” you begged, watching as he nervously picked up the guitar and sat on the couch, his fingers expertly playing along the strings after a minute adjusting the tuners. he played extraordinarily well, his eyes closing as he played the guitar, his long lashes resting on his cheeks.

“i also got you this…” you handed over the leather book, “you can write it for your thoughts as a diary or your music book to make your own music… to write lyrics and phrases” you smiled at him. christian felt overwhelmed, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world because he had an amazing soul like you at his side.

“maybe one day you can show me? show our kids how to play?” you said quietly walked over and handed him the notebook. “i’m speechless. i can’t believe you spent so much money on this just for me…” he let out still shocked, “i can’t thank you enough y/n, im being genuine when saying that because this… us… means so much to me. i love you baby,” he leaned over and kissed you again.

“our kids are definitely going to learn from the best” he joked after resting his forehead against yours. “hold this for me really quick,” he asked you, but you shook your head denying his request. “no i’ll accidentally drop it chris,” you laughed referring to the guitar.

“just hold it really quick while i go find a pen,” christian asked again placing the guitar in your arms where you secured it safely against you. you observed the back muscles he had as he walked over to your study to get a pen, once he was back he opened the notebook and drew a title “you”.

“you have forever engraved yourself into me. like a powerful drug i can’t get enough of, a special eura. and because of you, i am happy, i lose my breath for you, I feel fire inside just by looking at your eyes…”

“no peeking… this is just the beginning of it…” he teased hiding the book to where you couldn’t see. “i can wait unlike some people” you fired back, smirking. “to be fair you were being to secretive, you tell me everything love!”

<~>

since you gave christian the guitar he wouldn’t stop gushing about it. playing it everytime he could, showing you how the tuners work and to play different notes. he fell more inlove with you every day after that.

when you’d work from home and he was there, you’d see how he quietly wrote away in the leather book you gave him, always wondering if it was now his diary or a music book. you’d never look through it because it wasn’t yours, so you’d just wait when he’d tell you about it someday.

after a long season, christian and you could finally spend quality time together. and tonight you had a date night cooking dinner together and finishing packing for the states, wanting to go visit his family and to watch him play for the USA. christian spent every morning kissing you and holding you against him, praising you for being with him through thick and thin.

“give me your hand i want to show you something,” christian said guiding you outside where there was small lights hanging in the patio. you were questioned about being outside instead of watching a movie. christian sat next to you on the couch and opened his book you spent time thinking of what he wrote inside.

he ran his hands nervously against his thighs, you grabbed his hand and kissed over his tattoos, “it’s just me handsome. just us… don’t be nervous. you don’t have to show me if you don’t want to,” you reassured him, seeing his eyes crinkle when he gave you a shy smile again.

he gave you a peck and grabbed his guitar, “open the fifth page and read outloud the title for me” he said, nudging his head for you to open it. with shaky hands you stuttering over your words when reading over the title of the song.

“are you ready to hear the song that’s dedicated to you my love?”

[blushinggray]

change of plans: part 10

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 10/12 (part 9 | part 1)

amor tonight

cw // nsfw; flirting, desk sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, slight(?) daddy kink, just some really nasty smut but also ardent love making, porn with feelings (x3)

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You're amazed that Yaoyorozu thought ahead to contact the city's taxi headquarters and spread the word for all the local cabbies to be prepared to pick up passengers near her property for tonight. Because just outside of the gate to her estate was a line of taxis waiting to drive inebriated partygoers home, like this is a central train station or something.

There was a short line of people that one of Yaoyorozu's manor staff was guiding and grouping for each car, but you and Sero didn't have to wait long to get one. He held the door for you to step in first, so you gave the driver the neighborhood of your apartment as a destination.

"Are we going to your place tonight?" Sero had asked, looking surprised.

"Yeah, I think it's closer to here. And my roommate's over at her boyfriend's place tonight." You had explained, "That okay with you? I know you said your flight is tomorrow."

"No, that's totally cool with me." He grinned excitedly before scooting closer to you in the backseat, "Let's go."

The trip felt long, for obvious (horny) reasons, but now that you're finally in front of your own apartment door, you're a little nervous. You're reviewing every space you have or haven't cleaned in your head as you unlock the door and let Sero in.

It's not as big as his place, since he and Todoroki have a rather roomy living area and kitchen, but your bedrooms are pretty similar in size. You lead him straight there after getting your shoes off to place your bag down.

"Did you, uhm..." You turn to see Sero looking all over your room, scanning and studying all the details that he can before turning to you, "Did you wanna shower first or anything?"

He lets his eyes glance you over from head to toe before stepping forward into your space with a cheeky smile on.

"You know, normally, I'd say yes." He says, putting his hands on your thighs to slowly slide them up beneath your skirt, "But I wanna see you in this outfit for a little longer."

"Do you, now." You scoff through your nose with a smile, "What do you like so much about it?"

Sero lets out a noise of amusement, paired with an expression that tells you he could go on for a while listing everything. Then he backs you into your desk so he can lift you by the thighs to sit on top of it, quickly filling up the space between your parted legs.

"Well, first of all, you just look so fucking good in a skirt." He praises, looking down at said skirt as he rubs his hands around your thighs, watching the pleated fabric follow his general motions. "Couldn't tell you how crazy you drove me with just one dance in that."

A giggle bubbles out of your mouth before you can stop it, because while you were focusing on your mistletoe scheme at the time, you did, in fact, still feel Sero's eyes magnetized downwards whenever you swayed your hips against him. You almost wish you had stayed for a few more songs, just to enjoy his reaction.

"And also," he leans in to tease a kiss, only brushing his nose with yours, "You do look really damn cute in that beret. Like you belong at a table outside a cute, little French cafe. Mon petit chou."

You let out a laugh as he whispers that little pet name against your cheek, incidentally leaning into him and pressing yourself into his lips as you hug him.

"Oui? Merci, ma puce." You joke back, looking up at him with playful, but fond eyes before placing a quick peck on his cheek in return.

He chuckles with you, exchanging a few more affectionate kisses before he inevitably asks you, "What did you just call me?"

"'My flea.'" You answer.

"'Flea'?" He gasps jokingly, attacking you with another kiss to your neck just below your jaw, "How mean."

"You literally just called me a cabbage." You chuckle.

"I thought 'mon petit chou' was just a cute nickname. Yaomomo told me that people don't actually mean it as 'cabbage.'" He pulls away with a slight pout.

"I know, I'm just messing with you." You smile, pulling the edges of his beanie down to cover his eyes before you leave a kiss on his nose, "It's the same with 'ma puce.' Unless you don't wanna be my little flea?"

Sero drags out a long hum as he leans in for another kiss to your lips, even though his eyes are still covered. "I suppose it could be worse." he says when he pulls away.

While you're laughing, he pulls the beanie off his head completely to toss on your desk, followed by his puffy jacket. But he soon shuts you up when he leans back in to kiss you for a while longer this time. His big hands gently squeeze at your hips as his lips work yours open.

Wrapping your arms around his neck once more, you hold him close as you kiss back, moving in tandem as he leads you in yet another dance. You sway and pull and push one another, and he builds on the rhythm with a dip or even a twirl of his tongue. On occasion, you try to surprise him back, with a small nip on his lower lip or a slow lick along his lip ring.

The playful mood you were just enjoying together soon thickens into something darker, heavier, wetter. Eventually, it becomes harder to breathe, as you're panting for air every time your lips are freed. But neither you nor Sero seem to want to be apart for long, since the short breaths apart only seem to magnetize you back together like opposite charges.

You moan against him when his hands climb up your sides, squeezing and massaging you on the way up to your chest, untucking your sweater from your skirt in the process. Which creates an opening for him to slip his hands underneath to get to your breasts and knead them under your bra.

God, his hands are so big. You kind of love how they feel like they just cover the entire surface of your tits. And the way he pinches at your nipples every so often has you pulling away from his mouth to throw your head back.

You let out a whiny noise whenever Sero’s fingers pinch a little shock of pleasure from your chest into your core. He hums in return before migrating to your neck to suck and tattoo kisses into your skin instead. While he's never been shy about kissing, he's always been been a bit more conservative with leaving marks, usually only leaving one or two in more coverable areas like between your thighs or on your hips.

But you suppose that's changed tonight because he is not being shy above the collar, and the mix of sensational pleasure with the slightly possessive gesture builds a wetness inside you. You can already feel it starting to leak out a bit, and you're not sure how long your little thong can soak it up.

Between the kisses and touches, you can’t keep quiet or still as you start moaning and grinding against him, your beret inevitably falling off at some point. Which actually gives your head a little ventilation from all the heat building up inside your body. Being pressed against and wrapped around Sero is getting a little hot for comfort, so you take the opportunity to push him away for a moment to get your necklace and sweater off, too.

You want to take your bra off as well, but the look on Sero's face stops you as he just stares and admires the color coordination between your bra and skirt. They're almost the same shade of red, so in the warm lamp lighting of your room, you're sure that it's a cute little ensemble for his hooded eyes.

"What's the matter?" You ask with a smile, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek, "Do you want me to take it off? Keep it on?" You offer.

Sero lets out a shudder of a breath as he leans into your hand, eyes getting foggier by the second. He slips his hands high enough up your skirt to skim at the band of your underwear, before asking, "Does this match too?"

You only give him a little one-shoulder shrug, "Why don't you check for yourself?"

You take your hand back to place them both on the desk in order to you scoot your ass just a bit closer to the edge and lean your upper back against the wall. Sero takes your signal in stride and smoothly pushes your skirt up to fan out across your stomach and hips. Your tights are a sheer black, so it's still a bit tough to see through them.

"Hope you're not too attached to these," Sero mutters quickly before tugging at the fabric to rip your tights apart at the crotch, making you gasp in surprise and pulse in excitement.

The little red triangle of fabric of your panties and most of your inner, upper thighs are exposed to him, and Sero sucks in a deep breath again before sinking to his knees. He moves quickly, shelving your thighs onto his shoulders so he can dig his nose straight into the middle of your cunt, taking a deep whiff and long lick up your panties.

You squeal at the semi-dulled sensation, the fabric of your thong thick enough to block the flat of his tongue but still cut small enough to for him to make direct contact at the edges. It's such a teasing sensation that automatically makes your hips jut forward into his face for more.

"Ughhh, baby, you're already wet." He groans into your pussy, wedging the fabric of your thong into your slit with the tip of his tongue, "So wet and sweet. Just for me, right?"

"All for you, papi." You promise breathlessly, not even realizing what you said until it's already out.

You have no idea where that came from. You've never used that kind of term with him before, so you have idea how he's going to react to it. If he's going to laugh or cringe at you, or worst of all, stop what he's doing to you.

For a moment, he does pause, his tongue freezing as he looks up at you. But it doesn't take long for you to recognize the helpless, desperate arousal and eye-rolling lust in his eyes before he moans, long and loud, cursing out straight into your pussy as he hugs your thighs closer to him, like he's begging you to suffocate him with them.

"Fuuuck, baby, I— mnh!" He interrupts his own thought to reach up and around the top of your thigh to tug the string of your thong aside. Then he drops the thought altogether as he goes to work on you, sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue inside you like he has something to prove. Like he owes it to you or something.

"Agh! Sero— ah! Oh my god..." You whine out, sounding more and more desperate by the second, anchoring your thighs around his neck and shoulders so you can buck into his face and get more of that long, powerful, and skilled tongue inside you. Deeper inside of you.

Deeper, deeper.

You want him so deep inside you that he tickles at your throat from this end. So deep inside that he can stir your guts around like a whisk. You want him, you want to come. You want to come so bad. So bad.

Sero hums and the vibrations go straight into your core, practically making you sing as he starts to thumb at your clit right after. Your hips come off the desk as you chase your orgasm into his mouth, only your upper back against the wall and your thighs on Sero's shoulders holding you up.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Agh!" You cry out as he laps at your walls and brings you closer. Until you practically slam the back of your head against the wall as you reach your peak.

Sero keeps his tongue inside you until your walls stop fluttering around it and your ass falls back onto your desk. Then he takes his time to slurp up everything that came out of you, cleaning off your pussy and thighs until you're sparkling.

"Fuck baby, you're so hot." He rumbles as he comes to his feet, leaning his forearms on the desk to meet you in a wet kiss that tastes like you, "But damn. That’s quite the weapon you’ve discovered."

“What? You mean ‘papi’?” You giggle as he groans at the mention of it and starts peppering kisses over your face, "You liked it that much?”

“Well, if you call me that again while you look this fucking sexy, then I can’t pretend like it doesn’t have an effect on me, you know?” He says, proving it to you by standing to press his tented pants against your bare cunt.

You hum as you reach over to give the fat bulge a little rub with your hand, “Well, you sure didn’t react this way when I called you ‘ma puce.’”

He snorts at your little joke before leaning down again to kiss your jaw, then he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, "I like both. Just be careful about when you use each one. I don’t know that I won’t go a little crazy if you ever used papi on me in public."

For some reason, you can't bite down the smile crawling up your face. You like this. You like finding new weak spots and turn-ons for Sero, and knowing that you can use them again in the future. You like the idea that you can freely and openly gather and save all this information, and know that he'll let you use it on him again.

Because you're going to be together to have that chance to do all of this again. Because you don't have to set limits on your time or your heart with him anymore. You can enjoy him and all the new things you learn about him to your heart's content. And honestly, that turns you on just as much as any words he could say or any pleasure he could give you.

So with this newfound confidence, you bring your feet up to plant your heels on the desk, using your hands to hold onto your ankles to keep yourself spread wide for him to see. You, in your disheveled red skirt and bra, red panties soaked and pushed to the side against one thigh, and a gaping hole in your tights that's ripped even wider after stretching them through your first orgasm tonight. You can't even begin to imagine what you look like in front of him.

"I'll be careful." You promise.

"Fucking god," he sighs heavily, briefly closing his eyes as if to find some patience within himself, "Fuck, I wanna take a picture so bad right now. Like I need to— to prove to myself that this is real..."

You hum, spreading yourself even wider, "Well, why don't you get inside me and see how real it feels?"

"My fucking god." Sero actually takes a step away, pacing along your room with his hands on his head, muttering to himself. And you just giggle from your desk as you watch him, struggling with himself as he yanks his sweatshirt and pants off.

Only his briefs and the silver chain around his neck remain when he positions himself back in front of you, putting his hands on your knees to keep you spread-eagled when he starts to grind his thick bulge against you. He’s still staring down at your body and face as he watches your bodies hump together, trying to attach to one another through the clothes. He’s watching, but his eyes get more and more clouded as he goes on.

Why is he teasing you like this? You’re more than ready for him, you’re already leaking out onto your thighs again and soaking into his briefs, for god’s sake! Can he please, please, please just— just bring it out and stuff it inside you? You want it. You want it more than anything right now.

“Take ‘em off. Please.” You beg, putting a hand on his navel to pause his hips, “Wanna feel you. Please. Inside me. Hurry, papi…”

His sharp gasp is the reaction you hoping for, but just to drive it home, you remove his hand from one of your legs so you lift it up and wrap your ankle around the back of his neck to gently tug him downward for a kiss. The stretch on your legs is a bit tough but Sero’s moaning surely means it’ll be worth it.

When he pulls back to stand upright again, the vision of your sheer black fabric-covered leg pressed against his paler skin while his hand keeps your other leg spread apart is quite the sight, even for you. You can only imagine how needy you must look to him.

“Goddammit…” he hisses, quickly pushing down and kicking away those annoying briefs before lining the bottom of his thick, heavy shaft against your slit, “I’m powerless against you.” He says with a pleasantly defeated smile and a kiss to your ankle and calf by his shoulder.

You're breathing hard as you watch him grip the base of his cock and drag the length of it up and down your soaking, swollen lips, bumping up past your clit several times to tease you further. It does feel a lot better than it did earlier with his briefs still on, but it's still just... not enough. You almost cry in protest when he pulls away to grab a condom from his discarded jeans on the floor.

You don't realize you're pouting as you watch him put it on until Sero playfully scolds you, "Don't give me that face, bella. I don't love it either."

Well if that's the case then why can't he just go without it... You're on birth control and if he hasn't slept with anyone else in a while...

Though it doesn't really matter now that he's got it on and has repositioned himself between your legs. He's even taken the liberty to lift both your legs up to rest against his chest, holding them there as he teases his cock along your slit again.

You expect him to start pushing inside soon, but instead, he pushes your legs together and stacks your ankles over one of his shoulders so that your thighs sandwich his cock. With one hand keeping your ankles crossed and his other arm hugging your thighs to his abdomen, he's made himself a little flesh toy to rub his dick into.

Your skin is wet with your own emission, so Sero's cock slides all too easily through your thighs to pop out between them and kiss your clit every time he pushes forward. It's so erotic, watching his thick, red cockhead pop out between your legs that are haphazardly covered in ripped black fabric, especially with that hopelessly soaked strand of red fabric that's bunched up into the crease of one of your thighs.

What a mess you must look like; barely propped up on your desk and your entire lower half kicked up in the air, entangled in Sero's arms. And your pussy, leaking and begging for a visitor that's just outside the door but won't come inside.

"Sero— Sero, please." You gasp as he continues to bump against your clit with his engorged tip. Even when there's already precum leaking into the tip of the condom. "Ughhhh, please. Put it in already. I want it so bad. I want it so bad!"

"Yeah? You want it, baby?" He answers your call with more teasing, smirking as he just thrusts faster between your thighs. "You want my cock inside your cute, little pussy? Can't wait any longer?"

"I can't—" You shake your head desperately, mouth going off with the momentum and just following his lead without really thinking about what you're saying anymore. "Can't wait anymore. Sero, hurry! Please, please..."

"God, fuck, you're so cute..." He lets out a groan before separating your legs to put one on each shoulder again.

It takes a little more whining from your end, but finally, finally he guides himself inside. The tip pushes through your lips and inner muscles like softened butter. It’s a long way in for his massive dick, but once he’s tucked in to the hilt, you both let out a collective sigh of relief. Sero goes as far as to close his eyes and tilt his head back, really savoring the first slide in like he usually likes to do.

You, on the other hand, need him to start moving now. Planting your forearms on your desk beneath you, and crossing your ankles together behind his neck to get a foothold, you lift your hips up to wiggle them against his. You shimmy and roll and squeeze around him to get more sweet friction, until eventually you're just fucking yourself on his cock in this position.

"Fucking shit... Holy fucking shit." Sero moans quietly as he watches you, hands just keeping your legs held up against his torso for support. He chews on his lip as he looks down at the spot where you're connected, where his cock keeps disappearing into your wet, glossy, little hole without any effort of his own — as if he's the one letting himself be used as a toy this time. “Fuck, just look at you, mami. You look so… so fucking slutty like this.”

You’re sure you do. But honestly, you are just way too strung up from all the teasing after that first orgasm that you don't even care how you must look now. Yeah, you're literally hanging off of him like tire swing on a tree and using his dick to make yourself come. You’re probably babbling out some stupidly embarrassing shit that you'll be ashamed of later. So what? He's here and yours for the taking, so you're going to take.

As much as you want. As much as he has.

"Ohhhh, fuck, daddy please I need this cock to destroy me." You whine into the ceiling as you throw your head back once you feel the peak approaching, "I want that stupid, fat cock to fuck and pound me blind. Gimme all your cum and just stuff me— stuff me until you wanna eat me whole."

At some point, Sero must give up his own restraint because you realize that he's meeting your hips with his own harsh, unforgiving thrusts. His hands are bruising your hips with his delicious grip as he holds you up and pounds into you, over and over, meeting all your feverish passion with his own.

"Fuck baby, you're so nasty. You really want all that? Huh?!" He growls with an extra powerful thrust that almost makes you crash into the wall behind you, "Need me to pump you up with all my cum until you're leaking from the ears, yeah? S'at whatcha want from me? Mm? Mmmnnhh..." He moans as he comes down for a sloppy kiss.

"Yes, yes! I want it! I want it, I want it, I wa— Ahhhh!" You keep chanting until you scream out through your peak.

You have no fucking clue what's taking over your body as this orgasm just swims through you, resonating into every tip of every limb and making you shake like Sero's cock pumped an earthquake straight into you.

Even through the blinding white pleasure, you feel your arms give out and your hands just start... clawing at everything. Your desk, your nearby chair, Sero's thighs, Sero's arms. You're not sure what you knock over or how your head isn't banging a hole into the wall behind you with how hard you're coming. Because fuuuuuckk.

Even when you're starting to calm down from this hard, rocking orgasm, your body is already thrumming and eager for another. Especially once Sero just scoops you up in his arms to hold up your entire body on his own, all to keep his cock wedged inside your pulsing walls while he brings you in for another kiss.

You at least find the strength to wrap your arms around his neck to melt into him as he sucks your sexual vitality out of your mouth like oxygen. He's completely taken over you, mind and body alike, claimed your pussy as his territory and is taking his time to break you in.

"God, querida, look at you." He fawns even when he pulls away from your mouth, "You gotta take a look at yourself. You need to see just how fucking sexy you look."

Sero makes a sound between a grunt and a growl as he sets you down on your feet and turns you around in a sweep so that you're face to face with your own full length mirror. And good god—

What a fucking mess.

Your skirt is wrinkled and askew, what's left of your tights are full of streaks of torn threads, one tit is spilling out of a bra cup since a strap fell off that shoulder, your messy hair falls over half of your face. And from what you can see of your face, your makeup looks like it's been smeared around with a wet tissue, but no technique.

It only gets worse when Sero wraps an arm around your abdomen to hold onto you from behind as he lifts one of your knees up high to show your pussy to the mirror. Your wet, swollen, needy mess of a pussy. That you can feel still throbbing even as he spreads you wide open to slip his cock right back inside from underneath.

"Ohhhh..." You let out a moan, but immediately look away from your reflection at the sight of your desperate, wanton expression. Is that really how you look when you're taking his cock?

Mouth open, eyes glowing, brows tilted up, tongue about to loll out...

It really is so slutty.

"Nuh uh, baby, eyes over here." Sero orders, bringing his hand up from your stomach to cup beneath your jaw and force you to look at yourself. Then he drags his hot tongue up your cheek before meeting your eyes in the mirror to whisper, "So fucking cute."

A shiver passes through your body at his gestures and words, making your eyes flutter closed and your pussy twitch around him, "S'cause you're so good..." you whimper out, giving him a more purposeful squeeze this time. “You’re so strong, and your cock is so good… I wish you’d fuck me every night, daddy.”

"God, you fucking vixen." He growls into your ear as he shakes your jaw in his hand until you open your eyes again. And when you do, you watch as his hand settles around your throat, and your own expression change with excitement as you feel him squeeze a bit.

With his hand on your throat, Sero's other hand that was holding up your knee now travels across the front of your body to clutch at your opposite side, keeping your leg held up by the crook of his elbow. Your own hands clutch to his forearms just to have something to hold onto as you feel him start to pump his cock back into your pussy.

Every time he's about to pick up speed, his hand tightens around your throat in warning. And every time it gets just a little harder to breathe, your cunt flutters in delight. Which Sero takes great delight in, judging by the proud smirk his face in the mirror.

"You fucking love that, don't you, bella? Hm? Love it when I choke you out." He chuckles victoriously, "And you love it when I'm rough on you. Don't think you can hide how wet you get whenever I throw you around. Your pussy's way too honest."

"Mnrgh!" You can only get out some noises of affirmation with his hand around your neck, which might be for the better. With your lust-addled brain right now, who knows how loudly you'd agree with him?

Because you do love it. You love it when he's hot and rough like this, humiliating you by forcing you to watch yourself come apart on his dick. You love how he fucks you so good that you get lost in your own desire and forget to hold your walls up.

You love how honest he makes you.

"God, just look at you. So fucking messed up over my cock. Bet that asshole Kaibara wishes he were me right now. " He says, putting on a more evil grin when he sees the surprise cross your face, "Yeah, I saw how he looked at you. I just know he'd fucking cry if he saw how good you look right now. 'Specially when he hears you say it's aaall for me."

You also love how honest you make him.

He's fucking you in the nastiest, most raw and exclusively intimate of ways right now, and he's still thinking about Kaibara. Because he just has to get that little detail in. To somehow prove to both of you that he deserves to be here.

It's pretty damn cute.

You'd laugh if you weren't being fucked like an animal and choked like a stress ball at the moment. Sero's strength is so fucking raw, keeping most of your weight held up while his hips just piston into you without pause to chase his own orgasm. Somehow you're always reminded about how strong he really is just as you start to forget.

When he starts faltering and grunting, "Come on, baby. Come with me. Want you to come with me. Let's come together." you bring one hand down to rub at your clit as he continues to pound into your guts.

"I'ma come— come with you!" You gasp when his hand loosens around your neck.

"That's right, baby. Wanna feel you come around me. You almost there?" He kisses your ear, then your cheek, "Can I come? I wanna come inside you so bad."

"Wait— wait, daddy... Just a little— mmh! Almost— almost— aghhh!" You whine out as you race towards your third orgasm of the evening, trying to time it so you really can come together with Sero.

"Fuck, angel. I'm gonna— m'gonna— ughhhhh..." He groans out as his harsh thrusting slows into longer pumps, with a few twitches in between.

"Yes!" You scream out not long after, walls dancing around Sero's cock in an excitable, squeezing hug as you come yet again. You're blinded by the familiar white pleasure as you throw your head back against his shoulder to cry out through your peak.

As you're coming down this time, you feel a deeply satisfying exhaustion that's similar to the endorphins that rush through you after a good workout. Like you've just sprinted through a marathon of orgasms to reach this finish line.

So you're only vaguely present as Sero releases your body and sets you down on the bed to help you take off your remaining clothes. And once you're as naked as he is, he lifts you up to lie your head properly on the pillow before he rests right on top of you, pouring another deeply moving kiss into your mouth.

Exhausted as you are, you find strength as you sink into the comfort of your bed and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back. And you just continue to make out with him like that for a while.

You don't get the least bit tired of it, because he's just that good at keeping your attention. The way he smacks his lips against yours when he pulls away just enough to press against them once more, like he's starting up a new kiss all over again. The way he scrapes at your lip with his teeth or lets you tongue at his lip ring before taking the lead once more. The way he just puts so much ardor and affection into the way he holds your face as he kisses you. It all sends enough dopamine into your brain to give you an overdose.

Before long, you're both breathing fast and humping against one another again. But this time, it's less hurried. Much less desperate and manic than the pleasure you were chasing after earlier.

This time, it's like a long walk on a sunny day. You're matching each other's pace, taking slow steps, hand in hand. Sero kisses you like he's savoring your taste, as if you're made of some sort of finely aged wine. And when he lifts his head to look down into your eyes, you're hypnotized.

The way he looks at you like he's clouded by desire but still very clearly intent with his actions makes you dizzy. How does he just... look at you like that? Like you're some vision out of a fairy tale or a manifestation of a dream? It makes your heart race and your brain crazy.

Unlike all of the gross, dirty things you were both spewing out thoughtlessly earlier, there are barely any words exchanged between you this time. It seems like all of the words or messages you want to convey to one another are shared through touch. Through kiss. Through eye contact.

One of his hands slides down your arm until it tangles with and laces into your own fingers. You can feel the intimacy increase just by the way he grips and brings your joined hands up to rest by your head.

Your free hand is buried into the hair at the base of his neck, just wanting to feel him and keep him close even though you know he isn't going anywhere. It feels like you could both just do this for hours until you fall asleep, but eventually you let out a soft moan into the fragile atmosphere, "Sero..."

"[Name]..." he replies, resting his forehead against yours as he reaches down to press his newly hardened cock against your lower lips, "Can I... Can I put it in... without the condom?"

You have no idea when he had discarded the first one, but it's no wonder why it already feels so much better... The direct skin on skin contact is warm and sweet, thick and smooth. No thin layer of film keeping you from him, or him from you.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes." You whisper more and more hurriedly, pressing kisses up into his face as if to communicate your urgency, "Please. I wanna feel you. Completely."

"Ay querida..." He sighs into your mouth as he sinks into another kiss, slowly guiding his naked tip into your entrance, "Me vuelves loco..."

You drive me crazy.

"Mm... me, too." You mumble back against his lips as you feel him sink in deeper. And deeper. And deeper.

Until he finally settles completely inside of you. For some reason, you feel even fuller than you did earlier tonight. Maybe even more than you have all the times you've had sex before. It feels as if his presence reaches parts of your body beyond what he can physically touch. Like his own soul is soaking through your skin to fill every tip of your body from the inside with his presence, his affection, his passion. And he hasn’t even moved yet.

“Sero…” you sigh out, body about to start trembling from sensitivity. To pleasure and to him.

“Hanta.” He corrects, “Try that out for me, mami.”

“H-Hanta…” you obey, voice shaking as you feel him twitch inside your walls. “Hanta… how does it feel?”

Does he feel this too? This enveloping, bone deep connection happening between you? Are you still just too drunk off of all your cocktails and orgasms from tonight? Or does he feel what you’re feeling too?

He closes his hazy eyes with a sigh before he falls into you for another kiss. Long and sweet, thick like honey, smooth like wine, heavy as gravity. And when he finally pulls away, he speaks with pure veneration soaking through his voice, “Feels like magic, baby.”

He’s kissing you again by the time he starts moving his hips. Your skin just slides together like different moving waves, surfing along the motions of each other as you rock together. Both of your hands are now captured in his, resting by your head as he becomes your moon, pulling you into his gravity and ruling over your tide.

Your hips follow his ebb and flow as you wrap your legs around his waist, letting yourself get swept up in the current. He flows into you like he’s made of water, but touches you like he’s made of sparks. Your body tingles from the overload of stimulation, but connects so naturally to his that you wonder how you were ever meant to be apart.

“Se— Hanta!” You gasp, completely out of breath and sanity. All that fills you up is him. “Hanta, you’re so deep— You’re so, so… aghhh…!” Your whine drags out as he shifts his angle and hits you right there. Right where it hurts the best. “I love it. I love it so much! I love—”

You.

You almost say.

You almost say it, but he starts gliding against your clit and sending you right out of your mind. The slow, romantic build is finally approaching a crescendo, and you have no control over what happens to you anymore.

“You’re perfect, bella. So, so gorgeous.” He praises deep into your ear, his words making it straight to your heart, further winding up your core to spring back. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

It only takes a few more strokes and a few whispers of your name to get you to come around him. And you revel in the feeling of squeezing around his raw cock, your walls singing and licking at every inch of him as you’re kissed out of your right mind.

When Sero comes inside of you, you can feel your body temperature changing in mere seconds. Lowering in shivers as he spurts heavily into your cunt, then climbing another few degrees again as he twitches and kisses your pussy back.

Fucking shit, this is bad. This is so bad because it feels so damn good.

You love it. You love soaking up all the fruits of your laborious love making, and feeling saturated with Sero’s essence inside you.

Or in other words, you love being filled with his cum. Fuck, you love it. You’re absolutely high with euphoric delight at the feeling of his bare cock pumping you full of his cum, and knowing that you asked for it.

“You filled me up so good, papi…” You praise, using your new secret weapon in hopes of getting him up and twitching again.

“You really have no mercy, do you, baby?” He releases your hands to push your hair back out of your face before cupping it to give you another long, meaningful kiss.

Sero kisses you for a while, waiting until he softens enough to make the pull out as painless as possible. Which feels for naught because the incredible emptiness you feel when his body disconnects from yours is deep enough to leave even your bones feeling hollow.

But you suppose it’s for the better, because if you just kept going you probably wouldn’t be able to stop. The Sero-addicted parts of your brain just wouldn’t stop going off. So you appreciate the soothing balm of his skin as he brings your back against his front to settle your body down with cuddles.

He never seems to tire of the kissing though, because he leaves them lovingly along your shoulders as he rubs a hand down your arm and side and thigh. But even with the calming effect of his soft touch and unhurried presence, you can’t stop thinking about what you just felt. What you just went through, as an experience. Every moment and sensation is replaying in constant loops in your head, and you can’t bring yourself to understand how something like that just happened.

You want to ask him. You want to know if he felt something even remotely similar. If he was zoned in at the same intensity as you were.

Turning around to face him, you wrap your arm around his side and put your other hand on his muscular chest, looking up at him to say, “That was… I’ve never felt anything like that before. With anyone.”

His smile is effortless as he places a kiss on your forehead and asks, “You’ve never made love with anyone before?”

“Not like that.” You shake your head slightly, the fatigue setting in enough for you to omit the embarrassment.

He leans in for another kiss, this time to your lips, before admitting, “Me, neither.” Then he pulls you closer into a hug so that your face is fitted perfectly into his neck, “You are so special to me, querida. I’m so glad I get to stay with you like this tonight.”

You can only hum as you burrow yourself closer to Sero’s body, hiding your enormous grin into his neck as you reply, “Me, too.”

You're sure that tonight is going to stay with you for a long while, for better or for worse.

—

After a few more rounds of passionate, mind-numbing sex, you and Sero inevitably conked out in your sex-soaked sheets for the rest of the night. But you still somehow managed to wake up in the morning — feeling refreshed — for a deep-cleansing shower before bringing him out to one of your favorite breakfast spots.

Sero walks into the cafe with you in last night’s clothes, while you’re dressed in a simple outfit with a bare face. He’s holding your hand the entire time as you step inside, order at the register, and find your table. As you're enjoying your breakfast croissants and coffee together, flirting and chatting about his upcoming trip and other things, a few familiar faces walk into the cafe to greet you.

"Sero! [Name]!" Hagakure bounds up to your table with her bright smile, Ojiro following just behind, "Good morning!"

"Morning." You both return the greeting.

Ojiro goes ahead to order for the both of them while Hagakure pulls up one of the neighboring tables to connect with yours and Sero's. You all end up gushing about all the funny or crazy things that happened the night before at Yaoyorozu's party until their orders arrive as well.

"Soooo~?" She eventually asks, rubbing against your shoulder with her own, "What's the sauce on this little breakfast date? Did it finally happen? Are you guys finally together?"

You let out a slightly nervous chuckle, since you knew this was coming. But since you and Sero only just agreed to all of this last night, should you be spreading the word already?

"We're just eating together after he spent the night." You circle around the question, "Since he's actually flying out this... afternoon?"

You look to Sero for confirmation, who just gives you a warm smile before easily sliding his hand across the table to rest on top of yours. Then he turns to his friends to properly answer, "We're together."

"Ah!! Yes!!" Hagakure cheers, smacking her boyfriend's arm in delight, "Finally! I'm so happy for you two!"

"Good for you guys." Ojiro congratulates you both with a smile as well, patting Sero's shoulder with a heavy palm, "Really happy for you, man."

"Thank goodness." Hagakure sighs heavily, "If it took any longer, we were afraid we'd have to really start intervening. Since Sero's been simping for like—"

"Thank you," Sero interrupts with a loud clearing of his throat. Then he aggressively moves on to another topic before you can inquire further.

The rest of breakfast basically consists of Hagakure begging for details about how it all went down, and how excited she is for the both of you. At some point, she starts throwing out double date ideas for the four of you, which sound fun, even though they're eventually shoo'ed away by Sero.

"I literally just got her to agree to go out with me. And I don't even get to see her for the next few weeks." He points out, "Let me have her to myself for a little while."

You exchange a small laugh for his soft smile before saying to Hagakure, "Maybe you can take me on a date until he gets back."

"I'm so up for the job!" She agrees before Sero jokingly protests about you already cheating on him.

The four of you finish up soon afterwards, but Hagakure brings out her phone to take a photo of the four of you with the front facing camera. "Say cheese!"

She sends it to you all immediately, and Sero looks down fondly at the photo as he pulls it up. You don't think much of it until you and he have parted ways with Hagakure and Ojiro and you're walking him to the train station.

"What's got you looking all goofy?" You ask when you notice his grin hasn't died down for a good few blocks.

"Nothing." He says, squeezing your hand in his, "Just thinking about how our photo collection is growing already."

“Our photo collection?”

“Yeah. Photos of us together.”

Oh. Right.

You suppose photos must mean a lot more to him than you originally thought, if he's already this happy about a simple group picture.

You did give him that polaroid of your mistletoe kiss as a sort of gesture for the start of your relationship, but you figured it'd be a one time special memento for that moment.

But if you really think about it, every photo can celebrate a moment. No matter how seemingly big or small.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why Sero enjoys photography. Because he enjoys capturing beautiful moments in life so he can celebrate them. As many times as he wants even after the fact.

"Do you want to take another one?" You offer.

"Can we?" He jumps on it immediately.

"Sure. I mean, if you're okay with my bare face."

"Your face is as beautiful as your soul, querida. So you'll always be pretty no matter what." He says, pulling you close to his side as he brings out his phone.

You're not even finished rolling your eyes at the line when you hear the shutter sound start to go off, but you quickly fall into his chest and hug around his waist to properly look at the camera. Though admittedly, you do still want to keep your face slightly hidden, so you just tuck yourself into his shoulder a bit and try to pull off some 'mysterious' look as he snaps a few more.

He laughs as you both hunch over to swipe through them, watching as your unamused, dismissive look morphs into an indignantly fond expression before becoming more visibly affectionate. Until it actually resembles something more of a proper photo of a couple.

They're not super flattering, but they're certainly honest. Something Sero will probably appreciate with his unique interpretation of his subjects.

"I love them." He confirms your suspicions, smiling fondly down at the pictures before turning to look at you, "All of them."

You tilt your chin up expectantly, waiting for a kiss, which he happily gives you before taking your hand to continue down the street again.

A small part of you wishes that this walk didn't have to end so soon, so that you could spend just a little longer with Sero before you have to let him go for the rest of the year. But another part of you knows you need some time to yourself; to bask and reflect and accept that all of this is reality now.

And you can actually give yourself the time apart now, because you know he'll come back to you. You no longer have to wonder or worry about when or how you’ll see him next, or limit your growing feelings for him, or hold back the things you want to share with him. Because it's finally mutual. Wholly and openly mutual.

Finally, your heart feels free.

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tbc

part 11

[elliotsmokebuddy]

between friends.

summary: something that happened between elliot and y/n left her wanting more affection.

warnings: cursing, slight angst, kissing

more: based off the song “affection” by BETWEEN FRIENDS

you were so fucking nervous. you’ve never been this scared except for once in your life.

y/n raised her hand and knocked on the door gently. she was going over in her head what she was gonna say to elliot. she didn’t know if she did anything wrong or if he still even wanted ti be her best friend.

the door swung open causing y/n to let out a shaky breathe as she blurted out and soft “hi” just reacting and not thinking.

she thought he looked so perfect. she studied his face as if she was seeing him through a magnifying glass. his face tats, his round nose and his gentle eyes.

just something about him made the girl go insane.

“hey c’mon in” elliot replied with a soft but blank expression on his face making the girl even more nervous than she already was.

now what y/n didn’t know was that elliot was trying to figure out what to say to her too. he didn’t know how to tell her why he when ghost and dint even tell her.

he knew that him leaving would be hard for her so he just didn’t tell her. yes he should have told her face to face or even in some form of communication,

but he knew he could never say goodbye to the person he loved the most.

“was it me? did i do something to drive you away from me? you spoke. you wanted an answer but you were scared it was gonna be something you didn’t wanna hear.

“no of course not y/n” elliot replied back instantly

“the. what was it? i just wanna know” you didn’t wanna push or force him to open up but you just wanted to help him in anyway you could.

“come with me” elliot said while turning to walk up the stairs. you followed closely behind him as if you were afraid he was gonna just disappear into thin air.

you didn’t know why you just felt the urge to always be touching him. you just craved skin to skin and it drove you crazy.

you walked into his room after him and softly sat on the bed.

“look the reason i left wasn’t because of you. my mom sent my aunt back to town to come see how we were doing because she was too pussy to show up herself. then she tried to make my aunt give me some bullshit letter as if it was going to fucking make up for her leaving us”

as elliot told you each and every detail on why he went M.I.A you’re heart broke. he didn’t deserve any of the shit his mom put him through.

“im so fucking sorry that happened. she doesn’t deserve to even call you her son because you’re so special. she has no idea what she’s missing out on”

everything after that happened so fast. you felt a pair of soft firm lips against yours as elliot put one of his hands on your face. you kissed back giving the same energy he was giving as the kiss continued.

your stomach felt like it was on fire as you and kissed. elliot pulled away while slowly opening his eyes, seeing you with a small smile on you’re face as you tried to catch your breath.

“that was even better than the dreams” as soon as those words left you’re lips you could’ve sworn your life flashed before your eyes. instant regret flooded your face as you looked at elliot.

he let out a soft laugh while stepping closer to you.

“oh yea and what happened in those dreams baby?”

part 1 part 2

[usedtobe-angstyoikawa]

Found him

Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

Summary: part 2 of this

Warnings: little bit of angst but it gets better I promise

Word count: 2047

a/n: you asked for it so here it is, I hope I didn’t fuck it up :)

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He hated rainy days, they made him wanna stay in bed and do nothing but sleep. The sound of his alarm going off for the third time that morning reminded him it was time to get up though. He hurried out of bed and tried getting ready as fast as he could, brushing his teeth while peeing at the same time wasn’t and easy task but he managed. Having breakfast wasn’t an option, neither was taking a shower, he was already running late to his first meeting as a professional. Some crackers and cologne will have to do, he thought before running out of his house and towards the bus stop.

You had woken up early that same morning, enjoying the peaceful sound of silence and the warmth of your hot beverage. After taking a long shower you got ready for work and searched for your car keys, which you were sure you had placed on top of the kitchen table the night before. You spent almost 15 minutes looking for the damn keys until you found them on the living room floor next to the sofa. Just when you were getting up your eyes caught a glimpse of a very familiar face smiling at you from behind a glass. It was yours and Oikawa’s graduation picture, that was taken way back when you were two reckless teens. After that day (and the horrible scene that still played in your mind every now and then) you hadn’t heard from him, except you knew he had moved to Argentina to play for the San Juan volleyball team. You weren’t mad at him and you were pretty sure he wasn’t mad at you either, there was no reason to be. Both of you were busy with college and volleyball, not to mention figuring out how the adult life worked, so you simply fell out of touch. As for what had happened between him and Iwaizumi you had no idea. You hoped they had realize how crazy they were for each other and started dating already, but you knew they didn’t really believe in long distance relationships so you doubted that had happened. Still, you were sure that if you ever bumped into them you’d be able to say hi without hurting like you used to. And with that thought roaming your mind you got in your car and drove to work.

The sound of the elevator doors closing and opening made him nervous, or maybe it was the tick in his left eye and the smell of a strong cologne coming from the man behind him. How could anyone wear such an amount of hideous vomiting scent, he thought. Before he could start complaining out loud the elevator reached his floor and he slowly walked to the conference room. He knew he was late, he had actually planed on it as soon as he was told who had been assigned as his interviewer. Was he being childish? Probably. Was there a reason for him to be acting that way? Probably not, but still he took his time while making his way to the last glass door in the hall.

You were sitting at the table with a bunch of other coworkers and your boss, waiting for your clients to arrive. You let out an annoyed sigh as you read through the pages that had been given to you with your client’s requests. Apparently you were about to meet a professional athlete with a tight schedule and many fans waiting for the new information to drop. For an instance your mind thought of a certain brown haired boy but instantly shook it away, he wasn’t even in the same continent as you were. Or so you thought. Suddenly the glass doors flew open and you heard the unmistakable voice of said boy, that was now a man.

He was almost a hundred percent sure he was lost. Had he taken the right elevator? Yeah, there was no other one. Maybe he was in the wrong building? No way he had double checked the address. Why did all the rooms look the same? How come none of them had a number or tag on each door? Man his boss was gonna kill him, he had warned him these people didn’t like waiting. He had decided to go back on his steps and star again from the elevator when he bumped into someone who looked like they worked there. Thank god.

“ Hello Mr Oikawa, I’m the head director of the magazine’s sports section” the sound of your boss’s voice echoed in your head but you couldn’t process anything he was saying. “ We’re so glad to have you here, I was told by your manager that you don’t have enough free time for a proper interview and obviously time isn’t something we have abundance of. So, here’s what we’re gonna do…” he proceeded to explain to the volleyball player how we had managed to arrange a joined interview with a fellow athlete.

“It sounds okay, I can’t say I’m excited though I don’t really mind sharing the spotlight. Plus I’ve read your magazine in many occasions and I can tell your writers have experienced in the volleyball field” his eyes were set in you and he gave you a small smile. You tried to smile back but you still couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you. Just this morning you had thought of him after such a long time of hearing nothing from him and there he was. As if that hadn’t been socking enough, the glass doors opened again and your second client entered the room. Brown spiked hair and a sweaty face caught everyones attention.

“Hello, I’m sorry I’m late the bus took forever to get through the morning traffic and I have to say these glass doors rooms look all the same” the man started while trying to catch his breath. As soon as he looked up from the floor his eyes scanned the room and stopped at the athlete. They looked at each other for a while without uttering a word, even when your boss started talking they still held each other’s gaze.

Oh to think that same morning you had thought you’d be fine with seeing them again. How naive.

After your boss finished explaining how and when the interview was gonna take place, he decided to introduce both men.

“And this is who you’ll be interviewed with, I’m pretty sure you already know who he is. Oikawa Toruu, professional volleyball player” he said “ And Oikawa this is Iwaizumi Hajime, Japan’s volleyball team’s coach he’s new to this so please be nice”

“Oikawa” said the shorter man while giving a nod with his head.

“Iwaizumi” the other greeted “ Its nice to see you again”

You could tell by the atmosphere in the room that those two had never confessed to the other. The tension could be cut with a butter knife.

“Oh! You already know each other that’s great. Now meet your interviewer, they’re one of our most talented writers in the sports section and they happen to know a lot about volleyball” and so everyone’s eyes were on you. You could tell Hajime wasn’t sure if he knew you or not, even if you had gone to the same high school you weren’t sure he remembered you. “You can follow them into the room next door and start discussing the details for the interview. I promise you you’re gonna be amazed by their skills”

“Trust me we know how great they are.” It was Tooru’s voice. You still didn’t know what to say so you exited the room and told the two grown men behind you to follow. “ Now are you going to interview us or are we back to hating each other” he joked as soon as you closed the glass door and you couldn’t believe that after all those years it still felt the same. You laughed along with Iwaizumi, who apparently did recognize you.

“This is crazy” he said “How long has it been? And you’re a journalist? I can’t believe I didn’t know about this”

“Yeah well, we all took different paths so it’s not that surprising I guess” you tried to play it off as if the whole situation didn’t have an effect on you.

“Oh no, not at all. I have to confess I knew you worked here” Tooru said “ But I certainly didn’t know you were gonna be here too, Iwa-chan” your heart stopped at the mention of that old nickname. You could see the blush covering Iwaizumi’s cheeks and it made you smile. It was so painfully obvious that even after all that time they still were head over heels for each other. But, like the last time you didn’t say a word, it was none of your business and you were only there to do your work.

The interview went smoothly, the three of you laughed and had a good time remembering old high school stories. Oikawa would give you a panicked look every time his love life was mentioned, but you managed to keep the sport as the main focus of the interview.

Once it was finished, you went for a coffee together and talked about your lives and careers. Iwaizumi was the first to leave, excusing himself saying something along the lines of training and team. You stayed a little longer with Tooru, chatting and asking him questions about Argentina and the friends he’d made.

“It was a great experience but there’s nothing like home you know. I really missed this.” his words would’ve warmed your heart only if they had been meant for you, even though they were directed to you it was clear he was talking about his childhood best friend and crush.

“You know I really thought you were going to confess to him back then” the words left your mouth without even realizing it. The boy next to you tended his shoulders and then let out a sigh.

“I couldn’t do it, I knew he didn’t feel the same way and I didn’t want to ruin the friendship” you knew exactly how that felt but that was different, there was no way his friend wasn’t in love with him. Whereas in your case you did know your crush didn’t like you back, hell he had even said it to your face. Still, both situations sucked and you knew better than anyone that keeping your feelings bottled up for too long wasn’t ideal. “I also knew you liked me” those words took you by surprise.

“Excuse me”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Iwaizumi told me, just when I was about to confess to him he said you should ask them out.” Oh, that’s why he though his feelings weren’t reciprocated. “I’m pretty sure I owe you and apology for not realizing sooner, you were always there for me but still I couldn’t see it and kept talking about my crush on someone else. So yeah, I’m sorry for that.” He was being sincere and you could tell he was a bit ashamed too.

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” you grabbed his hand and looked him in the eye “That doesn’t change the fact that you two are idiots and still need me to solve your problems. Now I promised myself I would never get involved in this, but I’m not gonna let my friends spend the rest of their lives alone. So, get your ass out of this café and go after your man before I punch you in the face”

“Okay okay I’m doing this, he can’t reject me I’m basically perfect” he hyped himself up before getting up and walking up to the door. Before closing it he popped his head inside again and looked at you. “Oh and Y/N” you gave him a small smile “Thank you, you’re the best friend I could’ve asked for” and with that he turned around and left not only the café but your heart too, finally freeing that space he was never meant to fill and placing himself on the right top shelf, the center of it now empty and ready to welcome a new beginning.

First part

[thatsgay-writes]

Elle Greenaway x Reader

Summary: Elle makes a shocking discovery after they catch an unsub. (Follows along season 1 episode 7)

Warning: Criminal Mind stuff

The reader is given a name, for certain purposes and it is third person on purpose.

Word Count: 2.5k

Dr. Thomas Fuller wrote, “with foxes, we must play the fox.”

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“Bad?” Agent Hotchner asks as Elle handed him a folder. “The worst.” Elle responds as they head to the round table room. Gideon stood in front of a board as he looked at all of the images. “Crawford family. Murdered 3 days ago.” He says just as Derek walked in, “Saw it on the news.” He says as he takes a quick look at the board as he walks by. “They were found in the basement of their house...” Gideon says, still staring at the images. “Bags packed for a vacation they never took.” JJ continues for him. “Report said it was a murder/suicide. The father stabbed the mom, then shot himself.” Derek says as he sits down, still not fully sure as to why they were taking it as a case. “That’s the conclusion the Maryland State police came to. The gun was next to the father, he had gunpower residue on his right hand.” JJ states as she states a few things listed on the report in front of her. “And now you must have some compelling reason to think that Chris Crawford didn’t off his family?” Derek asks, looking to JJ for a response. “Yeah. Another murdered family. The Millers-- found a month ago. The mother, Reese Miller, her two children and her new husband. Again, they were found in the basement and like the Crawford's, their suitcases were packed for a vacation.”

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“Elle!” Bailey yelled as she ran towards her girlfriend. Elle Greenaway and Bailey Woods had been friends since Kindergarten, both managing to stay in the same school all the way through middle school and up to high school. In 8th grade, they both finally confessed the feelings they held for each other. “Bailey?” Elle asked in concern as she watched her girlfriend run up to her, tears visibly rolling down her face. “Bailey, baby, what’s wrong?” Elle asked as she scooped the younger girl, by a few months, into her arms. “Did someone do something? Tell me who and we can beat them up together.” Elle said, semi-seriously. You just shook your head as you held onto her shirt tightly. It was the week before Junior year ended, the only tears falling from your face should be happy ones. “What happened?” Elle asked concerned, you had never acted like this before. She knew it couldn’t have anything to do with your dad since he was home for the next few months.

Elle made a split second decision and led you out of the school before any of the teachers could notice. “C’mon, let’s go.” She said to you as she opened the passenger door to your car. She had taken the keys from your pocket, knowing you were in no condition to drive. As she drove to your secret spot, you managed to calm down some and were taking deep breaths to calm all the way down. Elle parked in one of the parking spots at the top of the abandoned parking garage and turned off the car. “Can you tell me what’s wrong now?” She asked as she reached over the middle section and grabbed your hand. You took a few more deep breaths before looking up at her, heartbreak shone through your eyes. “I’m moving.”

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Elle stood outside the interrogation room as she watched Reid talk to Eric Miller. “Is that what this is about, hmm? You think I’m crazy, man? You think I suddenly snapped and slaughtered my own wife and kids?” Eric kept asking questions as he got more and more agitated. “You think I did this? Huh? Is that what you think!?” Eric yelled as he suddenly stood up. Elle looked to Hotch with wide eyes before they entered the room. “Sit down.” Hotch told Eric firmly. Reid was the youngest on the team and it was his first time doing an interrogation solo, so Elle and Hotch were a little protective over him. “Is this your daddy?”

--- South East Washington D.C

Elle sat quietly in her seat as she sat in the back seat of the car as they drove towards the address Hotch and Garcia had found while snooping through the Crawford’s financials. Reid and Hotch both shared a look at the unusually quiet Elle. Usually when in the car, she would be looking over a file or talking to others to understand more about the case but tis time she was just staring out a window. “Is... Um, is everything okay?” Reid asked, his voice going a little high at the end of his question. His question shook Elle out of whatever she was thinking about, “Yeah... Maryland just brings back some memories...” You’ve been here before?” Hotch asks, concerned about the other agent but also making sure that nothing would intervene with the case they were working on. Elle sat silently for a few seconds before answering right as they pulled up to their destination, “No.”

“Federal Agents!” “FBI” “Federal Agents!” “Clear!” Hotch, Elle, and Derek all yelled simultaneously as they busted through the front door of the home. Elle scrunched her nose in disgust at the sight of the home, “Cleanest thing in here...” She muttered as she kicked what looked like an empty dog bowl. She stayed at the front of the house with Gideon and Reid as Derek and Hotch went deeper into the home. She watched with a questioning gaze as Gideon walked over to the wall and picked up a single painting that was hanging. “What’s that?” She asked as Gideon looked down at the drawing. “It’s a child’s painting. It’s a colonial house. Mom, dad, 2 children out front holding hands.” Gideon listed what he saw. “And a big dog.” She states as she looks over his shoulder.

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Bailey and Elle laid together in her bed, the end of summer coming faster than ever before. She and Elle had spent almost all their time together, going on dates, spending nights at each other’s houses, etc. Anywhere Elle went, Bailey were there, and anywhere Bailey went, Elle was there. Right now the two of them were laying in Bailey’s bed watching T.V. “Stop staring at me.” Elle mumbles as she stares at the television. Bailey lets out a breath of air and rolls her eyes with a groan, “Love meeee, I want attentionnnnn.” She draws out causing Elle to playfully roll her eyes in response. “Fine, come here.” Elle says as she opens her arms out for Bailey to lay in. Bailey plays with Elle’s hair as she laid her head on her girlfriends chest. “I want kisses...” “Bailey repeats over and over again, like a chant. “Geez, someone is clingy today.” Elle states as she sits up and leans back against the wall. Bailey shifted around so she was now straddling Elle. “I leave in 3 weeks... I just wanna kiss my girlfriend.” Bailey pouts as Elle finally gives in. “Okayyyy.” She says with fake annoyance.

Bailey and Elle were deep into a make out session when her door suddenly busted open. “Eww!” “Ezra!” Bailey yelled as her sister covered her eyes with her arms. “Eww! Not you too! Mommy and daddy were doing that too!” The 5 year old yelled causing Bailey to laugh. Bailey gets off of Elle’s lap and picks up her little sister. “Aww,” Bailey says with a fake pout, “Do you feel left out?” Bailey starts kissing all over Ezra’s face causing the little girl to giggle and try to get away. “No! Eww! Stop it!” Ezra yells as she gets out of Bailey’s hold and pretends to rub away the kiss in fake disgust. Bailey just rolls her eyes at her sisters action. “C’mon, let’s go see if Benson is awake. We’ll be right back Elle.” Bailey says over her shoulder as she and Ezra leave the room. Elle laid back on Bailey’s bed as she left the room, staring at the ceiling. All she could think about was how in love with the younger girl she was.

Her train of thought got cut off as a small body was laid on top of hers. Elle immediately moved her arms to hold him and make sure he didn’t fall off of her. “Hey buddy...” She said in a baby voice as Bailey laid down next to her and pulled her into her. Bailey let out a groan as Ezra jumped on top of her before snuggling up. “Alright... What do you want to watch?”

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“Okay. No, I understand. Yeah, I figured as much. Thank you.” Derek says as he gets off the phone. “He’s been staring at those pictures all morning.” Elle states as she stares at Gideon who is staring at the drawings done by the murdered children. “well, I sure hope he sees a connection cause I’ve checked doctors, lawyers, travel agents, tutors, contract workers. I got nothing.” Derek says as Hotch walks by. “Why target those families?” Elle wonders still watching Gideon. “Well, to know that, we have to know how.” Hotch says as he sits down and continues looking at the file in his hands.

“ We know organized killers are often skilled workers with above-average intelligence. High birth status. And in most cases...male. In the workplace, he's socially confident. And with women...sexually confident. Every offense...is preplanned. Targeting the victim is almost as pleasurable as the actual kill. These guys, they're...they're meticulous. It's a compulsion. Everything has to have its proper place. They do exhaustive amounts of research on their victims. They watch their every move every last detail is observed. Everything has to be written ever so neatly in a book or possibly a journal. When the kids are comin' home from school. When daddy'll be home. Playtime. Suppertime. Bath time. Bedtime. Plan the work...work the plan. This is the way that he maintains control. It's also how he personalizes his target... So nothing's left to chance. Absolutely nothing... Is left out of place, ever. So he plans the work... And when he's good and ready, he works that plan. He takes great pride in his job. I think the workplace has to be the connection.” Derek says as they go over everything they have learned about the unsub.

Gideon walks out of the room he was in with two drawings in his hands. He holds both the pictures up side by side. “Both are by Emily, painted months apart.  This one...is full of color, life. The one I found at Emily's house has lines, dimensions. No color. I believe Emily was coerced to make this. It's a point of view. It is his point of view. This is where the killer stood, just watched the family.” Gideon says after having finally figured out the connection of the paintings to the case. Hotch drops a ring on the desk he was leaning on, letting it spins some before picking it up. “Each of the dead husbands was missing his wedding ring. This is the unsub’s trophy.”

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Bailey and Elle sat on the edge of the cliff at their special place. Trying to soak up as much time as they could before Bailey had to leave in a few hours. “I can’t believe you’re leaving...” Elle state as she leans her head against Bailey’s shoulder. “We had everything planned out too...” She trails off, looking at the scenery in front of her. “Hey don’t speak like that...” Bailey says as she holds Elle’s face in her hands. “It’s just one school year apart and then we will go to college together like we planned.” Bailey states before she pauses. “Look, I’m going to make you a promise, okay?” Elle raised an eyebrow at Bailey skeptically, promises were a big thing for Bailey, she never broke them. Bailey lets go of Elle’s face and pulls a ring from her pocket. “No before you freak out, this is my dad’s ring.” Bailey says with a slight laugh as she watches Elle’s eyes get big before returning to normal. “Now, you know me and my dad are close... When I was 5 and he got sent on the first deployment I remember, I cried like a baby for weeks on end. It actually got so bad my mom had to take me out of school one time.” Bailey says with a smile as she stares down at the ring in her hand.

“When dad came back and heard about it, he got his ring modified.” Elle watches with slight confusion as Bailey slid the ring a certain way and it split in half. “And now, whenever he gets deployed, I get this half of the ring so I always have a piece of him with me.” Bailey continues her story as she puts the larger part of the ring on a chain. “It’s obviously too big to fit on my ringer so mom bought a chain to put it on.” Bailey says as she puts the chain around Elle’s neck and closes the clasp. “I asked my dad and he said it was okay for me to give my part to you so you know that I am always with you and thinking about you.” Bailey says as she gives Elle a goofy smile. Elle tries to cover her crying but lets a few tears slip. “Hey, it’s okay...” Bailey says as she pulls the girl she loves into a hug. “Senior year will be over before you know it and we’ll be back together again.”

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The group all sits around the table in silence as Gideon stares into the box that Hotch had found in Karl Arnold’s office. Everyone’s heart dropping as Gideon lets the contents of the small box drop and 8 rings fall onto the table. Every sat in silence feeling remorse for whatever families had lost their life’s to Dr. Arnold. Elle takes a moment to look at each ring and feels herself get nauseous at the sight of one ring that looks a little different from the others. It can’t be... She thinks as she slowly reaches out, ignoring the looks from her friends, and grabs the ring that made her feel sick. She takes a minute to study the ring, her heart beating faster at how familiar it is. She can feel her friends and coworkers staring at her in confusion, wanting to know why she had picked up the ring.

Elle reach's into her shirt a little and pulls out a ring of her own. The group shares a confused look, wondering where the ring had came from and how long she had had it. Elle takes it off the chain and slides the two rings together like she had seen you do ten years ago. The clicking sound it made not only signifying the two rings becoming one but also her heart breaking into two. Elle looks up to see Hotch and Gideon looking at her with a worried face, it was obvious that Elle knew who that ring belonged to. Seeing her friends face’s filled with sorrow was enough for the dam to break and the tears to flow.

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“Elle! Guess what!” Bailey yelled excitedly into the phone as Elle picked up. Elle laughed at her excitement. “What?” “I get to go on vacation tomorrow!”

[a-pretty-nerd]

The Lingerie (Klaus Hargreeves x Fem!Reader Smut)

Request: "hiiii could you do something smutty w klaus hargreeves x fem!reader where klaus gets his hands on some lingerie and the reader overstimulates him.... a lot." ~ Anon

A/N: I love Klaus fuckers, they've got impeccable taste! Chef's Kiss my guy! Don't be afraid to interact, like, comment, and send a request my way if you'd like! Every little bit helps support me! And if you're interested in my original work, I post it on my Wattpad, and I also have a Patreon if you wanna support me further!

Warnings: NSFW, sub/dom-ish, overstimulation, toys, lots of dirty talk, etc.

You had it all planned out. You knew exactly what you were going to do, you had it all in your pretty little head. This year for your anniversary you were going to do something special, something classy and fun. A cozy night in to wine and dine your sweetheart, you even bought him flowers, his favorites. You just didn't know where the time had gone.

You anxiously tapped your foot in the elevator as you looked down at the watch on your wrist. Fuck, you were running late. He was supposed to be home soon and you hadn't even started setting up yet. As the doors opened you flew through the halls to your apartment where you stood outside, fumbling with the bags in your arms, trying to get out your keys. You threw open the door and rushed to put everything away. To get the flowers in some water, to set out ingredients, to get everything together until...

You heard a soft familiar voice call to you from your bedroom. You froze. Your heart sank. You slowly crept over and opened the door. Inside was a scene out of a movie. The dark room lit only by candles, rose peddles littering the floor, table tops, your bed. And on said bed laid a very proud figure. Klaus sat there, a smile stretched across his face. Your eyes trailed down his body, covered conservatively with a silk robe.

Your heart began to race. All the anxiety and stress you had pent up was beginning to wash away at even the sight of him.

"Happy Anniversary." Klaus called from the bed, sitting up before standing to remove the robe. The fabric dropped to the floor to reveal a decedent scene of white lace. His chest covered by intricate details that cascaded down his torso to his hips and highlighting the V shape of his body. Your mind went blank.

"Naughty boy," you cooed, "tempting me with dessert before I've even made dinner?" You closed the door behind you. He made you feel hungry, insatiable even. His bulge sat in the white lave panties, constricted and held by force. His thighs glistening in the candle light. Fuck.

"You're making dinner?" He flashed a bright smile, like he was breaking character while filming a porno. You chuckled as you approached him.

"I was, but you're distracting me." You reached out a hand and curled your fingers around his practically bare ass. He gave a pained hiss. "I'll have to punish you for that." You leaned in, nibbling his earlobe. He melted in your arms like butter. He was so easy to toy with. So eager to please. His reactions always made something in you burn with satisfaction.

"As you wish." He whispered as you ran your nails up his back before reaching the back of his skull. You roughly pulled the hair and wrenched his head back to give you open access to his neck. Where you left hickies and love bites as you pleased, soaking in his helpless moans before stealing a wanting kiss.

He moaned into your lips, his hand coming up to caress your face as he gave sloppy and desperate kisses. He tasted like rock candy, like pure sugar. You pulled away to his disappointment, he leaned forward trying to chase you. You pushed him back against the bed, forcing him to take a seat. He held his legs out open for you as he watched you. He bit his lip as you knelt down, your hands starting to toy with his already hard cock through the panties.

"Seeing as you went through all this trouble, I guess I should be good to you." You shrugged, pulling the fabric down off his cock to let it bounce free. It was always so ready and willing. As obedient and good as he was. It greeted you happily as it bounced, the res tip twitching with excitement. You smiled, reaching a hand around his base. His breath hitched in his throat, head lolling back as you licked the pre-cum off his tip. It bounced on your tongue, sensitive to the touch. His tip was incredibly sensitive, and you knew it.

You opened your mouth, resting the tip flat on your tongue and licking it like a lollipop. You circled your tongue around it, listening to the helpless moans he let out and reveling in the jolts it sent through his body. You took in his tip, bobbing your head up and down as you hand slowly worked his shaft. Your other hand placed firmly on his thigh, gently leaving scratches down it.

"Ooohhh fuuuuck Y/N...." He moaned. You continued, long, slow strokes. He looked down at you, his eyelids heavy, his mouth hanging open as he watched in admiration and pleasure. "Fuck it feels so good." He whined. You took more of him in, working faster, earning practically a yelp from him as he thighs tensed under your grasp. You worked him and worked him and worked him, picking up speed until you watched his hand grasp the sheets below. "Fuck, fuck, fuck- uh- uh-yeah- I'm gonna cum, fuck- I'm cumming-ah!" He bucked his hips up, cumming down your throat as he let sweet pants and moans.

"Good boy, Klaus." You praised as you stood, looking down on his decorated and weary form. You smiled a cruel and wanting smile. "Always such a good boy for me." You started to undress yourself, watching his eyes widen at the reveal of your body. He reached out to touch you, to press his face into your breasts and massage them to his liking. He sucked on your nipple while his hand played with the other. His free hand snaking down to your ass and squeezing. You rewarded him with a sweet moan.

You pulled away from him, reaching into your bedside table, you pulled out a familiar toy. Klaus looked almost concerned. A cock ring that had a vibrator attached to it was usually for your pleasure, but you had something else in mind. A second toy confirmed his suspicions. You ordered him to lay down on the bed properly, swinging your legs over his chest as if to start a 69 position. But now, you drenched the second toy in lube, a plug, and gently pressed it into his ass. He let out helpless but pleased moans, only interrupted by the cock ring being slid on, and turned up all the way.

"Ah! Fuck! Thats a lot." He groaned. His sensitive but already hardening cock twitching wildly between his thighs. You looked back at him, his eyes shut tight as he struggled to comprehend to feeling. You leaned back, pressing your soaking wet pussy against his lips. "Mph!" He cried, his hands coming down to your ass to playfully grab and squeeze. Soon he got to work, licking and sucking at your clit.

"Aahhh fuck. Good boy. Always such a good boy. Take what your master gives you." You cooed as he ate you out. He was always so good at oral, even when distracted. And distracted he was. Sometimes the vibrator jolted waves of electricity unexpectedly and it made him spasm. He'd let out a muffled cry into your clit before getting back to work. His thighs were starting to clench whenever the toy picked up its vibrations.

The way he licked you, almost absent-minded, like he was playing with you too. It made you crazy, it drove you wild to see him in such a compromising situation and still he was being coy. You leaned forward, drooling over his tip before taking it into your mouth.

"Ah! Oohhh fuck!" He cried before pulling you in closer to wilding lap at your clit. It hit you just right, making you climax as you sucked on his tip. "Oh god! Y/N!" He threw his head back and began bucking his hips up again, his second orgasm making its way through him as you pulled away. His cum spewing out and onto your face. He let out short pants as he started to relax. You turned off the cock ring and licked up what cum you could. It was sweet, Klaus always tasted so sweet.

"You can't possibly think I'm done with you yet." You chuckled as you moved to get off of him.

"Wh-what?" He panted. You stroked his cock as you adjusted your now soaking wet pussy over him. You watch his eyes widen at the sight. His chest heaving with slight exhaustion as blood rushed back down. He began to harden again, pulsing as the sensitive skin started to ache. "Oh- Wa-Ah! Ahahah oooooohhh fuck!" He moaned out as you sank down on him. His hands gripping your hips.

"Mmmmmhh yeeess babyy." You hummed as you started to grind. Earning a soft whimper from your lover. As you slowly rolled your hips back and forth, you turned your attention to the lingerie top Klaus still wore. You followed the lacey design until you spotted his nipples peaking out. You grinned.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" He cried as you reached up to play with them. Pulling the fabric aside to get a better angle. You smiled as you watched his head dart down to your hands, back up to you, and then back up to rest his head against the pillow. His eyes rolling back into his head.

"So sensitive." You chuckled, picking up the speed. Your own body aching for another orgasm. You reached down and turned the vibrating cock ring back on. The shock of electricity against your clip shot through you, threatening to pull your orgasm from you.

"No! Fuck! Ooooh goooood!" He roared. "Ohh mmph...f-feels so good it hurts! Fuck! Fuck it feels so good. You make me feel so g-gooooood." He gripped your hips so tight it would leave marks when he removed his hands. Watching him, so far gone all he could do was moan your name and a series of curses. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" His eyes rolled back into his head as you fucked him senseless. You couldn't help it, besides, you needed to cum too. You let yourself move just right, so his twitching, pulsing, raging cock hit just right.

So perfect it sent you over the edge within a few thrusts, and him as well. He let out a helpless gasp as the last slap of your hips came down. You felt him cum again. He pressed his hips up against you as he shook, holding you there so he could spew what little cum he had left onto your tight hole.

You panted, watching over him as the dust settled and you began to recover. You brushed a few strands of hair from him face as you assessed your damage. You pulled off him, removing the toys and cleaning the two of you off before bringing him some water. He laid there, blissed out. A silly, satisfied smile stretching across his face.

"Happy Anniversary." You cooed as you left sweet kisses all over his face and neck, making his smile widen.

[butgilinsky]

sneaking around // rc

warning; language, familial issues (not super), alludes to sex but nothing graphic, soft rafe!!!!

summary; in which y/n routledge and rafe cameron are sneaking around, and john b gets annoyed with his sister’s secrets

word count; 3.1k+

the year had been a rough one for y/n. her dad disappearing was just as hard on her as it was on john b, but they seemed to deal with it in very different ways. john b threw himself into just about anything he could focus on. any task he found that was time consuming and needed a lot of attention, john b immersed himself in it. 

y/n was bit simpler than her younger brother. she buried herself in parties, and boys. though, lately it had been the same boy, every time she needed to take the edge off. she’d labeled herself crazy after their first night together, soon changing the title to clinically insane after it had become a routine. 

“i’ll see you later, cameron.” she tugged her shorts back up her hips, doing a small hop to get them up all the way. 

she had barely looked for her shirt before the boy still laying across his bed grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down. she fell on the bed in front of him, and he moved on top of her quickly. 

he pressed his lips firmly against hers, hands gripping her hips tightly while her arms snaked around his neck slowly. she hummed into the kiss but pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed him softly off of her. he groaned at the gesture, trying to bury his head in her neck to make any move that would get her to stay longer. 

“some of us have to work, rich boy.” he groaned again, rolling over onto his back while she pushed herself off of the bed and up on her feet. 

“you always leave early because of the stupid wreck.” y/n rolled her eyes at the statement, knowing rafe didn’t understand how much she needed to work. 

“easy for you to say, pretty boy. you’ve never had to wait tables to care for yourself, let alone you and your younger brother.” rafe rolled his eyes but let it go, knowing that she got annoyed when he pressed this issue. 

“just wish you didn’t have to run off so soon.” she smile at the comment, but he didn’t catch that with her back towards him. 

he propped himself up onto his elbows and watched her look around the room for her shirt for a bit, laughing slightly at the struggle she was enduring. she clicked her tongue and raised her eyebrows at him, testing him silently. he held his hands out slightly, not helping her in the slightest. 

she nodded slowly, eyes locked on his closet before she grabbed the door handle and walked inside of it for a moment. she looked through the rack slowly, ignoring rafe’s burning gaze on her bare back. she found an old rolling stones shirt, figuring it would be hard for anyone to prove it was rafe’s, and slid it over her torso. 

she tucked the front of the shirt into her jean shorts and stepped into her shoes before leaning over the boy and pressed her lips against his quickly. she pulled back up but he whined and pulled her back down, this time leaving a longer kiss against her lips. she laughed when she pulled back again and grabbed the remainder of her things. 

her phone started ringing, just before she got out of the house and it made her groan softly. she shot rafe a look and pressed a finger to her lips in a warning, laughing when he mimicked her actions. 

“what’s up booker?” her brother groaned at the use of his middle name, knowing that his sister only did it to bother him. 

“where the hell are you? i know you work today, but kie said you’re not at the wreck.” y/n rolled her eyes at her brother’s question and sent a short wave to rafe before reaching for the door knob. 

“i’m actually on my way to the wreck.” she jogged down the stairs, knowing nobody else was in the cameron household which was one of the reasons she was there in the first place. 

“okay, but you’ve been gone for hours, y/n-”

“did you need something, booker, or did you just call to pull my leg?” she rolled her eyes softly as she made the short walk down the street to where her car was parked, not wanting to risk anyone finding y/n routledge’s car at the cameron estate. 

“just worried, y/n. didn’t want you running off on another bender-”

“i’m gonna stop you there. i’m clearly sober as can be, though that’s unfortunate for you since you’re getting on my nerves. i’m going to the wreck now, so if you’d like to drive over and lecture me about my whereabouts, you can do so then.” she got into her car and shut the door a little harder than she would’ve normally given her slight agitation towards her brother. 

“did you just get into your car? y/n, where the hell-”

“bye booker!” she ended the call quickly, tossing her phone into the passenger seat before groaning softly and driving off. 

when she got to the wreck, her brother and his friends were already gathered around a table, which made her laugh softly though she rolled her eyes at them. kie hopped out of the chair she was sat in and skipped over to y/n with a wide smile. 

“where have you been?” her question was the same as her brother’s, though it held a lighter tone to it. 

“doesn’t matter-”

“that’s not the shirt you were wearing when you left this morning.” john b pointed out quickly, arms crossed his chest as he leaned back in his chair, an annoyed expression on his face. 

“you’re very observant, booker. you should’ve gotten a trophy in school for that. teachers get hard ons for attention to detail.” she pointed her finger at her little brother, though all of his friends were gasping and looking at the older sibling with wide eyes. 

“y/n routledge, did you get laid?” john b smacked jj quickly, sending him a harsh glare at the question. 

“oh my god, by who?” kie squealed excitedly, almost bouncing on her feet in curiosity. 

“i knew she got more action than john b.” john b would’ve hit pope for that one just like he did with jj, but luckily for pope, he was out of arms reach.

“alright, alright, settle down. i have to get to work.” y/n rolled her eyes at the questions jj and kie kept firing off and walked towards the kitchen. 

kie followed behind her, being the only one of the group allowed back there anyways. she also knew hat y/n would tell her things that she wouldn’t tell any of the boys. 

“so, who’s the mystery guy?” kie smirked at y/n, watching her laugh and roll her eyes while she gathered everything she needed for her shift. 

“doesn’t matter, kie.” the girl pushed out her bottom lip and attempted to create puppy dog eyes, but y/n waved her off. “nobody knows, kie, so don’t feel so left out.” 

“but i want to know!” the girl whined, which made y/n laugh again. 

“it’s top secret.” y/n pressed a finger to her lips and winked at kiara who just groaned out loudly while y/n walked out into the dining room to start waiting tables. 

y/n’s shift went as smoothly as it could with her brother and his friends sitting in the dining room. she’d pass by every once in a while, having short conversations with them and leaving every time jj tried to dig about her morning. 

they eventually left, which made her shift a bit easier, though it made it less enjoyable. though her brother got on her nerves, she couldn’t help but find the group enjoyable to be around. 

when she finally got off, she drove back to the chateau and saw kie’s car parked next to the van, which led her to assume they were all inside of the house. she didn’t mind, though it did make it a little harder to sleep at night with the house packed. 

she walked in, hearing loud cheers and claps when she walked through the door. she laughed softly, doing a slow turn and a dramatic bow, which made the group erupt in a chorus of laughter. 

“how was work?” she rolled her eyes at the question, knowing none of them actually cared about how her shift went. 

“work was fine.” she opened the fridge and groaned at the low amount of beer, knowing jj would be begging her for another case soon. though she wasn’t old enough to buy beer, she had friends that were, given that she was older than the group that sat in her living room. 

she grabbed a beer can and popped it open before turning back to the group that had gone quiet. all eyes were on her, which made her smile, feigning innocence as she stared at them with a mock confused look. 

“tell us who you were with!” jj yelled, his impatience getting the best of him. 

“spill the beans!” 

“i want to know!”

“yeah, tell us.” she narrowed her eyes at her brother, not understanding why he was pushing this so hard. 

“you want me to tell you, booker? you want me to tell you all the juicy details? who i ran off with and what happened? how many times i’ve jumped into bed with this guy, maybe how it felt when he-”

“okay GROSS!” john b yelled loudly, pressing his hands to his ears when his sister started giving too much information. 

“suit yourself, dude i wanna hear it.” jj smirked at y/n, who rolled her eyes before laughing when a pillow collided with his face. 

her phone buzzed in her pocket, which she knew meant trouble. she contemplated just ignoring it, knowing that it would cause a scene, but it sounded fun, so she answered it. 

“hello?” she smiled at the group looking at her with wide eyes. 

“you busy?” she let out a soft laugh at the question, watching the group wait for her to say something as they were practically on the edge of their seats. 

“i guess you could call it that.” the scoff echoed through the phone, which made her roll her eyes as a reflex. 

“well i’m bored, and i figured i could come pick you up, or-”

“that’s not a good idea.” she laughed gently at the thought of rafe coming to pick her up with the peanut gallery in her living room. “i can come meet you somewhere.” 

“who are you meeting?” jj yelled, which made her roll her eyes while the other three all gave him small smacks to the chest or arm. 

“ah, the chihuahuas are there.” she rolled her eyes at the name and moved into the living room, passing her beer to john b seeing as she would not be finishing it. 

“i mean, you could come by and deal with-”

“no no, that’s not a can i want to open tonight, princess.” she rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips at the nickname. 

“alright then i’ll meet you-”

“you’re not going anywhere.” 

“booker, you can’t stop me from getting into my car and driving somewhere on my own time. i’m two years older than you and-”

“and you’re running off with a stranger!” she let out a loud groan, almost forgetting there were more people in the room and one on the phone. 

“he’s not a stranger! god, you’re so fucking dramatic. i’ve been doing this for months, so get your head out of your ass-”

“MONTHS?” john b pushed himself off of the couch and stood in front of his sister, arms stretched out by his sides as he stared at her in anger laced with shock. 

“yes, months. we seem to cope with our pain in different ways.” he rolled his eyes, the anger in his chest only building. 

“if dad was here-”

“but he’s not! that’s the thing, john, dad isn’t here! he hasn’t been here for months, and i know that fucking sucks for you as much as it does for me, but if you haven’t noticed, you’re not here either. you’re always out on the boat or drowning yourself in anything that takes your full attention and while that’s fine and it works for you, it leaves me in the fucking dark. so i’m sorry that you’re mad that i’ve been seeing someone behind your back, but i have to find a way to not dive off the deep end.” 

everyone in the room stared at her, shocked that she had popped off like that. for the most part, she was cool calm and collected. y/n routledge was always the girl that seemed to have her shit together, and when she didn’t she made sure she broke down behind closed doors. 

for that moment, she had lost track of what was going on, along with the fact that there were people staring at her and the last person she wanted to hear any of this on the other side of the phone. she cursed under her breath, remembering that rafe was on the phone, and that kie, jj and pope were staring at the siblings that were just previously arguing.

though it didn’t mean much to anyone else, john b had froze the second she called him john. she hadn’t done that in years. it was always booker, or b, or JB, or quite realistically anything under the sun that wasn’t just ‘john’. 

“i uh, shit y/n, i didn’t know-”

“i know you didn’t know, booker.” she rolled her eyes and turned back around, taking a few steps towards the counter to grab her keys. “if i wanted you to know, i would’ve told you.”

“so you would’ve just gone off the deep end without saying anything? you would’ve drowned yourself in your shitty coping mechanisms?” 

she stood in front of the door, eyes shut gently as she held the still silent phone to her ear. she was breathing through her nose, but her chest was rising and falling heavily. 

“i’m fine, booker. don’t wait up.” she kicked the door open, letting it shut behind her on its own.

she made it all the way to her car before she let out a loud groan and looked at the phone, half wishing that he had hung up a long time ago, but of course he hadn’t. 

“sorry about that. guess that’s kind of a mood killer.” she mumbled softly into the phone, any thought of having sex completely wiped from her mind. 

“who said there had to be a mood?” she smiled softly, leaning her head back against the seat for a moment before turning on her car. 

“the usual spot?” 

it didn’t take long for her to get there, but she got there first, which was strange. it was a spot right along the line that separated the cut and figure eight. the drive was almost even for both of them, though rafe’s driving usually got him there almost ten minutes before y/n every time. 

it was strange, to be there before him, but it was slightly soothing to be there by herself for a moment. though, that moment didn’t last very long. soon after she had propped herself on the hood of her car, the area in front of her lit up from the headlights that pulled in next to her. 

she looked over her shoulder, smiling brightly at the boy that stepped out of the truck. he smiled brightly at her and held up a bag in one hand and a cup in the other. 

“what is that, cameron?” she pushed herself off of her hood and stood on the ground, watching the boy walk around his car to stand in front of her. 

“it’s a box of sugar cookies from that bakery you like over on figure eight, and a white mocha, because i figured you’d have a headache after screaming at your brother.” she rolled her eyes at his last comment, which made him laugh softly, though she soon came back to smiling widely at the boy. 

“you know, pretty boy, if i didn’t know any better i’d say you have a thing for a pogue.” he rolled his eyes, given that she always teased the kook king about falling for a pogue. 

“just take your cookies and kiss me.” she stood on her toes soon after, wrapping her arms around the boy’s neck and pressing her lips into his. 

both of them smiled against each other, though the kiss didn’t last as long as they wanted it to. y/n stood flat on her feet and thanked rafe before taking the cookies and the coffee from him. she shot him a confused look when he made a noise and ran back to his truck. 

he opened the passenger side door and leaned into the truck, moving things around before pulling back and shutting the door. he held up a hoodie that she used to joke about stealing all the time. 

she gasped softly, jumping softly in place at the sight, which made a laugh bubble from rafe’s throat. y/n put the bag and cup on the hood of her car, being careful to not knock the coffee over when she reached for the hoodie and pulled it over her head. 

the familiar scent washed over her and she hummed softly before wrapping her arms around rafe’s abdomen and buried her face in his chest. he laughed softly but wrapped his arms around her, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. 

“i’m sorry you got into a fight with your brother, and i’m really sorry about what the fight was about. i’m sorry if i’m driving a wedge between-”

“don’t even say it.” she whispered softly while shaking her head. “you’re not doing anything wrong, rafe. you’re the only thing that has kept me from spiraling.” she looked up at the boy, her chin pressed to his chest. 

“i’m just sorry you feel like that. i know you two used to be closer than anyone else on this entire island and this whole thing with your dad, i don’t know i wish i could help you.” she shook her head softly with a bright smile.

“you do help me.” she whispered softly, lifting herself onto her toes to press her lips against his. 

he moved his hands to hold either side of her face, holding her lips against his for a moment before letting her stand flat on her feet again. 

“let’s eat cookies.”

[insufferablelust]

The Artist And His Muse (vii)

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, BDSM Talk, Slight smut (thigh riding, denied orgasm), another build up heheh, lots of pet names, cute stuff too! its pretty tame just wait until you see the next chapter :)

I would also like to say that, some aspects of this story is not consistent with the actual series, i make some changes to fit the plot lines better. Full credit to the creators and directors of the series though.

MASTERLIST.

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To worship—as if he’s the prophet of our own religion, he’s the epitome of her own beating heart, affections are richer than gold, and pleasure is the Valhalla.

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“3 years, Princess.”

You’re fucked, Once again.

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Y/N’s plushy lips trembled displaying her bursting confusion. Her eyes trained to Spencer, the gaze was intense between the two— so intense that they could feel their very skin burned with desire—want, need.

She tried to recall, each night tracing back to the times she went to that godforsaken club just to let loose, just to feel someone taking control of her, just to let go. She tried so hard to see if he was in one of her flashing memories, refusing to believe that he knew so much about her, so deep within her that it almost feels like she could feel his very presence in her bloodstream just taunting her in the most pleasant way.

“Have you ever—“ Her voice cracked as she opened her mouth, dismissing every embarrassment and lust that crept up her spine, hugging her skin like a thick blanket.

“Ever tried to say hello to you? No. Ever tried to punch the guy you submitted to at the time? No. Ever tried to give you a collar and claim you then and there? No. But do i want to? More than anything, Y/N.” The dominance within his voice sent extreme chills to her core, she thought back to all the times she was with someone there,

Fantasia is the name of the club, an all members only exclusive BDSM club that Y/N was sure no one would know who she is or that she worked with FBI. The rules of the club are unique, All the Submissives were obligated to wear dresses and their member collar, the Dominants were to wear suits and hold their member pendant. If the Dominant and Submissive agreed on spending the night together or perhaps more— the pendant will be placed right in the center of the subs collar, so that everyone else knows that the sub is taken. Usually it only lasted for a night— for Y/N a week was her longest.

“W-Why didn’t you?” Her eyes searched for any kind of emotion behind his, but all she could find was the lust and desire— though she believed that hers would tell the same tale. Her breath hitched as he stand up from your seat and cup your jaw in his palm, the grip was strong and sure to which he then leaned down to whisper, “Because i knew if i said hello, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from keeping you all to myself forever. You drove me crazy, didn’t you know that pet?”

You gulped, eyes staring into him and confidently muttered, “You drove me crazy too. Wasn’t good was it? to see me get manhandled by another?” You raised an eyebrow, and hold onto his wrist tightly, you want to see him, see all the dominance that he has to offer— you craved it.

Sure enough, his hand went from a grip to a choke as he tightly wrapped them around your neck and making sure his fingertips pressed right against your beaming pulse. “Careful, Y/N. No girl of mine would behave this way.” He tuts, head shaking in disappointment which made you tremble a little and muttered “Sorry sir.” Underneath your breath “I want to be yours...” You trailed, biting your lips as you do so.

“And i want you to be mine, Princess. But we have to discuss lots of things. This is dangerous line we’re crossing, in every aspect possible.” It was like as if his eyes demanded you to obey and say yes to everything he said.

“Yes sir.”

“We have to be extra careful, and really pay attention to every single detail you hear me?” He gripped your chin, as you nodded, “We can’t tell anyone can we?” You bit your lip hard as your gaze moved down and sighed heavily, it’s not that you’re worried, it’s just that you want to be able to love him whenever wherever, be his at all times.

“No, not now at least. We’ll find a way to let Hotch know but with everything that’s going on, we have to take it slow.” He frowned as he sees the way your face fell, his thumb pried your lips open and push it in, “Listen to me, I love you, and i want us to be together— we’re together but we have to make some compromises in order for this to work, bunny.” You nodded your head as your eyes fluttered shut and mumble a small “i know, i love you too Spencer.”

Spencer smiled, his lips pressing a deep kiss on her forehead before drawing back, “Alright lets clean these up then we can go ahead and discuss limits okay?” He tugged his thumb out of your lips, muttering a small “pretty..” as he watched your lips tried to chase it. “Yeah, okay.” You leaned in and kiss his lips before you both went on to wash the dishes.

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“This is how it’s going to work Y/N, i believe you’re experienced enough to know these things right?” He spoke, voice heavy on the air as you two sat on the couch with you on one side and him on the other. His thighs parted, as he watched you intently, making sure to follow your every gesture and move, to see which ticked you.

“Yeah, um i mean i’m familiar with the basics.. although i’m still not sure where we’re standing here— l-like what’s our relationship?” He smiles gently at your soft tone, knowing how nervous you are, so he leaned in closer and pat his thighs. “lay your head on my lap, Y/N.”

“Is that an order, sir?” You nervously giggled, trying to lighten up the mood. Spencer’s eyebrow twitched as he sighed heavily and quickly reach back to tug on your hair pulling your head backwards, pressing a small kiss below your ear before whispering with a chuckle, “I’m glad you’re having fun now, but after we have our rules— you’d wish you never ran your pretty mouth again.” His mocking tone caused you to breathe heavily and let a whine slip through your lips.

“I-“ The only gesture he made was patting on his lap on more time before you complied and rest your cheeks against the harsh material of his pants before looking up to see him with an amused smile, whispering a soft “Good girl.” That mase you squirmed on his lap.

“We don’t have to put labels on it Y/N..” He trailed as he smiled down at you with his fingers on your hair, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.” He whispered it this time, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment as you did the same, feeling the overwhelming warmth seeped through your skin.

“I know, i love you..” You reached his hand, then placing a lingering kiss on his palm which he replied with a smile and whisper of ‘i love you too.’ before intertwining your fingers together.

“Now as for this, you’ll tell me your hard limits, and then we’ll move on to soft ones. But first we need to establish a safe word, angel.” He muses, wetting his lips as you rake through your brain, “trooper” You chuckled and he laughed.

“You’re such a star wars nerd aren’t you?” He shook his head as you pouted up at him cutely and shrugged “as if you aren’t with your dr who and star trek stuff” you huffed which he chuckled at,

“alright alright, now go on tell me your limits princess.”

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As soon as you’re finished writing your list, you handed them over to Spencer with blushing cheeks and warmth spreading over your belly—the way he read it intently, skimming over each word is enough to give you orgasmic type of feeling.

“You sure you want to put, wax play to your hard limits?” He asked softly, letting her know that he has no intention of shaming or judging her causing you to blush slightly, and nuzzle your nose on his thighs.

“I just—“ You were about to reply before you feel a strong grip on your hair, pulling them back with enough force that it made your core even more drippy and your scalp ached.

“If you are to be mine, you’ll answer each question as you look at me. Is that clear?” The hand that wasn’t on your hair, held the paper tightly, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir.” Your answers were timid as you pulled away and cleared your throat,

“I tried it before.. and i’m into it but i just don’t like how it feels after, i love the marks but it doesn’t feel as good on my skin. I guess it’s not a super hard limit more leaning towards the soft, and i’m okay to try it some times but maybe give me a warning first?” Your eyes blinked rapidly, as you feel the bile on your throat pushing up in a response of nervousness.

Spencer chuckled as he leaned in to cup your cheeks, “You’re so cute, it’s hard for me not to take you right here. But yes, i’m okay with that plus i could mark you up just fine.” There was a teasing glint on his eyes before he went back to read the list, normally it would’ve taken him seconds but he wanted to savor and make mental notes inside his head.

“We pretty much have the same limits, bunny. You also put vanilla as a part of your list of preferences so we’ll do some of that too okay?” His gentle tone made you blush even harder as you nodded slightly and respond with a small “Yes sir, thank you.”

“Is there any name you don’t wanna be called with? Name calling is a big part of degradation, although not always— in fact i could make you turn into a pathetic whimpering mess without even saying a word.” He muses, enjoying the way you squirmed harder on the couch as you shook your head quickly,

“I’m okay with... any names you deemed fit.” You murmured, earning a soft hum from him before you continued, “S-Sir..”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Could you maybe um— try it?”

“Making a mess out of you without saying anything..?”

“Yes sir..”

As if you’ve said the magic word, his thighs buckled upwards, grinding against your heat as his thumb brush over your clothed nipples and his breath hit your neck, kissing over the marked skin gently, making you let out choked out moans and mewls when he wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Oh look at you, practically humping my thigh like a desperate mindless little girl that you are. Maybe you’ll learn not to run your mouth next time, isn’t that right baby?” He tightened the grip on your neck as he laughed condescendingly, “I asked you a question.” He released his hand from your neck letting them toying against both of your nipples now,

“Y-Yes! yes please sir..” You were a whimpering mess as you keep on grinding your core against his clothed thigh feeling yourself getting close to your climax

“Ah.. pretty baby wants to come doesn’t she?” Just as you were about to ask, you heard his phone ring causing you both to groan,

“Looks like i got a case baby, we’ll finish this later hm?”

“But- But!”

“Shh, be good and go to your scheduled appointment today. I’ll see you when i get back. I love you, and i’ll text you as many times as i can.”

And with a final kiss on the lips, and forehead he was gone, leaving you wet and needy on your couch. Fine, if he wanted to play that way,

he’ll definitely hate the bratty version of you.

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[petri808]

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Inukag Royalty AU

If the day was an example of the life, she’d lead here, then she was certainly grateful to have found it. But while she’d swore to herself not to reveal where’d she’d gone, the guilt of leaving Sango in the dark wore too heavily on her conscience. So, before she’d change her mind, Kagome penned a letter to her friend to let her know she was okay and settled into a new place. She didn’t provide a lot of details, just that it was in a neighboring kingdom with a respectable family, ending the letter by begging the woman to not say a word to anyone for fear of reprisal. Kagome would rather Sango flee than suffer for her wayward decision. Perhaps Sango could come here? Kagome sighed as she laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It would be nice to have her friend around.

She processed how much of a whirlwind of a day it had been. Such a blur to go from arriving in a strange new city and ending up as a part of another royal household. Is it just her destiny to be stuck in a castle? At least, this time the pressure felt lower. Sure, it was a bit nerve wracking to be a Princesses Lady in Waiting, but Rin was an adorable child to attend to and the family a joy to be around, minus Sesshomaru who still made her anxious. The royal family, oh the queen was quite a beauty. Kagome could see why the Inutaisho would fall such a wonderful woman regardless of heritage. And their son… her heart skipped a beat just thinking about the man. Inuyasha was very handsome indeed with his broad chest and long white hair tied up like his father, with adorable fluffy ears perched atop his head. Kagome swooned at the sight of his flashing golden eyes. He was cordial with her, albeit a bit flirty… or not, that might have been her imagination. “It was just a kiss on the hand,” Kagome chided herself. Nothing more than a gentlemanly gesture. She exhaled and closed her eyes. ‘I think I’m gonna like it here…’

Meanwhile in another part of the castle…

“Son, remember you are already spoken for,” the Queen counseled. “I was young once and I’m not blind. I saw the way you were looking at her.”

“Mom. I was just being nice,” Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “I’m not gonna do anything to jeopardize the treaty.”

“I trust you won’t.” She kissed his forehead. “Good night son.”

“Night mom.”

But as he watched his mother leave the room, Inuyasha knew it might be easier said than done. There was just something intriguing about this Lady in Waiting that made him want to learn more about her. The others had been older, boring, matronly, and not very interesting whereas Kagome was close to his age and not only very, very beautiful, but based on the dinner conversations intelligent too. The other attendants would sit quietly only watching Rin, but she engaged with them correctly as if this were normal for her. ‘How odd…’He mused and threw himself back onto his bed. But who was he kidding? Even if he wasn’t betrothed, as a Prince he had to marry a Princess… which Kagome Tanaka was not. He smiled and closed his eyes, ‘we could still be friends though…’

The following morning after breakfast, Kagome kept her promise to Rin to visit Buyo. She wanted to make sure her horse was adjusting well to the new stable, and the child was eager to meet him. Rin happily petted and groomed the horse while Kagome chatted with the stable hand about anything the man should know about Buyo’s quirks. Buyo was a docile horse since it was bred to carry a royal, but it could be picky about certain feeds. They were there for about half an hour when they were interrupted by none other, but Inuyasha and another man.

“We meet again,” Inuyasha kissed Kagome’s hand with a smile. He then ruffled his giggling niece’s hair. “This your horse?” He questioned the woman.

Keeping her emotions in check, Kagome smiled demurely. “Yes, your highness. His name is Buyo.”

“Beautiful steed…” Inuyasha ran a hand over the horse’s neck. “Like it’s owner.”

Kagome flushed bright red, but now the man accompanying Inuyasha snorted a laugh, gaining everyone’s attention.

“You hush Miroku,” Inuyasha growled.

“Sorry, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you flirt before,” the man jested back.

“I’m complimenting the woman, is that a crime?!”

Ignoring the Prince, the man then stepped towards Kagome and bowed. “Where are my manners. My name is Miroku and I am the princes first guard.”

“Kagome Tanaka,” she bowed as well. “Princess Rin’s Lady in Waiting.”

Miroku took hold of Kagome’s hand and leaned in with a devious grin. “Someone as lovely as you should be my wife, not dealing with guys like the prince.”

“W-What?!” Kagome sputtered out in shock.

Inuyasha quickly grabbed Miroku by the shoulder, spun him around and shoved away hard. He then snapped at the man to get their horses ready so they could leave. “My apologies for this idiot,” he growled at his friend while addressing Kagome. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”

“I-It’s okay!” Kagome waved her hands to wipe the air clear not wanting to cause any trouble. “I was just caught me off guard.”

“It’s not okay. He needs to learn to keep his loins in check,” Inuyasha grumbled. There was a brief awkward silence starting to brew, so he quickly changed the subject. “I’ll see you at dinner?”

“Oh, um, yes, I’ll be there your highness.”

“I look forward to it. And please, call me Inuyasha. Your highness makes me feel old.”

Kagome blushed at being so informal, but who was she to refuse the simple request of a Prince. “Okay. Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha tipped his head to the woman and leapt onto his readied horse, giving it a good snap of the reigns to usher it forward behind Miroku’s. As soon as they were out of range, he moved to trot beside his guard.

“You’re such an ass!” The prince snapped at his friend. Embarrassing me like that! I ought’a have you reprimanded!”

“Oh please,” Miroku rolled his eyes at the tirade. “I did that to confirm my suspicion.”

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You like this one,” the man jested with a big grin on his face. “And I don’t blame ya, she cute!”

“Keep your hands off her if you wanna keep them!”

“Oh, yeah,” Miroku burst out laughing. “You do like her.”

“Keh! Rin really like Kagome. So, I’m protecting my niece’s happiness.”

“Uh-huh, tell yourself that if it makes you feel better.”

“Just shut up and let’s get this over with,” Inuyasha ended the conversation. They had a problem nobleman to deal with in the next village over and he wanted to get back in time for dinner.

It’s not like Inuyasha planned to do anything wrong. What was the big deal about being nice and making a friend out of the Kagome? He didn’t have that many people to talk to aside from palace staff anyway. So okay, as the days passed, sometimes he would watch from a distance as the woman tutored his niece to make sure they were safe. Isn’t that what a good uncle would do? Inuyasha liked seeing Rin so happy and this was the first attendant who she honestly got along with it. The child was always smiling with Kagome who would tutor the girl with such a level of patience and understanding the others never possessed. And at many a dinner, the child would talk about the new things she was learning. Inuyasha could see the effects growing on his parents too who were treating Kagome less like a servant and more like the daughter they never had. From dresses and accoutrements fit for a noblewoman, Kagome was made up to look like a member of the family. He didn’t know if it was simply to make sure the woman stuck around long term or if there were other reasons for their behavior because it didn’t matter to him.

A few weeks later, Inuyasha was arriving home late in the evening after a day’s journey. He was tired from the trip and ready to crash. But as he walked past the library, he noticed a bit of light still on inside it. That was odd because the servants would never leave a torch or lantern burning at this hour, especially in the library with all those precious tomes.

“Hello?” He called out. “Is someone in here?” He heard a shuffling sound and walked towards it, finding Kagome sitting in a chair with a book on her lap surprised to see him. “Oh, hello Ms. Tanaka. You’re up late.”

“Sorry,” the woman apologized. “Did I disturb you?” She asked worried that she shouldn’t be there.

“No, no,” he gestured with a wave of his hand. “I was just surprised to see anyone up.”

“Oh,” Kagome flushed. “I um, couldn’t really sleep, so I came in here to read.”

Inuyasha walked closer, looking at the book. “What ya reading?”

“It appears to be a history book about this kingdom. I thought I should learn more about it since I’m here.”

He sat down on a chair across from Kagome. “I see,” he chuckled, “then you’ll probably learn more than I know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Studying and reading was never my thing,” the prince shrugged. “It drove my mom and tutors crazy.”

“Oh,” Kagome giggled, with her hand covering her mouth in gentile fashion. She pushed the book next to her lap on the chair. “So, how was your trip?”

Inuyasha slouched down. “Tiring. Dealing with nobles are either boring or just irritating.”

She laughed again. “I understand.”

“You can?” His brow raised.

Realizing she’d spontaneously made such a statement, Kagome back pedaled. “I mean I can assume it’s not fun. Doesn’t seem like fun.”

“You’re really strange for a commoner you know, especially a female.”

“I-I’m not sure what you mean.”

“It’s just unusual. You don’t talk and act like any that I know. Which isn’t much, but when you speak it’s just different, like take when you talk with my parents, you can hold a proper conversation with them as if you’ve done it before.”

“I, well, I mean it’s probably my mom’s influence. She was around nobles a lot and raised me to reach for higher standards I guess.” Kagome’s voice softened as her anxieties rose. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

Inuyasha sat up and leaned forward with a soft smile. “On the contrary. It makes you a lot more… intriguing.”

Just the glint in Inuyasha’s eyes, made Kagome’s cheeks heat up. There was intent behind them that made her heart race and body weaken. ‘Pull yourself together girl!’ She swallowed slowly. “A-A good intrigued?”

“A good intrigued. I don’t have a lot of people to talk to here. Servants aren’t generally educated or interesting. Bureaucrats bore me. Miroku I swear all he thinks about is sex. But you remind me a lot of my mother, a combination of beauty and intelligence with a big heart. My niece was lucky to have found you that day in the marketplace.”

If Kagome’s cheeks burned any hotter, she’d look like a tomato from his compliments. “I do adore Rin,” she smiled genuinely. “She’s a bright child that reminds me of me when I was her age. When I’d set out into the world on my own, I never would have imagined ending up like this.”

“It was quite the shock when my brother adopted her,” Inuyasha chuckled. “I’m sure you probably thought the same thing, cause he’s not exactly friendly and yet that girl was able to pull some humanity out that frankly I didn’t believe existed. Rin has a gift for gauging people in a way an adult could spend a lifetime trying to achieve.”

“You really love your niece.”

Again, Inuyasha laughed. “Ask her how grumpy I was when she first arrived.” But a sudden yawn cut him off. “Wow, I really am tired. I guess I should get to bed.”

“I probably should too,” Kagome agreed, or she’d have a hard time waking up for Rin in the morning.

Inuyasha stood up to leave, then hesitated. He walked up to the woman and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Good night, Ms. Tanaka,” he smiled and turned to leave.

“G-Good night, Inuyasha,” she stammered out as her hand reached up unconsciously to touch the spot he’d kissed. ‘Oh… my…’ it tingled against her fingertips. “Um, Inuyasha?”

He stopped and turned his head. “Yes?”

“Please,” her voice full of nervous hopeful energy, “you can call me Kagome.”

Inuyasha’s eyes widened with surprise, but a smile instantly overtook him. “Very well… Kagome. Pleasant dreams.”

Once he was out of view, Kagome buried her face in her hands. What was she thinking?! Though to be fair he started it by being so flirty! ‘It’s just my name!’ Informal, but not world ending. She bundled the book up close, put out the lantern, and rushed back to her room. ‘Get your head together!’ It would be stupid to read too much into this. He was betrothed and just being nice, nothing more. But if only… ‘argh!’ Now she really didn’t think she’d sleep that night!

[minimitchell]

callumhighwayweek day 6 - “I’m glad I met you.” (ao3 link)

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“Ben, can you please sit down? You’re making me nervous.”

Callum watches Ben heave out a heavy breath, letting himself fall into the chair next to him. The seats they’re in are incredibly uncomfortable and sitting in them for longer periods of time makes his butt go all numb so he could use a walkabout himself, but he also doesn’t want Ben to get even more nervous than they both already are.

They’ve been here for hours now. So long that Callum has memorized every single little detail of the room by now. He can point out every crack in the walls, every pamphlet that’s a little too crooked in the display case on the far wall, can tell you all about the way the big clock’s minute hand stops right before the twelve and then has to rush to catch up again.

The baby pink of the walls around them doesn’t prove to be quite as soothing as he thinks the NHS would’ve hoped it would be, and as soon as Ben’s back in his seat, he starts shaking his leg up and down in nervous anticipation.

When they first got here nearly four hours ago, they had thought it wouldn’t be a long wait. After an hour with no new developments, Callum got up to get them both some coffee, what with it nearing one in the morning at that point. It tasted like shit but at least they felt marginally more awake afterwards.

It’s more the nerves keeping them awake anyways. The uncertainty is hard to wade through and now, after three more hours of complete standstill, Ben’s nerves are completely fried. To an outsider Callum is probably looking much calmer than Ben is but that really isn’t the case at all. He keeps wringing his hands together, twisting and turning the white gold band sitting on his left ring finger.

At first, they kept having to send texts to the few family members that decided to stay up with them. But as the clock passed two in the morning, Ben told his mum to go to bed with the promise that they’d call if they had any news.

Callum is beginning to think they could still be hours away from that though.

“God, I hate waiting. Not knowing what’s happening, it’s driving me insane.”

Callum reaches over to lay one of his hands on Ben’s knee, stilling the bouncing with one well-placed touch. He’s so incredibly thankful he’s had Ben next to him these last few months but right now his husband does nothing to calm Callum’s own nerves.

He’d even go as far as saying he wouldn’t have made it without him but he knows the same goes for Ben. Thank god they had each other through it all; always alternating between who’s the nervous one and who’s calming the other.

“I know, babe. You’re the most impatient person I know. And that includes Lexi.”

It’s definitely true. Ben’s never been good at the whole patience and waiting on things aspect of life but it’s not like they were able to speed things up with this whether they wanted to or not; bound to a mixture of science and nature from start to finish.

He’s gotten better over the years though. Callum likes to think him and Lexi have done wonders in smoothing out many of Ben’s rougher edges and he’s definitely better than he was years ago when they met - in almost every aspect of his life.

As is Callum, needless to say.

“At least we know she’s alright. They’d tell us if something was wrong, right?”

“Of course they would.”

Callum didn’t think he’d be this nervous when the time finally came but the second they got the phone call last night he’d started panicking. They might’ve had over six months to actively prepare for this moment but now that it’s actually happening, it’s even scarier than Callum ever imagined it would be.

Because this is about his baby, their baby, being born a few rooms away from here.

They had started talking about it a little after getting married and moving into their own place. Callum loves the little family of three they had before they decided to have another kid, but he couldn’t stop the wish of his own child with Ben slowly brewing in his chest. It kept festering until he just blurted it out one day at lunch, much to Ben’s surprise.

After that, it was mostly about figuring out if they can afford it, about what their options are and whether they feel ready to have a baby. It wasn’t an easy journey but now, over one and a half years later, they’re finally here; finally about to meet their little girl.

Ben tangles their fingers together on his thigh, squeezing Callum’s hand in his. It’s his own personal way of letting Callum know he needs him right now, so he pulls Ben into his chest, letting him tuck his head under Callum’s chin. His free hand comes to rest on Callum’s stomach, gripping the hoodie he’s thrown on before they drove to the hospital.

“Bit mad, innit. That we got here, how we got here.”

It brings a smile to his lips, because it really is a bit mad. How they went from being at each other’s throat to happily married. How Callum went from being so deeply closeted to expecting a baby with his husband. It’s crazy to think how much his life has changed since he moved to Walford - and that’s mostly down to the man right next to him.

“Hm. I wouldn’t have believed it when we first kissed.”

Internalized homophobia and denial aside, Callum doesn’t think he would’ve ever thought Ben Mitchell was the type to settle down and get married. And Callum wouldn’t have thought he would settle down with Ben either, not at that time at least, but here they both are. Ben likes to call it a happy coincidence but to Callum it’s nothing less than fate.

“Some night that was, eh.”

“First night I felt really free.”

Ben shifts under him, turning his head so he can look up into Callum’s eyes, face soft and eyes gentle as he regards Callum. They’ve talked a lot about that night during the course of their relationship. About what it meant for them respectively, how it basically kickstarted Callum’s coming out, how it was the start of Ben slowly falling for him.

They don’t need to hash it out again but it’s always nice to remember how much that night meant to both of them; how much it still means even after years of making memories together.

“You freed me too. Saved me from myself, didn’t you.”

Ben’s finger keeps running over the cold metal of Callum’s ring, gliding from left to right and back again. Callum has noticed him doing that a lot, when they’re laying in bed at night or lounging on the couch in front of the TV, their hands tangled together and fingers dancing over each other’s skin almost absentmindedly.

The meaning behind the gesture makes him emotional every time he sees Ben doing it. It almost feels like Ben does it to remind himself that this is real; that they’re joined for life because they truly love each other.

Suddenly, it becomes the most important thing to let Ben know he does.

“Love you.”

Ben’s expression softens even further, leaning up a little to press a soft, chaste kiss to Callum’s lips. Callum runs his forefinger over the soft skin of Ben’s throat and up his chin, dropping his hand again when Ben leans back down.

It still knocks Callum for six to know that Ben is his; that he gets to share his life with this man, have a family with him and make him happy every single day of their life. He’s been supportive of every choice Callum makes and it hasn’t been any different with this.

There were a lot of nights sleep hadn’t found Callum because he was too busy worrying about being a dad to a newborn baby. He hadn’t come into Lexi’s life until she was already her own little person, how could they be sure he won’t mess their kid up. Ben had heard him out each and every time though, had reassured him that he was a natural dad and promised him they would figure this all out together.

It’s only because of Ben he feels ready to be here.

Ready to finally hold his baby girl in his arms.

“You can take a quick nap if you want. I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

As if on cue, a tired yawn claws itself out of Ben’s mouth and he drops his head back down onto Callum’s chest, nose buried in the soft, grey fabric of Callum’s hoodie. It’s past four o’clock now and they haven’t slept a bit since getting up for work yesterday morning, but he also knows that Ben is as stubborn as ever and there’s no way he’ll go to sleep now - not when they’re waiting with bated breath for their baby.

“Don’t wanna. Just wanna see our baby. I wanna know if she has your cute nose and your pretty dimples. God, I hope she has your eyes.”

“I hope she has yours. Hopefully your ears as well.”

Their laughter is barely audible in the waiting room, just soft huffs shared in the little space between them. They didn’t want to know who the biological father is going to be; it didn’t matter to them. Besides, speculating is too much fun anyway. And really, as long as their baby is happy and healthy, it doesn’t matter to them.

“I’m glad I met you. I’m glad we can sit here today, even if we’re both dead tired, and wait for our baby to be born. Glad we got here in the end.”

He can feel Ben press a kiss to his chest, squeezing the hands still linked together on Ben’s thigh to let Callum know he feels the same way. They don’t need words, they never did.

“Mr. and Mr. Mitchell?”

They look over at the nurse at the same time, Ben’s head darting up from Callum’s chest and straightening his back. The woman has a kind smile on her face and just seeing her after the many hours of waiting they’ve done already, calms something in Callum’s stomach.

“Yeah?”

“Are you ready to meet your new baby?”

The big smile on her face must be mirrored on both his and Ben’s as well and she waits for them to get up from their seats before she beckons them to follow her down the corridor. Callum sees Ben blow out a deep breath beside him and he reaches his hand back out to him, smiling when their hands clasp back together like two magnets finding one another.

He can feel his heart hammering inside his chest, the nervousness coming back to him full force all of a sudden, but he knows it’s going to be alright as long as Ben is by his side.

It always is.

[selinakidreams]

Ship your moots!!!

👁y’all done it now, I was WAITING for this one OO I’m gonna spoil my moots SO bad ! I love you guys 👁

this is gonna be long I’m so sorry

@keishinslove - carter,,,, I love you and I love you w me mister keishin ukai- NOT just because that’s your ✨mans✨ but because I fuckin see it with my eyes. mister man is out here smoking a cig while he waits for you to get off of work. everyone is out here looking at him like “who dat b he’s sexy” and then you walk out and he drops the smoke on the floor, steps on it, and smiles as you make eye contact. You smile too, finally allowing exhaustion take over as you slump in the welcoming hug he pulls you into. He’s like, “I know baby, let’s go home and I can make us some ramen and tea.” The rest of the night is full of terribly sung songs, heavy MAKEOUT sessions (maybe more) and feathered touches along your skin. He’ll take good care of you (in every means) and that’s all I want for you <3

@alto-march-of-death al I ship you with tsukki- now let me tell you why. I see you with someone who’s very reserved with who they show their emotions to,, now because you deal with youngsters,,,,,,,,, that’s a lot of energy put towards you all at once. Tall blond dino dude will be there for you but in ways that make you feel special and the lack of energy he shows is almost calming to you. like like I just see on a day where zoom has been a bit too much and parents were DUMb- you slink over to your couch- after class is over- to find tsukki there, watching animal planet, and bam you plop down and curl up in his side- no words needed. His eyes don’t leave the screen but a long fingered hand lands on your thigh, his thumb doing that thing that makes butterflies flutter in your rib cage. It’s peaceful. Nice.

@kmorgzz ENERGY. POSITIVITY. COMPASSION. All things you and hinata share <3 OOOOOO KAR YOURE ALWAYS THE SWEETEST AND LET ME TELL YOU !!!! YOU DESERVE THAT SAME SWEETNESS. sorry I’m yelling but hear me out !!! You guys are always doing SOMETHING. he’s restless and you take on the energy he gives off. You guys tend to do stuff that you wanna do because whatever you want, he wants !! Normally, it’s outside (cause he’s the sun and he makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine !!) ; could be walks that lead into picnics or something super sweet!! Always wants to make sure you’re smiling !!!!!! ALWAYS. oh also he’s such a big himbo that he just—— yk what I’m gonna shut my trap just,, oh MAN he just loves you SO much and will never run out of ways to show you

@introloves Jax... FR fr I ship you and bokuto SO hard. like this man is and deserves sunshine— that is exactly what you are. TWO SUNSHINE BEINGS. I just SEE it. wholly. he’s just so open to everything and anything !!! Sometimes a bit.. daft... but you definitely talk him through things and he heavily appreciates that & everything you do for him. you know what,, y’all would soak in lavender baths together. Your back against his front, your eyes closed and body relaxed in the warm water; the sent of lavender following the steam that rises from the bath. He likes to play with your soft hair and whisper about how much he loves you and how you are one of the best people in his life. How did he ever get so lucky?

@novvabeam jackieeee,,, miss ma’am.. I ship you with daichi. lemme explain. This man is like a horse- not many can ride him but for those who do, it’s a lifelong partnership. Dude is so !! Into you it’s CRAZY. He is obsessed with how soft and kind you are one minute, and the next his head is spinning by how powerful and strong you can be. Mad respect™️. First date (idea suggested by you) was at this really cute local ice cream shop where you two bonded over how absolutely different your flavors were. I see it.

@pinkoushi ellen + Suga; clear as day. soft cuddles and every day fikas. very chaotic neutral energy but constant attention and praise is given. (Me trying not to make something based off my memories in Sweden but is gonna do it anyways) like I could see him being so excited to move to Sweden for the education system lowkey- but before he started the school year, you just wanted to take him around the country and visit all the “popular places” before settling down. Lots and lots of train rides. you would be sitting across from each other- you’re semi asleep, head pressed against the window and he’s just watching as the fleeting golden light hits you, making you all glowy. he feels so warm, so content.

@chaotickatts katts ;) I hear sakusa is calling your name. loud and clear. man puts up with NO bullshit and neither do you. Your communication skills are off the charts; calm cool, collected- that’s you two. But I also think that you add a lot more fun in his life- like he loves every second with you- he shows that he appreciates it in your guys’ shared love language, more often than not. And he adds this grounding element to your relationship that makes you feel capable of anything- and you make sure to tell him every day. I hc that people call you the parents of the group. Your guys’ bathroom is very clean, well organized, and used quite often. he loves seeing you in his jersey when you’re brushing your teeth, on your way to heading to bed, makes him feel all fuzzy,, a feeling that was quite foreign to him until you came along.

@spikesbimbo valentine... is that even a question- Aran. duh. Pretty lady, both of you are CRAZY for each other except he shows you in little ways (in public) that make your heart spin. You know those pictures of Vanessa hudgens and Austin butler?? the one where she’s twirling around and he’s just smiling? that’s the vibe I get in the relationship; you’re fun, loud, and outwardly fun while he’s just happy to be in your presence!! you make him laugh... a lot. It’s really refreshing to most of his friends. You and you’re cute goofy ass are just so important to him. I see it now- you guys are shopping at an outdoor mall, drinks in your hand and he’s carrying most of your guys’ purchases in one hand while the other is being swung by you. You’ve got big doe eyes as you look at every store, until you turn around, and flash him the biggest smile. “Want some? I’m almost out!” You’d say as you thrust him the drink. He’ll smile, a flash of pearly whites greeted you as he nodded and said a small “yeah,” before wrapping his lips around the straw.

@hajimeshon-ee menace, baby. it’s obviously gonna be iwa for you. big beefy to help you fight people who are being assholes. those same beefy arms that pull you in from behind- your back against his front. LOTS OF FUCKING FOREHEAD KISSES. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOURE POUTING TO HIM. sorry I don’t make the rules. He honestly thinks you’re the cutest thing, your fire matches his and sometimes actually stumps him to where he has no retorts. He likes to help you with your work sometimes, like when he sees it’s a bit too overwhelming for you, he’ll wordlessly sit down and take some of the papers that have been scattered across the table. Later you take the time to show him how grateful you are, wether it’s through a night where he gets to choose what both of you will watch or.. other things... he’ll appreciate every single second.

@kuroosusagichan meeeellll <3 business man kuroo is summoning you on his lap, he can’t focus unless you’re with him!! Oh GOD the dynamic Between you two makes me lightheaded!! Okay so idk is this is obvious but like dude has a size kink- not just sexually though. It’s like a cute AND sexy thing for him. Dude just loves how tiny and soft you are. But don’t get it twisted, he’s not completely fooled by your innocent act- you’re a clever little minx sometimes, but most of the time youre just the sweetest person. You’re like the angel that holds him back from being an asshole. He likes himself better when you’re around. Oh but he’ll also call you chibi-chan. Period. OH YEA! loves it when you show up to his place of work- no matter how swamped he is, he’ll always make time for his little sweetheart. You like to visit when you saw he was visibly stressed in the mornings, you bring him little things taht make him smile like his favorite iced tea or your a sweet lil cookie. He’ll make you stay with him for the rest of the day, doing your own separate things but also being in each other’s company relaxes the both of you.

@scorpiomoonslutt hey bitch, you needy lil whore <3 it’s gotta be Ushijima for me. Your size kink is just.................... thrown in his face and my god he’s living. You make him realize things he didn’t even think were possible- but anything is possible with you, apparently. The way his eyes go WIDE when he hears you SNAP at people. He had no idea that someone so small.. could shut someone up that fast... especially when it’s someone almost twice her size. He actually doesn’t even know how to react when the other person leaves, there’s wayyyy too many things going on in his head. He’s proud, impressed, turned on, curious, but most of all- speechless. He kinda... wants to see you do that again.

@dymphnasprose dymphna !! kyoutani!!! It just makes sense!! big angri boy needs parts on the head from a saint, such as yourself. He knows you’re not looking to fix him- which is why he allowed himself to open up to you. You love him just the way he is and it almost drove him a lil nuts. I could see the breaking point now- just before you two would get together. He would be yelling at you, screaming things like “how could you possibly like me ?” At first he wouldn’t let you get close to him but after several steps that never budged when he neared you, he gradually let you touch his heated skin. He was breathing heavy, trying to put together how someone so wonderful could be interested in someone who was so angry. I just feel that you would cup his face and whisper, “I like you because you’re you- it doesn’t matter who I am in comparison to you. I like you, taro.” There would be no need for gushy details, that alone opened a small part of his heart to love- throughout the years, the opening continued to grow and grow. He would be someone who just!! Loves you!!! And hates the rest of the world <3 idk I just love it jdbsjnd

[cosmiccandydreamer]

Stability Chapter 8

Otis Driftwood x Reader

( I don't own these gifs)

"Hey boss.. the guys are here"

"Alright send them on in"

" Well it's about time you showed up I haven't got all day you know I called you yesterday, anyways here's the list of names I need you to run down for me."

Sheriff Wydell was speaking to Rondo and Billy Ray Snapper. Two questionable characters that one could call a bounty hunter for just someone who likes to walk the line between upstanding citizen and criminal organization. Wydell had hesitated on calling these two considering the fact that they weren't the greatest people but if anyone knew how a criminal thought and acted it was these two.

He handed Rondo the list, he looked over it and pointed at Spalding's name "That's a funny-ass name! Spaulding what the fuck."Sheriff John Wydell sighed "Yeah, look who's fucking talking, *Rondo*. Just tell me if anything connects." "I'm sure it will. Shit always floats our way, don't it? Chief." Billy Ray Snapper replied

Sheriff Wydell rubbed his eyes" You keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you'd catch it all. Don't fuck this up assholes."

Rondo scoffed" yeah well I heard about that chick who got blown up by that semi truck outside of the motel, have fun scraping all their brains up off the road."

"Hey this one's kind of cute" Billy said pointing to a photo of you. "You sure she's one of them? She looks like she'd be one of their victims".

"Yeah I'm sure as shit, She may look like she's soft and innocent but believe me she's just as ruthless as the rest of them I believe that's why the one called Otis calls her Kitty, but her real name is Y/N, You happen to run into her, watch out because anyone who I suspect willingly joins this family can't be right in the head. Unless she's got the worst case of Stockholm syndrome I've ever seen." Wydell adjusted his belt and stood up. "Just hurry up and get it done" he said and walked out.

"I can't believe you're finally moving in! I already felt like you were one of my kids and it's finally official." It was moving in day for you at the Firefly home. Mama was overwhelmed with joy about having another daughter. She loved you as one of her own, you were over almost all the time to her and Baby's delight and well Otis of course ( not that he would show it). "Would ya let her go you're gonna smash her ribs" Otis said crossing his arms and staring at the both of you. "Oh hush now boy, Where's tiny? TINY COME GRAB Y/N BAGS."

Mama turned and shouted to the large gentleman who slumped over as fast as he could." Oh tiny you don't have to do that" you started to protest but mama cut you off. " Nonsense! A lady shouldn't carry those heavy bags now, come on, let's see where your room will be!"

" She's staying in my room…." Otis said with a matter of fact drag to his voice. "No she should stay with me!!" Baby replied, skipping over to you and throwing her arms around you. "It will be a sleep over everyday!". " I said she's staying in my room and that is that!. Otis said with more frustration to his voice now. " Fine fine fine" Baby huffed "always so grumpy, anyways" she tightened her arms around you. "When do you think you'll want to see the basement….." she lightly skipped up and down " now that you live here you gotta see it." " Um I guess now" you said with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You knew what the family did for the most part and who lived in the basement but to actually see it was another thing.

Otis stepped up to you, towering over you in an intimidating yet arousing way. "If you ain't ready darlin you don't gotta go today, just eventually you do. As part of the family it's important you know all that goes on and that the doctor meets you..". " You don't have to be afraid!!!!" Baby chirped up, " we will go with you!!". You looked back to Otis " you both will go with me?". He leaned even closer and wrapped his arms around your waist.."I would never make you do that alone what kinda man would I be?You stepped on your tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips. " I'm ready to face anything else as long as you're with me". You took his hand and looked back toward Baby "let's go see the Dr.".

The trip to the basement actually went way better than you expected. Baby skipped ahead and pointed out different details narrating the entirety of the trip. Otis and you held back as you took in the scenery, he held your hand the entire time, scanning your face for any signs you were uneasy.

"Charlie ain't a bad guy he's just built a little funny but he means well we got ourselves into some sticky situations back in the day and he always had my back" " look nothing you can say can make me trust this fucker and for the record… I STILL DON'T LIKE THIS IDEA". Otis and Spaulding's disagreement didn't cease as they drove up to Charlie's funtown. Baby sighed loudly " I can't fucking wait until y/n is back with us, Otis is so much less of a dick when she's around. She's like his dimmer switch. Without her he's just blasting his shit in everyone's face". " Shut up and fuck both of you" Otis muttered pulling up now to the main building.

The van came to a rumbling hault. Drawing the attention of the people inside. Turning off the van the trip was greeted with the man himself and two ladies. "Well we'll if it isn't my brother Cutter! Hands in the fucking air!" Charlie shouted, pulling out a large gun at the trio. Baby looked at her father in disbelief "What the fuck is this shit?".

Otis angrily threw his hands in the air,"you bring us all the way out here and this prick pulls a gun on us? Nice fuckin' plan, daisy!"

Spaulding to Otis and then to his daughter giving them a reassuring look "Just do it! He's a crazy, pig-fuckin'..."

Charlie scoffed walking closer with the gun "what you call me?"Spaulding's bold nature took over and he walked even closer to the gun and Charlie "Well if you'd give me a chance, I was gonna call you a crazy, pig-fuckin', dumbass, pussy piece of shit!"

Otis grit his teeth together "I know what I know and I know I don't like this fucker! Remember I said that fuck this is stupid! WE SHOULDN'T COME HERE AND.." * spray* A large gust of water shot out of the gun which was revealed to be fake. "Got cha!!!!" Charlie laughed looking back toward the girls cracking up. Baby and Spaulding dropped their hands, joining in on the laughter. Otis however was not amused, Baby shoved him a little "oh lighten up".

Charlie and Spaulding's laughter filled the atmosphere. They both embraced and cracked up at the event that just occurred. "That was funny THAT WAS FUNNY, oh hey do you remember Baby my daughter?" He pointed to her behind him as she jumped up and gave him a big hug. " Look at my beautiful niece you grew up so fast!". He looked over to Otis ``Well hey happy boy you still an asshole?" Otis paused before flipping him off.

Candy who was Charlie's self proclaimed "best girl" focused on Otis, she remembered him from when he used to come to the town. "Hey there Happy boy haven't seen you for a while I was wondering what happened to you, I thought maybe you died or something because I know you weren't disappointed the last time you saw me because I never disappoint" Candy said twirling her hair in a sultry matter. " Yeah well Mama I can tell you that I was not disappointed, heh well because I set my standards pretty low".

He replied already uncomfortable, he shifted a little while standing in front of them. "Actually I am married now so I'm not into picking up whores anymore, no offense". Charlie turned to look at Otis after overhearing that laughing even harder. " No way !!!!! This crazy fucker right here got married!? How in the hell? Is she deformed or something?." "Wow hey so fuck you you pig smelling fuck" Otis replied.

"Oh come on now lighten up like Baby said, You always have a stick up your ass". Charlie said lightly shoving Otis in the shoulder. "Charlie you remember my daughter's best friend y/n?" Spaulding asked him.

"Wait wait That pretty little thing that I used to see run around the house?, I bet she grew up to be so beautiful and she was sharp as a tack. What wait how did you snag that?!" Charlie exclaimed.

Otis just rolled his eyes, "god shut the fuck up". Charlie just laughed again looking around the trio for any sign of you. "Hey where is the little lady? I wanna give her a funtown welcome haha!". Otis spit on the ground and huffed "we don't fucking know and we're supposed to be looking for her but now we are here" he looked angrily at Spaulding while he said this. Charlie looked over all of the three faces of worry and smiled. " It seems like you guys have been through a lot, why don't you come inside and make yourself comfortable and we can talk about it". They followed Charlie inside.

[skinsharpenedteeth]

NYE Malex prompt fill

A thousand, thousand years ago @mander3-swish sent me a prompt for a list for quote “Can we pretend never said that?” and i have literally had the WIP in my docs every since. Well, today I FINALLY wrote out a little story for the prompt. I am *SO* sorry it took this long to fill it. I hope you enjoy it!

Story under the cut, or feel free to check it out on AO3.

              The crowded main floor of the UFO Emporium felt claustrophobic to Alex as more and more people were packed into the already filled space. The room was dark with strobes and lasers cutting through the air while techno remixes of the Top 100 boomed over the speaker system. New Year’s Eve and he was alone once again. Alex tugged on the collar of his shirt and made his way over to the bar that was set up in the center of the room. Maria was behind it with Max and Liz slinging drinks for everyone. He caught Liz’s attention and she nodded, finishing up the beer she was pouring and getting started on something for him. He turned and let leaned his elbows back onto the bar as he surveyed the crowd and surreptitiously looked for someone relatively quiet to hide out.

              “Are you cruising for a hook up?” A familiar voice asked next to his ear and Alex jumped to stand up straight as he turned to look at Michael. Michael looked… good. His jeans were clean but worn, his belt buckle was alarmingly prominent at his waist, and as per usual, he’d neglected to button half the buttons on his shirt, but he looked sober and there was a light in his eyes that Alex hadn’t seen in months. A beat too late, Alex scoffed at Michael’s remark and tried to act like he hadn’t just spent that awkward second checking Guerin out. He hadn’t seen him this close in a while and it was tragic how starved he felt to take in every detail of him now that he was near.

              “I don’t know, are you?” Alex asked, trying to sound snarky but hearing the flirtatious edge to his voice instead. Michael raised his eyebrows at him, and Alex flushed in embarrassment. “Can we please pretend I never said that?”

              “Sure,” Michael agreed easily, though he still looked Alex over with interest. Liz came over and set down two drinks in front of them, barely sparing them a smile before turning to start making her next customer’s order. Alex picked up his double shot of bourbon and coke and took a slow sip, trying not to obviously appreciate the way Michael’s lips wrapped around the lip of his beer bottle. It was always like this for Alex, stolen glances and awkward encounters. Public interaction was never their forte and he knew he shouldered a lot of blame for that.

              “So, who are you here with? Forrest?” Michael asked over the music, having to lean close as another song started and the bass seemed to drown out everyone’s individual voices. Alex shook his head in response, getting another sip of his drink before leaning close to Michael’s ear to respond.

              “I’m supposed to be here with Greg. At least, he’s my ride,” Alex answered. Michael looked at him in confusion and Alex shrugged.

              “I’m pretty sure he’s with Isobel and Kyle. Want to get out of here?” Michael responded, but Alex only caught half of what he said.

              “What?” Alex yelled, trying to be heard over the music. Michael opened his mouth to respond, but when the DJ started in on the foghorn button he scowled. With a tilt of his head, he beckoned Alex to follow him away from the bar. They left their drinks behind as they started to push away from the center of the room. The crowd quickly started to swallow him, and Alex lost Michael for a moment as he tried to navigate around the drunks with their stupid New Years Eve tiaras and top hats. He stopped and looked around, trying to spot the honey brown curls that usually led him straight to Michael, but he couldn’t see anything. His brain started to panic a little until he felt an abnormally warm hand close of his. He looked to his right and there was Michael smiling softly at him. This time when Michael set off, he kept Alex’s hand in his as he wormed his way through the bustle of revelers. Alex concentrated on the strength of his fingers and the warm shot of electricity that danced through him at Michael’s touch. A simple touch probably shouldn’t have meant that much, but since his breakup with Forrest, Alex had been isolating himself and it was possible he’d become more than a little touch starved because of it.

              Michael led them to one of the far walls and just when Alex thought that was as far as they’d go, he was pulled through a door marked “No Admittance” and pulled into a service hallway. Michael locked the door behind them and kept pulling Alex along the hallway further away from the main room even though the hallway was easily quiet enough for them to speak without having to yell. Having worked for the Emporium before the fire, Alex was pretty sure this was the hallway that would lead them back to the backstage area. A sharp right turn put them into the area where the large travel cases for the rented stereo equipment was stored. Alex was about to ask them where Michael was taking them when he pushed open an unmarked door and they ended up in one of the back storage rooms. The light was dim, but it was almost silent amongst the alien props and discarded display cases and office furniture. Michael finally dropped Alex’s hand and took his phone out of his pocket.

              “We have ten minutes until midnight,” Michael announced, shoving the phone back into his pants. Alex opened and closed his mouth a few times in confusion. Michael was looking unsure, bashful even as he watched Alex watch him. Alex didn’t know what they were doing so he shrugged and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

              “What are we doing in here, Michael?” Alex asked, looking around at the dusty remains of the old emporium that was stacked around them.

              “Do you know the superstition that whatever you’re doing on New Years will trend for the following year?” Michael asked in lieu of answering Alex’s question. Alex furrowed his brow but nodded, watching Michael swallow nervously as he stepped closer to Alex. Alex could feel the heat of him even a foot away. Even nervous, he still looked like he was the silver lining of Alex’s fucked up life since returning to Roswell. Michael reached forward and gently removed Alex’s hands from his pockets and then held them in his own.

              “I really just wanted to be with you when the ball dropped. I know its stupid, but I want a better year next year and I’m hoping it means seeing a lot more of you,” Michael confessed quietly, eyes trained on Alex’s hands in his. Alex felt like the breath had been knocked out of him at Michael’s words, but he closed his hands over Michael’s and squeezed in silent agreement.

              “So you stole me away to hide in what amounts to a large storage closet?” Alex asked, smiling a little at the unintentional irony. Michael, however, looked stricken at the observation.

              “Fuck, no. That’s not what I meant to… I just figured this was, uh… more romantic than a bathroom stall?” Michael countered, smiling a little when Alex started chuckling at his explanation.

              “Oh, option two was a bathroom stall? Damn, Guerin, not that I don’t appreciate you sparing me the scent of urine cakes, but…” Alex trailed off as he pointedly looked around their surroundings.

              “Fuck, we don’t speak for a while and I always forget what an asshole you are,” Michael laughed, taking his hands from Alex’s and pushing his chest playfully. “Jesus, you’re so mean.”

              “Well, what do you really want next year, Michael? Because you’ve got...,” Alex looked at his watch before continuing, “…3 minutes.”

              Michael looked at him thoughtfully, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, and Alex found himself holding his breath as he waited for Michael to speak. Alex opened his mouth again to say something snarky, arm coming up so he could check the time again, and Michael moved forward in a flash. He walked Alex back the two steps until he was against the cold metal door and his hands came up to pin Alex’s wrists. He wasn’t hurting Alex and he didn’t look angry as he did it.

              “This isn’t a closet, it’s somewhere private. It’s somewhere I can kiss you like I always want to kiss you and not just in the ways that are socially appropriate,” Michael breathed against Alex’s lips before making good on his word. It wasn’t a sweet, chaste peck that would be fine for friends and family, or even a long, smoldering open mouthed caress that would be fine for New Years Eve on the dance floor surrounded by hundreds of other people doing the same. It was a rough and ardent, tongue searching every inch of Alex’s mouth, teeth nipping at lips, only rough half breaths through noses permitted type of kiss. It was the only kind of kiss that made Alex glad Michael had pinned his wrists to the door, because his body wanted to surrender and wanted to writhe and take, take, take. Faintly Alex could hear the throbbing yells of the crowd counting down in the main room, but his heart was beating so much faster and it felt too slow to him to be real. Michael let go of his wrists, hands sliding down to grab Alex’s waist and pull him flush against Michael’s body. With his hands free, Alex tangled his hands in Michael’s curls, making fists of them and tugging gently the way he knew drove Michael crazy. He wanted the volume between them turned up to eleven. He’d missed this undeniable connection between the two of them.

              When they had to part, had to press their foreheads together and gulp down air, Alex unclenched his hands and let them slide down to grip the open sides of Michael’s shirt.

              “Happy New Year,” Michael breathed, Cheshire grin in place even as he kept panting.

              “Yeah. Happy New Year. Fuck,” Alex replied, voice slightly awed.

              “You wanna go somewhere else even more private?” Michael suggested, hands slipping under the hem of Alex’s shirt to grasp at the smooth muscles at his waist.

              “Not until you and I go on a real first date. I’m going to teach you about romance through immersion,” Alex said, punctuating his statement with a soft kiss that made his toes curl just as much as the previous, hungry kisses had. Michael returned it, his hands sliding up Alex’s back before he moved and tucked his face into the hollow between Alex’s shoulder and neck. It took Alex a moment to realize that Michael was hugging him, but when his brain finally came back online, he wrapped his arms around Michael’s shoulder and kissed his neck and ear lightly. “Let’s make sure this trends for us this year, yeah?”

              Michael nodded against him and it felt like maybe they were finally in a place to do it right that time. This had to be a better year.

[antigoneidk]

Everything I wanted to say:a letter to you|t.h.

a/n: I had this idea in my head for days but I was only able to write it now hehe. I hope you like it and I am sorry for any mistakes💞*gif is not mine*

warnings:fluff, fluff, a lit bit of angst(only if you are like me)

My love, my light, my life.

I have no words to describe how much in love i am with you. How fast my heart beats when i feel you're around. How my butterflies dance inside my stomach whenever you touch me. How I melt right in your hands everytime you squeeze my body, keep me safe in your arms. How the world stops spinning when you kiss me with those lips, that fit mine so perfectly.

I was convinced that true love didn't exist. That my parents kept lying to me through fairytales with princess waiting the prince with the white horse to take them away, show them love and affection. And both of them will fall for each other.

But as I was growing up and looked around me, everything proved them wrong. People are cruel, full of hate, shameless, unaware of how bad they can damage others. I just locked myself in four walls tired of it. Tired of not having someone to talk to. A real friend. An honest person, pure, innocent, loving, caring, kind, generous. The opposite of the majority.

And then you came into my life.

I am not gonna be able to forget the first time that I saw your face. You were smiling bright, the whole street lighting up. Your eyes were a little smaller. Your nose and cheeks had turned to a light red, as you were speaking to some people, fans. I wish I was closer that moment to picture in my head every detail, to paint your face and put it next to me each time you are gone. And you wore that blue sweater, my favourite one which I'm wearing right now, and that pair of black jeans, always looking good at you. Your hair were curly and every ten seconds your fingers were running through.

I heard your laugh from across the street, a sound that was playing in my mind for days. I had stopped there by accident before I searched around me curious from where the sound came from. That was all it took for me to just stand there and watch you, hug and smile to others, joking around, laughing, giving autographs. I wondered how you would smell every time you crossed your arms around somebody. I liked that you were happy, open handed, polite to them. I knew that you were different that day and even though you might not believe it,is the truth.

And then you glanced at me, taking my breath away. It was like the time had stopped, the world paused and the only ones with the power to move and talk were just the two of us. I felt your brown eyes looking at my soul, my life, my choices, my mistakes. I got embarrassed and scared. Scared that the fairytales were based on real life, that I might have found my prince. I know it sounds stupid, and now that I'm thinking of it, yes it is. But for a second I had that fantasy. My brain and heart stopped working, all my senses gave up. It was only you.

Tom then you smiled at me. ME. My walls that I was building for years fell down with that smile making me feel weak, not being able to process this. I've never had someone to look at me the way you did that day, I thought I was dreaming. Maybe it wasn't something special for you, you had people's eyes on you 24/7 but for me, you were the first. That's why I stood still in my place. I tried to enjoy every second.

I smiled back at you shyly and pulled my hair back, such a girly move. You looked down still with your smile at your face, then back at me and I swear I was ready to explode from all my emotions. I wanted to cry from happiness that finally something changed in my life but also from sadness because I knew that was for only a few seconds. Reality hit my face hard when a couple of men started shouting your name and dragging you to a different direction away for me. And that's when I said to myself that "it was too good to be true" and walked with tears in my eyes. If anyone else was at my place maybe they wouldn't care about it but I did.  I lived on the sidelines for so long and I had a chance,  I thought I had a chance but I guessed that i didn't deserved it.

And the time when I felt your hand on my shoulder and I saw you standing in front of me I pushed aside all of my negative thoughts and questioned if I was daydreaming and turning crazy. I felt my skin under my clothes burning from your touch, my heart losing control and my brain not working, only my eyes watching and my nose smelling your fragrance. I wanted to hug you just so I can smell it for the rest of my life. Then you talked to me asking if I was okay, your eyes following a teardrop making it's way down to my cheek and I felt so stupid that a boy, a stranger was seeing me like these. Do you remember that?

"Yes" he whispered to himself and turned the page to the other side wanting to read more.

Fast forward to our first date. I was so anxious all day, spending majority of my time in front of a mirror changing outfits, makeup, hair styles not satisfying with anything. I was turning to that teenage girl I always made fun of. I was making circles around the house practicing how I would act around you, how would I speak and what I would say.

You were the sweetest man I could ask for, such a gentleman. I couldn't get my eyes off of you, so confident and handsome, talking about the most silliest things and making me laugh all night with your jokes and random comments for the topic I was talking about. You held my hand and kept listening to me and laughed at my miserably jokes. I was the luckiest woman that night and to the ride back at my house I remember feeling so sad that I had to say goodbye to you even though i wanted to spent more and more time with you. By surprise you didn't stop and continued to drive.

We got to our favorite place now, yours back in the day. I never knew why you did that and although I want so desperately to know I'll never ask. Let that kind of mystery follow. We sat down and kept a deep conversation starting about our past. Well mine. I was battling with my self if I should had open to you or not and I'm glad I did. You listened carefully to what I was saying and held my hand the entire time, squeezing when I was about to cry. You have no idea how much strength you gave me with that touch and how much courage to keep going. I wanted you to know everything that I had been through. It was the only way to know if you would stay and not leave me alone. I was terrified but prepared to fight this feeling of loneliness again.

You kissed me.

I get butterflies only from thinking of it, of our first kiss.  Your lips covered mine and our tongues met for the first time exploring each other. Your hands held my cheeks and pulled me closer to you, giving me the warmth I was lacking for years. My hands shaking touched yours after a long time not wanting to let them go and the sensation drove me insane. My heart was exploding inside my chest, my blood was running through my veins faster that lightning, my brain was hurting from the situation and was wondering if this was actually true. I pulled away and opened my eyes. I found yours shut your lips pressed to one another. I thought that you regretted this, that it was stupid and that I seduced you to do this. Your half smiled then showed up, my heart skipped a beat, and you said that this was better than your imagination.  My inner child raised from deep down myself. I wanted to jump around, laugh and shout, kiss you again, hold you, hug you, feel you.

Days, months passed away and you stood by my side, making me the happiest person alive. I only had to listen to your voice and everything bad disappeared within a second. It's like you have that superpower to fight the dark inside me so easily. I admired you and still do to this day. I love how you push your problems to the side and listen to mine, it sounds selfish right? I'm always here to listen to you baby not matter what and yes there were times you opened up to me. I wondered if I helped you or not.

"My love.."Tom laughed and grabbed the other piece of paper from the table."..you always do" he mumbled.

But I wish you shared your problems more. I am willing to help you or even just listen to you if you just want to get rid of anything. You are a strong man but sharing your feelings is important, you are not bothering me you know.

Can you recall our first time? Damn I would never forget that, from the way you touched every single inch of my skin to the way I felt at the end. Your kisses and hands got me to placed I had never been before, so dreamy. You whispered to me how much you loved me and how i changed you to becoming a better person. I remember every of your words and I can still your voice clearly next to my ear as our bodies move in sync. You were my first.

If you only knew how much you mean to me. How my view for the world changed because of you. How I met incredible people through you. How I learnt to love, respect, share, laugh, fight, adore, live. How you teached me to finally see the colors around me. How life can be  hard, yet awesome. There are nights that we fight, we say things anger makes us too. But by the end of the day I know that I love you so much and that we can get over this. I try to remind my self every night that there are so many reasons to be happy and not sad for a foolish reason. And that's when I turn to you and open my arms for you to hug me and sleep calmly. But you are already waiting for me to do so.

This is my letter to you. I wish I could say those things to you but we both know that i get caught up by my feelings. We would have been talking for hours.

I am not going to be able to stop loving you and that's my weakness. I don't wanna see you cry or heartbroken and you make me melancholic when you are like that. If I could only make you feel the way you make me. I am not the best but I'm trying to I swear and I'll continue to do so every day till the last one.

I love you.

Sincerely yours,

y/n

He wiped away some tears that escaped his eyes and got himself up from where he was sitting to get to you. You had been waiting for him in your bedroom, with roses all around, food and a movie to watch. It wasn't any special day but you felt the need to spoil him with love. In your own way. But as the time went on you fell asleep, with the food at the bedside table and your body hugging his pillow, feeling safe.

Tom smiled at the sight of you sleeping with his pillow in your hands. His heart beat fast as he kept moving closer to you and left a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too baby" he said and kissed your lips gently. With slowly moves he tried to laid his body next to yours, hugging your waist and pulling you close to his.

It was at this moment that he realised the power you had over him and he was surprised you couldn't notice it.

"I guess I have to write it to you" he laughed at himself and closed his eyes, falling asleep a few moments later with the thought of you at his mind.