#wanting to have a big birthday party so badly only for it to get so stressful and Too Much for my introverted perfectionist ass

[kimtaegis]

hate to say it but july kinda sucked

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile IX

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Pairing: Alastor x Female! Reader

Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: You know what? I liked this chapter, I wasn't very sure about it at first but in the end, I enjoyed writting it. I hope you'll enjoy as well ! We are approaching the end of their teenage years~ How sad... but how exciting !

“ Do you think this is a good idea Alice?”

“ An incredible one !”

You were in your bedroom, having a girls night together. You were talking about the Chrismast’Eve’s soirée you had, gossiping together. Of course, you told her about what happened with Alastor when you had your first kiss and she couldn’t help but hug you while screaming delightedly with a lot of : I told you so ! 

But now, you wanted to prepare a surprise party for Alastor's birthday, you wanted to go somewhere else but you knew that Alastor would be reluctant about leaving his mother again. But once more, Alice came with an amazing idea. She had a little cottage an hour from here, she thought that you could all prepare a party for him a day before his birthday, and once midnight past you would give him his present ! Then in the morning, you would get back home and Alastor could celebrate his birthday with his mother.

You sighed as you looked at your ceiling. It would be a great idea. But there were many problems, first of all, you didn’t know any of Alastor’s friends, so it would be complicated to invite them. Second of all, you needed someone with a car so you could go to the cottage to prepare everything without Alastor noticing. And that would be impossible ! Alastor could read you like an opened book ! He would know you were hiding something…

“ But I can’t lie to him, even if I tried..” you sighed once again. Why was Alastor so observant ! While you needed to be focused on him to be able to see one single twitch from his expression, he could know what you were feeling with his eyes closed! How unfair that was… You would have to need help. “ Maybe I could ask Marie for help…?”

“ I know ! We’ll tell him you are sick because you stayed outside for too long! You have a very bad cold so he mustn't come to see you !”

You scoffed at her idea. When you were younger you got a really bad cold, which made you incapable of even standing up. Your parents were so worried that they asked for a doctor to come check on you. The man said that you needed some drugs and not to go outside until the fever settled down. Your parents mustn't stay too close to you in case you contaminate them. So guess how surprised you were when one night, you had opened your eyes and saw Alastor, wiping the sweat from your forehead. His hands were shaking but he was smiling down on you saying that everything would be okay, it was just a little cold. You needed to recover so you could play together once more. You really didn’t know if it was a hallucination or not but the next day, you woke up better and with Eamon in your arms.

“ He would try anything to come to see me. No matter the state I’m in.”

“ Even if you told him you don’t want him to come?”

“ He would know I’m lying…” you smiled as Alice was getting more and more frustrated. You both thought for hours. How could you fool Alastor? You knew he respected your privacy if you asked him… Oh wait! “ I could say I’m on my period ! And it hurts a lot so I want to be left alone!” You clapped your hands together with a big smile. The first time you had your period you were so afraid that your mother had to calm you down. When she explained to you what was happening and that you were now a woman and no longer a girl you couldn’t help but be proud.. for ten minutes, because after that you were hurting badly, you couldn’t stand up from your bed. It was a nightmare. And of course, when Alastor tried to come to see you you shouted at him that you wanted to be left alone. He was so confused but when his mother explained to him what menstruation was, he would sometimes just pass by and drop some sweets for you, never going inside your bedroom. Sometimes he would stay against your door if you were in the mood and talk about his day. 

“ Really, do you think it would work?” Alice asked, seeming relieved that you finally have an idea for this surprise party to work. You nodded excitedly. Now it was show time ! You needed your mother to be part of the plan of course, but it should go smoothly ! “ Then, tomorrow we’ll need to make a team ! One who needs to find anything about Alastor’s friends, and the other needs to prepare the cottage with decoration !”

You were curious about Alastor’s friend, you wanted to know the person he hung out with. You bit your lips and asked Alice to let you stalk Alastor. If you were lucky, you would go unnoticed.

Let the plan begin !

~~~

“ Dear? Your mother told me you were in pain. Do you need anything ?” you heard Alastor’s voice through the door. You began to dress up in disguise, waiting for him to leave so you could follow him.

“ No, I’m just tired and sweaty.. I think I’ll just rest for today!” you waited for him to answer but there was a blank. Why wasn’t he responding ?

“ Is that so… Well, I’ll come back later tonight to see if you are feeling any better, take care.” you heard him slide something under your door and you couldn’t help but awned as you saw a chocolate bar. He knew you too well! You took it quietly as you heard his footsteps near the stairs. Perfect ! You put on your father’s clothes and his hat and you went toward your windows. You could do it. You just needed to jump off to the tree, grab the branches and climb it down. Easy…  Your window wasn't on the road’s side but at the neighbor's house so Alastor shouldn’t be able to see you.

One…

Two…

You jumped and grabbed the branches between your hands. What were you doing, damn it! You climbed down the tree and hurried up to the street. Where was he? You looked on your right and saw Alastor walking down the street. You couldn't help but be excited! Today you were hunting for information about Alastor ! You walked at a reasonable distance from him, watching him rearranging his tie with the shop’s vitrines reflect.  You tilted your head as you saw him being greeted by a lot of ladies who would giggled after Alastor flashed them his charming smile. 

You had tailed him for hours, he would go into a library, read some books, then go to a coffee shop and get a black coffee. Nothing worthwhile. You sighed behind your journal. You were sitting on a table not too far from him, watching him but he was just enjoying himself, alone. You should just ask Marie for information, maybe it would be more useful. As you thought about leaving you saw a bunch of boys going toward Alastor, greeting him with laughter and smiles. You smiled, were they Alastor’s friends? You tried to listen to the conversation, which was surprisingly easy, they were very loud.

“ So Alastor, what’s good for you?” said a green eyed boy “ We haven’t seen you for a while, why don’t you come hunting with us? We hear there were great beasts in the bayou.” you could see Alastor's smile widened darkly. He took a sip of his coffee as he listened to the group of boys talking about hunting. Maybe Alastor was hunting with them instead of his father, it was a sweet thought. Now you just needed their names so you could bring them to the party ! 

Alastor talked with them, mostly laughing at them. But the group of boys did not seem to feel hurt by Alastor's comment, they were listening to him like he was the Messiah. Was that because they thought he was joking? Did people really not understand Alastor that much? You sighed, they couldn’t be Alastor’s friend, from what you knew, he could be using them for a greater purpose. 

After a while, Alastor excused himself before leaving the coffee shop as his… guests, friends ? tried to coat him to stay with them. Alastor accepted a hunting session with them before leaving. Mhn.. You stood up and went toward the bunch of boys.

“ Excuse me, are you Alastor’s friends?” you waited for them to nod before continuing “ Would you like to be present for his birthday?”

“ Are you planning a birthday party? Of course we will come! You know what, we will share the news to his other friends, don’t worry, where will it happen ?” asked the blue eyed man. You gave them all the information before running off. Now, you need to go back home. You took a shortcut, going into a dark alley. If you memory was great, you’ll have to–

“ May I know why you are following me, my goodfella?”

You freeze. It was Alastor’s voice. Your back was facing him, you didn't know what distance he was standing on but you couldn’t turn around, he would recognize you. You heard his footsteps coming closer.

“ Did your Mother not teach you any manners? It's rather rude to not answer a question my good friend.”

You ran.

You ran and you could hear him behind you. Damn it Alastor ! Don’t run after someone who stalked you all afternoon! 

You avoided any trash that was standing in your way. You saw a fence in front of you. It wasn’t very high, you could jump over it, then you would be into your neighbor's garden, you’ll just need to climb the tree and jump into your bedroom. You couldn’t help but smirked as you jumped over the fence, you always were faster than Alastor ! You fell graciously on the tree and began to climb the tree, you looked behind you but couldn’t see Alastor, did he give up? You entered your bedroom through your windows still wide open. 

You stood there as you heard the front door opened violently downstairs and then your mother’s voice.

“ Alastor? Why are you runni- Alastor!”

You panicked as you heard Alastor footsteps running faster in the stairs. You took your clothes off quickly and hid them in your closet but as you ran toward your bed while putting on your nightgown you stud your foot against the furniture making you yell painfully. You fell on the bed, groaning, fuck that hurted !

“ What is going on?” you heard Alastor shouted as he slammed the door open. You curled on yourself, sweating and breathing hard from all that running. You felt his cold hand on your forehead. “ You are sweating although your window is wide open.” he shut the window and stared at you, caressing your back.  At least you could pass your foot pain for menstruation’s pain. 

“It’s because of the smell that I’ve left the window open but Alastor… What are you doing here ? You said you’ll come later…”

“ Well my dear, I was chasing what I think could be your stalker.” you stared at him with wide eyes. Did he mistaked you for a stalker? Well, you did follow him all afternoon but…” But what was worrisome was that when I chased them, they ran into your house’s direction. You haven’t seen anything suspicious my friend ?” he stared at you with his usual smile. You shook your head trying to be as innocent looking as possible. He kept his gaze on you for more than a minute before kissing your forehead. “ Well, I’m sorry to have disturbed your rest my dear.”

You kissed both of his cheeks before laying back down on the bed. You waved at him goodbye before sighing in relief. You could still feel adrenaline inside your body and you couldn’t be prouder than yourself than right now.

Alastor did not catch you.

~~~

You were with Alice, finishing decorating the cottage. It was a cozy place, far away from the city, there was even a lake just behind the house. It was frozen, of course, but when summer came, you could all come here to have some fun!  You were the 30st of December, the surprise would be tomorrow, everything needed to be perfect.

“ I think we did everything we needed to, we brang drinks, food, blankets, what more do you need, woman!” said an exasperated Alice. You knew you were being annoying right now but you really wanted everything to go smoothly. “ I’m done, we are going home, come, my cab is waiting for us.”

“ No, I think I’ll stay here tonight.”

“ I beg your pardon?”

“ I know, just… I… Please.. As you said, I’m perfectly safe here right? So what bad could it do to stay a night here, also, I know that if I see Alastor one more time, I would slip and spoil the surprise ! So please, Alice… Go back home, and manage the guests. I’ll wait for all of you here, with the drinks and food ready, even with the fire in the chimney.”

“... I really don’t want to but… Fine, there is a telephone here, in the entrance. If you need anything, you can dial my house’s number, okay? I’ll tell your mother you’re staying here. And if you need to run away because.. I don’t know what, there is a backdoor that’s always unlocked, I’ll enter from there if you call me okay? Keep the front door locked.” you nodded before hugging her. You knew she didn’t like your idea at all, but you were happy she trusted you enough to let you go.

You waved at her as she took her cab and left. Well, now you just need to light up a fire and find a room where to sleep. You were excited, it felt like it was your own house ! You smiled as you imagined your life like the owner of this house. You took Marie’s book recipes, now what should you cook?

~~~

A snowstorm.

A fucking snowstorm.

It’s been going on for three hours now, thank God you have enough woods so you didn’t have to go outside to find some. You were sitting in a cozy chair with your hot chocolate, a romance book on your laps and with a bright fire in the chimney. You really hoped it would stop before tomorrow, you didn’t want to cancel the surprise. 

You closed your eyes. Well, you just had to wait…

Thud

You woke up, sweating. You sat up, making your book fall on the floor. What was that? You looked around you, the fire was almost completely extinguished, only a few flames remained on the wood. You stood up streching yourself and yawned. You fell asleep like that? You took the blanket with you, ready to go to bed when you heard it again.

Thud

You felt your body shivering, your heart beating stronger and faster. Okay, it was a real noise, it wasn’t a trick from your mind. You went quietly into the kitchen, and took a knife. You weren’t even sure of what you were going to do with it but safer than sorry, right? You stared at the front door, where you heard the noises. You couldn’t see anything from the windows, it was dark outside and with the storm going on… It was too dangerous.

You watched as the door handle moved.

Someone was trying to enter.

Someone was trying to enter.

Someone was trying to enter.

You didn’t realize you were shaking. It couldn’t be Alice, she told you she would enter by the back door. She wouldn’t try to open the front door. What should you do? Run by the backdoor and getting lost in the snowstorm or staying here, waiting for this person to enter and do… You didn't want to think about it.

The noises coming from the door stopped. You held your breath, counting in your mind the seconds. You’ll count to one thousand and then you’ll go back to the living room to see if you could notice something.  You were around 665 when you heard a window breaking upstairs.

You screamed.

The footsteps ran toward you.

You ran.

You slammed opened the backdoor and ran into the snowstorm. Where were you going ? You didn't know, you wanted to lose the intruder in the snow and then come back safely into the house. You held the knife in your hands, if needed would you be able to kill to protect yourself? You heard a shout behind you, he seemed closer than you thought. You needed to do something, anything ! You could already imagine your mother’s face if she happened to know you had gotten killed ! Alice would die from guilt. And Alastor…

You slid on ice, hitting the back of your head against the floor. You frowned, what was..? You touched the ice and realized you were on the frozen lake. You felt your eyes getting teary. Why was that happening, why? You tried to stand up without falling and then you saw the shadows of the man following you. 

“ Stay away !” you shouted, the wind carrying your voice to you don’t know where, holding on to your knife. “ I’m not afraid of killing you !” 

Your legs were shaking but if you were to die, you would die fighting ! The shadows came closer and closer, his hand stretching toward you. You raised your arms, ready to sink it into his chest. You warned him !

“ Look at me !”

You opened your eyes, you didn’t even notice when you closed them, and saw Alastor, standing near the edge of the frozen lake. He was only centimeters away from you. Have you gone mad? Why was Alastor here? Why was he looking at you without smiling, his eyes begging you to listen to him. 

“ Alastor..?”

You tried to walk toward him, trying to catch his hand but the only thing you heard before blacking out was the ice cracking underneath your feet and Alastor calling out your name.

~~~

You were burning from the inside, were you in Hell? 

“ Open your eyes, don’t you dare fucking die ! Anyone but you! ” 

You felt someone’s lips against yours. You didn’t want any other lips on yours but Alastor’s. You pushed the stranger away as you began to cough violently. It hurts. Death wasn’t supposed to be a peaceful journey?

You opened your eyes weakly and there he was. Alastor who was drenched above you. You were so cold.. it was burning you. As soon as Alastor saw your eyes he fell to his knees, his head tilted back, his hand covering his face, whispering something you couldn’t hear.

“ Alastor..?” You looked around and realized you were back in the cottage, the fire has been lit on. You sat up slowly and looked at the blanket around you. You were freezing but tucked into a lot of blankets. “ What are you doing here..?”

“ Is that the first question you want to ask me ?” His voice was cold, his face was stoic, his usual smile non-existent. He was shaking. “ What were you thinking going out in a bloody snowstorm? Have you lost your mind ?” he stood up, raising his voice at you. As your memories came back you understood what happened. The man you thought was an intruder was Alastor. 

You looked down, ashamed but then anger replaced that feeling. Everything would have turned out great if he didn’t come!

“ I was doing great before you came along! Why are you here?”

“ There is a bloody stalker after you and you decide to stay alone in a deserted area ? Tell me dear, are you trying to impress me with your stupidity because you succeeded. Congratulations.” he said mockingly as he sat on the sofa, trying to dry his hair with a towel.

“ I was preparing your birthday, it was supposed to be a surprise !”

“ My birthday’s not worthwhile if you are not by my side!” he shouted, throwing the towel on the floor, his eyes shining with fury. He came to you and tugged you closer by grabbing the necklace he had given you on Christmas. “ What a charming surprise it would have been, finding your dead body in the snow ! Celebrating my birthday would mean celebrating your death? Oh, you really are spoiling me, my friend. You really are taking the cake!” he spat as he stared at you. 

“ Don’t shout at me !”

“ Don’t play with your life then!” He took a knife from his wet pants.” What did you think you could have done with that? Would you stab a man my dear, tell me, would you do it?” he taunted you, mocked you, moving the knife in front of your eyes. “ Do you know how to kill, my dearest?” his voice was low, menacing but you weren’t afraid.

“ I would have.” you stated. Even if you had closed your eyes, in your mind, you were ready to stab the intruder.  “ I was ready to stab to live…” you felt your eyes beginning to tear up.” I was so afraid that I was going to die without seeing you again.. That I was ready to kill someone…” you sobbed as you realized that you almost killed today. You fell to your knees, sobbing. Alastor was angry with you, you almost died, his birthday was a disaster… You wanted to disappear.

You felt his arms around you and you couldn’t help but sob harder. You grabbed his shoulder, pressing yourself against his wet cold clothes. You wanted to feel him more than ever.

“ What.. What happened ?” you hiccuped as he stroked your hair.

“ The ice from the lake broke. I jumped in to save you and take you back here so you wouldn’t die of hypothermia.” he whispered, his body still tense.

“ We shouldn’t stay in wet clothes then..” you took a step back and then you realized, you were in your underwear under the blanket. Did Alastor strip you? You blushed as you looked up to him, he was looking at his own clothes with disgust. 

“ There are no other clothes for me, I’ve looked around.” he sighed before looking away. You shyly touched his shirt and tugged it gently, mutely asking him to undress. He looked at you for a long minute before taking his shirt off and then when you saw them.

Scars.

So many scars were on his upper body. You approached your hand while looking at Alastor who wasn’t smiling. It was so intimidating. His eyes weren't as warm as usual when he was looking at you, there was something completely different. He softly took your hand in his and with a soft sigh, kissed the back of it. He kissed the back of your hand, once, twice.. before tugging you against him and kissing your lips avidly.

You brought your hand into his hair as you kissed him back with so many emotions, fear, worry, desire, fondness… You didn’t know what words to put on your other feelings but what was important right now was Alastor.

You both were panting, you didn’t want to stop kissing him but you needed to breathe. He laid you on the floor, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your jaw. You were breathing hard, holding onto him, tilting your head back so he could kiss your neck. He was kissing, biting as if making sure you were still here with him.

After a few minutes, he stopped, panting against your chest. You were gripping his hair. You didn’t really know what was happening but you felt great… 

“ Don’t ever… Don’t ever do that again my dear…Don’t ever go somewhere I can’t find you...”

You hugged him, pressing his head against your warm chest. 

“ I promise.”

He sighed once last time before standing up and walked toward the telephone, calling your Mother’s house. You stood up and tried to find clothes for Alastor but there weren’t any that would fit him. You sighed and decided to just take all the blankets from all the room. You went back to the living room just when Alastor ended the call.

“ I just said you were okay, I didn’t talk about our little trip outside.” you nodded and put the blanket on the sofa. You didn’t know how to feel, here you were in your underwear and Alastor shirtless. It happened in the past… But why right now.. It seemed different? You shook your head, it wasn’t important. You held your hand toward Alastor who raised an eyebrows.

“ Let’s sleep.” you said softly. He sighed but walked toward you. You pushed him on the sofa and then laid on him before pulling the cover over you. You caressed the scars you could see, you could feel his body tensed when you touched one who seemed deeper than the others. As you began to fall asleep you felt him nudged you.

“ Stay awake a little longer.. I don’t think I’m capable of seeing you with your eyes closed right now…”

You nodded but you were so tired… You fought against sleepiness until Alastor said it was okay to rest.

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[animeomegas]

Ok but what do we think about Bakugo baking his pup's birthday cake? I know he would rather cook than bake but for his pups 🥺 at least I think he would, but only for the first few years lol or what omegas do you think would enjoy baking their pups birthday cake? =D

Bakugou 1000000% bakes his pup's birthday cake!!!!

And not just for the first few years, every year until they tell him to stop.

And if they don't like cake, he learns to make a crepe stack.

If they don't like sweets, he fastens one out of cheese.

He WILL make something vaguely circular to shove candles in, and NO ONE can stop him! 😤

He may be a professional hero, but he's also got the spirit of an ultra competitive PTA mum. He can do better than the supermarket, the bakery, and all the other parents put together!

Alpha is just watching as Bakugou furiously whips up cake testers in the kitchen the days before his pup's birthday party, muttering about icing colours and swearing as he cuts the piping bag end too big.

He's grinning so proudly at his pup's birthday party, and it's partly because of the cake turned out perfectly, but mainly because he provided something worthy for his pup on their big day.

And once they blow out the candles, Bakugou has to surreptitiously wipe his eyes so that no one can tell he's tearing up.

(He definitely has an officially branded cookbook, and once his pup is a teenager he publishes his first baking recipe book hehe)

In terms of other omegas that bake their pups' birthday cakes:

Midoriya will try for a year or two, but he's kind of mediocre at baking and it's sooooo stressful every year. He'll put a lot of money into a nice bakery cake though. Shinsou also tries once but it goes badly so he has to rush out to buy a cake at the last minute because even box mix hates him.

Todoroki and Iida don't even consider making it on their own. When you need a birthday cake, you buy it from a nice bakery or cake shop??? Obviously???

Kirishima does!! And he's pretty good! The cake always tastes better than it looks, but it's delicious and that's all most pups care about anyway.

Sato obviously is up there with Bakugou, even higher, I'd say. His cakes are to die for and he has so much practice. His pups brag whenever they take baked goods in to school or have professional standard cakes at their birthdays.

Mirio would probably attempt to make the cake with the pup in question. They want more chocolate chips and sprinkles? Then they get more chocolate chips and sprinkles. It's their birthday after all!! Mic probably does that too lol

Tamaki buys one or gets a friend to bake it because no thanks.

Aizawa delegates if he can. It's up to the other parent to order or bake one, as long as there's a cake at the end of the day, he doesn't care. Shiggy also delegates. Or maybe he blackmails or threatens someone into doing it if he's invested enough lol.

Dabi bakes a simple cake by himself. If he's got a pup, then he's committed to giving them the love he was never shown. And he probably can't afford a professional cake unless his alpha makes a lot more money than him.

Denki is banned from baking cakes.

[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part eight

More lore! Work and life have kept me busy busy busy but trust I am still here for this fic and will be finishing it! (Also if you can't tell I started writing this fic after I first watched the Seaver episodes and thought I can write this so much better and with so much more angst)

Warnings: Rossi being Rossi, Hotch doing something he really shouldn't be doing but he thinks it's justified and maybe it is so who's to say if he's in the wrong!

You first knew something was different about your dad when you were ten.

There were the usual, obvious things that confused you as a kid. Like when he’d go away for long stretches of time, only to return like nothing had happened and act like he was never gone at all. Or when he’d return with these extravagant gifts, as if that made up for the birthday party he missed, or the big recital. Or when you heard your parents arguing, your mom tearfully asking if there was someone else, and screaming “I don’t believe you!” when your dad insisted there was no one.

There are the less obvious things that confuse you now, things you look back on when you want to analyze his behavior. Why he traveled so far to find his victims, why he tried to live a double life, why he did any of it at all. You dip your hands into the memories day after day and each time you come up empty handed. Why did he let you get kidnapped, only to help them find you? Was he ever behind your kidnapping at all? You don’t know. You’ll never know.

Even if you could ask him, you don’t know that you would. Your mom picked you up, changed your name, and moved you away for a reason. She gave you a fresh start. She’s the reason you are where you are, and you’re not going to throw that away. 

You had no idea Rossi worked on your father’s case all those years ago. You knew the BAU had gotten involved briefly at one point, but not who. 

What are the odds and what kind of bad luck streak do you have to have to be working with one of the investigators who helped catch your father?

The ceiling offers you no answers. You left the precinct as quickly as you could, wanting to take a hot shower and crawl in bed and pretend to be asleep when Hotch or Rossi inevitably knocks on your door later.

Rossi knows. He must. Why else would he look at you like that? And if he does, how long has he known? Has he told Hotch? Would he tell Hotch, or would he keep it quiet? Does he know that part of your file is sealed? Does he know you discussed it with Strauss, keeping that part of your life sealed because it isn’t relevant, not after all the work you did to create a separate life?

You’re going to make yourself sick if you keep asking this many questions, but how are you supposed to stop? 

You’ve worked too hard to create a life completely separate from your father to let it all unravel like this. You knew it was risky going into this line of work, let alone the BAU, but with a name change and two decades worth of distance, you thought it was deep enough in the past. You thought you had buried it far enough below the surface.

You cannot afford to have it haunt you like this, to interfere with your work so badly that you flee. You have to figure this out. And you have to get yourself under control.

+++

Hotch and Rossi are, like most nights, the last two at the precinct, trying to squeeze out some final leads before calling it a night. They don’t get far, and it’s Rossi who caves, saying they should get some rest for once. Hotch is quicker than usual to agree.

“What was that about earlier? About The Strangler?” Hotch asks. “Since you worked it, do you think we have a copycat on our hands?” 

It’s a poor excuse for a subject change, and Rossi is onto him in a second.

He shakes his head. “No, we don’t.”

Hotch grabs his cup and heads for the door. “And…Y/N? She seemed shaken up.”

Rossi raises an eyebrow, changing the subject slightly. “You two seemed to be getting along today.”

Hotch lets out a laugh as they exit the precinct. “We’ll be back to our usual selves tomorrow, probably, don’t worry.”

“I hope not,” Rossi says, rounding the car to hop in the passenger side. “You’re the only people who like to hear you two bickering, you know.”

Hotch rolls his eyes, sticking the keys in the ignition. “I don’t like arguing with her. She just insists on it.”

“And you push her buttons.”

“I don’t try to.”

Rossi only smiles to himself, always happy to rile Hotch up in whatever way he can, especially when it comes to you. It’s too easy to do it.

Rossi is able to convince Hotch to head back to the hotel, but not to grab a drink at the bar.

“I think I’m just gonna head to bed,” Hotch says, pausing outside the elevator. “You should too.”

“I will,” Rossi smirks, though he turns toward the bar anyway, nodding to Hotch as he presses the up arrow for the elevator.

Rounding the corner, Rossi finds a familiar face perched on a bar stool, nursing a glass of red wine.

He watches you briefly, gauging whether you’d like to be left alone. He can’t tell. He decides to slide onto the stool next to you, waving the bartender down to order two fingers of whiskey.

You won’t look at him. You won’t look anywhere other than your wine, but you knew Rossi and Hotch had come back. You could hear Hotch’s voice from the lobby, your body tense as you prepared for them both to make their way here and see you not at all asleep like you said you’d be.

You meant to sleep. But your mind was wide awake, and before you knew it, you were dragging yourself downstairs for a glass of wine, hoping the alcohol would tire you out.

And now, apparently, the price you’ll pay is a conversation with Rossi.

Seeing as he’s here alone, you figure there’s no sense in hiding behind cryptic sentences and silence. Better to rip the band-aid off now, while no one else is around.

“How long have you known?” you ask, studying the stem of your glass instead of looking him in the eye.

The bartender sets Rossi’s whiskey down in front of him. Rossi nods to him, and hands a black card over. “Another glass of red for her, please. On me.”

You swirl the remaining swallow of wine in your glass before downing it. The bartender replaces it with a silent smile before leaving you both alone.

Rossi takes a sip of his whiskey, studying the array of liqueurs along the wall across from him. “Do you remember meeting me?”

It’s not an answer to your question and it confuses you. “Yeah? You told me ‘good luck’ with Hotch because I was late.”

“No,” Rossi shakes his head with a fond smile, turning his head to look at you. “You were young.”

You wrack your brain, trying to remember when you might’ve met him. You come up empty, but you’re not surprised that you don’t remember. Your memories are hazy at best from those times, but the few you do remember are vivid. Just none of them include David Rossi.

“It was brief,” Rossi says, taking your silence for the answer it is. “After we had found you, and we needed to talk to your mom about some of what your dad admitted to while we had him in custody while we searched for you.”

That day comes back to you in fits and starts, flashes here and there. A much younger David Rossi floats into your mind, but with no words to accompany him, except—

“Didn’t you offer me a cup of coffee?”

He laughs quietly. “I did. I was trying to lighten the mood.”

“It worked,” you say, remembering with a smile. You pause. “So you’ve known the whole time?”

He shakes his head. “I thought I recognized you the first day, but I ignored it. It wasn’t until tonight that it clicked all together. You are twenty years older, you know.”

“Hey,” you feign hurt, punching him lightly in the arm. “You too, old man.”

“Don’t remind me,” he chuckles, taking another sip of his whiskey. “Have you told Hotch?”

You practically snort into your wine glass. “God, no.” You pause to take a long sip, needing it to steel your nerves. “Only Strauss knows, because she saw my background check before I asked to have some of it sealed. My father and original name were part of what I decided to have redacted.” You take a deep breath. “My mom moved us away and changed our last names for a reason. A fresh start. A new life without being haunted by what my father did.”

Rossi nods slowly. “Well you’ve got everyone suspicious after how you acted earlier.”

You grimace. “I know.” Not your finest moment.

“Why not get it over with and tell everyone?” Rossi asks. “Or at least Hotch?”

You roll your eyes. “He’ll look at me differently.”

“Will he?” Rossi argues gently. “How do you know?”

You give Rossi a look. “Because I know him.” 

Rossi hums. He doesn’t need to say anything to prompt you to continue.

“He already hates that I’m here — as if working with him is any better — and I’m sure he’s looking for any reason he can to tell Strauss to get rid of me,” you scoff. “The last thing I need is him saying I’m unfit for the job just because I’m a little shaken up at a random mention of the man who nearly killed me and my mother.”

Rossi goes still beside you, turning his head slowly.

You sigh, finishing off your second glass of wine. “You’re telling me none of you suspected he had tried anything with my mom and me?”

Rossi shakes his head. “We were never told otherwise, and your mom—”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug. “She loved him.”

Rossi frowns at your dismissal, resting his hand on the bar, but not touching you. “No one will fault you if you need time.”

“I’ve had two decades of time, Rossi,” you cry, placing your forehead in your hand. “I thought that was long enough.”

This time, he does reach for you, resting a hand gently on your shoulder. He’s never seen you this broken up, not even when you were thirteen, after they found you, when they all expected you to be upset. You were put together back then, your brain having not had any time to process it all. Now, you’ve had the time to process, you’ve lived your life in between, and it still haunts you. Because it always will. Because these things don’t just go away, no matter how badly you want them to.

“It’ll always be hard,” Rossi says. “I’m sorry I can’t say it goes away.”

You snort, burying your face further into your hand. “I wish it would. He’s dead, I wish he’d stop following me around.”

“You couldn’t have chosen a different career?” Rossi teases, shaking your shoulder a bit before letting go.

It does make you laugh, because he’s right. “I know. What was I thinking?” Your mother tried talking you out of it, but you never listened. She eventually came around to the idea after she heard you talk about how much you loved helping people, but it always worried her somewhat.

“I have no idea,” Rossi says, smiling around his whiskey as he finishes it off. “I’m having another, would you like one?”

You shake your head, sitting up. “No, no…I should actually go to bed now, I think, but thank you. For the wine and the uh, conversation.”

“Anytime,” Rossi says, squeezing your shoulder one more time. “Get some rest.”

“You too,” you give him a pointed look, eyeing the new whiskey the bartender sets down.

“I’ll sleep good after this,” he picks up the glass, raising it toward you.

You roll your eyes as you head back toward the elevator, strangely feeling lighter — and not because of the alcohol. You’ll begrudgingly admit, talking it out with Rossi helped.

But that doesn’t mean talking to Hotch about it will have the same effect.

+++

Back in his hotel room, Hotch takes a shower and crawls into bed. He tosses and turns for an hour, staring a hole into his eyelids. He gets up to take a walk around the room, hoping it’ll help. All it does is make him pause when he spots his briefcase, knowing what lies inside.

The files he asked Garcia to pull weren’t unusual. Just your background check, with one condition. To unseal whatever was hidden. 

Because he had thought it was odd for you to have parts of it sealed, let alone that Strauss agreed to let you. But it wasn’t something he particularly wanted to argue with Strauss about. 

After seeing you stop breathing entirely at the mention of The Strangler — an obscure case, one truly infamous only to Reid and his eidetic memory — Hotch is worried. That’s the only name he can think of to give the feeling swarming in his chest.

He’s worried about one of his agents, and dammit, he feels like that is a justifiable enough reason to do some digging. If it concerns the well-being of one of the agents he oversees, he wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t try to get to the bottom of it. Even if they seem hellbent on keeping it hidden.

That’s all the convincing he needs to do for himself before he walks over and snatches his briefcase off the desk, opening it with a click. 

Your file lies right where he left it, along with Penelope’s sticky note. Her gel writing makes him pause.

Should he be reading this?

What’s his alternative, though? Asking you outright? That will only start a fight, or worse, you’ll quit on the spot. You’ve made it clear that you don’t want to tell him what’s going on, and if he pushes too far, you’re both liable to say things you can’t take back.

This is better. It’s going behind your back, but it’s better. Is it really betraying your trust if it’s clear you don’t trust him? You don’t even like him, which you have made abundantly clear. 

You seemed to open up a little to him today, but that doesn’t mean tomorrow you won’t be right back to the way you were yesterday. There’s no way to know for sure.

So, Hotch stops the back and forth, and pulls the file out, flipping to the second page. Then the third. Then to what was sealed.

The words jump out at him too fast for him to understand them, his heart thundering in his ears as he reads.

Your name — the one he knows you by — is not what you were born with. Well, your first name is, but your middle and surname are changed entirely. Your original surname was Adkins.

Adkins. Like—

His eyes scan further, finding the inevitable on your birth certificate. Your father. Carson Adkins.

You were fourteen when your names changed. Fourteen when you moved to Washington state. Fourteen when your mother changed her surname, too, back to her maiden name — the one you now have. Fourteen when your life started over.

Because when you were thirteen, Carson Adkins, The Strangler, threatened to end it.

[potatoplace]

Gorgeous

Azriel x Reader, Reader x OC

kinktober day 8 | cheating, unprotected sex

kinktober '24 masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: Your boyfriend is everything you'd ever wanted in a partner. But ever since you had met his best friend a month ago, you couldn't help but feel that you were fighting a losing battle against your attraction to him. And you lost, big time.

Warnings: smut, cheating, unprotected sex aaaand I think that's it

Words: ~2k

Author's Note: here's day 8! I like dirty dirty Az who's willing to defile his bestie's girl. I hope you guys like it tooooo (it's really not that filthy, I don't think lol) Part 2 of this will be out on Day 22 of Kinktober!

18+ only pls

💙🤍💙🤍💙

You were going to hell.

You were sure of it.

How could you not? You have such an amazing, caring boyfriend. Gabriel is everything you had ever hoped for in a partner, and you felt so lucky to have stumbled into him in a café that fateful day, four months ago.

And you felt so, incredibly cursed for the past month, since you had met Gabe’s best friend, Azriel.

Gabe had introduced you to all of his friends at one their birthday parties, where you had met Azriel for the first time.

From the moment you set eyes on him, you were entranced. That kind of beauty on a man was simply unfair, especially paired with his height and toned, muscular physique. His hazel eyes had met yours with a fire burning in them, hot enough you felt you might combust from his gaze alone.

And then his voice. It was like a lover’s whisper in the dead of night, sending heat to your face and core every time you heard him speak, no matter how many times you saw him.

Thankfully, Gabriel hadn’t noticed a thing about your… odd… reactions to his best friend, and instead was overjoyed at the sight of the two of you getting along.

But if he could see you now… in this moment… you thought he might be rather disgusted with the both of you, possibly never even want to see either of you again.

Because right now, Azriel had you pinned against the wall outside of the bar the three of you had come to, his tongue down your throat and a hand up your shirt, squeezing your breasts and pinching at your nipples.

You broke away from Az, panting. “Az, we should sto-”

Azriel’s mouth was on your neck, sucking lightly enough to not leave a mark, but more than enough to drive you wild and stop your speaking mid sentence.

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, whether you were trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren’t sure.

He made the choice for you, pulling away from your neck to rest his nose against yours, his hand abandoning its post under your shirt to tangle in your hair instead.

“Text Gabe and tell him you aren’t feeling well and you’re catching an cab home, doll,” Azriel told you, his other hand fishing in your jeans pocket for your phone and waving it in front of your face. “Do it and we can continue, preferably with less clothes on.” You grabbed your phone from his hands, half in a daze as you typed out a text to your boyfriend, thumb hovering over the send button for a moment before Azriel leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Send it and I’ll make your legs shake so badly you can hardly stand in the morning.”

Your thumb pressed down before you fully made the decision, sealing your fate as Azriel pulled you towards his motorcycle, strapping a helmet onto your head and climbing on in front of you.

The ride was quick, only a few minutes separating the bar from your apartment which Azriel navigated to easily. He tugged you off of his bike and inside your building, and you quickly led him up he stairs and to your apartment door.

You paused with the key in the door, looking to Azriel. “Are you sure we could be doing this?”

Azriel merely smirked down at you and smacked your ass before turning the key for you and pushing you inside.

And you knew it was over.

Azriel was carefully but speedily unbuttoning your shirt, tossing it on the floor once he was done. Next he unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your thighs, letting you step out of them after toeing off your shoes. He eyes looked you up and down, an appreciative and hungry look in them as he took in your sapphire blue matching underwear.

His favorite color.

“Were you hoping for this to happen, doll?” He asked, voice low as he approached you. “Did you wear this set just for me?” The fingers of his right hand slipped under the strap on your left shoulder, rubbing against your skin. “Hmm?”

You blushed heavily, but nodded your head anyways.

There was a reason you would be going to hell, after all. Crushing so hard on your boyfriend’s best friend that even the lingerie you picked out was picked out for his tastes, what you thought would drive him mad to see you in.

Azriel smirked, happy that you confirmed what he already suspected. “Good girl.”

Your knees turned to jello beneath you, making you lean into his touch to not fall over. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and asked, with more boldness than you thought you were capable of, “Did I pick the right one, Az?”

His hands moved to cup your ass, pulling you up against his body, you hips slotting against his and legs wrapping around him, clear evidence of his arousal resting against you.

“Of course you did, doll. Blue is my favorite after all, along with my favorite girl inside of it.”

His words made you flush even further, if it was possible.

You didn’t let yourself think about them too much, though. That was more danger than you could handle.

“Now, bedroom?” Azriel asked, still holding you tightly in his grip. You directed him to the doorway, giggling when he tossed you down onto the bed gently, prowling over you in the next moment. He claimed your lips in a kiss, gentler than you had expected.

One of his hands was already wandering to underneath your back, undoing the clasp while your lips were still moving together. He pulled your bra off of you, baring your chest to his greedy eyes, and a moment later his mouth.

“Ah!” You cried out as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking on it lightly before moving to the next, his hand replacing the warmth of his mouth and kneading your sensitive flesh. Your hands rested in his hair, tugging lightly on it when his teeth scraped over your nipple. “Az,” you whined, your hips bucking into the air, desperate for friction. He chuckled lowly against your skin before releasing your nipple and hovering above you once more.

“What, doll? What are you needing from me?”

You hesitated for a moment before deciding that if you were already going to hell, you might as well have a great trip on the way down.

“I need your cum, Az,” you whispered into the space between you, your heartbeat increasing when you saw Az’s lips curl into a feline smile.

“Is that it? You need me to cum in that tight little cunt of yours, doll?” Your face felt like it was on fire as you nodded, damning yourself further.

“Then you won’t be needing these,” Azriel said, tugging your panties down your hips and off of your legs, tucked into the pocket of his coat.

Which he was still wearing. You hadn’t even noticed how utterly bare you were compared to him, so lost in the overwhelming desire that he filled you with whenever you were near him.

But it didn’t matter, as he was shedding his coat now, quickly followed by his shirt, pants and boots, leaving him bare in front of you.

Which allowed you a good first look at his cock, longer and wider than Gabriel was, the head already leaking a small bead of precum.

“I’m not sure you’ll fit…” You admitted quietly, eyes still taking in the size of him.

Azriel merely smiled at you before climbing back on the bed and between your spread legs.

“We’ll make it fit, doll. Don’t you worry,” Azriel reassured you as he lined the head of his cock up with the glistening entrance of your cunt. “So wet for me, pretty thing,” Azriel said as he sank the first, glorious inch into you.

Your breath caught at the stretch, just barely on the edge of pain as he forged his way inside of you, slowly but surely.

You could hardly believe that he fit when he bottomed out, your hips flush together as he gave you a moment to adjust to the absolute fullness you felt.

“Breathe, doll. In and out for me,” Azriel coaxed, and you realized that you hadn’t taken a breath since he had stilled inside of you. You did as he said, small gasps leaving you as the intake of air made you feel impossibly fuller.

And then he moved.

Each delicious drag of his cock against your inner walls had your thighs clenching around him, every time he pulled out you only wanted him fully inside of you again, addicted to the feeling of him filling you completely already.

You were putty in his hands, melting into every touch that he gave you, arching into his chest when his thumb brushed against your clit once, twice.

“Fuck, Az, I’m gonna-” your words were cut off by a loud cry as you came, squeezing around him and shaking slightly underneath him.

“That’s it, baby girl, that’s it,” Azriel sighed in your ear as you rode out your high, his thumb still rubbing gentle circles on your clit and his hips slowly pumping in and out of you. “You’re going to give me another, right doll?” He asked once you had opened your eyes again, meeting his intense hazel gaze. You bit your lip, pretending to consider turning him down.

But once careful thrust of his hips hit the sensitive spot within you, angled just right to draw a moan from your lips.

“That’s what I thought,” Azriel said with a smug smile before leaning down to kiss you again. “You want my cum after all, right?”

You nodded your head eagerly, beyond caring about preserving any of your dignity in front of the man. “Please, Az,” you begged, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. “I need your cum.”

A wicked grin graced the male’s lips as his hips picked up their pace, more than excited to defile his best friend’s girlfriend in this way.

After all, he knew that you and Gabriel always used a condom.

He was the one that got to claim you in the best, most primal way.

So he rubbed your clit faster, angling his hips up into the spot that had you moaning with each thrust, your cunt fluttering around him. He leaned down and nudged your head to the side, latching his mouth onto your throat as he gave a few hard, finishing strokes, the two of you falling over the edge together, your walls milking every last drop of cum that Azriel had to give.

The two of you were panting, basking in the warmth of each other for a few minutes before Azriel pulled out of you, falling to your right side and pulling you with him so that the two of you were laying on your sides, facing each other.

His hand gently stroked across your cheek, and your eyes fluttered shut at the softness in his touch.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” He asked you softly, running his thumb over your cheekbone.

You sighed in contentment. “Good…”

He was smiling softly at you when you opened your eyes. “If you ever want to feel good again, just let me know, doll.”

You giggled quietly at him. “How about in an hour?” You suggested, giggling again when Azriel rolled the both of you so he was on top of you again.

“I think I can wait an hour, doll. In the meantime…” His lips covered yours, more calmly than earlier.

“Mm, I think I like that idea…” You whispered against his lips when you parted.

Off in the distance, you heard a phone ring.

You would have gotten up to get it… But Az’s lips were so soft against yours, a temptation too impossible to resist.

Whoever it was, they could wait.

General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff

[pupyuj]

[cw: exhibitionism, g!p, humiliation, degradation, choking, dubcon, breeding]

to all those that liked the stalker!yujin thought.. this is for ya'll ✊️✊️ we are expanding the universe 😭😭😭 BUT UMMMMM HAPPY BIRTHDAY WONY???? 😍💞💞💞💞 it's a shame i don't have an actual fic for her special day...

hehe.. you've heard of voyeurism yujin now get ready for exhibitionism wonyoung 😏😏

wwhat if wony was like, your uber-rich two-faced friend who always has shit to say about you behind your back because you are, admittedly, a huge fucking whore but you keep her around bcs she's the only person who would be honest with you about everything and bcs she's hot, duh.

she keeps you with her for the same reason too, and bcs she wants to fuck you. again, duh.

wony has always had her eyes on you,, whenever you guys spend time together all she wants to do is drag you inside a bathroom stall and ruin you against the door :(( or maybe you guys are watching a movie,, sometimes she just wants to reach over and play w your pussy until midnight 😩😩 but her pride gets in the way and she settles with just glaring daggers at the back of your head, even though she so badly wants you begging for her cock 💔

so when she hears about this 'hot neighbor' of yours that fucked you in your bedroom in the party that you organized with wonyoung... yeah, she was pissed. like wdym you ditched her for some creepy loser??? her, jang wonyoung, your friend (kind of) who can fuck you so much better???

"i'm bored. i think i'll call her over when you go home. when are you going home, by the way?"

"what, are that much of a slut that you can't go a day without being filled up with dick? ...by her?" you were used to wonyoung doing a sudden 180 and turning into a mean bitch towards you for no reason, but something about this one felt different. bcs you actually felt threatened, and also bcs she was right in front of you. way too close.

"you could say that." you joked with a smile.

wonyoung chuckles mockingly. yeah, she was done hearing about this neighbor.

"allow me, then." and suddenly she was on top of you, one hand holding your wrist in a tight grip above your head and the other palming your pussy through your shorts,,, she's kissing you roughly, tasting her strawberry-flavored chapstick on your tongue and moaning when she softly nibbles on your bottom lip,,

before you knew it, your shorts and panties were off and wony was teasing your entrance with her fingers,,, not even putting her digits inside you, just rubbing them against your folds and drenching it with your slick :((( she was surprisingly strong too,, you couldn't pull yourself out of her grip no matter how hard you tried,, "don't resist me, (y/n). you know you want this." she's saying while kissing your neck :((

dudbfndkf finally seeing your friend's big dick when she pulled her skirt off ,,, as wrong as this was, you couldn't help but be turned on out of your mind,, and wonyoung noticed that look in your face,, a look she knows well bcs she has always watched you, and she knows when you wanna get fucked 😳😳 wony now pinning both of your hands down on the bed so you can't push her off when she climbs on top of you,, "see? this isn't so bad." she was grinning widely, finally getting what she deserved all this time!!

both of your wrists held up by wonyoung while she teased your entrance with her tip 🫣 not finding it in yourself to fight anymore bcs deep down you wanted to see this though :(( nearly screaming when she forces her length inside you, she was so big :((( "i know you've taken bigger than this, slut. don't fucking act out on me." and then she's moving in and out of you slowly, watching your face as you tried your hardest not to show her that you were enjoying this... but she knew,,, you were nothing more than wonyoung's slutty best friend, (y/n), you were always gonna enjoy being fucked, consensual or not :((

wony making you suck on her thumb while she thrusting faster 😵‍💫 she looked so pretty on top of you,, but then you remember just exactly how she went about this entire thing you get turned off 😭 "think that neighbor of yours is watching? hm?" wonyoung glances at the window across your own. "let's give her a show, yeah?" and you started panicking bcs what the fuck did she mean by that??? luckily, you didn't have to be confused for long... wony simply pulls out of you and dragged you towards your window, where she pushed you against the glass and put your entire naked body on display to whoever may be watching.

(the curtains were drawn in the window across from yours, but you knew she was watching. she always is.)

"i'm gonna fuck you so hard... show that creep the kind of girl you're really into." wony slams her dick inside you, and doesn't waste any more time before pulling out and doing it again. you couldn't believe the pain and pleasure that came with it,, "a-and we're a perfect match, aren't we, (y/n)?? down to the way we—oh, god—the way w-we get off to being seen like this... fuck. i knew your pussy would be fucking sweet." wonyoung brings down her hand to your ass, grinning at the way it made you push into her more. you didn't know it was possible for her to go any faster than she already was, but she did it anyway,,, both of your moans got louder, you even failed to say her name properly... if someone from outside were to listen closely, they would probably hear you... and that just contributed more to wonyoung's sick obsession with showing you off like you were some prized possession, one that belonged to her...

she really was going to show everybody.

"i don't wanna compare... but i will anyway," you feel wony's slender hand secure around your neck, choking you slightly. "you weren't this loud when you were with her... i doubt you felt half as good.. i know you, (y/n). that's why i can fuck you the best. that's why only i can fuck you like no one can." she pulls you back into her by your neck and kisses your cheek, once again glancing across, "don't you agree, baby?" she whispered, tightening her grip on you slowly.

😵‍💫 ugh, she made you feel so good that you couldn't bring yourself to hate what she was doing,, "i'm gonna come inside you, okay? fill you up more than she ever can..." she finally releases your throat from her grip, moving her hands to your waist and uses your cunt as she pleases,,, her grunting and groaning on your shoulder, so focused on trying to breed you, so lost in the way you clenched around her,, she just knew she had to fuck you stupid soon,,, she was never going to let you fall into the wrong hands just like that!!

her whining too omg :(( she might have a big cock and an even bigger ego but she's still such a baby,, practically hugging you while fucking you,, eyes shut tightly and mumbling whatever,,

"you're so p-perfect, (y/n)... i'm a fucking bitch but.. fuck, you're everything..."

"she can't steal you away... n-no.. not from me...! you're my best friend, she's nothing... right? a-ahh..."

"i'm gonna come...! i'm gonna breed your pussy f-full, (y/n)... (y/n)!!"

and as promised, wony comes hard 😵‍💫😵‍💫 feeling her warm seed seep into your womb, as well as hearing her cute moans, made you come too :((( and wony was so proud of herself,,, taking some of your cum that trickled down your thigh and tasting it from her fingers,, "you're delicious, (y/n)." she says while kissing your shoulder :((( she was sweet for a bit until she gets irritated again at the thought of your neighbour,, but at least she has shown you that she was a better fuck than her!

(truth to be told, it was debatable. but you weren't going to tell wonyoung that. not unless you want to get fucked until sunrise. you were going to save that mess for later 😉)

sdkhdsjncjd BUT IMAGINE IF SHE LIKE... GETS A LITTLE COMPETITIVE??? wony having just pulled out of you, sitting on your bed while you were laying down trying to catch your breath from everything that had just happened,,, your heart dropping to your stomach out of both excitement and fear when she suggests a crazy idea...

"you said she was good, right? call her over so we can see who really deserves to fuck you." aaaaackkkk 😩😩🤤

[noirgl0w]

Rafe Cameron having a good relationship with your father.

For as long as your father could remember, he had had a friend: Ward Cameron. They had both grown up in the same area of the Cut, they had done everything together, They had gone to school together, in the summer they hooked up with girls who were friends so they could continue hanging out together, They skipped classes together, they were pogues, they lived like pogues and your father never thought that could change.

But his friend was greedy, Ward asked your father for help to form a company at the time, but he didn't want to, your father was a conformist, he always had been and he preferred the life of a pogue, working as a mechanic earning a pittance and being able to enjoy the carefree life.

This was a sentiment Ward did not share, and it caused the two to grow apart. Your father watched as Ward began to treat the pogues who had once been his friends badly: everyone except him. But your father was a loyal guy, and he didn't want anything to do with kooks with a superiority complex, so he cut off his friendship with Ward, Even so, he went to Tannyhill from time to time to work, he fixed Ward's yacht or car engine because Ward paid him good money, and he and you needed it.

But your father and Big John were good friends, so you grew up totally estranged from Ward Cameron, or his family, totally unaware of the fact that Ward and your father had once been friends.

John B was always your first and best friend, your brother, and after that came the rest of the pogues.

Your father always hoped that you would take down one of the pogues, not John B, because that would be strange since he was like your brother, but I do hope that one day you would introduce him to JJ or Pope as your boyfriends. Once he even asked you if you were a lesbian because he saw how you spent too much time with Kiara.

Speaking of Kiara, her kook year came around, and she introduced you to Sarah Cameron, before the two of you fell out you became very good friends.

At Sarah's birthday party, while you were waiting for Kiara to arrive (she never did) you ran into a boy with baby blue eyes who introduced himself as Rafe, Sarah's brother.

And believe me, you tried to get away from him once Sarah and Kiara argued, because Sarah was still your friend, and you knew the things she said about him, Rafe couldn't be a good person at all.

But he managed to fall in love with you, and you two started dating after Kiara and Sarah became friends again and left you aside, the big bad Rafe taking care of you and taking you for a tour of the island club, the place you swore you would never go.

Everyone could see how he was different with you, how his gaze softened every time he saw you, every time you gave him a shell that you had found on the beach and that had reminded you of him, every time you held his hand or you kissed him on the cheek when people were around because you're too embarrassed to kiss him on the lips.

Your father almost fainted when he found out you were dating Ward's son, because there was no way Rafe was a good influence on you.

And being one was not, he often took drugs, got drunk or got into fights in front of you, but every time you hinted at wanting to do something like that his answer was a resounding no.

When you introduced Rafe to your father, at a bonfire that your father's group of pogue friends had organized and where most of the partygoers from Kildare were present, he tried to do everything he could to make your dad like him, and surprisingly it worked.

A couple of conversations about how Rafe worked at Ward's company were enough for Rafe to discover that your father didn't like his, so he changed strategy.

Talking to your father was like talking to Kelce or Topper, only he was more blunt and a little more foul-mouthed. They spent the entire day talking about engines, the last national surfing competition, the next beach party. So much that you even got jealous that your dad and Rafey got along so well, because you also wanted attention from both of them :(

So now, every time Rafe comes home you have to drag him to your bedroom, because once your father and him start talking there's no one to stop them and you had to sit on the couch petting your dog because the two of them were talking about 'boy things' that you don't even care about!

You never meant to say that, but you're definitely jealous of your father.

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Rambles about an au I'll probably never fully write out

Contrary to popular vigilante assumption, the Red Hood does, in fact, have a civilian job. He actually really likes his job! It's super flexible, he sets his own hours, his own rates, is his own boss - heck he even likes a lot of his clients, and finds the conversations they fall into to be very grounding and comfortable.

It's also been a big help to his vigilante work to boot! After all, it's a hell of a lot easier to figure out what the sex workers in Park Row need and want when he himself is one of them.

A few of the Johns I've imagined for him:

Christie:

Serious and dour. Has a tendency to overstate her displeasure and only let slip the faintest of praise for what she actually likes

Thinks flirting is inane, incomprehensible, and demeaning. Almost wept with relief when someone tried to insult her by telling her she'd never find a husband and would only get laid if she was paying someone

They would never want to be friends with each other, but hold a mutual respect for each other's intelligence and general attitudes

Claims to hate gossip, has bitched about her coworkers so much between rounds of making out that Jason has highly detailed profiles on every member of her entire department whether he likes it or not

A regular

Jessica

Met him when her sorority hired him for a party (one of his least favorite jobs - handling 23 drunk people as a service worker is simply always going to be stressful no matter the industry)

Has changed majors like five times, perpetually finding herself

Generally pretty jovial and chill, though it took her a little while to get over her initial awkward towards him and his profession

As much as a client who doesn't know about your secret crime lord identity can be a friend, she's a friend

A regular

Devin

Jessica's friend

Complained about being a poor loveless virgin and jokingly asked to get laid with a tall hung goth guy for his birthday

Jessica is not one to let her friend's birthday wishes go unfulfilled!!

Dick actually walked in on Jason putting on his outfit for this - black and red plaid skirt and spiked black leather jacket over full body fishnets and chunky boots - but assumed/concluded it was for an undercover case. Jason feels weird about the way Dick seemed to assume he'd never do this for anything other than a case, like it was yet another price to pay for vigilante justice to prevail.

One time client

And lastly one that's kinda an offshoot from the original au, which I think works better as Jason having a genuinely separate social/civilian life that the other bats aren't involved with at all, but also I am weak to jaytim and comedy so here we are:

Tim Drake and Bernard Dowd... Kinda

Similar to Devin except he's talking about what kinda guy he'd want to lose his virginity with to Tim, who has a very obvious crush on him

"I'd really like my first time to be with someone with black hair and blue eyes, who's strong and driven and caring and looks so very hot on a motorcycle..."

Tim Very Badly Misunderstands these incredibly obvious hints bc he thinks to himself, "Hmm, who's the best, hottest guy that fits this description and that I could absolutely trust to treat my crush right 🤔???" and hires Jason, his other crush, contenting himself with going home after introducing them to go sit on his lonely cuck chair

"You know he meant you, right?"

"Nooooo, he couldn't've possibly meant me."

"So you definitely were trying to get into Tim's pants, right?"

"Yeah I was super trying to get with Tim. Did not even think I was being subtle."

They end up having a threesome about it

[marcelloshdz]

surprise party

summary: marcello pulling out all the stops to celebrate you on your big day. requested by anonymous. *b/f/n = best friend’s name 

“so, what are you doing for your birthday next weekend?” b/f/n asked as you both sat down to lunch. 

“i don’t know. i haven’t really thought much about it. i’ve had other things on my mind.” you shrugged. 

“y/n, come on. i’ve known you for years and know how much you love celebrating. what’s going on?”

“i really just wanted to spend it with marcello. we’re always together for our birthdays, but this is the first year that we wont be. he’s going out of town for some shows next weekend.” you sighed. 

“he can’t reschedule?” they asked, and you shook your head. 

“no. his shows were already rescheduled from last month because of some electrical or plumbing issues with the club or something. next weekend was the only weekend that was still available after all the other acts rescheduled their shows.”

“well then. i guess i’ll just take you out for your birthday next week. and i’ll make sure you have a blast.” b/f/n suggested, and you nodded in excitement. 

the week flew by and it was finally friday again. you were moping on the couch, sighing loudly while marcello was packing to leave. 

“y/n, please. i don’t want to leave like this.” he said, placing his bags by the door. he moved to sit next to you on the couch, pulling your chin to meet his gaze. “are you mad at me?” he asked, a small pout pulling on his lips. 

“no. i’m not mad at you. i’m upset that you’re leaving, but i’m not mad.” 

“i'm really really sorry. i tried my hardest to move things around to be here with you this weekend. what can i do to make it up to you?”

“put on your best shows this weekend. then come straight back home.” 

“deal.” he said with a smile. you shared a good bye kiss before he left, making his way to the airport to head to the city he was performing in this weekend. you went to bed early that night, resting up for a full weekend out you had planned with your friends. 

the next morning, you woke up to a bunch of texts from your family and friends, wishing you a happy birthday. you went to your text thread with marcello, reading his messages first. 

“happy birthday, mi amor. i wish so badly that i could be home with you, serving you breakfast in bed, and getting ready to take you out to celebrate. but i hope you know i’m thinking of you, and will be all day long. i love you so much, and i hope you still have the wonderful birthday that you deserve.”

“by the way, i did leave a gift for you hidden behind my clothes in the closet. it’s in a black box with a red bow. enjoy. 😉” 

“facetime me when you find it.”

you got out of bed and walked to the closet, rummaging through his clothes before finding the box. you sat down at your vanity, tapping on marcello’s contact to call him.

“good morning, baby.” he said excitedly when he answered. “happy birthday.”

“thank you, my sweet.” you talked for a little bit before marcello turned the conversation to your gift.

“alright, open your present.” he said, a wide smile on his face.

“okay, okay.” you laughed. you untied the bow, and lifted the lid. you removed the tissue paper to reveal a stunning pair of boots in your favorite color, ones that you’d been hinting at to marcello for months. you let out a loud gasp once the sight in front of you finally clicked in your head. “no! oh, these are beautiful.” 

“i figured once you put their picture on the fridge, it was safe to say you wanted them.” he laughed. 

“needed them, actually. and they fit perfectly.” you said as you slid them on. 

you and marcello were on facetime for a little bit longer before he had to start getting for his first show. he wished you another happy birthday, blowing a kiss through the screen before hanging up. 

later that afternoon, your friends came over to hang out before you went out that evening. you spent the afternoon watching movies, eating junk food, and enjoying your day being surrounded by people you loved. 

after dinner, you all finally started getting ready for your night out. you’d just finished doing your hair and makeup, when you stepped into your closet to decide on what to wear. you knew whatever you decided on needed to match your new boots perfectly. once you finally decided on your outfit, and were finished getting ready, you stepped into the living room to your awaiting friends.

they erupted in cheers and applause, hyping you up more than you could’ve asked for, or really wanted. but it was all in good fun. it was your birthday, and they wanted to make you feel special. 

you took a few shots before heading down to your uber and making your way to wherever your friends were taking you for the night. they ended up taking you to a five-star hotel, which you immediately protested to. 

“awe, come on. i don’t wanna drink at a hotel bar.” you whined. 

“well, good thing that’s not what we’re doing!” b/f/n said. they linked arms with you as you followed the rest of your group down a long hallway towards the hotel’s ballrooms. you finally stopped at one of them, slowly walking into it. the lights flicked on as soon as you stepped through the door, a loud “SURPRISE” erupting around you. 

“oh my god.” you said softly, barely above a whisper, fighting tears. your eyes bounced around the room, marveling over the decorations, including a large banner that read “happy birthday y/n” hung over the stage area. you were immediately engulfed in the crowd, friends and family giving you hugs and wishing you well. as you made your way through the crowd, you emerged on the other side, finally face to face with the mastermind of the evening. 

“marcello!” you cheered, falling into his arms and pressing a kiss to his lips. “what are you doing here?”

“you didn’t actually think i was gonna miss your birthday, did you?” he smiled down at you. 

“you did all of this?” you asked, and he blushed. 

“me and b/f/n. they helped me in ordering a lot of stuff so you wouldn’t get suspicious when party decorations started showing up at home. but i’ve been here all week helping set everything up.” 

“so you’ve been lying to me all week? you haven’t been working on your set for shows this weekend?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“nope. those shows were rescheduled for like, two months from now.” he shrugged. “i had the perfect alibi and you didn’t suspect a thing.” 

“i can’t believe you.” you laughed. “you’re too much.”

“never! you deserve the world, and it makes me happier than i can ever truly explain to be the one to give you the world.” he said with a smile.

“i love you.” you said.

“i love you.” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips.

the night was so absolutely wonderful, as you spent it celebrating with your favorite people. you still couldn’t believe that marcello would do all of this for you, and you could never be able to fully express how much you appreciated him.

as the night was winding down, you were getting ready to go when marcello pulled you into his arms. 

“where are you going?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“home? where else?” 

“i have a room for us upstairs. c’mon.” he took your hand in his, leading you to the elevator. you made your way upstairs, and down the hallway to the room. all of your gifts had already been brought up here, and marcello’s bags sat on the dresser.  you slid your shoes off and undid your hair, letting it fall loosely over your shoulders. 

“as much as i appreciate all of this, i can’t believe you made me sleep all alone the night before my birthday.” you sighed, falling onto the bed.

“i know, i’m sorry. but it was the only way i could pull all of this off.” he climbed into the bed with you, hovering over you before pressing a kiss to your lips. “mm, i have another gift for you.”  he said, moving back to the dresser. he rummaged around in his bag, pulling out a velvet box. he moved back over to you, placing the box in your hand. you flipped it open to reveal a diamond necklace with matching earrings. 

“oh my god, these are beautiful!” you said with a smile. marcello took the necklace out of the box, hooking it around your neck.

“perfect.” he smiled as the necklace rested on your chest.

“thank you, so much. today has been perfect, and you’ve made me feel so special. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to truly express how much i love and appreciate you.” 

“muñequita, you don’t have to thank me. it’s your birthday, and i love being able to spoil you. because you do the same for me. te amo muchisimo. para siempre.”

“i love you too.” you said softly. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. 

marcello quickly deepened the kiss, laying you down as his lips began trailing down your neck. you let out a soft moan, raising your head to expose more of your neck for marcello to explore. his fingers fumbled with the zipper of your dress, and you quickly shimmied out of his as marcello lifted his shirt over his head. he stood briefly, your eyes not leaving his body as he finished undressing in front of you. you wrapped your leg around his waist, pulling him back into you as your lips met his again.

the intimacy you shared in the moments that followed was as perfect as ever. the way your bodies intertwined and meshed together was more satisfying than you could ever put into words. marcello treated you like a queen, making sure every inch of you was taken care of, and every need was met.

the end of the night was an absolute perfect end to a perfect birthday. you loved marcello so much, and you felt so incredibly lucky that he loved you the same way. 

[fairlyang]

Mayor que usted II 🕷️

fooling around more with your dilf neighbor

w/c: 2.6K

pairing: dilf!neighbor x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. wet dreams, masturbation, he lives rent free in ur head, some cute fluff, confession, drags you somewhere, teasing, oral (m&f!receiving), face sitting hehe, almost caught again

part one ~ part three

A whole week has passed and you hadn't stopped thinking of Miguel's fingers at all. You were hoping, begging, praying he'd show up at your front door asking for you, to tell you he wants to play with you again.

But nope. nothing. nada.

Fortunately for you, your dads work friend who almost caught you and Miguel, was throwing a birthday party this weekend for one of his kids. Which one out of the six? You didn't know nor cared only caring to go because you knew Miguel would be there.

You hadn't stopped fantasizing about him, just wet dream after wet dream. You wanted him. You needed him so badly. 

You would finger yourself at night just hoping maybe he'd slip in through your window to fuck you. Pero no..

You also used one of your favorite dildos and pretended it was him. Your mind was all focused on him, you just couldn't help it. You missed how he talked to you and the way his fingers felt inside you. And the excitement and thrill when you almost got caught. It was exhilarating.

But worst of all you didn't see him at all. You thought maybe you'd see him watering his plants or mowing the lawn, hell getting his mail but he didn't go outside once.

Or at least you never saw him when peeking through your bedroom window while doing online uni work.

You thought you caught a glimpse of him helping Gabi in his car a few days ago but it was another neighbor. You might've groaned when you saw it wasn't him but you were just always so use to seeing him and occasionally flirting with him.

So after the longest week of your life, it was finally Saturday and you were getting ready to go to the party. It started an hour ago but knowing all the partygoers you knew they'd barely be getting right now too.

You took a peek out your window to see if Miguel was making any movement in his bedroom or by any of the downstairs rooms. Nothing again.

Maybe he's helping Gabi get dressed on the other side the house...

You sighed and went back to your dresser where you continued applying some eye makeup. You had already changed and chose to wear a red v neck bell sleeved blouse with a black skirt.

There was some breeze outside so you'd figure you'd wear some type of long sleeve. Even though you had a big feeling you'd just go back indoors to be with Miguel... fingers crossed anyway.

"Mija ya nos vamos a ir!!" Your mom yelled and you quickly yelled back, "okay!!!" (Honey we're about to leave!!)

You put on your favorite lip combo then leave everything on top of the dresser before grabbing your phone and run out of your door.

There was nothing more awkward than having to say hello to every single person at a party but if you did it by yourself? Even worse.

You went down the stairs and thankfully caught up to your parents who were already at the front door. Your mom handed you the birthday gift and you just scoffed, "es el amigo de el!" You motion to your dad and he shakes his head. (it's his friend!)

"Pero tu eres la joven-" (but you're the young one-)

"Y eso que??" (And what's that gotta do with anything??)

He groans and takes the bright pink colored gift bag and opens the door letting out a grunt. You chuckle and follow after him while your mom rolls her eyes at the both of you.

You walk up then wait for your mom on the sidewalk when you hear a door close behind you. You turn your head, eyes immediately lighting up as you saw Miguel leaving his house.

But not before grinning seeing little Gabi run up to you and your dad. You bent down as she ran towards you and she jumped up with an excited squeal as you caught her and carried her in your arms. "Como andas Gabi?" You asked and she grins showcasing that her front teeth are gone. (How are you?)

You exaggeratedly gasp and slap your right hand over your mouth as you put her on your hip, still carrying her with your other arm. "Ya te me estás creciendo." You say and pout, earning yourself the cutest little giggles from her. (You're already growing on me)

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and your dad motions for you to greet Miguel. You grin up at him and bring your right hand up so he can shake it. He was about to when your mom comes up and waves you off, "desde cuando saludas a la gente así?" (since when do you greet people like that?)

She gives Miguel a quick hug before kissing his cheek as he does the same. "Buenos modales mija." She says and turns her head to face you before giving you a warning look. (Good manners honey)

Damn- well you would've done it anyway but had to properly say hello to Gabi first....

"Bájame! Bájame! Saluda a mi papá, ya quiero ir a la fiesta!!" Gabi excitedly says and you do so. (Put me down! Put me down! Say hi to my dad, I wanna go to the party already!!)

You put her down and she immediately runs off to your next door neighbors house. You were so fucking lucky that Miguel lived next door and everyone was so friendly with each other so you'd always get the chance to see him at parties like this.

Miguel steps forward but your mom was already walking off anyway to make sure she'd enter safely. He sighs and your dad gives him a pat on the back as well as a hearty laugh, "no te preocupes tanto, ya sabes que está bien con nosotros." He tells Miguel and he visibly looks less nervous. (Don't worry so much, you know she'll be fine with us)

He then walks off as well leaving you all alone with Miguel. Finally.

You turn to look at your dad one more time as he went through the side door to go into the backyard. You turn to Miguel and step forward, leaning up and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek before pulling away. He raises an eyebrow at you and you just smile, "Buenos modales." You mock your mom making him chuckle. (good manners)

You then turn back and start walking towards the house. He follows suit and it almost seems like he wants to say something.

Maybe he did actually end up regretting it-

"No pienses lo más peor nena." He says making you turn to look at him. "Ahora tu te ves nerviosa." He adds and you bit your lip. Damn. (Don't think of the worst baby. Now you're the one that looks nervous)

You shrug and take a deep breath, "no me puedes culpar." (you can't blame me)

"No me arrepiento." He mumbles and you stopped. (I don't regret it)

You look up at him and see how sincere his eyes looked, "de verdad?" (really?)

He nods and smiles, "de verdad." (really)

"Y no te he podido de quitar de mi mente." He whispers leaning in sending a shiver down your spine. (And I haven't been able to get you out of my mind) 

But then the front door of the house bursts open and he quickly takes a step back. You both take a look and it was a hurdle of children running out to play in the front yard.

You both sigh and he motions for you to go inside first, you nod and walk the little pathway to the door before walking in with him right behind you.

He then grabs your hand and leads you to a door by the kitchen. He opens it and goes in first still holding your hand. He goes down the stairs with you behind him as you question what he was plotting.

He then opens a door in the basement, pulling you in before shutting the door and pushing you against the door immediately latching his lips to your neck.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you bit your lip trying to stay quiet as he kissed your skin hungrily. Suddenly you remember something and pull his head back, "you can't leave marks."

He groans and looks down at the blouse you're wearing, "tan hermosa." He murmurs and kisses down your neck down to your cleavage. (so beautiful)

You bite your tongue really wanting to stay quiet, just in case someone comes downstairs or something. But then he starts bringing down your blouse exposing the red lacy bra you decided to wear. Just to match with the blouse.

And he clearly loved it. He squeezed your tits over your bra and moaned at the sight. "Al fin." (Finally)

You squeezed your thighs together which instantly caught his attention so he brought a hand down to place between your legs. You spread your legs and he softly traced along your mound through your panties. "Lift your skirt up for me nena." He says and you quickly did, lifting it up so he can see all of you.

He groans at the sight and immediately dropped to his knees. He grabs onto the back of your thighs as he leaves a kiss along your covered slit. "Miguel por favor-" (please-)

"Que necesitas chiquita?" He coos and you whine. (what do you need baby girl?)

"Tu boca por favor." You moan and buck your hips forward but his hands stop you. (Your mouth please)

He hums and moves his hands to take off your little red thong, he slips them off and brings it down your legs but leaves a kiss on your inner thigh before you step out of them.

"Veremos." He mumbles then dives into your already soaked cunt. (We'll see)

His tongue immediately starts ravaging at your folds making you arch your back and let out a whimper. You then move back and stand against the wall to be somewhat balanced because you didn't trust yourself.

But yet his arms were still wrapped around you as he devoured you, it's all he's also been thinking about all week. Though for him he desperately wanted you sitting on his face. So he pulled away.

You looked down and were about to complain, then punch him in the arm when he quickly pulled you onto the bed. He sat down next to you before he quickly laid down flat on his back.

You looked at him confused until he gave you a look and you instantly understood. Oh.

You bite your lap and straddle him then move your body up until you were hovering over his chest. He gave you another look until he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down. "Fucking sit down." He demanded and you gulped.

You didn't wanna crush him-

"Nena hazlo, no me hagas repetirlo." He groans and you finally sit, your cunt directly on his mouth. (Baby girl do it, don't make me repeat myself)

"Oh fuck-" you moan out and straighten up, feeling as Miguel's tongue glides over every inch of you.

You looked down at him and he was already looking at you as his mouth came up to suck on your clit gently while maintaining eye contact with you. You brought a hand down to play and tug on his hair as he ate you out to absolute perfection.

You'd never sat on a man's face before, most guys you've been with were just that, guys. They weren't men and weren't talented enough like you needed them to be.

Which is why you were so grateful you found the perfect replacement for all those shitty men you slept with to get your dirty mind off Miguel.

But in the meantime you shook your thoughts away and realized you were now moving your hips back and forth against his mouth. Which just felt so fucking good.

Suddenly you realize you really want to cum while he was inside you so you pulled away, or at least tried to but his arms were still hooked around your thighs. "Miguel- M-Miguel stop- please." You said and he immediately did.

He let go of you and you immediately climb off him only to snake down his body. "What are you-"

"I just wanna cum when you're inside me." You say matter-of-factly, making him moan as you were now directly on his bulge.

You grinded your hips against him, bare pussy against his pants. Maybe not the brightest idea but who cares?

You then continued down until you were between his legs and your face was right by his hard on. You palmed him through his pants but didn't want to wait any longer so you hastily took off his pants and slid his boxers off.

Your eyes widen seeing his size, not expecting him to be so girthy but also long. His tip was already leaking precum so you just got to work and immediately took him in your mouth after spitting on it. You might as well have been drooling by just how much you loved his cock.

So you took him in to your mouth and took as much of him as you could on your first try, about halfway but still not enough. You wanted to take all of him.

So you did, you moved your head back and forth then went all the way making sure he hit the back of your throat before you quickly pulled away and let the drool slip from your mouth and onto your chest.

He moaned and brought a hand down to your face, he lightly stroked your cheek before he grabbed onto your hair. You took that as your sign and slipped him back into your mouth, taking him better now. Making sure he filled up your throat.

Suddenly you feel his thighs shaking and you move faster making sure he hit the back of your throat every single time. He moans louder and gripped onto your hair tightly, somewhat guiding you and making you take him deeper.

Then finally you feel him cum, his load going straight down your throat as you made sure to take every drop he gave you. You pull away and hold on to his dick gently and leave small kisses on the tip.

You both sit in silence and as you finally catch your breath and look up at him, sticking your tongue out so he knows you swallowed every drop when footsteps come down and he quickly gets up and locks the door, standing by it.

You quickly put on your clothes and pray for the best because it would be really bad if you were caught here with Miguel.

Suddenly the footsteps come straight to the door and the doorknob wiggles. "Esta ocupado!" Miguel says and you feel your heart racing again. (It's occupied!)

"Miguel? Güey eres tu?" A man speaks from the other side of the door and you recognized it to be yet another neighbor. (Dude is that you?)

"Si, si soy yo." He answers reluctantly and sighs as you fix the straps of your bra. (Yes, yes it's me)

"No me digas-" (don't tell me-)

"Ya chingate pendejo!" Miguel groans and you cover your mouth to not laugh. (Fuck off dumbass)

"Okay okay!" The man laughs and the footsteps go back up again.

He sighs and turns to you but you speak up first, "hasta la próxima?" (until next time?)

He just nods and you frown, "te prometo que valdrá la esperada." He says and walks over to you, gently grabbing your face in his hands. (I promise that it'll be worth the wait)

"Okay te creo... pero me debes." You say and wrap your arms behind his neck. (I believe you... but you owe me.)

"Te daré lo que me pidas, hermosa." He says and pecks your lips softly. (I'll give you whatever you ask for, beautiful)

[giannaheartspink]

“The look of love”

Synopsis: the one where Shauna shipman is so utterly in love with you but she can’t bring herself to admit in front of people. This is based off the song No.1 party anthem

“The look of love”

Whenever Shauna saw you in the stands of her soccer games this bubbly feeling arose in her stomach her cheeks burned and a smile would adorn her face the whole time she was playing she wanted to impress you so badly every time she made a goal she would look back at you with the cutest little face and she would stare at you for a few seconds too long just admiring how you looked in her jersey she felt a sense of pride seeing you rise to clap and scream her name she would smirk at the other girls knowing they didn’t have you screaming their name

“The rush of blood”

You had been invited over to Shauna's house to work on your English project you guys were assigned to though the papers had long been forgotten and pushed to the floor as Shauna pulled you deeper into her lap and the kiss her skin felt like it was on fire your lips were so sweet she couldn't get enough she loved the smell of your perfume it made her heart beat too fast she felt like it was going to burst your little giggle after she accidentally bit your lip didn’t help as you run your fingers through her hair you pulled away to admire her big brown eyes you dragged her hand up to your chest to feel how fast your heart was beating she drew you back into the kiss

The “she's with me’s”

Shauna had invited you to one of her teammates Lottie's party you had decided to wear the dress she loved on you so much and for good reason it made you look ethereal before you guys left her room she pulled you close to her and made you look in the mirror as she whispered in your ear “I was made to worship you” you smiled and pulled her out the door as you guys arrived Shauna realized that other people thought you looked otherworldly as well after you guys downed a few drinks she frowned as Lottie approached you “I love your dress it fits you well” Lottie spoke as she looked you up and down Shauna quickly pulled you into her “she's with me Matthews” she slurred aggravated with peoples attention on her girl

“The Gallic shrug”

Before heading to shaunas game you two had gone up to her room Shauna said to help her warm up but the truth was you looked too good in her jersey as you were deep in the kiss shaunas hands on your waist a loud pound on the door was heard she quickly pushed you off of her “Shauna come on” jackets voice yelled muffled from the door “coming” she yelled back as you three reached the game the girls were talking about relationships they turned to Shauna and asked “do you have your eyes on anyone Shipman?” she shrugged and responded “no ones caught my eye” your eyes widened your heart dropping to your stomach you felt stupid so utterly stupid you nodded and excused yourself when you were far away enough you allowed the tears to stream down remembering the kiss you shared half an hour ago

“The shutterbugs”

Shauna had received a camera for her birthday she had only taken a picture of one thing you no matter what it was that you were doing she would take out her camera and snap a picture when you had spilled ice cream and had a pout looking up at Shauna she laughed and took out her camera after a long day your hair was messy as you sprawled out on shaunas bed a frown on your face she ran a finger down your nose and took out her camera she had printed them in secret hiding them in her room deleted them off her camera you frowned instead of feeling pride seeing their hiding place you looked back at Shauna on her bed writing in her journal your eyes glazing over she looked up at you “hold on you look so pretty like that” she took out her camera wiping a stray tear from your cheek snapping the picture

“The camera plus”

A girl from the photography club had decided to make you her muse no matter what class you were in or who you were with what face you were making she would snap a picture she would say you were like a poem written by the stars Shauna grumbled each time she saw her approach you guys with her camera the girl would print the pictures she showed you off hung them around the school you felt pride Shauna felt rage seeing her girl being pictured by someone who wasn't her causing an argument “we're not together Shauna remember no ones caught your eye at least she isn't afraid to show me off” you spit out “you know I can't reveal us baby” she whispered looking around making sure no one heard you you scoffed “there's no us Shauna” you responded while walking away

[huckleberrykai]

txt ~ squish

pairing: txt x fem!reader scenario: how txt react to their chubby!gf in a tight/revealing outfit warnings: very suggestive, reader is chubby, mentions of insecurity in gyu's n yeonjun's notes: THBAKU PEACH FOR SUGGESTING THIS i was just gonna do little thoughts but brain went brr so here's some proper hcs! i hope u like :3

soobin:

he gets so shy

it's your 5th date and soobin is absolutely smitten with you - confident that this time around he's gonna at least kiss you.

but then you turn up wearing the cutest tight little off shoulder cropped shirt with lacy detailing.

he thinks its absolutely adorable, but he can't help but let his eyes wander to your plush chest spilling out of the top and your squishy belly poking out between the shirt and your jeans waistband. your thighs look so cute too, squished and plushy in the skinny denim trousers.

he just wants to squish you so badly

it's all he can think about for most of the date, and once it's over he wants to kill two birds with one stone.

standing on your porch not wanting to leave, soobin finally goes in for the kiss - which is of course happily reciprocated !

his hands land on your waist... until one starts to wander to hover over your tummy - feather light loving touches that you lean into.

when you break away from the kiss he still doesn't let go, one hand on your waist keeping you close while he caresses your squishy centre. he can't help but give you another peck, whispering against your lips~

"you're so cute.. so warm n squishy... Y/N do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

you laugh at him a little but agree happily

"you like my squish?" you'd ask with a grin

he pulls you in for a big hug and hides in your neck, nodding against your shoulder.

"mhm~ so pretty. 'wanna hold you for as long as you let me <;3"

yeonjun:

he wants to eat you

like straight up push you on the bed and RAVISH you

yeonjun loves your ass so much he's such an ass guy to me

so when you're getting ready to go to your friend's birthday party and you come in wearing a short, tight little red dress that hugs all of your curves .. he doesn't even wanna go to the party anymore.

not that he even did to begin with

"does this look okay? doesn't make me look gross n fat?"

*catoonish record scratch*

yeonjun malfunctions.

"baby you look so fuckin sexy i don't even wanna let you go out. nothing could make you look gross~ you're a goddess. remember that alright?"

he pulls you over to stand between his legs where he sits on the bed and just runs his hands all over you, leaving little squeezes on your butt and thighs, little kisses trailing around your middle where he can reach from his seated position.

"you sure you even wanna go? or we can stay home and i can show you just how sexy i think you are?"

he smiles up at you so deviously

and when he smirks at you like that... well... you never really liked that friend anyway x

definitely tries to convince you to wear more tight fitting clothes in the future after that. seeing all of your jiggle through a sexy satin outfit just sends him reeling.

he buys things for you and leaves them out on the bed as a little hint that he wants you to have confidence in how sexy you are 😌

beomgyu:

beomgyu had always found you attractive the whole time you were friends.

he was just so scared you'd reject him and that he wasn't enough for you - you're perfect in his eyes and he thought you deserved the best.

that doesn't stop him from flirting tho

especially when you decide to have a lil casual bestie sleepover in your pjs and you walk in wearing your comfiest nightdress ~ that just so happens to be a little tight around your boobs and tummy.

he almost starts drooling. you never really wear tight clothes and he just wants to touch you so bad :(

so he makes an excuse and starts a little tickle fight just so he can touch you.

he relishes in your laughs and takes your distracted giggles as an opportunity to squish your belly.

he only stops when you look panicked

"gyu- gyu! don't touch my stomach..! don't like it.. 's ugly..."

he feels his heart break into a million pieces

"no it's not! it's adorable! every part of you is adorable, i like every little bit of you Y/N."

*suprised pikachu face*

you're even more surprised when he shifts down your bed to press some kisses to your belly over your nightdress.

"i like you so much Y/N. you never need to hide from me cutie~"

and when you tell him you like him too he settles in next to you to watch a movie, cuddling up and rubbing your plush belly like it's his favourite thing in the world :>

taehyun:

taehyun decided to take you shopping as a fun little date for your two week anniversary

so he happily sits out in the boyfriend chair while you try on some new clothes !

you're comfortable with your body, and you know taehyun doesn't care what you look like as long as you're healthy and happy, so you decide to pick out some tighter things to try on that are a bit more out of your comfort zone to see what he thinks.

you knowwww you're hot shit

and when you step out in a dress with tight fitting top and flowy skirt with some cutouts around the waist ... taehyun looks up from his phone and nearly faints

he isn't used to seeing you in anything like it, and to say he thought you looked stunning was an understatement.

"woah... how did i get so lucky?"

he rubs his hands over the cutouts and squishes your soft skin gently. he eyes your boobs poking out of the top, and the little rolls peeking out of the cutouts, then your thick thighs - he feels himself losing strength T-T

"how about i buy you this then take you out somewhere nice and show you off hm beautiful?"

you notice him struggling to keep his composure

so when you whisper to him and suggest he just take you home and tear it off of you instead... he definitely isn't saying no.

he buys you some pretty lingerie on the way out too... you're in for a long night of being worshipped like a goddess.

"think you can handle me, tyun?"

"oh sweetheart, i know i can."

hueningkai:

kai our number one chub lover

it'll be early in your relationship when kai offers to bring you to help him pick out a christmas tree for his dorm

having only been on dates and hanging out in the cold autumn and winter, kai had only ever really seen you in big hoodies (which he thought you looked adorable in) or with a coat over your outfits

so when you choose his tree and get home and you're wearing a tight turtleneck sweater and thick leggings to keep you warm... baby boy is SWOONING

he's obsessed with the way the tight, thick fabric clings to your every bump and curve, and the way your leggings stretch out over your thick booty >.<

you try to talk to him about the decorations you're gonna put on it but he's just like 🧍🏻

eventually you drag him out of his daze and get him to help you decorate

and he even offers to lift you up so you can put the star on top :')

and so he can hold your love handles and get a good view of ur butt

he's just. in love

and he tells you that ! for the first time :')

"thank you for helping me decorate, beautiful. you look gorgeous today by the way~ and every day. merry christmas cutie, i love you <;3"

bonus ~ he definitely asks you to make him some christmas cookies, both because he loves your baking AND because he can 'help' by standing behind you and giving you belly rubs~ which definitely turn to less wholesome touches while the cookies are baking hehe

sucks when you have to break off from him smothering your stomach with hickies on the couch to take them out of the oven LOL

i didnt know which taglist to use so i went nsfw since it's a lilll suggestive >.<

nsfw taglist: @subbyjvnnie @mazeinthemoon @n0-thisispatrick @banggyu0308 @majestyjun @bibibinnie @beom-pyu @txtistheloml @nightlytyuns @dido-of-the-endless

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting upset because my friends said they couldn’t hang out with me?

TW: small mention of SA

Context: I(16m) am in a friend group with around 7 other people, including my bf (16m). Who I am currently living with because of issues at home. And because of things going on, like work, getting drivers licenses, and the school musical (which is, imo, the worst thing we have at this school bc of the toxic environment, toxic director, and child predators that were in there touching girls.) we haven’t been hanging out much. The last time we all hung out was for my birthday at the end of February, which I had to fight with some people to even go.

So, this starts with me making plans. ALWAYS. I’ve made the plans for this friend group every time without fail for the last year and a half. And I noticed we haven’t been hanging out as much and my boyfriend agrees, so I text everyone around 2 weeks ago and asked if they wanted to do anything. My one friend, we will call L, suggested that we go to a museum in the city. I asked her if Saturday at Noon would work that week and she and everyone else agreed. So, that Thursday, I made sure everyone was good with that, and I found out that she and my other friend, who we will call O, had to go in for a 7 hour rehearsal on Saturday. No big deal, I get it. So I rescheduled for the following Saturday.

The next Friday rolls around and me, my bf, and L are doing volunteer hours at our elementary school. I, again, check in to see if she’s going. She says that because she is so exhausted from the musical, she can’t go. I understand again, but here’s the thing. L thinks she HAS to do our schools play and musical, and got upset with me when I didn’t wanna go because I had been assaulted physically and verbally by other cast members and the director. L actively overbooks herself and then complains that she’s upset or tired or acts like she has to do these things. Her parents aren’t forcing her or pressuring her btw. But, I do understand needing some time, and I agree that I’ll reschedule again, because i want all of us to be there. And also, O texted me (after he expressed his desire to go really badly) that he couldn’t go because there was a parade that weekend. So I changed it to that Sunday. Me and my bf thought it would fix all the problems.

It didn’t. Both L and O came up with bullshit excuses not to go after it was THEIR idea to hang out! L said she had to “babysit” her 14 year old brother who is perfectly healthy and capable. Not because her parents asked her to, but because she said he will “burn the house down” and O said that his mom had to work and he didn’t wanna ask his dad (btw both of his parents are the nicest people I’ve ever met). So, I got very upset with them and I actually cried to my boyfriend about it. I feel like my friends don’t wanna hang out with me or see me. Especially bc O had got a new bf, who is cis (O is a trans boy) and his new bf has publicly been known as the “tboy/femboy chaser” and fetishizes trans people. When I expressed this to O, he said that I was making it up. They also are extremely inappropriate, and actively make out when we’re all trying to hang out or talk to them. One time, we were having a New Year’s party, and they took up the only couch, making out for 5 hours. O and L also like to point out that me and my bf never are apart, and that’s when I remind them that we not only live together, but he is in the main friend group. I’m tired of these guys making up excuses to not see me. So, AITA?? :(

What are these acronyms?

[docholligay]

Shamash answers: ANime final

Overwatch headcanon or idea: Angsty

Only four people answered so you all win, and even more than that, you all get double the points your placement would usually garner! Thanks for playing!

3rd place, for showing up! Two points!

Dallas it, only this time it wasn't all a dream: Someone gets murdered by someone in-house- who was it?

@amhrancas ENJOY YOUR POINTS you delightful weirdo

3rd place, for being something that I imagine happens ABSOULTELY, 2 points:

I don't know enough of Overwatch, but maybe Mercy knowing Pharah has been seriously hurt and having to delegate treatment to someone else, because there is someone else in a more critical condition requiring brilliant Dr. Ziegler's personal attention. She does her best to focus, but her mind keeps drifting.

@vassekocho I actually think this happens after Lena and Fareeha get rescued from Moira. Fareeha is very badly hurt and in an insane amount of pain, but if Angela, who knows her body better than anyone, does not get it together Lena will DIE on this fucking table. She might anyway! But she definitely will if Angela doesn't start thinking about her instead of her wife.

For hitting the nail on the head, 2nd place with four points!

As Lena's symptoms progress but before it might be noticeable, she starts requesting adjustments to her equipment. She's able to play it off for a while, but Winston is observant, and he can only let himself be in denial for so long. When Lena requests aim stabilizers, he can't put it off anymore. She's too proud of her skills, of how well she can control her speed and her body, to ever even think she might need an assist like that. It turns into a fight, a row even, and is the one and only time Lena shouts at Winston to get away from her.

@katrani I think Lena gets pretty sensitive about how she's falling apart, especially before it gets so bad that she has to be like, "WELP" and spends a lot of time trying to convince herself and others that it's not a big deal and it's not that noticeable and she covers it just fine and the people that love her are constantly torn between wanting to honor Lena's desire for everything to be as absolutely normal as possible for as long as possible, and wanting to be like, "Okay can we all just get real for a moment here and admit you might need help with something?" And the more simple that 'something' becomes the more Lena wants to (and sometimes does) react like a toddler and throw a fit proclaiming she can DO IT.

For legit pulling at my heartstrings, 1st place, with six points!

Winston walks into his apartment, softly closing the door behind him. The party had been nice, and certainly what Lena would have wanted. Good food and good booze, a gathering of friends to celebrate a life rather than wallow many months after her death. He had laughed, though his heart wasn't in it. Joked through the pain. Assured everyone that he was fine. Declined Emily's offer to spend the night. She had grief enough; he would not burden her with his. He meanders into the kitchen, lit only by the glow of the full moon through the window. He retrieves a single, solitary cupcake and places it on the table, lighting the candle that is already set and sitting upright in the swirl of frosting, the light reflecting off the glass frame nearby. He stares, for a moment, at the irreverent grin, at the personality which could never truly be captured in a still frame yet somehow comes through in spades. "Happy Birthday, Lena." His voice is quiet, misting into the air as tendrils of smoke from the candle. "You are so, so missed." (Or: Winston pays a private homage to Lena every year on her birthday after her death.)

@seolh I love this. I am so glad you suggested prereleasing the questions if this is what I get in return!! Of course Lena's friends and family would gather and celebrate with plenty of beer and great shitty food, and absolutely she would want people to laugh and make fun of her and get drunk and have fun. It is exactly how she would want to be remembered.

And of course Winston can't do it! I mean, he can fake it, but every time he hears someone make a joke about her, or laugh about something she used to do, all he can think is, 'But she isn't here. How do you do it, when she's not here?' And it takes a fair amount of time and also Avi, for him not to just feel empty all the time. But he never stops feeling a twinge of pain on her birthday, on Christmas, any time that reminds him of how she should be here. Even when Emily remarries, he wants to be happy for her and will play at being happy for her because lena would somehow raise herself from the dead and beat him if he didn't, but it feels like betrayal to him. How could you not mourn her forever?

(Lena, of course, in the afterlife jsut going, 'Win, win, let me go. PLEASE. It isn't loyalty; it's just sad." )

[danjaley]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC!

Tagged by @nocturnalazure

Today is an excellent day to answer this for pre-revolution Nicolas. Tomorrow would have been a bit more complicated.

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

He’s very confident and not easily cowed. His double-life being exposed is of course the thing he wants to avoid most of all. But he sees this more as a risk than as a fear.

Do they have any pet peeves?

He has no patience with dilettantes who get their facts wrong about art-history.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Books; an Egyptian scarab which was given to him as a lucky charm; a painting of the Forum Romanum from his Grand Tour.

What do they notice first in a person?

General appearance and demeanour. (Bonus fact: What immediately attracted him to Jonathan was that he has vaguely classical features – and what totally got him was that he speaks French with a Scottish accent)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

7-8. He was brought up not to be whiny. But he's had a comfortable life in good health so far.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

His instinct would rather be flight (or solve the problem with money and/or influence), but if duty binds him to fight, he will stand his ground.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Not really. He grew up with only his mother as immediate family. He saw enough of his parents’ marriage as a boy to get rather disillusioned. On the other hand he’s proud of his family’s legacy and never questioned his duty to continue it. He does try to be a better husband and father than his own. But if he were just an average person of today, he wouldn’t have wanted any children. He’d be content to travel the world with Jonathan, but actually Jonathan wants more of a family-life.

What animal represents them best?

He always reminds me of a cat, being very neat and taking his privileges entirely for granted.

What is a smell that they dislike?

He lives in a time where various kinds of stench are so common that he’s glad enough to avoid those.

Have they broken any bones?

See above - he's had a comfortable life in good health so far.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

“Arrogant idiot” (Matt)

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

He moves in circles where it’s not unusual to rise at noon, so the interesting things tend to happen in the evenings and at night. When he’s working by himself, he prefers the early hours for their better light.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

The likes coffee, both for its aroma and as a status symbol. He doesn’t like coarse food, like gruel or badly prepared cabbage.

Do they have any hobbies?

As an aristocrat, studying Antiquity is officially his hobby, not his job. But it’s his true calling and he even made some money from it. Apart from that, he’s always ready to join in any pastime suggested by the group he’s with.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

He’d pretend not to be surprised at all – but there’s no way he would have forgotten to organize his own birthday party. At home, this would be a very dignified meet-and-greet. In Italy it would be a picnic by some scenic ruins with good wine and a select circle of friends (plus their travelling-companions, private secretaries, or whatever they wish to call them).

Do they like to wear jewelry?

No. He retired the family’s signet ring and had a more practical stamp made for sealing letters. (Like all my characters he doesn’t wear a wedding ring because those are are such clumsy meshes, a nuisance to put on in CAS and only add to the blur of other accessories.)

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Neat handwriting, signature with lots of frills

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Mild amusement, cool stubbornness

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Anything that looks and feels like high quality. Not necessarily limited to a particular material.

What kind of accent do they have?

A French one, when he speaks English. His Italian is accent-free and his French is supposed to be very posh (if only my own weren't so poor!)

Tagging @windermeresimblr and @kimmiessimmies

[thesharktanksdriver]

Hey! I was thinking a little on determination! Reader, and I was wondering if Reader Will meet Big mom or boa again? I would love to see it! Anyways loving every update :)

Sorry it took so long to answer this but I do hope on a boa reunion! As well as big mom!

I hopefully plan to follow the story of one piece in which y/n meets up with the two once more. But I do also hope to have that someone characters while not meeting y/n in person quite yet would know of them being alive.

Particularly big mom because of not only Kaido but her own information hubs.

And thus it’s safe to say she wants to see her old best friend back after they disappeared from her birthday party all those years ago. She never got to celebrate theirs in return! She still has to throw them their own big party!

Meanwhile Boa gets some whispers but is kinda in denial of it because she saw them die in front of her eyes, by her own hands (though forced to) and it really stuck badly with her. She won’t believe it till she sees it for herself, not when she’d rather not build up false hope and be crushed by it just as their stone form was crushed to dust and crumbled in front her and her sisters eyes.

Reunion of a lifetime for the two of them