#would love pictures soon aaa

[spearxwind]

I have never heard about Dima before??? who are they?

I remember seeing that name in the universe-chart thing you did a while ago (or was it in it?) but I don't think I've seen it ever since? or I might be completely dumb lmao, I'd love to hear more about them lore-wise!

other than that I've been a complete lurker of your tumblr in the last few years ever since I found your comic Extinction, just wanna say that I fucking love your art!!!

Great question!! You aren't dumb at all haha. Dima is actually my sona, and she's the dragon in my icon rn! For a long time my icon was C, but I recently changed it :]

I don't really post about her online very often, and I actively avoid sharing stuff about her publicly, especially her full design, because I have a history of sharing my sona designs and them getting stolen immediately so I refuse to let that happen again ^^; but I've had her for four years now I think!

And omg thank you!! Im really glad you like my stuff!! thats a long time too, hope you stick around to see more of the extinction guys :D ❤️

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 1 part 4

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well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions

do you think it took Rio a long time to choose her revenge dress? did she agonize over every detail? I picture her process like, okay I need an outfit that says fuck you (threatening) but also fuck you (horny) and fuck me (very horny) and then circle all the way back to FUCK YOU THOUGH (VERY threatening)

as to why Rio goes from super soft to *that* - I see it as the equivalent of the TV trope where someone almost dies and their loved one is very concerned, but as soon as there's no danger they slap them around the head and call them a fucking idiot. this is Rio's WELCOME HOME, CHEATER moment (Agatha has been kiiiind of been cheating death, lbr)

this is the best way rio could choose to approach agatha too, and not only because it lets her express all that pent up anger. what would be the alternative? sit Agatha down and have a honest chat? Rio knows her too well, she knows it would be simply too much. Agatha *is* more comfortable with big bombastic scenes, with violence that is a lot like foreplay. Rio is looking out for her right now, she is making it as easier for Agatha as she can, while also not letting her get away with her bullshit any longer.

one little sentence, so many ways to read it

only physically. she's not letting you in. not anymore. you'll have to save her from herself kicking and screaming. dear god she's actually honestly crying. this is a WHOLE fucking deal. and it's also the first time she sees Rio while knowing WHO rio is. she's feeling all the feelings

girls. GIRLS. how am I supposed to take decent screenshots if you keep flinging each other at walls. keep STILL! (look at the furniture btw, isn't it a bit curved? I think they're still using a fisheye lens. reality is still shifting. almost as if we're in the presence of an otherworldly being)

oh the metaphor of it. sometimes you just have to reach out and connect, even if you get hurt in the process.

BECAUSE SHE'S BEEN SHIELDING FOR SO LONG TO HIDE FROM PAIN. OH MY GOD. did a 2000s emo kid write this

every other MCU fight wishes it were this perfect storm of hot and emotionally devastating

Rio cannot physically kill Agatha, it's not allowed, she's only the collector. So what is she trying to do, exactly? Has Agatha really been cheating death for so long that Rio has no choice but to bring her in? Or is she not here to collect at all and this is just her way to get back at her ex (and possibly win her back)? I adore both options, they're tragic in different ways.

time to bullshit! time to bolt! time to get to that escape route! this is what Agatha does best. anything but face the truth

funny how agatha usually has no problem looking undignified. it's almost like this is not the point at all. so let's review: wanda has stripped agatha of the powers that have been keeping her hidden from rio. rio comes over to confront her - and not kill her, she wouldn't be allowed anyway. she does it in a way that agatha would find less scary than having a mature convo. still, agatha has to face things she's been escaping for so long and it's simply too horrifying, too overwhelming. the fact that she's joking around so much (while her future conversations with rio will be sad, soft, dramatic) tells you just how scared and how miserable she is. She's begging rio to stop, because even fighting and flirting, which is their comfort zone, is proving too much. And what does rio do? She listens and goes away. only temporary, she won't let her off the hook now that she has found her. but she's still willing to go at Agatha's pace.

aubrey plaza I would die for your evil little face

can I just say that agatha trying to flirt right now is devastating? she is at the end of her rope. she does NOT want rio to stay, doesn't trust herself around her in so many ways. but she knows how much rio wants her and just... she tries to manipulate her with flirting. it's a desperate gamble, completely undignified, completely in character for agatha. she offers herself to rio, but only physically. when what they had was infinitely more than that, it was beautiful, it was sacred.

and rio... forgives her. she laughs another one of her little soft laughs and lowers the blade. plaza is so good here, the way she says "okay, agatha," is a perfect blend of resentment and tenderness. she knows agatha better than anyone ever had or ever will. she knows why she does everything she does. and she follows her lead. one last time.

agatha's relief. she's trembling, deflated but still on her guard. she looks completely traumatized. the masterpiece that this scene is: you feel smart when you realize that they're flirting rather than fighting. when it finally dawns on you the real weight of their encounter... it's too late.

"by the way there's a bunch of scary witches after you and I totally want them to kill you, that's why I'm telling you exactly who they are and when they're coming"

agatha tries with all her might to believe that rio is heartless. because anger is easier than sadness.

we're leaning, we're leaning, we're leaning!

rio licking agatha's wound to heal it perfectly encapsulates her feelings: anger, horniness, and infinite tenderness. what a power move. rio was the one in control this whole scene, and it wrecked agatha.

"te veo" (I'm gonna go scream in a pillow)

she's gone, honey, she's gone. breathe.

Billy walking on the two of them having sex would have been less awkward than this

she was a BIT preoccupied, kid

and episode 1 is in the bag!

next stop: IT'S LILIA TIME

go to episode 2 part 1

[bigwishes]

Pretty Boy's Mistake

Kye was you average university athlete, mainly there to get a degree a generic sports degree to get a job as a personal trainer in the high end gyms, he rarely went to his lecture but always got outstanding grades. It wasn't that he wasn't passionate about sports or health, in fact he had taught himself pretty much everything the university had to offer before he had even gotten there. He was only there for a piece of paper. He spent most of his time in the gym, lifting weights whilst also training some guys on the side for some cash in hand work but he always made sure to put his own workouts first. His body was almost perfect and he loved every inch of it.

Although he wished he could be bigger. He saw some of the guys in the gym, how their tank tops looked like they could burst at any moment. One time he even saw a guys tank split because of an insane chest pump. He loved huge guys, wanted to be fucking huge like them. He would picture his gym crush and how his entire car would bounce and wobble when he squeezed his massive frame inside, he wanted a guy like that in his bed, he wanted to be bigger than that but a body like that would probably take him another 15 years to build and he wanted to enjoy and flaunt that size before he left uni.

Kye was in the gym when he saw a huge lumbering giant walk in. The man looked like a superhero right out of a comic and something possessed Kye out of no where. He followed the huge meathead to the locker room.

Kye stood there seeing the giant block almost all the lockers on a wall his back was so wide and Kye got nervous, a lump formed in his throat and he spat out what he had to say.

"so...how do I get as big as you bro"

the massive dude turned around looking around the locker room checking to see if he was talking to someone else, he let out a thunderous chuckle.

"you talkin to me pretty boy?"

Kye grew red in the face "y-yeah man, look I been lifting for a few years and I really wanna get fucking huge like you man"

"aaa just keep at it guy, youll be massive like mean real soon"

"how old are you?"

"Im 22 bro"

"22!" Kye yelled "bro im almost 23 how the fuck you get so big man, you gotta tell me your secret"

"hmmm, look, you're kinda cute bro so, I'll let you in on a little secret, for a trade of course"

"Anything man, anything, Ive tried everything I know with diet and routine and I'm just not swelling up like other guys are"

"I'll give you my secret if you tell me why you wanna be so big, annnnd, for a date" the large man raise his eyebrow and walked closer to Kye.

Kye's heart started pounded as he imagined what it'd be like to have his skull crushed by the giant bodybuilder's monstrous thighs

"o-okay, ummm, phew, is it hot in here?" kye tripped and stumbled over his words like it was his first time ever talking to a guy.

"so, why you wanna be big pretty boy?"

Suddenly the man had is arms leaning on the doorframe behind Kye forming an arch over him looking down at him.

"eer, well, I-I like size and, I like guys with size and I wanna be big y-ya know" Kye tried to avoid eye contact as the massive brute leaned in

"So you like big guys hey? why don't you keep your lil jock bod, let a mountain like myself have fun with you"

"Because I ain't no bodies bottom bitch, believe me man, if I was as big as you, I'd of already throw you against the wall and you'd be beggin for it"

The massive meat head in front of him bit his lip

"so you promise, once you're as big as me you'll be tossing me around?"

Kye smirked trying to keep up the confident façade

"yeah bro, but gotta warn you, I'm already a catch, once guys see me with arms tearing out of my shirt and my huge muscled fat ass squeezed into tight gym shorts you'll probably have some competition"

"oh I like a cocky meathead"

the man turned around walking back to his gym bag pulling out a small vial of orange fluid, he handed it to kye

"I'm Jason by the way"

"What is this?"

"My secret mixture, drink it man, it'll make you real big...and give you that fat juicy ass you want"

Kye instantly downed the drink and gave Jason a wink.

"Alright, Im gonna go workout man"

"See you tomorrow pretty boy" Jason laughed as Kye walked out.

Kye was stepping into his car, having to stop to catch his breath, he worked harder than he ever had. He knew the vitamin shot he was given wasn't going to do anything but it was at least energising. Kye felt a strange tingling, as the veins on his pelvis swelled with blood pumping downwards. Kye gritted his teeth feeling like he was about to get hard and suddenly he watched as his package swelled and doubled in size in his pants.

Kye jumped in his car feeling his thighs and arms swell. Like his pump was subsiding but his muscles weren't shrinking down to normal size.

He drove home, gritting his teeth and occasionally grunting the entire way.

Kye stepping of of his car feeling his shirt tight around his chest and arms. He let out a tired sigh feeling strange and walked inside. Kye saw himself in the mirror, his shirt tightly pulled across body. He pulled off his shirt seeing his abs slightly stretched out, rubbing his stomach watches his package swell again.

UUUUUGGGGhhhhhh He groaned.

"W-what the fuck is going on"

Kye watches as his bulge swelled outwards in his pants straining against the fabric, as his stomach swelled outwards with it.

"W-WHAT THE FUCK MY, MY ABS"

Kye grabbed his stomach feeling it strain

UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP

Kye let out a painful groan that turned into a belch as tears started to form in his eyes, his perfect 6 pack was gone swelled out like he had been bulking all year round.

Kye couldn't hold back the belches escaping his mouth and with each on his body changed. His arms swelled bigger, his thighs swells bigger.

He watched helplessly in the mirror unable to stop the changes, no matter how hard he pushed his stomach trying to get it to shrink the only thing he managed to do was push out another belch. Kye mercilessly began scratching at his jaw and neck feeling an annoying itch take over. He was too busy watching as his body swelled up to notice the changes in his face. Kye finally looked up from his bloated stomach to see himself, hairy, big and bulky.

"WHAT THE FUCK, I" Kye pinched the side of his waist in disbelief

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

Kye's massive meaty hand felt is muscled gut vibrate as he belched. Feeling a surge of change again, but he didn't see himself get any bigger in the mirror, he heard a slight ripping noise and looked around. Turning to the side he saw the fabric of his gym shorts tight, torn and ripped over his massive muscular ass. His face turned bright red.

"Oh god..I'm...uuggh I'm like a fat bear"

Kye's stomach grumbled and he made his way to the kitchen poking and patting his gut hoping by some mirecal it would shrink and turn back into a six pack.

Kye sat in the gym locker room trying to hide his new burly body under bagging clothing. Embarrassed and hoping Jason would walk in at any moment. After about an hour Jason walked in.

"H-Hey Jason"

"Oh hey Pretty Boy, hows it feel bein big"

"I" Kye couldn't even finish his sentence before letting out a monstrous belch

"I didn't ask for this"

"yeah you did bro, you wanted to be big"

"AND NOW LOOK AT THIS, WHERE ARE MY ABS IM TUBBY" Kye lifted his shirt and poked at the muscled slab

"Man you aint tubby, you bulky, thick muscle"

"But I wanted my abs bro, I wanted to look like some pro bodybuilder not like some kinda burping werewolf"

Kye rubbed his gut cocking his mouth open belching causing Jason to laugh. Kye's face turned bright red

"Dude stop laughing and fucking do something, uuuggghhh"

"alright bro, quit the complaining I might have something for you"

"Anything is better than this man"

Jason handed Kye a vial filled with bright pink liquid

UUUURpp "so, this'll fix me?"

"Oh man, it'll give you the perfect body"

Kye looked at it suspiciously feeling the concrete wall he had for a stomach. He closed his eyes and downed, a few moments passed and Kye didn't feel much different, when suddenly the familiar sensation rose up from his gut to his throat.

UUUUUHHGG-UUUUUURRRRRPPPP

Kye's eyes widen and his face turned white

"WHA-UUUUUURRRPPPP DID-UUUUURRRRRRPP YOU GIV- UUUURRRPP ME?!"

Kye tried to speak more but he struggled to form a full sentence from his constant belching

"Looking good man" Jason laughed

Kye, felt is rock hard bloated gut and heard the sound of tearing fabric as his muscles bulged out of his shit, soon he was left standing there in the gym locker room in nothing but his underwear.

Kye looked at himself in the mirror disappointed by his huge muscle gut, he cocked his mouth open and belched.

Jason let out a booming laugh "bro you look like you take roids and smash 6 protein shakes hourly"

"bro why'd you do this" Kye sheepishly asked

"because you wanted to me big"

"then why not make me like you, why give me this huge gu-UUUUURRP"

"Coz you were cocky, and I find it hot when cocky guys get taken down a peg"

"oh" kye smiled "so now you've gotten you kick I can go back right?"

"nah, you were a pretty boy jock, now you can enjoy being a bulky cunt"

Kye went to walk away from the mirror, hearing his underwear start to rip around is massive muscled ass. That'll teach him to take stuff from strangers in the locker room.

[ikeukiss]

sunghoon + 5 😋 Congrats on 3k btw!!!!

thank you lovely!! i put my whole ass into this one omg

𐔌 𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐨𝐧 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑵 + 𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿 𐦯 — dilf!sunghoon can't help himself from sending you a few photos when he's away on a work trip. it's so easy to slip his phone down where his underwear rests to show how much he misses you. you're taken aback, to say the least. just a few hours ago you were sending him photos of the macaroni art your two children made before bed, and now he's asking you to spread your legs for him. he's a demanding man, but he must be incredibly needy right now to be sending you this when he could be out at dinner with the executives he's playing prim and proper for. you should make it worth his while, so you do.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝟑𝐊 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

𐔌 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𐦯 જ⁀➴ 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌

"You really want Mommy bad, don't you baby?" You make a show of slipping your panties past down your hips, your glistening pussy and your naked breasts on full display in the webcam of your laptop's view. Sunghoon still has his phone in his hand, but you can tell from the trembling of the camera that he's wrestling to stay composed with his dick in his hand.

Sunghoon has to be thrusting into his palm with abandon already. A sheen of sweat coats his forehead, the mutual texts of foreplay working him up to a cruel degree that he can't fight his urges now. He's eager, biting down so hard on his bottom lip you think the skin may split.

"Yes, yes, you know I do. If I was there I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you, Mommy," he confesses, your pet name leaving his mouth like a prayer. He's grateful for you every day—his goddess, mother of his children, the one who knows exactly what he needs to fall apart.

Most nights, he's the one calling the shots and telling you exactly what to do, and you're more than willing to manage his demands. But right now, you're in control because he's at your beck and call. The only reason he's able to get off right now is because you answered the phone. You want him to, because you love him so much.

When he sees your fingers plunge inside of your cunt, he thinks he might come from that sight alone. But he's no longer the impatient teenager he once was when you both met. He's older, wiser, but still enamoured in a way that defies rationality.

"You know I'd let you touch me wherever you want, my love. Taste whatever you want. Put me in any position," you say finally, your voice breathy as you add another finger to your heat, lost in Sunghoon's groans and your own pleasure. You ride your hand like it's Sunghoon below you, bouncing up and down on the digits like you would his cock if he were there to fill you up instead. And you know he knows that's what you're picturing.

"Fuck, Mommy, I'm gonna come," Sunghoon warns, his voice gravely as he yanks down on the skin of his cock tighter, thrusts into his hand harder, and you can't let the poor man wait any longer. Not when you're also so close to letting go yourself.

"Do it, baby. Come like you're doing it inside of me," you say right before you're blinded by white hot pleasure. He whimpers as he lets go, his hand and the lower half of his stomach covered in cum as he releases completely. He's so spent by the time he's done, he barely registers that you're also collapsed on the bed, fingers drenched in your arousal.

"Clean up your mess, Mommy," Sunghoon whispers, his dominating nature coming back to the forefront. He thought he couldn't get hard again so soon, but then he watches you take your three shining fingers into your mouth, sucking like it's him, and he knows he may need to extend the call for a little longer than he intended.

@gyubakeries @loserlvrss @jjunberry @frenchkisstheabyss @prkhaven @tinycatharsis @fangel @aaa-sia @yvnempire @addictedtohobi @innocygnet @filmnings @lovetaroandtaemin @xylatox @dawngyu

[at4zxx]

Queen of ❤️s (angst)

Teen!BridgetHearts x reader.

( older Bridget x older reader?)

Genre: fluff-ish to angst💥

warning: readers death, before Red time travels. (Red is a little girl in this plot) , I DIDNT PROOF READ IT.

It’s badly written because I only had 2 hours of sleep :3

Summary: Bridget having a dream about her life as a teen once more. Wanting one more night with the reader, until waking up..

it felt the same. It looked the same.. it was her, it was you.

if this was a dream, I don’t ever want it to end. I want you to stay, stay with me.

Hand in hand, both Y/N and Bridget went back to Bridget’s dorm. A big smile on Bridget’s face as she pulls Y/N into the bed, hugging her tightly.

“You were gone forever!” Bridget whines jokingly, burying her face into the side of your shoulder.

All you could do was smile, pulling her close.

“Pinks, I was only gone for 2 hours, you know I had tourney.”

“I understand that, but why did you leave so soon? You should’ve said goodbye.”

“I was in a rush! Coach wanted me on the field ASAP. But Hey, you have me now. Is that better??”

Bridget thinks, yeah. It was better than you not being back at all. She nods.

“Yeah, it’s better than you not being back at all.”

Y/N sighs, kissing her on the forehead.

“I love you my dear.”

…

“I love you too darling, you won’t ever leave me, right?”

bringing Bridget’s hands up to your lips, gently pressing them against her palm.

“I promise.”

————

The sunlight shun down on Bridget’s eyes throw the windows. It was another reminder.. that you weren’t here anymore.

you were dead.

Why couldn’t you just stay alive a little bit longer.

if only she knew how sick you were.. maybe, just maybe..

you would still be here.

The door opens, it was one of the guards.

“good morning your majesty- duties awaits.” They hesitate. Obviously they were scared of the Queen of Hearts.

Bridget gives a firm nod, standing up with her red robe wrapped around her.

“Very well, I’ll see to it after I get ready.”

The guard nods, walking out of the room and closing the door shut behind them.

It felt like a blink of an eye and she was already in the corridor of the castle. Little Red following her, staying as quiet as a mouse.

As Bridget walked out to the backyard garden. She walked to a more private areas. Covered in beautiful colourful flowers. Despite the entire castle not allowed to have anything but the colour red.

“Mama, what does that say?” Red asks, gently tugging on her gown.

Bridget looked down at Red, before looking towards where she was looking.

the tombstone.

‘Y/N/N’

‘loving friend, sister, aunt, niece, and lover. You will forever be missed.’

“.. her name was Y/N, she was very close to your mother.” Bridget responds, grabbing the picture they took of you during senior photos. It was the only photo she had of you after all..

“She’s pretty mama” red mumbles, looking over at the picture.

She nods in agreement.

“Yeah.”

“She is.. isn’t she.”

“You would’ve loved her my dear, I know she would’ve loved you.”

IM GOING BACK TO YELLOWJACKETS?? BRO WHAT THE HECK-⬇️⬇️ (courtney eaton is so AAA)

[factual-fantasy]

24 Asks! Thanks ya'll! 🐼

@holly-opal-2 (Sorry for the late reply!)

Aw <:( I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope that doesn't happen again.

Also of course they are! :}} I have always considered them as such 💞

Thank you! Happy (late) Valentines day! :DD

@stargirldrawsx3

Man, I feel you there. I'm sorry you weren't able to study. I hope things go well for you 🙏

@narrator-girlart

I saw Markiplier play it some weeks ago, but mostly forgot about it.. I was surprised to see it gain such traction on Tumblr. Maybe I'll have to go rewatch those videos and figure out why people love it so much :00 (I cant remember the events of the game 💀)

@dreamweave01

That could work!! :DDD

(ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!😭😭💞💞💞 )

Yeahhh.. I have been battling some health problems for almost a year now. Trying my best to work on it but thing's aren't going so well. <://

Thank you very much though, I hope the same for you! :))

@milk-powrit

Tom Nook is an angel, the "only good landlord" he's been called. And I agree! This might explain why though I didn't read all the way through- just skimmed over it and thought "yeah I think this has the right points"

@necropencil (Referencing this post)

AAA THANK YOU!! :DD

(I am also slowly going insane thanks to Wheeljack XDD)

@badlyblurry

XDD Well its like they say, great minds think alike! Also thank you so much!! :DDDD💞💞💞

AAAAA thank you!! :DD Or- you're welcome? <XDD

@shyzonkstudentlawyer

Oh wow, welcome back! :DD And thank you! I'm trying to try to work on my health and make improvements where I can manage it.. so far things have uh.. Well, it could be worse I suppose!😅

Also AAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU!! :DDD I'm so glad to hear you like what I've made! :DDDD

Now for you questions...

When it comes to the Welcome Home stuff, just imagine our world through a puppet/sesame street style show lens. They have the same food but its all colorful and has silly names. Their trees are like ours but they're crazy colors and grow fantasy fruit. Their technology develops like ours but its all colorful and silly. Etc, Etc-

Now for TADC... I hadn't actually thought about it <:0 maybe Sneemos jester hat things would flail around :0 I haven't thought about it otherwise though😔

Lastly, PFFF XDDD

(Item-dying woes post in ask)

😔You feel my pain.. I feel your pain........

@wolfie-777

:000! You heard it here folks! I'm silly!

She always looks lovely! :))

@tearsofsolace

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! :DDD🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

@eggswastaken

XDD That I did!

..Well, I actually got into it back in 2020-- but recently I have dragged myself back into the fandom a bit. 😂 The biggest obstacle I have to rejoining the fandom fully is just making time to sit down and rewatch the show.

I have such a hard time switching tasks and just doing something 💀 but hopefully I'll get there soon! <:)))

@minnesotamedic186

@little-goober

Oh yeah, sorry! I have very bad memory 😅 I can only really remember people by their profile pictures.

Also thank you so much! :)))

Thank you so much!! 🥰🥰

@bluetootsiepop

My advice is to study references closely. When it comes to making faces up/drawing faces without a reference? Like if its an OC? I'm afraid I cant think of any advice <:( I struggle with that a lot too. 😔

(Also thank you so much!! :DD )

@ourlifestooshort

I have drawn them, but I don't feel comfortable sharing my ref sheets.. Sorry! <:/

I looked up Tailgate with no mask and I will never sleep well again 💀

Also feel free to tell me anything you want about the comics! I don't plan on reading them 😔 I only plan on rewatching Transformers: Prime.

@bitesyoubitesyouchomp

SCEAMSSSS THANKYOUUU 😭😭 THAT'S ALL SO SWEET IM IN TEARS💞💞💞

@beryl-shade

Imagine if my blood was blue XD I'd be a transformer!

[fakeagatha]

Mrs Fletcher | Prof!Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader | Chapter Six: Sore Tongue

Summary: Eve shows up to the university with an unexpected change.

A/N: This is probably the longest chapter I've written so far, even though the word count isn't that high. I'm quite proud of myself for posting another chapter so soon after chapter five! Anyway, please enjoy.

Warnings: Implied NSFW, Needles?, Alcohol Word Count: 2022 Genre: Fluff, Romance, Crack Date: 9/2/2025

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Two days after your "date" with Eve, Monday had made its return and you were heading to leave for class. You didn't feel like it, but honestly, you never do. Checking through some of your books, double checking that your diary was on your desk where it should be, you zipped up your bag and grabbed a couple of pens from your desk.

You felt lucky having a single dorm. It could occasionally get lonely, but at the same time, you were free. You could do whatever you wanted without being watched over, and decorated how you wished, hence to why you had a section of your wall dedicated to pictures. You would stand there and look at them often. Your parents, some pictures with Steve, some of your cousins, but you would linger on a picture of you and your ex girlfriend in the middle, Haley, in the dorm you shared in college. You wanted to forget about her, maybe to feel less guilty about everything, but it wasn't easy.

You shook your head, and left the room, walking to your first class: Latin, an extra class you had chosen to take. It wasn't too far from the dorms, luckily enough. As you entered the floor the class was on, Mrs Fletcher suddenly bumped into you as she was coming out from one of the staff bathrooms.

"Mrs Fletcher! Good morning, sorry for bumping into you." You chuckled, looking up at her, wearing that cute pair of glasses you thought suited her face perfectly.

"Hey Y/N," She replied, and her voice sounded a bit strange. As you spoke, you noticed something. You weren't trying to be creepy by taking a glance into her mouth, you just noticed it from the corner of your eye. Your eyes quickly darted back down to look at her mouth once again just before she managed to close it, trying to confirm what you thought you had just noticed. And it fucking was.

"Mrs Fletcher, what's that?"

Her eyes widened, "No'hing?"

"... No way." You gasped. "Mrs Fletcher, open your mouth."

Eve tilted her head downwards, trying to block your view, "Why?"

"You aren't fooling me!"

Eve couldn't help but smirk at you, looking away sheepishly at having been caught.

"You got a fucking tongue piercing."

Eve laughed a little, "hey, 'anguage!" She warned, playfully sticking out her slightly redder and swollen tongue, with a long silver bar. "I got a 'ittle 'ealous of your eye'row." She pointed to your piercing, which you actually forget is there because of how long you've had it. "I wa' fee'ing... rebe'ious. Go' i' done after our coffee. I wa' very swollen yester'ay, I'm jus' surprised I 'an speak a'ready!"

You couldn't help but smile like an idiot, who would've thought that your 45 year old professor would get a tongue piercing, of all things?

"Speak? I'm only just barely understanding you miss. How are you going to teach your classes?" You chuckle, "Are you even allowed to have a tongue piercing?"

Eve grinned, clanking the jewelry against the back of her teeth, "I don' know, an' proba'y not.

"Is that why you said you had somewhere to be on Saturday? You realized you were going to be late for your appointment?" You giggled, looking at her in amusement every time she spoke.

"Yah! I go' there late!" She exclaimed, making you laugh again, a sound Eve actually loved hearing. "I' was very scary, I don' like need'es."

You bit your lip, "That looks so painful though, I didn't take you for someone to do through with a tongue piercing." You joked, making Eve chuckle and nod in response.

As Eve tried to ramble on about how nervous she was, almost oversharing the nervous poop she had beforehand, you cut her off, "I don't want you to irritate it, why don't you tell me all about it tomorrow so you don't accidentally hurt yourself?" You offered, and Eve couldn't help but blush at your consideration. She nodded, poking her tongue out one final time before heading down the hallway.

Well, that just might have been the hottest thing you had seen in a while, and certainly NOT what you expected at 9am on a Monday morning.

Steve sneaked up behind you, attempting to scare you as if you hadn't already noticed him. He frowned in disappointment, and you put your finger to your lips.

"Don't go telling everyone but... If you, hypothetically, had to guess where Mrs Fletcher would choose to get a piercing, where do you think it would be?"

He looked at you in confusion, before smirking. "Definitely, her ni-"

"Don't."

"Fine. I don't know, her nostril or something?" He shrugged, and you shook your head.

"Tongue."

"Ouch, but-" His eyes widened in realization, looking at you for confirmation, "She didn't, there's no way, you're pranking me. I don't know why you'd choose that for a prank, it's a little weird-"

"Steve, I'm not joking."

He looked at you in silence, almost as if contemplating whether to believe you or not. "For real?"

"For real."

He started to laugh, and you joined in. It was so random, and any other person wouldn't believe you. Everyone knows that Mrs Fletcher is innocent (on the outside), and no one would imagine, not even in one hundred years, that she would do something so insane as a tongue piercing, especially since she once shared with one of her classes that she cried at 38 years old because she had to have blood drawn.

"Okay, I got to get to class, we'll talk later." You waved goodbye, and Steve headed into the opposite direction.

The rest of your classes went by pretty smoothly. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, which was unusual. Normally you have to deal with at least one snarky comment or insult a day, whether it be from a classmate, or Mrs Evanora. Before leaving, you popped your head into Eve's open office door.

"See you tomorrow, Mrs Fletcher." You smiled, and she gave you a kind wave, indicating she probably couldn't really speak.

Eve finished her own work about an hour later, and took the drive back to her house, the thought of her bed being very irresistible.

She pulled up outside, and took a few minutes to water her flowers, admiring the rose bush that had started to bloom. She went inside and quickly replaced her work heels with a pair of slippers that were way too big for her.

She made her way to the bathroom, and swished some cold water through her mouth to soothe her tongue, unable to stop checking herself out in the mirror every now and then, making ridiculous poses, fantasizing herself as a tongue model. Wait, did those even exist?

She quickly changed into a gray tank top with some shorts, and got into bed. She opened up her laptop, and couldn't resist browsing online, looking at some things she probably wouldn't want anyone to know she was watching.

Sleep eventually overtook her, as she went into a slumber she so desperately needed, even though her day wasn't as tiring as it sometimes was. And, as if no time at all had passed, she woke up to her alarm blaring into her eardrums.

17:56

'How and when did two hours pass?'

Testing her speech, Eve found herself being able to talk again, to a comprehensible point at least, so after a brief phone call and her voice still groggy, she changed into a bikini with a plain black dress on top to head over to Amanda's house to relax in her jacuzzi for the evening.

Even at the last minute, Amanda was rarely busy in the evenings and was always open to a meet up, even if it's just for a chat. Eve doesn't understand how she does it, but she admires it, a little jealous of her social battery and availability, even.

It was already dark out as she stepped into her car, regretting not taking a jacket beforehand even though it wasn't that cold, but she really couldn't be bothered to go back inside to get one. She started the engine and turned up the heat a little bit, just to warm up the vehicle.

The drive to Amanda's was only around ten minutes, since she didn't live too far away from Eve, making it convenient to have wine nights together. She knocked on the door, pulling her friend into a hug upon greeting each other.

"Come in, mind turning on the jacuzzi? I'll bring us some wine." Amanda grinned, heading into the kitchen. Eve nodded, walking to the balcony window and stepping into Amanda's back yard. Despite the fact that the woman lived alone, her house was quite big, hence the big outdoor space.

Eve looked towards the side of the jacuzzi, and turned it on, watching as the bubbles began to form. She stripped herself from her dress and took off her heels, stepping into the warm bubbly water, letting out a sigh at the warmth which replaced the cold evening air on her skin.

Amanda came outside a few moments later, a bottle of wine, two glasses and a bowl of Cheez Its in her hands. Eve quickly stepped back out to help her, "You're going to drop something!" She mused.

"I don't like having to take multiple trips. If my hands can carry them, I carry them." Amanda replied, smirking, and Eve rolled her eyes as she helped her place everything onto the the jacuzzi wall.

They stepped back in together, and Amanda made a similar sound of pleasure at the warm water.

Anything new at the senior home?" She inquired, and Amanda shrugged,

"Poor Shirley had a fall, which startled Brenda so much she had a heart attack." Amanda sighed, looking almost unfazed.

"That's..." Eve froze, looking up at her friend with wide eyes, "Tragic?"

Amanda laughed, nodding, swaying her hand through the water.

"Why don't you come work full time at the university instead? If you'd prefer?" Eve suggested, sliding over to sit next to her.

"I don't think I'd work full time stocking up the library, the old people are way more interesting. Unless it completely shuts down, I'll stick with part time at the uni." She she shrugged, and the woman next to her nodded in understanding. "Besides, what's going on with that teacher's pet of yours?" Amanda teased, and Eve shoved her.

"Don't say that." She laughed, "But... She might have treated me to a coffee, or well, tried to. I paid for her when she wasn't looking."

Amanda's jaw dropped, setting her wine glass down to cover her mouth. "What?!" 

Eve nodded, giggling. "Yeah, I was there with some coworkers and she was having lunch with her friend behind us, and as I was about to leave, she asked me to stay for another drink." She explained further, making Amanda look even more excited with every word.

"Are you living in a book or something?" 

"I think I might be."

Amanda smirked at her, moving her arms to rest them on the wall, before wincing.

 "Ugh, my hand is still bruised because of you." She groaned, and Eve put her own hands up in defense.

"Hey, you offered!"

"Yeah, to distract you from the pain, you started squeezing the life out of my hand before the needle even reached you!"

"Okay but still, it was so worth it." Eve stuck her tongue out for emphasis, showing off the jewelry.

"The swelling has gone down so much!" Amanda exclaimed in surprise, making Eve nod excitedly.

"Yeah, before you know it, I can change it to that vibrating jewelry I found on Etsy last week-"

"Eve!"

"Sorry!"

Amanda shook her head, sighing, "What did she think of it?"

Eve's cheeks reddened, giving her a smirk. "Oh, she noticed immediately. Before anyone else did. I know I shouldn't have it in the working environment, so I am a little worried now..."

Amanda clicked her tongue, looking towards Eve's mouth again, "Well, if anyone calls you out, say they're a pervert for looking there."

"At my tongue?" She laughed, and the other woman nodded.

"Yes!"

Eve rolled her eyes at her antics, listening as she randomly began to talk about some of the trash she had to clean up at the university library, even though it wasn't part of her job. The night went on, and it didn't take long for the pair of them to become tipsy on a single bottle of wine.

[bronishayla]

( @peepeemeistermeisterpoopoo , was gonna respond to your comment but then I realised my writing was too long 🥀 absolutely LOVE your user btw )

Aaa thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoy my art and you are SO right, the concept of Sniper being a dad is really slept upon within the TF2 community.

To get into what it was like for the both of them when their daughter was born, I think it would be good to start not only with the months leading up to Ruby's birth but also the discussion they had about having children.

Bronislava was the one to bring it up first, around two and a half years into their relationship (I personally think that they had a bit of a rocky start at the beginning of their relationship, with Mick being closed off as always). It was a passing comment that he didn't think much of - Bronie often goes on rants about romantic things they'd never do, so he just rubbed it off - until the subject came up again. And again and again. Sniper was very wary of the idea, it's a huge commitment after all and I don't think he'd have the self-esteem to picture himself being a good dad, but after a long two day discussion about how they'd move forward with this, they agreed they'd try for a baby, but it wouldn't be their main focus (if that makes sense).

When Bronislava gets the news that she's pregnant, she instantly tells Mundy - which sends him through a bit of an emotional roller coaster;

Is he even ready for this? He's not exactly the nicest guy, what if the kid doesn't like him? What if he's absent? What if the kid turns out exactly like him? Nothing like him? Will his job affect his role in the kid's life? What does he do?

The first couple of months into the pregnancy, Mick is a mess. Bronislava too, but for different reasons - she's ecstatic. Constantly going around to Zhanna's to ask for advice, picking baby clothes of every colour, haphazardly baby-proofing everything in the caravan - absolutely mad with baby fever. She notices that Mick is distraught and tries to include him in preparations, which cheers him up a bit. She's happy, so maybe he can make this work?

The baby arrives earlier than the due date and everybody's scrambling. Mick is so distressed that he forgets to use the turn signal and goes slightly above the speed limit (crazy dangerous). The baby is delivered with no trouble and the both of them are absolutely exhausted.

Bronislava was praying for it to be a girl, so she's very happy. Mick hoped slightly that it would be a boy (wanted to avoid the awkwardness around women's hygiene) but is very pleased with his beautiful baby girl. There were multiple names picked (mainly by Bronie), but Ruby was one of the one's they both liked.

At home, Bronislava spends most of her time codling the baby, with Ruby practically attached to her hip at all times. Mick is very surprised to find out the kid doesn't cry when he holds her, though he refuse s to move whilst he has her in his arms and remains as stiff as a board.

I think Mick unintentionally shrouds himself in his work as an assassin, especially in the early stages. He thinks about his relationship with not only his adoptive parents - but his blood ones too. They left him unsupervised and let him go, his parents in Australia looked down on him for his profession and never really understood or connected with him until they died. What if he does the same? Walks out on his daughters life as soon as he doesn’t understand her? He snaps out of this habit when Bronislava gives him a wake up call that he's only digging himself further into a hole. Thinking about the mistakes he COULD make is taking him down the route of them being more likely to happen. He tries a little harder from then on.

As for Bronislava, I think she takes this as her chance to give her daughter the life she never got to live whilst in the USSR. She has so much love to give to both her daughter and her partner and seeing Mick fall into this mindset really upsets her - she never had a father in her life, she doesn't wish that on Ruby either. The baby fever wears off after the first three months and her hormones go all over the place - what if this WAS the wrong idea? What if she's not fit to be a mother? Zhanna and Yana are her main support system during this time, assuring her that she is capable and that Ruby has a strong, amazing and intelligent mother......and Mick too.

It's rough for the both of them, Mick mainly, but they push through. They love their daughter so much and would do anything for her.

I wasn't expecting to write this much LMAO I've got a lot to say about them I guess 💔 I was gonna add some drawings for this but I went out for breakfast whilst writing 😭 thanks so much for your question again!!! Hope you have a great day <3

[obsessivelullabies]

bonjour again !

(i luved what you did for my last request 💗)

headcanons on arthur morgan falling face flat on the ground hard in love with the reader? how would he be around you? show his love? would he draw or write about you? jst a cute lil blurb idea on him confessing his feelings 💗🎀

(shy!fem!accent reader once again !!!💗)

Love, 🦢🎀

arthur had already been having a shit day. he was frustrated and sore from his day. seeing you was exactly what he needed, he stared at you as he approached you slowly. the moment you turned to face him, he got nervous and tripped over a stupid rock.

he’d been shamed and embarrassed, yet when you helped him up sweetly, asking if he was ok, he felt good about his fall. his heart swelled as he glanced at your concerned face.

arthur would struggle to start a full conversation with you. he didn’t want to overwhelm you. he’d always try though. he never gave up on talking to you.

sometimes, he just lounges around wherever you are. so he can peacefully keep an eye on you.

arthur shows him love through gifts and acts of service. “i got ya’ this while i was away..” and “i got it, you stay.” are very common for him.

he’d most definitely write about you! he wouldn’t be too sappy, just noting little details about you and things you said. if he has the time, he’ll draw pictures of you, especially if he thinks you look extra pretty that day.

arthur confessing his feelings would be awkward. he’d find you alone and try his best asking you out. “hey, uh, i got some spare cash.. i was thinkin’ you and me go out.. do somethin’. just us.” would sum it up.

aaa i’ll work on my cod requests soon i’m just rlly into rdr2 right now

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do you ever picture what things would be like if, somehow, the stars aligned and allowed Tim and Brian to reunite sooner? i had a dream last night where they found each other when Tim was HEAVILY pregnant with Birdie/Birdie was still a teeny-tiny baby, and Brian felt so guilty over losing Jark (Jay/Lark) and overall everything that Hoodie had caused (i go by Joseph DeLage's statement that Brian wasn't in control/not in full control when he was in Hoodie ModeTM), so Brian just went, 'i have to atone for my involvement, and do good by Jark and be a shoulder to lean on for Tim/bonus parent for tiny Birdie since Jark isn't here' and i've been Fucked Up ever since X_X

also, this just gave me the funniest image of Brian just casually wheeling down the sidewalk in Wherevertown going to wherever he needs to be, and ten yards ahead is Tim (with his back to Brian so he doesn't realize immediately), either pregnant AF or carrying baby Birdie in a carrier or whatever, having to stoop/squat to pick up something he'd dropped on the ground; either Brian sees Tim's ass as he's bending over and thinks 'gawd dayum' OR Brian's not as far behind, so when Tim drops the thing, Brian comes to save the day because he carries around a little grabber/pair of salad tongs in the even this situation happens to HIM. Tim either stands up and turns enough for Brian to see his face OR they do the little cliche romcom movie thing where they both just happen to look up at the same time and immediately meet eyes O_O

dear god this got long, one and one thousand pardons aaa

Oh my god I fucking love this. I hadn't thought about this before, but I'm definitely going to now, because god that'd be amazing, things would probably turn out so much more easily for Tim if this had happened. Because in 'canon' he lost Jay, Brian and Alex all at the same time and he feels awful about it. Like sure, Brian isn't dead, but Tim doesn't know that and he massively blames himself for it. He was the reason Brian let go of that ledge and landed just wrong enough for it to kill him. He didn't go back soon enough to check on Brian, to see if he actually was dead, and if he wasn't, was just passed out or paralysed, Tim not going back to check would have doomed him anyway; no one would have known where he was, Benedict hall was abandoned so chances were that no one would find Brian lying there for hours, and if he had internal damage, that length of time was something that'd kill him.

This got... Long :)

Also calling Jay/Lark Jark is so fucking funny, I love it so much 💀

And also also, Tim bending over and Brian being like "👁️ Damn 👁️" At him is absolutely something that happens, in this lil au, and also just in 'canon' Sorry, It's Locked, that's just gonna be them for the rest of their lives. They're gonna be 80 year old men, and Tim's gonna bend over, and Brian's gonna whoosh past him and smack his ass on the way by. They're gonna be sickeningly in love forever. They're gonna be head over heels for each other for the rest of their lives.

This was really fun to think about. I'm probably not gonna get round to actually working on S,IL until after Christmas now, so it was fun to be able to dash out a longish thing about S,IL without having to care about continuity or making it read nicely and all that lol.

So Tim reuniting with Brian right after losing him? I'm thinking they meet before the crossroads episode, while Tim's still trying to get his life sorted out and figure out what to do, where to go, how to be a single parent of a newborn who constantly reminded him of the partner he'd lost. He was in hell. He was beating himself up for everyone's deaths, practically feeling like they were done by his own hands, even though only Alex's was. So if he dropped something, carrying baby Birdie and maybe some shopping bags in his hands, so he couldn't easily grab it himself, and he saw a lil grabber coming out of nowhere to pick the thing up for him, and turned around to be faced with Brian? I think he'd probably have a break down in the street, a little.

I think at first he wouldn't let himself be fully convinced it's actually Brian. He hasn't seen Brian's face since uni, pretty much, except on the tapes, and they're blurry as all hell, so he tries not to get his hopes up. He tries not to kid himself that this helpful guy is Brian. He's thinner than Brian ever was, he has a beard and mustache than Brian never had, he's in a wheelchair and he looks much more subdued than Brian ever did. But this guy's eyes just widen, and he almost whispers Tim's name, like he's also terrified of this being nothing but a cruel twist of the universe.

So Tim whispers his name back, disbelieving and on the verge of tears, putting his grocery bags on the floor and holding Birdie tighter because he just needs to. And Brian nods with tears in his eyes and his lip wobbling a bit as he tries to figure out what he should even say. What do you say to the best friend you haven't seen in years? What do you say when that friend is kinda of the reason you have a spinal cord injury? What do you say when that friend has a baby in his arms and you don't even know enough about his life anymore to know how or when or who.

In the end he just settles on "I'm sorry."

Tim stares at him like he has two heads, almost angry as he asks what the fuck Brian has to be sorry for. Tim's the one to blame for Brian's current situation, Tim's to blame for everything! But Brian is the one apologising? They stay in the street like that for a while, probably too long with how many people step onto the road to walk around them, giving them a mixture of concerned and irritated looks. Eventually they decide to move, head back to Brian's place because Tim knows the lift up to his apartment is broken and has been for ages (he hadn't thought it'd matter before, he wasn't going to be staying there long, planning on moving away from that goddamn town, that goddamn state as soon as humanly possible).

They talk on the way there, Brian offering to carry things for Tim, but realising that the only thing he could really carry would be Birdie in her little baby wrap carrier, because Tim's grocery bags are those really big ones and would tip over really easily if Brian so much as leant forwards an itch. And Tim's not going to just hand his baby over. Sure, this is Brian, but he's been a somewhat malicious seeming presence in Tim's life for years now and he can't quite trust him, not yet, not with his baby, not with the last living piece of Jay that he had left. So they make their way slowly slowly slowly across town, Tim taking frequent breaks any time they get to somewhere he can sit for even a minute.

They talk about everything. Absolutely everything they can.

Brian asks about Birdie first.

"what's their name?" "She's called Birdie."

"That's a nice name, and she's yours?" "Yeah... All mine." Tim says that but with tears in his eyes and his bottom lip curling over as he tries not to cry.

"Yours and..." "Yeah, mine and Jay's." Tim's voice is all croaky when he answers and they reach another place he can sit down, because he just needs a moment to put his bags down again and wrap both of his arms gently around Birdie's tiny body where it's wrapped securely against his chest.

"I'm so sorry." "She's all I have left of him, didn't even know I was pregnant until after he was gone... Finding out was..." "A lot?" "I felt like I was suffocating."

Brian just nods. He feels awful. He feels just as much like this is his fault as Tim does and they finish the rest of their walk in mostly silence. They don't let the conversation stray back to difficult things when they get back to Brian's place, it's just as shitty as Tim's apartment, but it's at least fairly accessible, and he and Brian try to keep things normal for a bit, trying to catch up like they were just normal people who'd lost touch after uni. But they can't really do that, can they? Because they aren't normal people, Tim had thought Brian was dead for years, only to find out he'd been wrong when he thought he was watching him die again. Brian had stolen Tim's meds, he'd stalked him and Jay around for months on end and made them feel almost as unsafe as Alex had.

They aren't normal people.

So the topic finds its way back to MH. They talk about what they remember, about uni and what had happened to Brian when he disappeared after that. Tim finds out that Brian barely remembers most of the last few years, felt like he was watching his body getting piloted around by someone else while he was trapped inside, and he tells Brian about his own memory loss.

Brian remembers at least some scattered bits and pieces from the times he and Tim in the mask were together. He talks about the relief of knowing that Tim was at least alive still, and about how even when he felt like he had no control over himself, he was glad that his body seemed to remember that Tim wasn't a threat, was someone he cared about, someone he loved. He also talks about the end, when he'd let go of that ledge and for the first time in years that felt like an action he had been fully in control of.

He doesn't regret it, he also isn't somehow happy he did it, it was just a thing that happened. What he's really glad for is the fact that Tim didn't have to go the rest of his life thinking he'd killed someone, that he'd killed him. Tim tells him about Alex, about how he had killed someone, and there was no mistaking it for an accident like there could have been with Brian. Tim had slit Alex's throat with Jay's penknife, mercy for Alex and revenge for Jay.

They talk and talk and talk, have dinner together before Tim has to leave to put Birdie to bed properly and take some time to himself so he can scream into a pillow. They get each other's phone numbers though, they refuse to lose contact with each other again.

They meet up as often as they possibly can after that first accidental time, mostly just spending their time at Brian's place, just talking. Tim obviously brings Birdie with him every time, he doesn't have anywhere he can leave her, doesn't have a childminder or anything, and, y'know, she's a newborn, she's only a few months old. So she comes with him. The first few times, she stays in Tim's arms or his lap, he doesn't let go of her the whole time, and Brian doesn't ask to hold her. He gets it. He understands as much as he possibly can from what Tim's told him, about how she's all he has left of Jay, about how he just can't trust Brian with holding her just yet, needs to have her in his arms so he knows she's safe.

Tim's told him about the nightmares he has. He dreams about losing Jay, he dreams about losing Brian, and he especially dreams about losing Birdie. It's almost nightly, he wakes up terrified that she's been kidnapped, or hurt somehow, or that he himself has hurt her, has killed her like he killed Alex, like he thought he'd killed Brian and still can't quite believe he didn't... And like he killed Jay, like he let Jay die. If he'd just put his upset at Jay aside and said they could stick together while they were looking around Benedict hall, he'd have been with Jay when Alex shot him and maybe Alex would have thought twice about doing it, maybe he could have saved Jay.

So when one day Tim asks if Brian would like to hold Birdie, Brian understands just how big a deal it is. He nods, though, he says he'd love to hold her, and he doesn't say a word when Tim fusses around with making sure he's holding her correctly, making sure that the brakes are on on his chair so he won't roll, making sure that Birdie's still bundled up safe and warm. And then he hands her to Brian, and she's a squirmy little thing, making little baby noises and grabbing at him when he cradles her against his chest like Tim showed him, supporting her head and smiling at her with tears in his eyes, because yes, she looks like Jay... But she also looks like Tim.

She looks a bit like Tim did when the two of them first met.

It's her eyes, sure, the shape is more like Jay's, all too big and a bit buggy, a little droopy and looking incredibly strange in her tiny baby face, but the colour is exactly like Tim's.

Tim tells him more about his and Jay's relationship while he holds Birdie, letting her hold his finger and babbling back at her when she makes her little baby noises. Brian decides that he absolutely has to be there for Tim and Birdie. He doesn't even say anything about it to Tim, just decides it for himself as he listens to Tim talking about how he'd tried to count back the months to figure out when Birdie had been conceived. Tim jokes about feeling like a weirdo for it, but he just had to know, he had to figure out what point in their relationship Birdie had started, to know and remember that moment as happily as he could.

Brian listens to it all, he doesn't even really feel jealous, doesn't feel any sort of weird at hearing Tim talking about his last partner. He listens to everything Tim tells him about Jay, the good sides, the bad sides, how awful it was trying to live around being hunted down by Alex and the Operator. Tim even mentions the fact that Jay was clearly figuring out his gender and how awful it feels knowing that Jay never got to live comfortably in his skin before he died.

Brian just listens, he holds Birdie and he listens while Tim gets everything off his chest, and he decides that he's going to be there for him through anything, whatever comes their way, he'll be there with Tim, for Tim. He isn't even doing it because he still likes Tim, because he wants to be in a relationship with him again. He doesn't even necessarily want Birdie to grow up seeing him as her dad too. He just wants to be there for Tim in any way he'll have him, whether that's just as a friend, or as something more.

[mandarinmoons]

hiii! aaa. OKAY. so, what abt reader (or spencer) finally getting a new puppy after seeing that is possible to have a lovely dog and work at the bau thanks to luke, lol. and then the other one coming to their shared flat and they are like (spencer or reader, up to you who decides to get the puppy) but sweetheart- (sighs) alright we can keep it because it's cute. hehe. just tons of your lovely spencer fluff! mwah.

You were used to having animals. Growing up you had several pets from goldfish to dogs and cats and when you moved to D.C. having a little loving animal by your side was something you terribly missed. You knew that it would be hard to keep a pet by yourself, especially if it was a dog who needed to be taken out regularly. However, you no longer lived alone, you had your lovely boyfriend Spencer and you were slowly wearing him down on the topic of getting a pet.

After one night of begging, pleading and showing your best puppy dog like eyes at Spencer to go to a kennel sometime soon to look at the puppies they have up for adoption, all that Spencer said was “We’ll look into it, okay?” and that was it for the whole night. The topic wasn’t brought up again for a few days until a better offer came up.

One of your coworker’s dogs had puppies recently and was looking for a home for them. After seeing pictures of the little furballs your eyes landed on one of them and knew you needed to have it in your arms. It was a little spaniel puppy with golden fur and a brown nose, it was adorable.

After finishing a shift you picked up the needed supplies for your newest family member and headed over to pick it up.

A few hours later you were at home and playing with your new love. The puppy was energetic and was gnawing on a toy you got him, holding onto it with its paws as he kept on going. You were so distracted with the dog that you didn’t hear the front door open and close. Spencer walked in and furrowed his brows as he heard the squeak of a chew toy, it couldn’t be what he thought it was. Spencer walked to the living room and was met with you sitting on the middle of the carpet, holding a small dog in your arms.

“Sweetheart…”

“Oh Spence! Come here, I want to introduce you to someone,” Spencer walked over to you and sat down next to you, the puppy immediately crawling over to him and sniffing him. A smile crept up on Spencer’s lips and he gently petted the puppy.

“Isn’t he cute?”

“He is, but where did you get him?”

“Marla’s dog had puppies some time ago and they needed homes, so I thought why not?”

Spencer sighs and tries to hold back a chuckle as the dog bites on his fingers playfully.

“You should’ve talked to me about this first, you know.”

“I know, but you were so hesitant and I really wanted him, Spence. I’m sorry that I didn’t come to you first, but…”

The puppy crawled back over to you and licked your hand, even if Spencer wasn’t too keen on having a dog right now he was going to have a hard time keeping you two apart.

“Well it’s a bit sudden, but I think I can come around to him. Okay, let’s keep him.”

“Really?”

Spencer nodded and you jumped into his arms and kissed him, making the dog bark and jumping up to join in on the fun. Both of you chuckled and Spencer cleared his throat,

“What’s his name?”

“He doesn’t have one yet, I thought that maybe you could do the honors.”

“Okay um… Spock?”

“Spock? Really? Any other name that isn’t after a Star Trek character?”

Spencer chuckles, “I don’t know um… Sunny? I mean he does have a golden coat.”

“I love that, do you like it Sunny?”

The dog licked your face which made you giggle, “Sunny it is.”

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[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

What do you think Asahi (and the other Karasuno members if you want) would do for y/n’s birthday?

(Totally not because it’s my birthday tomorrow and I love Asahi so much 🥺❤️❤️)

Omg happy birthday!! 🩷🩷 Hope you have a great one!! Here, hope you like these 🩷

Asahi would do his absolute best to make every birthday of yours special.

He loves you so much and he wants to see the biggest smile on your face.

He's very thoughtful and attentive so if you've ever mentioned you want something, however much in passing, he will remember that and make sure to get it for you.

There's also always a sentimental gift along with a material one. Could be a letter, could be a handwritten note along with a framed picture of the two of you. Something that's very sweet and cheesy but it's very him.

He'll be planning it for weeks in advance and fussing over the tiniest of details because he wants the day to be nothing short of perfect.

Because you're perfect and deserve nothing less.

As soon as the clock strikes 12, he'll be there with a handmade cake of your favourite flavour singing you happy birthday.

He also does a whooooole thing where he makes special outfits for you from scratch. A cute daytime outfit for the day and the most breathtakingly sexy outfit for the night. Perks of being with an apparel designer, you get custom-made originals exclusively for you.

He also does your hair for each outfit 🥹

Plans out the whole day. Everything is planned according to activities and foods he knows you'll enjoy.

"I just want you to know how much you mean to me, how glad I am that you were born and I want to try and make you as happy as you make me."

Aaa this was very broken and I wrote this in like 10 minutes because it's a busy day at work today but I also wanted you to have something for your birthday. Hope you like it!!

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 1 part 3

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

so babe, hear me out. we could adopt him. just spitballing here (agatha, probably)

bwahhaha fantasy!billy and his death stare, meanwhile real billy is such a polite baby

if you look closely you can tell Joe Locke is fighting for his life holding down laughter in a lot of his scenes with Katrhyn. he has nerves of steel, couldn't be me

(also, billy telling her she has neither the respect of her peers NOR a fulfilling home life? harsh, but fair.) (at least her wife is trying to fix the home life part)

honey, don't go around kicking grumpy little twinks now! perfectly in character. despite her chaotic exterior, rio is a very lawful person. she is literally the laws of nature!

the Ballad plays faintly in the background when Billy mentions the Road

I love when good actors have to pretend to be bad actors. and I also find it interesting that Agatha cast herself as a good guy. does it make her feel better? is she telling herself that all the atrocities were justified, that it was only survival instinct? (like rio said, she's only lying to herself)

I had to look up the painting, it's Macbeth meeting the three witches (thank you Reddit!) So Macbeth (Agatha) and Banquo (Billy) meeting Lilia, Jen and Alice?

how did I miss Billy sitting on the chair Rio was just on?! amazing lens choices here too

Wanda's death makes her cry again. I honestly, honestly believe she feels awful about what she did to her. but guilt will never be enough to redeem her - especially because she tends to run away from it.

Wanda's magic was so strong that it took at least four things to undo the spell: Wanda dying, Rio's intervention, Billy's counterspell, and Agatha's willpower. It was a group effort, Agatha could have never done it alone. And despite her scorched earth tactics, there are still two people in her life, rio and billy, willing to help out in her hour of need

it's naughty tiiiime

I still really love the curls

can I say iconique?

it's like someone's about to die at the end of this

bwahahahahaah and oh my GAWD all the case files and boxes, where did she GET that stuff, did she rob a precinct, did she make them with the power of arts and crafts

you know what I think? being naked here is a power move. she is being very over the top because she's really uncomfortable, she just woke up and she's in those moments when you stop dreaming and have to relearn what's real and what isn't. she is someone used to calculate and scheme and micromanage every aspect of her life and she is not in control right now. what does Agatha do to reclaim control? she puts on a show. to her, being under the spell was way more like being naked, her insecurities and emotions and past were out in the open for everyone to see. being physically naked could never be nearly as distressing, and this is a nakedness she chose, because it tells people nothing about herself, nothing of what she wants to keep secret and protected. she's got the upper hand, not the other way round

you are all cowards and sheep for not saying Wanda's name, says the lady who would rather hide under a dozen magic layers than face her problems

that is so nice that they brought her groceries actually??? and lol those are the flowers in Agatha's crime scene pictures

that little girl is having a great time

FUCK CLOTHES BUT FUCK THESE CLOTHES SPECIFICALLY!!!!

(wait am I allowed to post butt cheeks? what are the rules right now?)

she turns quiet and emo as soon as she's alone

why doesn't she just - kiss the wiwwle bunny. bury her nose in that big fluffly head. even villains need a cuddle sometimes.

sure, bring señor scratchy. so menacing. that'll show them.

poor boy. trapped in a closet with ralph's bluray collection

aaand I really want to get to the next scene so I'll start on it right away, hopefully it'll be ready later tonight

go to part 4

[elvenbeard]

Sorry if this has been asked before, are you planning on getting Veilguard? I love your ocs and am sure would love to see your Rook grace my dash <3

Heyaaa :DD N'awww, first of all, thank you so much!! Honestly, I'd love to get Veilguard solely to make Tamlen in the CC and see if I can age him up and have him look like how I pictured him to look like older, back when it was uncertain still if there'd even be a Dragon Age 4!

But no, hasn't been asked before, at least not publicly on Tumblr xD (and even if, no worries, my asks are always open!)

I am planning to get Veilguard eventually, and I gotta say, I'm very sad and partly also conflicted that I can't play it atm and be there while the hype is big, enjoy it together with friends who have been waiting so long for a sequel xD DA was my big main fandom for so long, and I've loved DA since Origins (as you and a lot of the people who have been following me for a while probably know).

Currently though I'm A) still super invested in Cyberpunk - there is so much I still wanna do and create, and I'm scared that DATV would take up too much of the little time I have to do all that. B) I'm not in the best place mentally atm (just had some stuff happen these last months that dragged me down immensely, and I'm also finally legally transitioning irl - or trying to - and it's been an insane uphill struggle so far, as expected). And all that is also making it hard to find time and enjoy my hobbies like I used to, or doing commissions etc. And that gets me to C): finances are tight and I just can't afford an AAA title full-price right now. I know I don't have it nearly as bad as others and the game is a normal price for a AAA title, but I have necessary car repairs coming up, as well as vet bills, etc etc and in the grand scheme of things it is "only" 70€, but also 70€ I need to put towards these upcoming necessary bombshells on my bank account.

Sorry that turned into such a wall of text, but I guess I'm taking the chance to write a little life update XD In the long run I'm excited to get to know eveyone's Rooks, especially my friends' and long-term mutuals', but currently I have everything DA-related blacklisted to avoid spoilers for as long as possible. (And I hope I can open comms again soon and here as well am more than open to DA-related stuff again, as I've always been, even when I wasn't actively creating much for the fandom myself!)

[pkg4mumtown]

Special Weapons and Tactics (Ch. 13)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Original Male Character (OMC)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: It's Hotch's birthday. Haley and León are being extra sneaky.

Content Warnings: strong language, first person POV, A LOT OF SMUT, anal sex, blowjobs, injury, family fluff

A/N: You get a lot from me this weekend! I'll be posting a bonus 13.5 chapter shortly!

Songs from the playlist for this chapter: Your Love is My Favorite Band, Who We Are, For Island Fires and Family (If you’ve checked out the playlist before, you’ll notice I rearranged the songs near the end and they’re finally in chapter order…so you can see the sad fun things to come LOL).

Also available on AO3

tags: @l-a-u-r-aaa, @mystic-rox

November 2010

Aaron's birthday being in the middle of the week would have been harder to tackle had I not been riding a desk. Haley and I worked on a small get together for him at their old house—more room she insisted. So, when Derek text me late Monday morning that they we’re only consulting on a case from Quantico, I was able to breathe easier and hoped it stayed that way.

Keeping the whole thing a secret from Hotch was next to impossible. It was easy when we had Halloween to distract him from the calls, texts, and planning. However, declining dinner on a Monday night with him?

Suspicious.

All so that I could help Haley set the house up.

As I was getting off work, I told Aaron my shoulder was just feeling sore and that I had a headache from being on my computer more often because of desk duty. The admission only served to make him turn around and want to come over to my place to take care of me.

Sigh.

As far as he knew, we were only going to dinner for his birthday with his small family, just the four of us. For his forty-fifth birthday, he should have guessed Haley had something bigger up her sleeve.

I felt bad—I really did—for blowing him off but knew that he suspected something because I wasn’t one to fight his presence extremely hard. At the same time, I was blowing him off for him, so…he could suffer for one night.

I changed into comfortable clothes at home and went straight to Haley's.

I pulled up to the house, a cute, comfortable single-family residence in a quiet neighborhood. I hissed as I got out of the car, feeling a breeze that I didn’t prepare for partly out of stubbornness and partly laziness because of my immobilized arm.

I checked my watch, humming to myself. Seeing that it was only 8:00 PM, I figured if we got set up fast enough, I could surprise Aaron later.

With my busted arm, though, I’d have to work twice as fast.

As soon as I got to the door, she opened the door and slapped her hand over my mouth. She made a hand signal indicating a phone and glanced over to where Jack was sitting on the couch with a phone pressed to his ear. At my dumbfounded expression, she rolled her eyes playfully as she eased her hand from my mouth.

“Aaron,” she mouthed, gesturing for me to follow her toward the dining area, where empty balloons, streamers, and a small stack of assorted party supplies waited.

As I passed the couch, Jack immediately looked up and brought a finger to his lips with a devious smile.

Decorating the house that Aaron and Haley built their family in was becoming a surreal experience. Haley still had some family pictures of the three of them up but mostly pictures of Jack adorned the walls. I tried not to linger in the hallway too long looking at the photos, though Haley wouldn’t mind if I did.

I just didn’t want to look like a jealous creep. I was neither jealous nor a creep, but—

I shook my head and met Haley in the dining room.

As I started sorting through the decorations, Jack’s voice carried from the living room, “Daddy! Guess what! No, you have to guess! Okay, okay…Mom let me have ice cream before dinner.”

Haley raised an eyebrow at me across the dining room whispering, “That’s a damn lie.”

Suppressing a laugh, I leaned closer, “I’m sure Aaron is doing his best to bribe and interrogate him.”

Haley shook her head, chuckling and handing me a spool of streamers, “Jack’s too smart for his own good. Runs in the family.”

Jack’s conversation with Aaron grew even more animated, filling the house with contagious laughter. We had to stop ourselves from laughing too loudly so Aaron wouldn’t hear us.

“I’ll handle the balloons because you can't be trusted not to pop anything with one arm,” she murmured, sliding the package of balloons all the way away from me.

I snorted, glancing down at my arm in a sling and nodding with an accepting shrug.

“Streamers up here are okay?” I looked over at her from where I had one end of the streamer poised and ready to tape to the wall. Upon her approval, I got started hanging the rest of it up.

We worked efficiently, a rhythm forming as the decorations slowly came together. Haley was calm and methodical, having done this numerous times for her family. I, on the other hand, found myself muttering curses under by breath running back and forth between the streamer and the tape with only one hand. I had tried holding the tape dispenser in the hand of my bad arm and promptly dropped it, so that was out of the question.

“You know,” Haley teased as she tied a balloon as silently as possible, “you’re more high-strung under pressure than I expected.”

Scoffing and laughing at the same time, I bumped her with my good shoulder, “I’m not normally. I’m frustrated with my stupid arm and I can’t take this damn thing off because he’ll know. And I’m anxious about Aaron piecing this whole thing together before he steps foot in the house.”

Haley's laugh was warm and genuine, knowing exactly what I meant about Aaron. It was the strangest sense of camaraderie to feel, to be bonding over the same man.

But it felt—

—nice.

“Even if he figures it out, he’ll still play along.”

Jack’s voice cut through the moment, “Okay, Daddy.  Good night, love you, too.”

Haley and I hurriedly returned to our tasks as Jack came bounding into the dining room.

“Daddy doesn’t know anything!”

“Good job, bud,” I held out my good hand—free of sticky tape—for a high-five. He slapped it enthusiastically and ran in for a hug to my legs.

He looked over at his mom, grinning sheepishly, “But, I almost told him about the cake.”

“It’s okay, ‘almost’ doesn’t count,” she ruffled his hair. “Go get ready for bed, we’re almost done, okay?”

Jack darted away, whether he’d listen or not was to be determined. Haley and I resumed our work in relative silence, the quiet hum of the house punctuated only by the occasional creak of the floorboards or Jack’s movements from the other room.

As I carefully tied the last bunch of balloons around the house, I caught sight of a photo on the mantle—a candid shot of Aaron and Jack a few years ago. Aaron was mid-laugh, Jack perched on his lap with cake smeared across his face and hands.

“Hard to believe he’s already going to be forty-five,” Haley appeared next to me, her voice softer now.

I glanced over at her, noting the wistfulness in her expression. She was smiling, but there was a flicker of something else—maybe nostalgia for what they used to be. Whatever it was, it was something unspoken, meant only for the two of them.

We finished decorating just as Jack was ready to be tucked in. Haley excused herself, patting my shoulder and letting her hand fall off as she walked to tuck her son in.  I took in the decorations, festive but not over-the-top. Simple for the little time we had, but it was perfect.

Aaron wasn't one for theatrics anyway.

Haley came back out a few minutes later, shooting me a tired but satisfied smile.

“Thanks for letting me help,” I located my belongings, getting ready to go.

She nodded, walking me to the door and hugging me in the entryway, “Thanks for making him happy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night,” I gave her a small wave as I stepped outside.

-

I debated going over Aaron’s apartment anyway, hoping he’d be awake. His apartment was closer than mine from Haley’s house. I thought over how I was going to explain being awake after telling him I was going to bed, deciding if I was just honest he might be less wary. I sent him a text as I parked, hoping he’d answer before I got to the door.

“Are you wake?”

“Yea, are you okay?”

Bingo

Instead of replying, I knocked on the door. Looking down at myself, I honestly did look like I just rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of sweats. I felt a chill run down my spine as the cold set in, not my brightest idea to stand out here in a t-shirt but there I was. I ruffled my hair some to look even more tired, nearly jumping when Aaron opened the door.

“Hey, come inside,” Aaron practically yanked me inside by the forearm.

I immediately sunk into his warm embrace. His soft t-shirt tickled my nose as I inhaled the clean garment. I moved my head, pressing my mouth to his exposed neck. The shiver that followed the action made me chuckle.

“I thought you didn't feel well?”

“I don’t but…I missed you,” I hummed—not a complete lie, “and it's your birthday.”

His nose pressed into my neck, inhaling deeply, “Not for two hours.” His nose moved in the slightest, inhaling again. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” He pressed a kiss to my skin. “Let’s go to bed.”

Did he smell Haley on me? What in the bloodhound shit was this?

I didn't need much convincing to slide under his warm blankets, leaving my sweats on so I wasn't awoken by cold toes on my shins in the middle of the night.

I shivered at the coolness of his extra pillow but that cold was soon chased away as Aaron tucked himself into my side. He hugged me close, throwing his leg over the top of mine and settled his hand on my abdomen.

-

The next morning, we went for a light run, my knees protesting the cold the entire time as our feet silently pounded on the pavement. Aaron ran on my bad side, ready to help me if I lost my balance.

Was I supposed to be running—even lightly—with my arm immobilized?

No, but Aaron was picking his battles and letting me go light and loosen the sling some.

On the trek back to his apartment, I stopped a block short, earning me a raised eyebrow from him thinking I had overworked my arm. But, tucked into the corner of the quiet block—silent from the neighborhood still waking up—was a coffee shop with exactly one person in line. I nodded my head toward the door and trotted over, with Aaron not far behind.

I held the door open for him with my foot, immediately hit with the scent of roasted beans and warm pastries. The screaming hiss of steaming milk, broke me out of my reverie and I made my way to the counter already spotting what I wanted from the glass case as I passed it. After ordering the fluffiest chocolate croissant I’ve ever seen and an iced coffee, I looked to Aaron, who simply ordered a large coffee. Rolling my eyes, I leaned over and pointed to a neatly wrapped biscotti with chocolate drizzled on the edge. It was basic, but just indulgent enough for Aaron to feel like a celebration without going overboard.

“And one of those, please. It’s his birthday,” I announced a little too proudly to a complete stranger.

As if the barista gave a shit at 6:00 AM.

I pulled out my wallet, fiddling with it with both hands as best as I could to get my card out. I saw Aaron pull his out, making me kick his foot to stop him.

“I may only have one arm right now. But, I will fight you and I will win,” I glared, finally pulling my card out and swiping it on the machine.

Aaron’s mouth curled into a smile, shaking his head as he stuffed his wallet back into his pants, “I can’t believe you’re getting iced coffee in this weather.”

“It makes me less cold if my insides are cold,” I grinned.

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Aaron scoffed.

“It totally is.”

“Thank you,” he finally said once we left the cafe, which had steadily rose in volume and customers as we waited. He leaned over, careful to not knock me or our drinks over, pressing as kiss to my cheek.

Despite the cold outside, I felt heat spread across my face.

Finishing our breakfast at the apartment, we started getting ready for our respective work days.

“I have another present for you,” I grinned as I grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

“Besides the coffee and breakfast? You’re spoiling me.”

“The only reason you feel spoiled is because it was almost a twenty dollar order,” I scoffed, dropping his hand and unclipping my sling.

“Yeah, maybe,” he murmured, watching as I tugged my shirt off with one arm and stepped into the bathroom. “What exactly is this surprise?”

“Come on,” I turned, walking backwards and facing him. I hooked my fingers in my pants a pushed them down until they fell to the floor. “You’re smart enough to guess Agent Hotchner.”

He didn’t respond as he licked his bottom lip and tugged his clothes off in haste while I turned the water on.

I stepped under the warm spray, my time there immediately cut short as Aaron bullied me against the wall with his wide frame. His huge hands engulfed my face as his tongue pushed passed my lips and opened my mouth to him. The kiss was sloppy and rushed but set the simmer under my skin ablaze.

His hardening cock rutted needily against my hip. I reached down to grasp his length, feeling the groan in his chest as the sound exited his mouth. I mentally cursed myself for forgetting the lube in his bedroom as I stroked his cock to full hardness.

He gasped into my mouth as I twisted my hand, letting his mouth trail down my jaw to my neck. I hummed as his teeth sunk into my neck while his hand searched for my cock trapped between us.

Before he could touch me, I grabbed his wrist, took a step forward, and turned until I reversed our roles. My stockier, heavier frame pressed Aaron solidly into the tile with two solid grunts.

“Sorry,” I breathed, pressing my lips to his chest and down his abdomen, squatting down until I was on my knees.

My chin bumped along his heated flesh, wasting no time as my lips wrapped around the tip and sucked while my tongue stimulated the underside. His fingers tangled in the wet, matted curls on my head that straightened from the weight of the water and tickled my eyelashes. I closed my eyes to shield them from the droplets pouring down my face as I took Aaron deep in my throat.

His moans only grew in volume as I continued. I maneuvered my hand behind his tightening balls, feeling for his hole with my eyes closed. I pressed my finger against him—not breaching, just teasing—stimulating the outside.

I blinked my eyes open rapidly to get a clear view of him. My rhythm almost faltered as I looked up at his tight, craned neck. His head was thrown back against the tile, mouth ajar, and his hips trying and failing to stay in place.

My mouth slowed, a whine pulling from his throat. His hips pushed his cock back into my mouth, chasing the wet heat.

As quickly as he’d done it, he pulled back, looking down at me to make sure.

I lapped at his glans, making eye contact, “Fuck my face, mi amor, please.”

I begged.

I wanted to feel him let go and use my face how he pleased.

I craved it.

I opened my mouth, presenting my tongue for him.

A half a second later, his cock was back in my throat. He thrusted relentlessly, chasing the orgasm that I had so cruelly pulled him back from.

Tears pricked my eyes involuntarily, but I didn’t care. My hand dropped to my own aching dick, squeezing just tight enough to teeter the line between pain and pleasure. I moaned around his girth, moving my hand in pace with his hips. I hummed happily—even as his balls slapped my chin and my nose pressed roughly against his abdomen.

“G-gonna come. Fu—ck, L-e—oh—,” Aaron’s hips turned erratic, finally stuttering and pausing before my mouth was filled with his release. “Yes, baby. Take it,” he sighed, pulling his hips back and pressing forward again as another spurt entered my mouth.

I was smiling around his cock, my hand still flying over mine through his spasms. I leaned back onto my toes, my knees coming off the hard floor as I felt my orgasm approaching.

Pressing forward into Aaron’s languid frame, I pressed my face into him, taking him deeply in my throat again as I came. My moans muffled on his cock. The hand on my injured side braced on his thigh to keep myself from collapsing entirely.

When my touch became too much, I let go of both myself and Aaron. I stood on wobbly legs, wincing as the hard floor had only made my aching knees worse. But, it was worth it.

Aaron’s eyes were closed as he caught his breath, chest rising an falling rhythmically. His beautifully long lashes on display with beads of water clinging to them.

I leaned into him, feeling his arms hold me tightly. This face tucked in against my cheek, lips brushing my ear teasingly.

“So good for me, baby,” he cooed breathlessly into my ear. “Sucked my dick so well.”

Before I could speak, his lips were on mine, tongue dipping into my mouth to taste himself.

“That was a very good surprise,” he mumbled.

I smiled lazily, licking over my lips, “I’m glad, potty mouth.”

“Hmm,” he laughed. “But you’re not disagreeing with it.”

“Oh, never. I’ll be a good little cock slut for you any time, Hotchner.”

I pressed a kiss to his lips again before twisting out of his grasp to clean myself off.

-

The plan was simple. After work, we would go home, change, and I’d pick Aaron up from his apartment (for once). He had insisted on picking me up, claiming he knew the way so it would be faster. He didn’t know that I also knew the way, so:

I recanted my distaste for backtracking.

He pointed out it would be easier to both get changed at his place.

I agreed, unfortunately.

But, I could...distract him…for a bit while the rest of the team arrived at Haley’s. Luckily, we had also told them to arrive an hour earlier than Haley told Aaron. Derek and Dave also had a job in making sure Aaron left on time, taking on the majority of his work near the end of the day and urging him to leave and spend time with his family on his birthday. He was understandably conflicted, but relented.

Watching Aaron shed the suit he wore was like watching him bring down the walls he kept around himself on the job. His shoulders visibly relaxed—posture not quite so proper, though it was far better than my posture—and he removed the stick up his ass as Derek so eloquently put it one tough day.

Looking through what I had available to me, I scrunched my nose up and decided on a button down, jeans, and whatever coat I had hanging by the door. I took off the sling so I could change, doing a couple quick exercises to loosen up my arm from being trapped all day.

Shaking out my shirt, I jumped to feel cool hands wrap around my waist. I shuffled to escape them, which only served to back myself up against Aaron’s equally bare chest.

His hot breath contrasted his cold hands as he left open-mouthed kissed along my traps. His hands traveled from my sides around to my abdomen and chest, finding my nipples and pinching.

I inhaled sharply at the sting of pleasure.

“I think we have time,” he murmured, dropping his hands to my hips and hooking his fingers in my unbuttoned jeans.

I glanced over at the clock.

Perfect, actually.

My jeans and briefs fell unceremoniously to the bedroom floor. I climbed forward onto the bed on my hands and knees, leaving my feet hanging off the edge spread wide to make room for Aaron. I heard clothing rustling and drawers banging behind me as I waited patiently.

The happy hum that left my throat as I felt his covered, but heated flesh press between my cheeks was borderline embarrassing.

-

Okay, not perfect but we were only be fifteen minutes late, which was better than being fifteen minutes early and not everyone having arrived yet.

Luckily, Haley confirmed everyone was in fact there and that Penelope was the last to arrive.

I guess it was perfect.

“I’d say I hope Haley doesn’t kill me for us being late, but this one was your fault,” I smiled, patting his hand on the center console as we parked.

I watched Aaron’s eyes dart around the street as we climbed out of the car. They had hidden their cars well but I saw the corner of his mouth perk up when he recognized one parked further down the street.

Aaron knocked in a specific pattern, one I hadn’t heard from him before, to announce his presence before moving his hand to check if the door was unlocked. Before he could reach it, the door swung open and an over-excited six-year-old launched into his arms.

“Happy Birthday, Daddy!”

“Thank you, Jack,” he smiled widely, kissing the boy on the cheek as he entered the house.

As soon we completely entered, the lights flicked on, revealing Haley and the team as they all  shouted “Happy Birthday!”

Aaron blinked his eyes both in surprise and the sudden change in light, his eyes darting across the room as he took in the decorations surrounding his family. As promised, the team was all there—Penelope as her usual vibrant self, armed with a camera; Derek with a wide grin and a lopsided party hat no doubt given to him by Jack; Emily and JJ with noisemakers; and Spencer holding a present suspiciously looking like a neatly wrapped book. Dave leaned casually against the wall, a glass of wine already in hand.

“Took you two long enough,” Dave smirked knowingly, taking a sip and pushing himself off the wall to stand up straight.

“Didn't think we’d let you slide on into forty-five without a little celebration, did you?” Derek called out, holding up a beer as Aaron set Jack down on his feet.

“I should have known something was going on,” he said, glancing back at me. “You're not that good at keeping secrets.”

“Oh, hush, I did my best,” I pushed his shoulder.

“Come on, Birthday Boss,” Penelope jogged forward, looping her arm around Hotch’s and waving her camera. “Group picture!”

Aaron groaned, looking at me for help as he was dragged away, but he didn’t protest as everyone gathered around him near one of the many banners we hung. Haley nudged Aaron toward the center, little Jack being picked up by Derek and tickled mercilessly.

“I can take it,” I held my hand out for Penelope's camera where she was busy setting up the timer and placing the camera on a raised part of the living room.

“Nope, you’re part of it, too! Get in here!” Emily shouted.

“Yea, you helped mommy!”

Aaron held out his hand and I was weak to let it go unattended, grabbing his hand and standing where he guided me next to him, opposite Haley.

After some trial and error, Penelope finally got her picture and everyone groaned in happiness at being released, free to eat and refill their drinks now that the birthday boy had arrived. We all settled in the dining room, really the only part of the house that could seat all of us at the same time.

Cake was cut, and gifts were given despite Aaron's protesting. Jack insisted on going last, so Spencer stepped up first, presenting Hotch with a early edition of The Hound of Baskerville. Impatiently, Penelope went next—a silly mug proclaiming, “In Charge But Barely Keeping It Together"—that one got a laugh out of everyone. Derek presented him with better headphones for their plane trips and JJ slid over a large bag of flavored gourmet coffee. Both made Aaron's eyes light up with glee at the prospect of using both items. Emily was next and gave him a framed photo of their team with notes written by everyone on the inside of the frame. Rossi gingerly placed an expensive bottle of scotch on the table, with his only demand being that the first drink would be with only the two of them.

I felt eyes on me, realizing I was next before Jack and Haley. Patting my jacket pocket, I fished out a leather case and handed it to him.

“This same type of knife has been through hell and back with me, and has tons of tools and uses. Figured you could replace the one you have that keeps falling apart,” I told him. He flipped open the case, holding the knife in his hand but not flipping the blade out in front of Jack. He ran his thumb along the engraving:

Got your six.

-Leon

“Thank you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my lips and subsequently rolling his eyes at the catcalls from around the table.

Jack was up, well Jack and Haley, but she would let him take credit.

“Mommy said you have too many ties, so we got these,” Jack happily bounded over and plopped himself in Aaron’s lap.

Aaron pulled a package out of the tissue paper-filled bag, pulling out the most outrageously colored socks he’d ever seen with various patterns. He squinted—were those superheroes? But, they were surprisingly durable and well-made. Knowing Aaron would be hiding these under his suit pants when he could was hilarious information.

“Thank you, Jack,” he pressed a kiss to the boy’s head. “I did need new socks. The ones I have on have a huge hole in them.”

Jack looked positively elated at the knowledge that he predicted his father’s needs, looking at his mother for approval, too. Aaron looked over at Haley, mouthing, “Thank you”, though the look that passed between them was enough.

“I also made you this,” he handed his father a hand-drawn card with images drawn all over the inside and outside. The inside had a wobbly note written in Jack’s handwriting that I couldn't quite make out from my angle. What I could make out was the drawing of Aaron and Jack holding hands that made my heart melt.

After safely packing the items into the biggest bag he received to make it easier to take home, we stayed sitting at the table late into the night—later than we should have been for a work and school night.

Jack was slowly losing the fight with the sugar rush from the cake he’d eaten earlier, but was refusing to fall asleep, so Aaron held onto him a little longer.

“Alright, boss-man, be honest. Did you know?” Penelope inquired from where she sat leaning against Spencer.

“I suspected,” he started, giving me a look to tell them it was my fault. “Someone was dodging dinner yesterday.”

“Hey, look at these professionally hung decorations, alright?” I leaned closer to him. “I couldn’t let Haley do it herself.”

“Don’t quit your day job, Leó,” he chuckled, pushing my shoulder playfully with his own. “I was wondering why Jack was talking so loud over the phone,” he shook his head.

“Luckily, your hearing isn’t what it used to be,” Dave joked.

Hotch laughed at that, remembering how his ears had to recover from all the noise when we arrived, “Well, thank you, all of you, for coming.”

 “Had to make a little fuss for your birthday,” Emily smiled.

“I didn’t think I needed it but...thank you.”

The gratitude in his voice made my heart squeeze. He leaned down to press a quick kiss to my temple before looking down and realizing Jack was curled up in his arms, finally asleep.

The team took that as their cue to leave and let them put Jack to bed. I sat in the dining room with Haley as everyone said their goodbyes and Aaron disappeared to tuck Jack in—insisting on doing it without help from Haley. While Aaron was busy, I helped her strip the decorations so she wouldn't have to do it by herself tomorrow, taking far less time than it took to put them up.

“Go team,” I held my good hand up for a high-five, which she eagerly returned and finished her glass of wine in one go. “Okay, Haley,” I rose my eyebrows, mildly impressed.

The tone of my voice had Haley covering her mouth with the back of her hand in an effort to not laugh and spit the remaining liquid out.

“How’d you get him to show up late instead of half an hour early?” she laughed, picking up the empty glasses off the table.

“We won’t talk about that,” I squeaked, feeling my face heat up. “But, I assure you it was actually his idea.”

Haley’s smirk told me she knew exactly what I was talking about.

“He is out,” Aaron sighed as he came back into the dining room.

Giving Haley a tired smile, he practically engulfed her whole body in his arms, squeezing her just enough to convey his feelings. I watched them, smiling almost sadly at imagining how in love they must have been before things went downhill for them. I almost felt like I should look away and give them their space.

“Thank you, again," he finally released her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Always,” she squeezed his arm. “Drive safe you two.”

“Good night,” I hugged her briefly with my free arm. “Get to bed before that wine hits you, hermosa.” I rubbed her shoulder as she stifled a yawn.

Aaron and I made our way outside into the cold night. I walked as close to him as I could, sharing the heat between us for warmth. We slowed as we got to the car, Aaron grabbing my wrist to stop me as I reached for the driver-side door.

I turned, facing him, as he stepped into my space. I wound my free arm around his waist, pressing into his lower back. His arms draped over the top of my shoulders, relaxed and still holding his bag of gifts.

He leaned down, bumping his forehead against mine, “Thank you for today.”

“You deserve it. And more.”

His breath warmed my face as I raised up on my toes to kiss him. I felt his body sag into mine, using that momentum to turn and press him into the car.

Aaron let out a low groan as our hips met, just as the car beeped out a warning. Our contact with the car not hard enough to set off the car alarm, but hard enough to be noticed.

I laughed against his lips, inhaling just before pulling my face away.

“And more?” He murmured, checking his watch over my shoulder. “Still a couple hours left in the day.”

“Three times in one day, Hotchner?” I teased. “Still feeling young, at least.” I slipped my hand underneath his shirt and up his abdomen.

He grinned, taking mock offense. I felt his hand grip the back of my head and bring my mouth back to his. His teeth nipped my lip, “Think you can handle it?”

“And then some,” I cocked my head, smiling sweetly.

-

The drive to Aaron’s was heated and tense, but in a good way.

All of the FBI driving courses I’d taken culminated in this moment, with my hand on Aaron’s bulge—opening his pants and slipping my hand in to fist his erection. I had abandoned my sling before we got in the car and unceremoniously threw it into the back seat.

I only let go to slap his hand away when he tried to reciprocate.

“Calmate, amor,” Calm down, love, I cooed.

Aaron’s head was tilted back against the seat as I slowly jerked him off—more teasing than with an end goal in mind. I wanted him worked up and feral by the time we got to his apartment.

“—fuck,” he cursed as we stopped at a red light.

“Yeah? You wanna come, cariño?”

“Y-es.”

“Aww,” I sighed, swiping my thumb over his glans. “You can hold it though, can't you?”

“Yes.”

“Can you wait until you're buried inside me, sweet boy? I know you can.”

“Yes. Y-yes,” he moaned, lifting his hips up into my hand.

“Hold it,” I warned, slowing my hand.

Aaron groaned as my hand slowed, my attention pulled back to the road ahead of me as the light turned green.

I parked in his normal space, letting go of his aching cock as I flipped the parking brake on.

“Square yourself away, Agent Hotchner. Come on,” I teased, slipping my hand out of his pants reluctantly.

The glare he shot me through hooded eyes made my own arousal jump, already throbbing from my actions and Aaron's pleading voice on the car ride here.

“You're going to regret this,” he murmured, gritting his teeth as he buttoned his pants and tightened his belt.

“I really don't think I will, honey,” I laughed, only cut short by him grabbing my wrist and sucking my finger—covered in precum—into his mouth.

The way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked was obscene and I couldn't wait to feel him buried deep inside me.

I barely registered the walk to his door or the way our clothes were strewn around his apartment. All I heard was his heavy panting in my ear as we fought for control to his bedroom.

Aaron let out a soft “oof" as I shoved him against his bedroom threshold, accepting the wet kiss I gave him as we rid ourselves of the last articles of clothing.

“I thought this was my birthday,” he groaned as I nipped his bottom lip, reciprocating my roughness without hesitation.

“It is. I'm going easy on you,” I smirked. “You gonna fuck me or what?”

Swiping his tongue along the outside of his bottom teeth, his arm wrapped solidly around my waist. He didn't lift me, though, from here he looked strong enough to. He dragged me to the bed, not even having to look through his nightstand because the lube and condoms were still out from earlier.

He turned me toward the bed, hand on my neck and urging me to my knees on the bed. I tried to turn to face him but he was having none of it. Soon, my face was pressed into the bed, but I wasn't making it very difficult for him.

The bed dipped behind me, large hands pressing my chest low into the bed. I felt his cock tease my hole, my hips pressing back to chase the feeling.

“How who's impatient?” He teased as he pressed into me more firmly.

“Still you,” I gasped, feeling the slick slide of him inside me as he wasted no time in finding relief. “Fuck, Aaron. You feel so good.”

His hips were relentless, angling downwards to hit my prostate on every stroke. His fingers dug into my sides and neck, no doubt leaving bruises tomorrow.

“Touch yourself. Let me hear you,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” I gasped, propping myself on my forearm and reaching for myself with my injured arm. “Fuck—yes, sir.”

I bit through the overexertion of my arm, clenching my eyes shut and focusing on the feeling.

“I'm gonna cum, Aaron. Please,” I groaned, gritting my teeth as my arm grew tired and sore. I let my cock go, having my arm join my other forearm on the bed and clenching my hair as my orgasm approached.

Aaron came first, coming with his chest pressed tightly against my back, leaving little to no room between us.

I wanted so badly to come with him but couldn't, as hard as I tried.

His chest heaved above me, hips still rocking gently.

“You didn't cum,” he murmured.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered as he continued teasing me with his slowly flagging erection.

“What's wrong?” he murmured, pressing kisses along my upper back.

“Nothing, my arm just got tired,” I breathed heavily, my voice muffled by the bed sheets.

“Fuck,” he sighed, pressing his nose into my hair. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“Don't be, it's okay.”

“Turn over, love,” he kissed behind my ear, lifting his weight off me.

I whined as his cock slipped free and cold air hit my back.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he shushed, rolling me onto my back and disposing of his condom.

He came back before I could sit up, firm hand pressing into my chest and keeping me on my back. His other hand wrapped around my swollen cock, begging for release after being edged.

“It's your birthday,” I gasped as his lips wrapped around me.

“Listening to you come undone is a birthday gift I'll happily repeat,” he murmured, taking me all the way until his nose brushed the trimmed hair around my cock.

He slid two fingers inside me, rubbing my prostate in time with his mouth.

“Aaron—fuck,” I wound my fingers in his hair, gripping tightly. “Yes, yes, ye—ah-fuck—”

I came hard and fast, filling Aaron's mouth in a matter of seconds. I watched him swallow all of it with his eyes never leaving mine, eyes peering up at me through his long lashes. If anything, I came harder because of the sight.

Aaron crawled his way up my body, collapsing his weight on top of me with all the grace of a lazy house cat. Our lips met instantly. Wet, sloppy, and uncoordinated but soft and perfect.

We were quiet for a stretch and I nearly thought he fell asleep on me until I listened to his uneven breathing.

“Would you be down for that some time?” I mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“Me fucking you,” I clarified.

“Mm,” he thought for a moment. “You do make it look like fun.”

“Just let me know when you're ready,” I murmured.

We eventually cleaned up when we gained feeling in our limbs, slipping under his covers in a heap of barely cooled sweat.

“Hope you had a good day,” I pressed a kiss to his forehead, where his head lay on my chest.

“I did. Love you,” he mumbled.

“Love you, too.”

-

BONUS: Chapter 13.5

[berrypass-de-murdler]

63. The Body in the Snowdrift

So it's snowing now? It wasn't snowing last episode Eh whatever idk when this takes place

4 more days until my existaversary but that doesn't have anything to do with the episode

I am becoming S T R E S S

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logico gets a letter in the mail from Brownstone.

“Hello Deductive Logico. 

Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Dammit! That sounds suspicious. Regardless, I need your help - a lot. I need to talk to you about something of grave importance. Please, come to the monastery, I’m begging you. I don’t want to murder you…”

Would you trust that letter? Logico does. He goes there. And speaking of GRAVE importance, someone’s dead! And it’s BROWNSTONE, A NAMED CHARACTER??? Good thing we weren’t attached to him.

There’s the whole church gang. Mango, Verdigris, Lapis, and… Brownstone’s brother Brownstone. Identical twin, of course. He even has the broken antler on the same side. This is really weird...

BROWNSTONE: ‘Sup. I don’t work here, just wanted to see my bro. [casually points to the corpse] MANGO: They caught me for my crimes, and now I am stuck here in the smol church. [wails] 

Lapis is screaming her head off… just because. Mango is drowning his sorrows in wine.

MANGO: OHM YUM, I INDEED DO LOVE WINE!!! [inhales]

Verdigris is singing [kill me now].

VERDIGRIS: MIIIIIIIINE, OUTSIIIIIII-I-IIIIII-IDE!

The big problem is that she’s GOOD. You know who isn’t good though, are the monks that Brownstone 2 is listening to. 

MONKS: LA LA LA LA LA LOOO, LA LA LA LA LA LOOO, AAAA, AA, AAA

One of them sounds kinda good… the rest of them are shit.

GOOD MONK: A HOLY RED STAIN IS ON THE FORBIDDEN BOOOOOOOKS… BAD MONKS: YOU SACRED FOOL, THAT WASN’T A LIIIIIINE

LOGICO: I could listen to you sing all day… MONKS: THANK YOU.

They all start belting again, and Logi leaves. 

The killer was the UNmasked singer!

VERDIGRIS: [tears in her eyes] The parishioner that Brother Brownstone killed a while ago was my father… and I was bound, by blood, to defend him! 

Brownstone 2 is listening to this. Logico bets that he’s gonna murder her soon.

LOGICO: Goodbye, Deacon Verdigris. VERDIGRIS: WHAT?? BROWNSTONE: My bro had this. You should probably read it, ‘cuz it’s for you.

He hands Logi a note. It says…

“The answer to your questions is not found in the future, but the past.”

Logico doesn’t care. He wanders by the awful singing monks again and stares up at the ‘good’ one, whose voice made him feel something. It looks up at him slightly, and Logico sees FAMILIAR SHADES AND HAT UNDERNEATH THE HOOD-

LOGICO: [outrageous feminine scream]

The end!

Look at this silli bunch

I love fucking around on gacha with all my little murdlers. Can you name everyone in this picture?

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!