#and damn right he took pleasure in it bye

[cdbabymp3]

need hamzah HEADcannons... like giving and receiving. weve discussed him holding hands but think abt him being soooo nervous the first few times he goes down on reader. i also think he would be one of those guys that keeps count of how many times u cum so he knows he's satisfying u. also i feel like after a few months in the relationship when he's receiving and he gets comfortable he kinda becomes a headpusher :P

𐙚HEADcannons ― hamzahthefantastic

notes/warnings: nsfw !! hamzah giving and receiving head :3 (lord save me) sorry it took me so long to get to this request angel !!

nervous asf to post this for some reason, pls be nice

giving

-yeah ... this boy holds his breath he's so damn nervous the first two or three times god bless him 😭

-he's a smart guy though so it doesn't take long for him to figure out your body and what you like/don't like

-being a pragmatic person, he experiments with different angles, speeds, roughness and takes a mental note of how vocal they make you and how much your squirm with pleasure

-he's a big kisser when he eats you out ?? idk i have such a clear image of him literally making out with your heat (the cake video....) and giving your clit a sweet kiss even when you're sensitive from cumming

-speaking of kissing, i know damn well this boy is dragging out the foreplay as long as humanly possibly. he's a tease, whether he's aware of it or not SO he'll kiss your inner thighs and bite them 💝

-he's a munch, i will die on this hill. i know those sexy plump lips are put to good use on you

-when words aren't enough during an argument or you're sad/stressed, he will literally offer to eat you out (but he still gets shy abt it, so cute)

"i'm sorry, baby. i can make you feel better if you want...?"

"mm? how so?" you tease him, knowing what he's trying to say

he'll blush so baddddd

"i-uh- if you want, i can...y'know?"

-big believer that he holds your legs/hips down if you jut them up while he's working on you

-he'll do that slutty tongue click if you start to buck your hips eagerly and be like "nah, i got it baby, just relax" 😵‍💫

-LOVES when you grab onto his hair and pull it ... the way your fingers rake through his curls and tug them encourages him like crazyyyy

-he's a bit messy with it if ykwim... very sloppy and wet

-will not stop until your legs are shaking, like you will have to PRY him off of you

-lowkey surprises himself the first time your legs tremble. also kind freaks him out lmao he can be so clueless i love him

"holy fuck.... that's a good thing right? "

-likes to overstim!! not so much for the kink of it, more so for his own self confidence to make sure he's making you feel good 🙁 because of this, he'll count how many times he can make you cum before you get too sensitive. he's a bit of an overcompensater but you’re not complaining

-he's so pussy whipped bye

-geuinely craves you on the mf daily and it will come out of NOWHERE

-he could be editing a new vid and suddenly have this insane urge to be between your thighs and taste you

receiving

-WHIMPERER AND CRIER 1000000%

-ik yall know what i'm talking abt bc there have been times in vids where i swear i've heard him whimper from a jumpscare

-he gets so submissive when receiving oh lordddd

-he'll beg you all pathetic and does not give a fuck

"fuck, y/n, please keep going, please, please, oh fuckk please"

-his voice will crack too and it's adorable

-if you gag easily me he makes sure to stagger how much of him you take

-he would love if you could take all of him, but he never wants you to feel uncomfortable or like you have to

-head pusher :3 not until later in your relationship but when the time comes and you’re both comfortable, he’ll have his fingers through your hair, carefully guiding your head back and forth

-likes to cup the side of your face while your work on him, especially if he’s feeling extra intimate that day

-PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE 🔊 likes to receive it but gives a lot of it as well

“so good, sweetheart”

“like that, baby-fuck mhm”

-he’s nearly been in tears from being so touch starved and finally getting head 🤕 it's so pretty when his eyes are all glassy and half-lidded

-you have to make sure he’s still breathing sometimes bc he’s so overwhelmed with stimulation that he’ll go nonverbal lmfao

-screws his eyes tightly shut almost the whole time, if they’re not closed he’s making the most submissive eye contact with you, watching your every move

-sometimes he has to hold onto something else or sit down bc his legs get so weak

-no matter how many times he gets head, he always acts likes it's the first time

-he’s at your mercy fr 🎀

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i always feel like i'm forgetting ppl on here idk why 🧌

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Casanova (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer’s not the only person in his hotel room (and he really doesn’t want Derek to see who it is).  Request: The team finds out about bau!reader/spencer bc someone is unexpectedly at Spencer's Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Mild embarrassment, minor allusion to sexual activity Word Count: 625

MASTERLIST

The hallways of the backwater hotel were mostly quiet this early in the morning. The few occupied rooms were all shared by groggy BAU members who were, more than anything, ready to get the hell home.

Of them, Derek had been the most excited. Particularly because he had been locked out of his shared room.

Between heavy fists against the door, he waited as patiently as possible to learn the truth about what happened last night.

He wasn’t really mad as much as he was curious. When they’d returned from the bar, the faint noises of pleasure and the Do Not Disturb sign were enough for him to figure out what had happened.

Yet no one had seen Spencer flirting with anyone at the bar, nor notice when he left.

Eventually, a bed-headed Spencer answered the door. He didn’t remove the chain, however, and he almost seemed surprised when the door stopped short.

“One second,” he mumbled before closing the door.

When he opened it again, sans chain, he leaned against the wall. He’d done it both to prevent Derek from looking in and—more importantly—to stop him from entering.

“Good morning, Casanova,” Derek teased, much to the chagrin of Spencer who only nodded at the reference.

“Sorry. Good morning.”

Derek noted that all he was wearing was boxers. With the most basic deduction, and the distant sound of a running shower, he could only assume that the woman inside was even more scantily clad.

“You know, you’re real lucky that Rossi hadn’t gone to sleep by the time I got back,” he chuckled. “You better have a damn beautiful excuse for locking me out.”

Spencer hadn’t appreciated the lecture so early in the morning, but he went along with it.

After all, he was in a very good mood after a very nice night.

“Now let me in to get my stuff, then I’ll be out of your hair again,” Derek offered kindly.

Once he took a step to enter the room, however, Spencer blocked him and immediately tried to shut the door again.

“U-uh, no, actually, sorry, I uh— I think she wants her privacy. You know.” 

Derek eyed the shifty man before commenting, “It’ll only be a second. She’s in the shower, she won’t even notice.”

“Yeah, but, you know, just in case.”

As if to prove his point, the shower turned off right on cue.

“See?” Spencer motioned toward the sound of happy humming echoing in the bathroom. Then, more hurried, “Okay… bye!”

That time, it was Derek’s turn to block the door with his foot. He continued his attempts to peek past Spencer, but the boy wonder was steadfast in his attempts to stop him.

“Oh, she’s real pretty, huh?” he teased.

“Yes, she is, so get out of here!” he begged.

At that same moment, as the two bickering boys were caught in a battle of wills, Emily approached them.

Uninterested in whatever the two were discussing, she waved her phone between them.

“Have either of you heard from (y/l/n)?” she asked with utmost concern. “She told me she would catch up with us this morning, but I haven’t seen her.”

A pause. A single moment of silence as Spencer tried to will the gears in Derek’s head to slow down.

But if he hadn’t already figured it out, he would soon.

“Spencer~!” you called from the bathroom.

The jig was up.

Derek immediately burst into a fit of laughter. In a show of mercy to the poor boy, he finally removing his foot from the door now that it didn’t matter anymore.

Beside him, Emily’s lips pressed together in an attempt not to join in the joy of his downfall.

“Never mind,” she strained, “I think I found her.”

Want more? This blurb is actually an excerpt of my existing work, Late Night & Bar Lights! Read part one here! 

[darthgloris]

2AM THOUGHTS #4: "This idiot is so down bad, your honour."

Anakin looked out at the campsite and huffed a tired breath. As his eyes flickered through the Clones and Jedi, he happened to catch sight of a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in two years.

He approached her curiously, gently touching her arm to get her attention.

"Y/N?" He asked as he took in her face again. It had to be her. "It can't be..."

"Who are you?" She asked, eyebrows furrowed as she wondered how he knew her name.

"It's me, Anakin!" He said, smiling.

"Ani?" She recalled, and the use of his nickname sent chills down his spine. Her face broke out into a grin as she recognized him and she jumped in joy. "Whoa!" Anakin laughed, joining into her childish outburst of emotion.

"How did you-"

"What are you-"

They giggled as he picked her up in his arms and twirled her around in pure bliss, not caring who saw.

She was back.

He had his Y/N back!

"Maker, I missed you so much!" She said, smiling ear-to-ear.

"I missed you, too! I mean, look at you!" He exclaimed, looking for the right choice of words. "You're grown-up now!"

She giggled, cupping his face in her hands and running her thumbs over his cheekbones. "And you... look how handsome you are now! I didn't think you could get any more beautiful but you look divine..."

He smiled at her in that way that she remembered, how his eyes would sparkle and his adorable dimples would show; that same smile that made her knees buckle still had the same effect on her.

"Me? Have you seen you? You're- you're stunning." He breathed and smiled like an idiot when she hugged him again.

"Master, Master Kenobi and I- oh." Ahsoka said, approaching the two friends.

"Master? You have a Padawan now?" She asked, smirking. "I never would have guessed it."

"Neither would I," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ahsoka, this is Y/N, she's my best friend!"

"It's nice to meet you." The young girl smiled, offering her a nod.

"Oh, please, the pleasure is all mine." She grinned, nodding back. "Is he a good Master?"

"Yeah, he's okay." Ahsoka teased, and Anakin mocked offense by putting a hand on his chest.

"Uh, excuse me!" He said, but he couldn't keep a straight face, making Y/N laugh. He couldn't help but feel a sense of fullness when he heard her laughter leave her lips. Now it was just like when they were Padawans, when he used to make a stupid joke in an inappropriate moment and they'd hold back their snorts until they were forced to, only to burst out laughing the minute they were free until tears beaded up in their eyes.

"Um, why don't I show you around a bit?" Anakin offered.

"Maybe you can show her your tent..." she teased without thinking.

"Ahsoka!" He responded through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at her.

Y/N's cheeks tinted a soft pink, but she regained her composure to answer. "I'd love to, but I have a few things to do right now."

His expression fell slightly, like a puppy who was being denied a chance to go for a walk. "How about we catch up later this evening?"

He immediately smiled again, agreeing without thinking twice. "Of course, that would be perfection!"

He internally cringed at his choice of words. Nice going, you jackass.

Y/N just giggled at his goofiness, and hugged him again. "Great. I'll see you later, Ani." She said and left a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, Ahsoka." She smiled at the Padawan, who waved back with a small smile as she looked at Anakin, who was watching her walk away while his fingertips grazed the spot her lips touched oh so gracefully.

"You are folding so damn hard for her and I am here for it." She chortled.

"What?! No! No, no!" He denied immediately. He didn't think his crush on her was so obvious. Was it?

"What's going on here?" Obi-Wan asked as he walked towards Master and Padawan.

"Y/N's back." Anakin hurried to speak before Ahsoka.

His response made Obi-Wan guffaw as well.

"This idiot is so down bad, your honour." She explained after his outburst.

"Oh, you have no idea, young one."

"Oh, shut up..." he groaned, but still looked at the direction she went in with a longing expression.

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka shared a knowing smile. She had never seen her Master, usually collected and suave, so head-over-heels for someone.

And she wasn't going to stop teasing him for the life of her.

[oreogutz]

Sleepy Love

Bang Chan x Male Reader ≫ Synopsis: After a long day of practice, Bang Chan starts a V-Live to spend some time with stays. An hour into the V-Live, you walk in and as time progresses you notice how tired and tensed Chan is. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you end the V-Live and get to work. ≫ Notice: sub-bottom Chan/ dom-top reader, pet names, dry humping, safe and soft sex, stomach bulge, slight mentions of a handjob

Practice. Practice. Practice. It seemed to be the only thing on his mind the whole day but nearing such a late end to his day, exhaustion filled his body. Still no ounce of sleep filled his mind, so he took out his camera and started a V-Live. Stays have a place in Chan’s heart and spending some time with them is something he needed.

⟪ time skip - Reader's POV ⟫

Making my way to Chan, I slip into the room quietly and can’t help but smile as he is happily talking to stays. “Hey Channie” I say and sit next to him, ruffling his hair and he lays his head on my shoulder. “Hi m/n” he says and continues to interact with stays. Throughout the V-Live I pitch in every once in a while but mainly focus on the soft music that is being played in the background.

As time progresses, I notice how Chan is slightly slurring his words and how every once in a while he jolts up a bit. Taking this in, I gently massage his hands and wrists to take off some of the tension built up from practice. “Mmm..thank you…” mumbled Chan. Letting out a soft chuckle I smile up to the camera, “hey guys, I’m going to end the V-Live here for Chan. Sorry for cutting it short but we’ll see you soon. Bye stays and stay safe” I state as I sign off.

⟪ time skip - 3rd POV ⟫

In your room, you watched as Chan laid on your bed as you went in after him, gently wrapping your arms around his waist. “Love, you shouldn’t overwork yourself” you say as you softly place a kiss on his neck. He quietly mumbled but none of it reached your ears properly as he buried his face into your pillows. “I'm taking care of you tonight, letting out all the tension from your body, alright?” you said as you undid his pants. Hearing him sigh, a chuckle escaped your lips and you wrapped your hand around his dick. Slowly moving your hand down his shaft, you feel Chan start to rut his hips against yours. Soft moans escaping his lips as you make your way to his hole. “That’s right, baby boy. Let it all out” you whisper into his ear.

⟪ small time skip ⟫

Whimpers and moans were heard around the room. Chan was withering under you as he continue to move his hips against yours for more pleasure. Your hands continued to move against his member as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Moving your hand to his throbbing hole, teasing his entrance you wasted no time in adding one finger. "mmm...don't tease me please.." Chan whined. "Just want you prepped properly so you don't get hurt" you whispered back.

Moving your finger, you add another and slightly graze them on a bundle of nerves causing a small squeal to escape Chan's lips. Scissoring a bit and then adding one more finger and using your other hand to gently tease his tip and spread more of his pre-cum even more. "I'm ready..no more just...please" Chan whined, wanting you to fuck him already. Needing the pleasure you give him and the warmth you provide. "Of course, love. Everything for you." you said as you gently take your member out and instead of teasing his entrance as you normally would, you opted to slowly push your member into his throbbing hole.

Pushing past the rim of muscle, a groan escapes your lips. "Damn, still so tight after all the prep work." A high pitched moan pushed passed Chan's lips as he instantly gripped onto your wrist. Feeling you bottom out, all he wanted was for more of you. Chan quivered as he felt your slow thrusts, his mind blanking from how full he feels. "m/n, ah.. you're so d-deep..ngh... i can feel you in my stomach..hah"

Squelching noises, moans, squeals every once in a while were heard in the room. You didn't mind doing all the work, after all, you wanted to take care of him. Not wasting any time, you pressed your hand gently on the bulge that is showing with every thrust you take. Pushing Chan over the edge as he came and a loud moan came out of him. "MNGH.! ah.. m/n..crap please...in me.." gibberish came out of his mouth but you understood exactly what he wanted. He squeezed around you tightly as you bit his neck softly and released inside him. A muffled moan came from you as you continued to ride out both your highs.

"gosh, i love you so much pretty boy" you whispered to his ear and gently took your member out. not wanting to over stimulate him any more. "m/n, i love you too....thank you, love" Chan slurred his words as sleep slowly started to wash over him. "love you so much" he slurred again causing you to chuckle and peck his lips. "Sleep, I've got you baby boy. you deserve it" you reassured him. Cleaning and changing both, Chan and yourself, you covered both of you with the comforter and kissed the top of his head lovingly. Chan fell asleep cuddled close to you and slowly you followed suit.

© oreogutz 2022

[fluff-n-cookies]

You may call me crow anon

Idk how any of this worls as i recently joined tumblr

But can i pls ask for platonic dabi who comes looking for sister reader after she moved out years ago from the todorkoi house and only keeps contat with fyumi, natsuo and occasionally rei?

Idl man

HI I don't know Either but WELCOME TO TUMBLR, I hope you enjoy your stay. I will add you to my anon list on my rules for requests page and. I hope to hear from you again, and fun fact you are my first EVER anon so thank you, It's my pleasure.

ANNNNDD for the sake of the story the reader has pink hair.

warnings Dabi tries to commit suicide. and some swearing.

RUN. do nothing but RUN.

RUN to find her. RUN to safety. RUN AWAY from the police.

Dabi's Inner monologue rang loud, louder than any other, louder than the sound of the police and the hero's trying to catch him. so, damn, loud.

Panting, the young 15 year old Dabi, who somehow managed to dye his hair and steal food for 2 years of his life, turned a swift corner into the alley way before jumping up to climb the fire shoot, it was now when it occurred to him.

(y/n) would not be happy to see the man you have become.

he froze for a second, scared, he did his best, he tried so hard to be a hero, a hero for his older sister, for she who believed in him when none else would, but it wasn't until the scorching pain of blood polling at his eye bags that he started to move again.

oh how he admired her, and her dreams of becoming rich, dreams of being someone other than their father daughter.

too bad they were broken down and beaten everyday.

too bad that Touya had to sit there and watch his darling sister, his one and only light, be dimmed and overshadowed.

it was worse he couldn't do anything.

it was worse he just could watch.

it was painful. even more so when at 16 she told him she'll be back soon, hugged their mom good bye, handed him a sheet of paper with the Words "We'll meet again" written in shabby hand writing, took the car and never cam back again, it wasn't for 4 hours at Touya realized something was wrong, it took Rei 1 day to notice something was wrong, it took 6 days for endeavor to notice, and 3 months before he actually started to care... that his car was gone. Fuyumi asked where "big sister" went, Enji never told her, and every time she would ask Rei, Rei would just burst into tears, eventually, Fuyumi stopped asking, Natsuo thought she was still at school, and Shoto simply forgot she existed. that year was the same year he faked his death, that was the year Touya Todoroki died, the day Dabi was born.

eventually he grew tired, the police had lost him, so had the heroes so why run when you're not being chased?

Dabi came to a stop, looking around before lighting a cigarette he stole from a convenience store sighing out the smoke, the hot smoke a huge contrast to the cool summer breeze, like you her kindness was a huge contrast to the rest of the family.

no one really acted right in the Todoroki household, their they were cold and brash, or had mental issues, most had daddy issues, and all should really go to therapy, she on the other hand was softer, kinder, a soul who needed helping but put the needs of other before herself. soft words, soft pink hair (a mix of white and red, odd since no-one else had pink hair.) and the most welcoming smile you ever saw.

she was always like that,

always such an angel.

Dabi leaned on the railing of the short building, smoking, reminiscing on memories of the past.

leaning too hard, and falling.

at this point it was intentional, how one to endure such horrors, who is the deity was cruel enough to taunt him by giving him the soul he adored the most and then ripping it right out of his hands?

it was a short fall, just as it was a short building, but he didn't land on concrete instead he landed on the dumpster.

greeted by the smell of dog shit, and the feel of soggy cardboard and black plastic garbage bags.

"the hell?" he whispered a sort of surprise that came to him as he realized this was not hell, but a smaller, stinkier, hell.

he was even more surprised when he realized he was not alone.

"oh dear! sir are you alright?!" a gentle voice yelled out, she was wearing a soft (favorite color) dress, and had the kindest eyes, that was the only way to describe her.

she helped him out of the dumpster, not even looking at his face.

just like (y/n) would

"hey, stay with me, we'll go to my apartment, just hold on tight."

she didn't even mind the smell of smoke on his T-shirt.

all he remembers after that is fighting, fight to stay awake, fight to thank the angel that is his savior.

then he remembers sinking into the soft cushions of a warm red or orange couch.

like fall, her favorite season. (sorry if you don't like fall)

then the angel came back, now is when she noticed the purple scorches, the piercing blue eyes, and the little white segments near the roots.

he was sure she was going to scream, he was sure she was going to run and flee, and call the police, but instead she carried on, gave him an ice pack, checked his temperature, check for any major wounds gave him some water.

nervously, she asked "I'm sorry to be asking this but are you by any chance a endeavor hater."

Dabi chuckled fighting back the blood from reaching his eyes this was her alright.

"(y/n), big sis," blood threatened to trickle down what was left of his cheeks.

poor girl, choked out a sob, scared to even embrace him scared he'll drift away like she drifted away from him, salty tears prickled the edges of her eyes.

"To-Touya," she gulped "I-"

she pulled him right toward her, holding him tight, just like she would when they were younger and Dabi had a nightmare and was scared, except now, Dabi was truly scared, sacred of both himself and the future, scared you would poof into vapor his arms if he hugged you too tight.

"I"M SORRY" she yelled out, letting her own tears fall.

that night was spent in a shabby apartment, that night was spent together, that bight Dabi promised himself.

I'm never letting you go, ever.

I TRIED MY BEST BUT IT WAS SHITTY ANYWAYS BYYEEEE

[shyvioletcat]

~ Rowaelin Month Day 11 ~ Work Rivals

This fic is completely self indulgent and I won’t apologise for it. Hope you like it too. 

~~~~~

“Mama, did you say yes to Ivy’s party?” 

Aelin glanced in her rearview mirror and saw her daughter playing with the end of one of her piggy-tail braids. It had taken Marigold nearly ten minutes to decide on what hairstyle she wanted today. There had been three false starts on other options on offer, but even with that Aelin was still running decently on time. 

“Yes, darling. I did,” Aelin replied. 

An excited squeal sounded from behind her, making Aelin smile. Ivy was her best friend from daycare, they’d only known each other a couple of months but they were as thick as thieves. Absolutely inseparable according to the carers. Some of the newer ones had even mistaken the two 4 year olds for sisters. They both had brown hair, Marigold’s was a shade or two lighter, and then she had brown eyes while Ivy had green. But if you weren’t paying too close attention to the particulars they definitely could pass for siblings. They made an adorable set of best friends. From the interactions Aelin had had with her, Ivy seemed like a sweet girl, just very shy so she rarely gave anything except a wave and a smile. It was just a damn shame about her father though. Aelin knew first hand that Ivy hadn’t inherited her sweetness from him. 

Rowan Whitethorn was a person who Aelin had a great misfortune of having to work with. They were both assistants to two different but equally horrible people who ran a talent agency. After nearly going under a few months ago their bosses had joined forces to become one the largest and most successful agencies in Orynth. Hamel & Lynch had models, actors, photographers and musicians on their payroll and Aelin had the absolute pleasure of answering to Arobynn Hamel himself. Rowan answered to Maeve Lynch like the lapdog he was. They didn’t get on, and that was the simplest way to put it. When at work they Aelin and Rowan passed their time by finding a quiet joy in antagonising each other. 

A few turns and one roundabout later Aelin was pulling into the small parking lot of the daycare centre. She grabbed Marigold’s backpack from the passenger seat and then got out of her car to get her daughter. Marigold had just put her feet on the ground while Aelin was grabbing her jacket from the floor when the little girl took off, nearly giving her a heart attack. She had only run for the gate but Aelin *hated when she lost track of Marigold around cars. 

“Mari, what are the rules?” Aelin asked once she’d swallowed her heart back into her chest. 

The little girl gave her a regretful look, similar to a lost puppy. “I stay right there with a hand on the car.” 

“That’s right,” Aelin said, opening the gate then buzzing the doors for entry. 

“I was just ah-*cited to tell Ivy I’m coming to her party,” Marigold explained with a child’s innocence. 

“It’s okay, sometimes we just need reminders don’t we?” The doors opened and Aelin ushered Marigold through. 

They said polite hellos to the woman at the reception desk while Aelin signed in. Marigold was almost skipping to her room, her backpack bouncing with each step. Inside the room the excited girl went to her cubby to put away her bag and then eagerly looked around the room looking for her friend. Aelin couldn’t see Ivy meaning it was highly likely she hadn’t been dropped off yet. She always got a decent dose of self satisfaction when she beat Rowan into the office. It wasn’t a competition, but at the same time… it kind of was. 

Aelin crouched down, tickling Marigold’s back to get her attention. “I gotta go, bud. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Mama!” Marigold said and threw her arms around her mother’s neck. 

When Aelin was released she left, checking the watch on her wrist. She was going to be *so early. Just to make it that much sweeter when Aelin was getting into her car Rowan pulled up a few spots away. Without the cars in between he was in perfect view as he went through the exact same process Aelin had been through only moments before. He hadn’t noticed her, probably wouldn’t have except when Aelin went to start her car—and it didn’t. 

The engine guttered with a sickly sound and cut out. 

Rowan looked for the source of the sound just as he walked past the front of the car, eyebrow darting up as they made eye contact. Aelin looked away quickly, swearing under her breath vehemently at the car. It had been sounding off for a little while but she hadn’t expected it to not start on her. 

Over and over she tried, but nothing came of it. Her lead was diminishing and soon enough Rowan would be waltzing out to steal her win from her. Aelin had been keeping a tally, this was a disaster. Beating Rowan wasn’t the only concern now. How was she supposed to get to work? How was she supposed to get back here after work?

“Godsdammit,” Aelin nearly smacked the wheel, but didn’t want to risk slipping and hitting the horn instead. 

Aelin turned the key again, it was pointless. The car showed no sign of wanting to start, in fact it was sounding worse. To add to her ever worsening situation Rowan was now on his way out. Sending a quick prayer to the gods Aelin tried again, hoping her colleague being here to witness her embarrassment might just provoke her car into starting. Even that wasn’t enough to entice her engine into getting over its problems and starting. Aelin lent her head on the headrest, formulating her next move. She would have to call a ride, then call someone either a tow truck or a mobile mechanic to see for her car. *Shit, she needed to get the car seat out and that was an absolute pain in the arse. 

The knock on her window startled her, and Aelin almost jumped again when she saw Rowan Whitethorn standing there. She rolled the window down, waiting for some snarky remark as a form of greeting. 

“Car troubles?” Was all he said instead.

“Yes.”

“Do you need a jump start?” Rowan offered.

Aelin sat up a little straighter, it hadn’t occurred to her that it would be something that simple. 

“I guess we can try,” Aelin said. 

Rowan nodded and went back to his car. For one gut wrenching moment Aelin thought he was going to leave her just for a joke as he got back in the car and backed out of the parking spot, but then he was re-parking right next to her. 

“Pop the hood,” he instructed, carrying the cables to the front of the car.

Aelin did what he said and just watched as Rowan lifted her hood up the rest of the way and disappeared behind it. Then he was doing the same to his car before starting it. 

“Alright, give that a try,” Rowan called over the sound of his car. 

Aelin wasn’t holding out hope for her car to do anything. More than likely it was determined to continue to inconvenience her. She turned the key, the engine stuttered, and then…

“There we go,” Rowan said, sounding the friendliest she’d ever heard him. After a few moments he was disconnecting the cables, tapping the metal clamps together a few times for a reason Aelin didn’t understand. 

The nervous laughter that broke out of Aelin was quickly followed by a relieved sigh. She had just avoided disaster, all thanks to Rowan. He was currently closing the bonnet on his car and graciously did the same for her. Aelin lent out of her still open window feeling elated. 

“Thanks for that,” she said. 

Rowan shrugged. “Couldn’t very well leave you stranded, could I? Mr Hamel wouldn’t know what to do without you.” 

Aelin actually laughed at that, and she didn’t miss the flash of surprise on Rowan’s face. “You’re not wrong about that. See you at work.” 

He smiled, a very rare sight. It made Rowan look devastatingly handsome, a thought Aelin was very quick to shut down even as it deepened enough to show off a dimple. “I’ll race you there.” 

~~~~~

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[borathae]

Chapter 11

You peek through the spy first. You aren’t that reckless. wattpad canon yn gotta learn from her

WHO IS IT?? no jimin pls old man?? is he evil and young like the queen in snow white

damn the familiar, letter and invitation everything just hits soo magical haha very old fashioned in a fairy tale way gregor pointing at himself is uwu pls im crying over a cute grandpa

“Ah, no don’t bow" ... “Of course Miss” .... bows again, same energy as dont apologize its ok, im sorry ..... oh sorry again

baby the old man is probably younger than him ACTUALLY NO ITS HIS DAD'S BESTIE family friends you know ahah haah ha 😃

Lace up boots with a petit heel and toe cap.OMG ITS SOO HOT MOMMY SHOES SHUTU P IM BARKING ALREADY ASAAAHAAJS

It looks handmade, all of it, DID HE DO THAT ?? “It feels wonderful on bare skin. You should try it out some time.” STOP I HAVE A LIFE Golden and the diamonds and pearls are clearly real. HOW RICH IS HE WTF

“Nope, I’m out”, you say and close the box quickly, “this is too much.” mood

OMG OUR BABIES FINALLY YAY HI KOOKLES

how did he not see/smell us???

“It’s pretty”, Jungkook whispers, fumbling with his thumbs. OMG HE SPOKE DIRECTLY TO US AND DIDNT RUN AWAY im selling my non-existent properties to him HOBI STOP TEASING THE BABY

“Two hundred bucks?” me if i win it: WE ARE RICH NOW WOOHOO

dont tell me hes gonna wear his old uniform haha “His grandfather served in the war. It’s his way of honouring him. Right Jungkookie?” right 😃😃💀💀 I bet your grandpa would be so happy to see you Jungkook” 😭😭 im dead pls

OMG TAE SEND US A WINK *FAINTS nooo we just got 2seokook for a second talk to them pls

what’s with this seductive intonation of ‘pleasure’ as if that means something to you?ofc she wont remember it ugh joon fuck you

poor yoongles being ignored tae: 😍 yoongi: -_- jimin: 😒 namjoon: 😏

FUCK OFF JAMAL boi wdym u can make it ur convo?? 👀😃🤨

ofc father louis williams suga adams junior the third wont like to dress up for the ball

It seems like everyone hated each other secretly and as if smiling was forbidden.  reminds me of tae saying friendship as a force of habit

hmm joon likes it U AINT FORGIVEN tho 😒🙄I TAKE THAT BACK

“Inspiring?” you make sure, laughing nervously, “you mean evil, don’t you?"  SIR??

very evil vibes, no more daddy vibes marty im scared pick me up

“what’s Gregor doing at her place?” ..Taehyung seems…frightened TAE IS SCARED THATS IT BYE IM LEAVING TO UM IDK MARS

Taehyung seems to visibly relax, even going so far as to exhale in relief.  phew we got 2seokkook to save the day

“Will you children be quiet for once?” Yoongi growls thanks HE IS THE MAN ONCE AGAIN, solved jinmin's petty fight (major??)

“Why is everyone staring? Continue you with your pointless existence, will you?” KING SHIT YALL

He disappears behind a pillar and then you can’t see him anymore. boi wut where did u go???

TAE IS SCARED AGAIN???? WHY IS JOON ANGRY they are almost hypnotising you, “yeah, okay better this way.” ok again this hypnotizing shit aah

wow we are going to make out here?? ok i will take that haha im not confused anymore haha, jokes aside is he hypnotizing us? cuz she is taking more time to think and just easily disregarding everything else

who's close?? jimin and joon?? wow shit seems so intense wtf its just gifts?? unless tae is broke and he took a loan for it

holy shit tae could be a whole ass kilgrave with the mind control. How long does it take for the power to wear off? was jin also controlled like that?

fuck jin's doing the same thing except he is trying to calm her down

fuck im so confused scared and slightly pissed

WHO IS IT?? no jimin pls old man?? is he evil and young like the queen in snow white

lmoaoaooa imAGINE FAHSDF

damn the familiar, letter and invitation everything just hits soo magical haha very old fashioned in a fairy tale way gregor pointing at himself is uwu pls im crying over a cute grandpa

like it's so romantic JFADJFJ my bitchass would fall so hard for it JFJDASFJ

Lace up boots with a petit heel and toe cap.OMG ITS SOO HOT MOMMY SHOES SHUTU P IM BARKING ALREADY ASAAAHAAJS

HAHHHA Not you going into horny mode JFJDS

It looks handmade, all of it, DID HE DO THAT ?? “It feels wonderful on bare skin. You should try it out some time.” STOP I HAVE A LIFE Golden and the diamonds and pearls are clearly real. HOW RICH IS HE WTF

NO BUT IT COULD ACTUALLY BE THAT HE MADE IT HE IS ALSO WAY TOO RICH *sucks his dick*

how did he not see/smell us???

boy was probably well fed and not feral for onCE jfjasdjf

“It’s pretty”, Jungkook whispers, fumbling with his thumbs. OMG HE SPOKE DIRECTLY TO US AND DIDNT RUN AWAY im selling my non-existent properties to him HOBI STOP TEASING THE BABY

he is such a shy bean in SA I sob :(

“Two hundred bucks?” me if i win it: WE ARE RICH NOW WOOHOO

NO BUT ME FR bro no joke I spend 2.200 € yesterday on new photography equipment and I would literally kill to randomly get 200 bucks :')

what’s with this seductive intonation of ‘pleasure’ as if that means something to you?ofc she wont remember it ugh joon fuck you

like ugghhh rancid nasty

poor yoongles being ignored tae: 😍 yoongi: -_- jimin: 😒 namjoon: 😏

lmaooa for real fajdsf

FUCK OFF JAMAL boi wdym u can make it ur convo?? 👀😃🤨

BRO IS SO CONFIDENT LIKE BESTIE.

It seems like everyone hated each other secretly and as if smiling was forbidden.  reminds me of tae saying friendship as a force of habit

mhmhmmmmmmmm

“Why is everyone staring? Continue you with your pointless existence, will you?” KING SHIT YALL

HE IS SO ANGRY IN SA I WANT HIM

wow we are going to make out here?? ok i will take that haha im not confused anymore haha, jokes aside is he hypnotizing us? cuz she is taking more time to think and just easily disregarding everything else

like the hypnotising has to STOP

who's close?? jimin and joon?? wow shit seems so intense wtf its just gifts?? unless tae is broke and he took a loan for it

lmaoo imagine 😭😭

holy shit tae could be a whole ass kilgrave with the mind control. How long does it take for the power to wear off? was jin also controlled like that?

LIKE LISTEN HE IS ACTUALLY SO SCARY *sucks his dick*

[everybodyisabookofblood]

Mature, Huh?

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Summary: For sure when Eddie gets a girlfriend, he’ll mature.... right?

Warnings: Silly as hell, inspired by a meme, Wayne being the uncle we all deserve, drinking, female reader (no description other than gender), mild cursing (like 1 word)

--xx--

“Yoo hoo, Mr. Munson!”

Wayne fought the urge to roll his eyes – after all, a man his age should know better – and regretted his decision to sit outside to drink his beer before turning in for a few hours. He shifted uneasily in his lawn chair as the garishly dressed old woman from three trailers down approached, blue hair styled in a beehive straight out of the 50s and an insincere smile firmly on her burgundy lips.

He motioned to her with his beer in greeting. “Mrs. Hillard.”

She waved her hand. “How many times have I told you to call me Ethel?” she exclaimed, her eyes darting briefly to the bottle in his hand.

As neighborly as she was pretending to be, he could still see the clear judgment that he dared to enjoy a cold beer on his own damn property at noon on a Sunday after working a 12-hour shift. Used to it from her and the rest of the old biddies in the park, he took a long pull from the chilled neck, taking a small amount of pleasure from the flared indignation in her eyes.

“Something I can help you with on this fine Sunday, Mrs..” he paused and cleared his throat before correcting himself. “Ethel.” He immediately regretted saying her name when she preened and fluffed her hair, blinking her lashes at him flirtatiously.

“Me and the girls were talking at our weekly bridge game last night, and Mildred shared a little secret about your nephew, Eddie,” she whispered conspiratorially as if the neighbor mowing his lawn up the road was eavesdropping.

His shoulders tensed, preparing himself for yet another nasty rumor about his misunderstood nephew. “Oh yeah, what would that be?” he asked gruffly.

“She said that he finally got himself a girlfriend!”

His muscles relaxed as he leaned back into the chair, relieved that it was finally something that he could respond to positively. “You heard right,” he agreed, his lips turning in a fond smile. “Y/N’s a sweetheart.”

“It’s about time. That boy was running so wild. Maybe now that he has a girlfriend, he’ll finally mature.”

Wayne’s lips twisted as he heard a screen door slam from the back of his trailer. Seconds later, a grinning teenager wearing a hastily crafted (and wildly inaccurate) medieval costume and carrying what looked like a foam lance darted around the corner.

“Hi, Mr. Munson!” he called as he ran past a startled Ethel and headed towards the field adjacent to the trailer. “Bye, Mr. Munson!”

Wayne squinted at the shaggy thing around his shoulders as he ran. Those little shits, he thought incredulously. “You better replace that bathmat, Dustin!” he yelled at his back.

“I will!” came his answering yell as he continued running.

Ethel was clutching the fabric at her neckline. “What in the world….”

Her exclamation was cut off by the two figures bursting out the front door, wearing their own spliced together versions of medieval costumes. The girl paused, straightening her out-of-place and comically overlarge horned Viking helmet, and grinned at the man beside her, whose frizzy brown locks were currently being held down by a paper crown that looked like it had been crafted by a five-year-old.

Ignoring the two gaping adults, he looked off into the distance, where he could still make out Dustin’s retreating figure, and bellowed, “There is no escape from Eddie the Banished and Y/N the Fierce!”

Eddie hopped down the steps and offered his back to Y/N, who immediately jumped on and wrapped her legs around his torso. Pulling a cardboard sword from the belt at her waist, she pointed it in the air and yelled, “Charge!”

With a hearty laugh, Eddie took off towards the field with Y/N turning her head back briefly to shout, “We’ll be quiet when we come home, Wayne. Promise!” before joining in on Eddie’s laughter.

Wayne recovered quickly (used to these antics by now) and casually finished his beer. He was unable to suppress the smirk from appearing on his lips as he eyed the speechless woman in front of him. “Mature, huh?” he reiterated, gesturing towards their retreating figures. “Might want to tell his girlfriend that.”

--xx--

The meme that inspired this nonsense:

[subspaceember]

The Fridge

"Huh, that's weird" said Dave. He was certain he'd already drunk one bottle of his favorite cheap beers, but opening the fridge this morning, there sat a full pack. Dave looked at the beer. The beer looked back. He rubbed his eyes and tried to remember last night. It was a late shift at work, something or another kept him at the office. Once he'd finally said bye to his coworkers all he wanted was a cold beer and his recliner. Dave was a man of simple pleasures, so he thought. He liked football and fried chicken.

Following the divorce he'd recently moved into a smaller house. It was nice enough and it even had a garage. In that garage, when Dave moved in, he noticed a refrigerator. He hadn't taken much notice of it, people leave things, he'd haul it off one day when he needed the space. Dave was not thinking about the fridge on his drive home. Nor when he stopped at the only store still open to buy beer. He did think about that fridge when he got back home, and remembered that thanksgiving was last week and that he'd ended up inviting his parents and brother over. The fridge in the kitchen was packed with a casserole, turkey, beans, the fridge was stuffed. "Damn" he said to no one in particular. Dave let out a heavy sigh; this was far too much to deal with on a Friday night. He pulled a bottle of out the pack and cracked it open, then he remembered. He had another fridge. He took a swig and headed to the garage, the fluorescent tubes buzzed to life and he walked over to the fridge. It was still plugged in, "oops, oh well". Opening the door he saw a pile of dead bugs, little flies of some kind, "goddamn infestation" Dave remarked, and grabbed a broom and swept them into a trash can. He made sure the fridge was on and getting cold, and put his 5 other beers on the middle shelf, proceeding to wander back to his chair and watched TV till he passed out.

And yet - there was a full pack of beer in the fridge. "Guess I'm just losing it" he said as he shut the door and walked back into the living room. "Must be imagining shit". As he walked past his armchair he heard the unmistakable sound of a bottle falling over, and there it was. The bottle from last night, still with condensation on it, rolling off under the couch. "What the fuck". Dave didn't believe in the supernatural as a rule, he loved to argue with people at bars about it but always insisted it was some hoax or publicity thing, maybe someone just wanted attention. However, the thought that his house was haunted by some sort of beer ghost went though his head; maybe some poor guy drank himself to death in there or something and he was exacting his revenge. A chill ran down his spine. Dave decided he had better figure this out, he couldn't damn well live anywhere with a beer ghost. He decided to do a bit of research, there was still some mail in the house from the previous tenant, so he knew a name to look up. He found the mail in the trash he'd yet to take out, it was a electric bill addressed to a Kathy S. Everson. He opened it. It was dated from earlier in the year and- good god the bill! It was almost a thousand dollars! What the hell was Kathy doing?

Dave decided to ask the neighbors, maybe they knew something. He walked out into the cold November air. The wind had a bite to it and threatened snow. He shivered. Walking up to his neighbors Dave rang the doorbell and waited, he could hear a dog barking and a woman opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked. "Afternoon" Dave guessed, "Name's Dave, I'm your new neighbor right across the way", and he pointed at his house. "Oh you've moved into Kathy's old house, that's nice, I'm glad it's going to good hands, my name is Jackie" she replied. "Mhmm, it's a nice place, uh - if you don't mind me asking, what happened to Kathy?" he asked. "Oh I think it was cancer or something like that, she wasn't young anymore, it happens to the best of us" she said. "Right right, but she didn't do anything odd or nothing?" Dave asked. "No I don't think so, not unless you count that mac and cheese of hers" Jackie replied. Dave gave a puzzled look. "Well it was just so good" said Jackie, "and she always had so much of it, a lot of food in general, old folks are like that sometimes, they like to feed people". Dave nodded, "right". "She'd have these big potluck dinners at the community center, Kathy did. She loved to feed the community". The gears started whirring away in Dave's head. "Is everything alright?" asked Jackie. "Yeah, everything's dandy" Dave responded "Nice meeting you", and he set back towards his home, wind nipping at his ears and nose.

Walking into his garage Dave starting inspecting the fridge. It looked, well it looked like shit frankly. It was ancient, just a big slab of metal, covered in dents and a bit rusty. It might have been white once, or some shade of beige. If there ever was a brand name it'd long fallen off. Dave tried to move it but it wouldn't budge, it looked like it'd started rusting into the floor at this point, and it probably weighed a ton. Dave opened the door again. There was a lightbulb inside that flickered on, revealing his beer again. The inside was pretty clean all things considered, and quite cold. "Huh". Dave did not do well in the sciences in high school or college, but he did remember when his teachers were lecturing on experiments and the like, and Dave decided he'd do an experiment. He removed his beer from the fridge, and looked around the various cardboard boxes littering his garage. In one he found an award from his college days, it was a small trophy, covered in dust and labeled "2nd Place - Men's Track and Field - April 6th 1981 - Dave Adderson". He placed it into the fridge, and headed back into the living room to watch the game.

The next day, Dave anxiously opened the fridge door and there sat two trophies, identical in every way, dust and all. He didn't quite know how or why, but there was one thing he did know. Dave Adderson now had a magical refrigerator that duplicated things.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"That's how it should be. Soft socialists paving the way for the *hard* working class to take over."

RENÉ ARNOUX- "Preposterous! Surely you don't mean it." He frowns. "I'm just sorry it had to be them. After eight years of fighting those commie hyenas, boiling cats for food and drinking my piss in the mountains..."

"I *would* have preferred if the right honourable King Guillaume returned to Revachol or even if that damn clown, Frissel, had risen from the grave and led us. Sadly that was not the case."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - This *Royal* failure weighs heavily on him.

RENÉ ARNOUX- "Instead, all that is just, holy, and beautiful in the world was wiped away and now it's neon signs with toothpaste ads everywhere. Foreign influence peddling garbage and stupid music on the radio." He sighs.

"This is just what the commies wanted. This was their plan all along. This is what they wanted to replace the rule of the Suzerain with."

"Who was this Frissel?"

"You mentioned Guillaume?"

"Hmm... what exactly is a *suzerain*?" (Conclude.)

RENÉ ARNOUX- "Damn Frissel -- he was the king we couldn't protect. The carabineers failed him... and the crown." The old veteran falls silent and massages his chest. "He died in the hands of the *hoi polloi* in a very public execution."

2. "You mentioned Guillaume?"

RENÉ ARNOUX- "A true King in both blood and mind. Led Revachol before Frissel. He would have been better, but the damn commies drove him into exile."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Some manner of self-deceit is present in his thinking. Sounds like this Guillaume abandoned him and he doesn't want to admit it.

3. "Hmm... what exactly is a *suzerain*?" (Conclude.)

RENÉ ARNOUX- "The Suzerain is the King. Has everyone forgotten already?" He then slowly nods and says to himself: "They've forgotten already."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Soon they will forget everything. Him too… Then he chooses anger over melancholy.

RENÉ ARNOUX- "It's no use talking to you. You were still in daddy's balls when it happened. When *we* took our last stand against the filth and rode the cavalry straight into gunfire."

+5 XP

We unlock a new check.

3. What is it about this old soldier that makes him stand so proud?

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Failure] - All you observe is a veteran refusing to let go of the past and his old uniform. This is not uncommon.

RENÉ ARNOUX - He catches your glance and nods. "This is the uniform of the Royal Carabineers in service of Frissel the First, Guillaume *Le Lion*, and the valiant King Filippe the Fifth before him."

GASTON MARTIN - "Don't you mean Frissel the Fun?"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "*You* do not speak his name, craven! Although he was a clown…" he adds. He turns back to you. "But he was *our* clown. Ours to ridicule -- and to mourn."

COMPOSURE - There's something you missed... You will get to it, don't worry.

4. "Thank you for your time!" [Leave.]

"Not bad, Rene, you might stand a chance this time."

The spirited chirps and clicks of swallows fills the air.

Tyre track leading onto the roof. The slush and rain has almost washed them off.

Onto the... roof?

Well, we should probably also talk to Gaston.

GASTON MARTIN - "I have really outdone myself..." He takes a bite out of his sandwich. "This is divine."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Yes, that's what you need, Gaston. More padding on that fat ass of yours. I hope your heart gives out."

GASTON MARTIN - "René, tsk-tsk. It's the little pleasures. Life doesn't need to be a.... *mnjam mnjam*... a struggle."

"Hello, officer." He turns to you. "How might I be of assistance on this fine day?"

"Tell me, what do you know about the dead man?"

"Looks delicious." (Point to the sandwich.) "Can I have a bite of that?"

"Bye for now." [Leave.]

GASTON MARTIN - "Let me think…" He looks at the clouds, wistfully. "I heard someone was hanged and left on a tree for a week, but that's all I know really."

"C'mon, you must have heard something..."

"Really? You know *absolutely* nothing?"

"Shame. Maybe you can help me with something else then."

GASTON MARTIN - "No, officers, I'm sorry. And I really *would* like to assist," he adds, smiling apologetically. "You are both good guys. I can see that."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Then help him, you wimp." Reproach fills his eyes. "You rub plenty of shoulder with the *gauche caviar* in the Union. *Someone* must know something."

GASTON MARTIN - "I wish I could, but I just don't know anything." His cheeks turn red. "I always keep my nose clean and don't gossip. Everyone knows and respects that."

DRAMA [Medium: Success]- Odd... He doesn't seem to be lying, but there's something off here.

"Sounds a bit like you're holding back."

"All right then. Change of topic."

GASTON MARTIN - "I'm *not*," he assures you. "I'm not even anyo---"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Of course he's holding back." The carabineer crosses his arms. "His mouth is so full of Union prick he can't even speak properly."

GASTON MARTIN - "Can I at least finish my fucking sentence before you piss on it? Is that okay, René?" His eyes are furious. "I'm not anyone important in the Union. I just know Evrart."

"And who is this *Evrart* you know?"

"Are you a Union member?"

"Can you help me get inside the harbour?"

"Thanks, that's all for now." (Conclude.)

GASTON MARTIN - "Evrart *Claire*. Everyone in Martinaise knows the Claire brothers," he says solemnly. "I taught these boys human studies and history in the gymnasium."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "What do *you* know about history?" The carabineer snaps at Gaston. "You never witnessed history. Only heard about it -- years later -- when it had already moved on. You don't know history."

The old soldier mumbles something under his breath and turns to face the sea.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Let's try not to get caught in the..." The lieutenant lowers his voice: "Crossfire."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Medium: Success] - Lest we leave riddled with bullet holes. This animosity is ancient.

2. "Are you a Union member?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Oh..." His cheeks turn red again. "In many ways, yes. Like an honorary member. I attend meetings and parties. Help with little things. Evrart, Edgar, and the older *Débardeurs* all know me."

"'In many ways?'"

"So you're not an actual member?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Oh yes."

"So you're not an actual member?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Not in the technical sense..." His eyes fix on the boules in the crater. "I don't have a vote or a membership card. But Evrart keeps me on the payroll. Just for the little things."

DRAMA - So that's what it was, before! Him hiding something. He tries to make it look like he's a big deal in the Union and now the illusion is disintegrating before your -- and René's -- eyes.

+5 XP

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Of course he's not a member! He's not a member of anything. I knew that." He frowns. "He's a weathervane -- turns to where the wind blows and tries to look important."

"I hate the socialist rabble," he continues, "but even siding with them is better than living your entire life on the fence, never committing to anything. Pick a damn side already!"

3. "What are the 'little things' you do for Evrart?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Writing work mostly," he smiles. "Occasionally he needs something written and I happen to have a way with words, people say."

"What kind of things do you write for him?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Oh, nothing official, I assure you. Just essays for the newspapers. About Martinaise and how things are and how they *could* be. Evrart and I have these long talks where..."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Where he tells his little *penman* exactly what to say! It's commie propaganda, plain and simple. You should be ashamed of yourself."

4. "Thanks, that's all for now." (Conclude.)

Finding out Gaston's not a Union member means that we know there's no chance he can get us into the harbour, I guess.

GASTON MARTIN - "Thank you officer," he nods, smiling wide. "For being a consummate professional. You'll have this case wrapped up in no time."

2. "Looks delicious." (Point to the sandwich.) "Can I have a bite of that?"

GASTON MARTIN - "I'm sorry, officer, but I really don't share food," he says and quickly adds: "Nothing personal, it's just a principle."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "The only one you have."

[loverrrgirl]

KISMET- Austin Butler x reader - PART 7

Warnings: contains talk of car accident, hospitals, etc. This will probably eventually contain smut but doesn’t yet. Minorsssss just don’t do it k?

My first fic! Please leave me feedback but be gentle I am soft.

Austin butler x reader

Here’s a masterlist

Love uuuu

Austin pulled in to a parking spot as close to the front as possible. He got out and opened the trunk to get my bags out. What a gentleman. I finished up texting my mom to find out what room to go to and got out of the car. He stood there holding my bags and he made sure not to forget my bag of tacos. He didn't miss a thing.

"Thank you so much, Austin. For everything. You've been so kind on a day where I really needed it. I appreciate you." I said, shyly.

"It was my pleasure, Stella. Can I carry your bags up for you?" He asked.

"Oh, it's okay. I think I need the entire walk to prepare myself. Thank you though, again. For everything. Can I venmo you gas money or pay you back for lunch?" I asked but I knew his answer. He would never let me.

And he chuckled at me for asking. "No, my treat. Really. I'll see you around Stella." He smirked as he said it.

I reached for my bags. Our hands lightly grazed as he handed them to me and I tried to ignore the mass of butterflies that formed in my stomach. I was going to be thinking about him for a long time, I could feel it.

"Okay, bye then." I said as I turned around to walk towards one of the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm no good at goodbyes. I wanted to turn around to see him one last time but I figured he was already back in his car, starting to pull out and head home. The place he's been looking forward to for weeks. He'd probably forget about me by the end of the day and I'd be another fan he did something nice for. And as much as that made me sad, I was okay with it. It was silly of me to think any of it meant anything more than a kind gesture. So I walked forward. I got this. Whatever it is, I got this. Even Austin said so. I'll get through it. One step at a time.

Austin's Point of View

I wanted to run out after her but I decided to wait for our food. I didn't want her to be without it for whenever she felt hungry later. She'd have to eat eventually.

I knew what it felt like to go to a hospital and face seeing your family in a state you never thought you'd have to see them in. I understood why she couldn't get the food down. And all I wanted to do was pull her in to a hug so that maybe she didn't feel so alone. I can't explain why I felt so connected to her, or why I wanted to spend my whole day with her. There was just something about her that I couldn't put my finger on quite yet. But I was soaking in every beautiful moment.

I knew I wanted to see her again after today, but I was still formulating how to ask her that without seeming insensitive to her situation. While I was waiting for our food, I took the opportunity to write my phone number on the back of the receipt from our lunch. Then the ball would be in her court. If she wanted to talk to me while she was here then she could. I didn't want her to feel pressured. Along with my number, I left a note that said "I hope to see you again soon. Have a good birthday. -Austin" and now I just had to find the right time to give it to her.

My manager is going to kill me for this. I'm not supposed to give my number to people I don't know. And I usually never would. In fact, I've never done it before. She's different. I can't help myself.

The food arrived and I asked for a box immediately, along with some foil to keep the tacos contained for her. I bagged everything up and headed out to the car.

As I walked up, I could see her sitting in the front passenger seat. Her eyes were closed and her head was resting against the headrest. A piece of her light brown hair fell in front of her face and I could see the remnants of a tear on her cheek. I wanted nothing more than to climb in and wipe her tears. She was so damn beautiful and I don't think she had any idea how beautiful was. She had taken her sweater off and the way the sun peaked through the clouds and shined through the window made her skin glow. Her cheek bones, the tip of her cute little nose, the golden highlights throughout her hair, and her collar bones were accentuated in this light. I just wanted to drink her up.

I realized I should probably get in before she realized I was standing out here staring at her. So I tapped on the window, a little sad to be breaking the view that I had. But I also needed to check on her. She wasn't doing well.

I startled her.

Dammit. She's cute when she jumps though.

She unlocked the door.

"Hey. Sorry it took so long. They brought our food and then I wrapped everything up and put it in a bag for you. You might feel hungry later." I said, feeling silly for explaining myself while I carried the bags of food I was just talking about. God, she makes me nervous. "How're you doing?" I asked.

"I just thought about the hospital and how I should be there and I got very overwhelmed. I'm

sorry to have left suddenly like that but I didn't want to

cause a bigger scene than I probably did." She said nervously. I could tell she felt embarrassed. Which was silly, she had no reason to feel like that given the situation she was in.

"You don't have to apologize. Today is a hard day and

it makes sense to feel scared about it. Let's get you to

your family." I reassured her, or tried to anyways by reaching over and lightly squeezing her forearm that sat delicately on my center console. I wanted to rub my thumb across her cheek and tell her she was okay. But I knew she didn't feel okay, and we had only just met today. There's just something about her. I definitely couldn't give her my phone number now. It would be way too insensitive.

We sat for a while, in comfortable silence after I pulled out of the parking lot and continued the drive. We didn't have much longer now. I didn't want her to think that she made me not want to talk to her anymore. And I figured talking about anything besides where she was going would be an easy conversation. "So you said your house is a 15 minute bike ride from

the beach? Which beach?" I asked. Yeah, that question would do I guess. That's the best you could come up with Austin? What is going on?

She told me about how she grew up riding her bike to Laguna Beach. I wish she could have seen the way her cheeks filled with color and her eyes lit up when she talked about something she enjoyed. It was so precious. I couldn't tell her or she'd become conscious of it and stop doing it. I told her about the beach I always chose to go to when I went. It was more secluded. I like all things that way, more secluded. More personal. More meaningful. Life is too short to not enjoy things deeply like that.

As I made my last few turns I wanted to comfort her. To tell her everything will be okay even though I wasn't sure if it would be. I wanted to tell her I'd be there for her if she wanted. I didn't know how that would be received. But I couldn't not say anything. I caught myself rubbing my bottom lip with my thumb. I've been doing that a lot today around her. "I just wanted to tell you that you got this. And whatever happens, you're strong. And you'll get through it. I just know it." I said in the most comforting tone I knew how. Hopefully she didn't think it was too much. She didn't respond but her face softened some when I said it. Damn I wish we weren't meeting like this.

I got out of the car to get her bags for her. She pulled out her phone to text her mom that she was there. I decided this was the only shot I'd have. I pulled the receipt with my number on it out of my pocket and tucked it through the zipper of her suitcase. I'm no good at this, not being the one to decide if we'd ever speak again. I knew I'd be thinking about her for a long time after this. Wondering how she is, how things are going for her family. I wanted to know more about her so badly but I had to leave it up to her.

I heard the passenger door open so I quickly made sure the zipper was closed all the way back up. She came around the corner and said "Thank you so much, Austin. For everything. You've been so kind on a day where I really needed it. I appreciate you." Almost in a way where she wasn't sure if she should be saying so much. She was so genuine.

"It was my pleasure, Stella. Can I carry your bags up

for you?" I was struggling to let her go to do this by herself. I wanted to be there for every part of this for her.

"Oh, it's okay. I think I need the entire walk to prepare

myself. Thank you though, again. For everything. Can I

venmo you gas money or pay you back for lunch?" She asked. She was looking up at me with her sparkling green eyes and she was so god damn cute. I couldn't help but chuckle. I would never let her pay for anything ever again if the opportunity arose. She had no idea.

"No, my treat. Really. I'll see you around Stella." I said, hoping that speaking the words out loud would bring them into existence. She reached for her bags and as I handed them off, our hands brushed and it was like electricity. I was burning inside with thoughts of what I would feel if we did see each other again.

She nervously bit the bottom of her lip before quickly saying "okay, bye then." And just like that, she turned around and walked away. I don't know what I expected in saying goodbye but it wasn't that. And I audibly laughed once she was far enough away to not hear me. Wow. So. God. Damn. Cute. I had hoped she would look back so I could wave at her one last time, to tell her she could handle whatever was about to come her way. But she didn't, and now I was really beginning to think she wouldn't care to see me again. I watched her walk all the way in before finally getting back in my car. And although she was sad and scared, she walked with pride and purpose. And she was radiating beauty while she did it.

These next few weeks are going to be torture waiting to see if she calls me. What have I done?

***A/N*** okay but do we think she's gonna find the note? Or what???

[fanficwriter284]

The New Boy

A Monday morning, mid October, a cool crisp breeze in the air, rustling the dead autumn leaves. Everyone in school wore long clothing with scarfs and boots. Chucky and Tiffany were no exception. Chucky wore a red hoodie, long blue pants, and a new black scarf gifted to him by his mom. Tiffany wore a black beanie with a little Pom Pom at the top, along with a navy scarf, a long coat, and warm boots.

The two had been relaxing during break, sitting on a bench near the rustic swings. Hearing the loud metallic screeches from the swing set from the autumn wind blowing them up and down. Till someone caught Chucky’s eye. Chucky nudged at Tiffany with his left elbow, attempting to gain her attention.

“Tiff, who the hells that?”

“Who?”

Chucky raised his index finger and pointed towards a boy with curly hair, brown eyes, with a forest green scarf and, black mittens, and brown coat.

Tiffany only shrugged her shoulders, she had no idea who the kid was.

“Probably new kid I guess”

Chucky raised a brow, and glanced back at the boy.

“He ain’t a sports player that’s for sure”

Tiffany only gave an eye roll, snicking to herself.

“Should we go introduce ourselves?”

“Why? We ain’t no damn welcoming committee”

“To be polite Chucky…better to make him your friend than an enemy. You’ve got plenty of bullies already”

Chucky mimicked her eye roll, shaking his head. He ran a hand through his hair, which had grown a significant amount, since his elementary and middle school years. It was roughly around to his ears, which he gelled backward, slicking it. Ever since he moved back to Jersey, back with Tiffany, he wasn’t looking for friends. Yes, he joined to soccer team, and was back with Tiffany…but moving back meant regaining enemies, he’d left behind. He was immediately snapped out of his trance when Tiffany grabbed him by his sleeve, dragging him to the new kid.

“TIFF”

Chucky was trying to pull away from her, till it was too late and he was face to face with the boy who hand brown curly locks. He really didn’t wanna be in that situation.

“Hi I’m Tiffany and this is Charles, but he goes by Chucky”

The boy stuck out his gloved hand, with a goofy smile on his face.

“Edward….Edward Caputo….but you can call me Eddie”

Tiffany shook his hand with a smile, Chucky on the other hand stood at her side with his arms crossed.

“And you’re Charles right?”

“Chucky”

“…oh sorry, Chucky. What are your guys full names? I don’t have a middle name so people just call me Eddie Caputo”

“Tiffany Delilah Valentine”

Chucky took an annoyed deep breath shutting his eyes then quickly opening them again

“Charles Lee Loman Ray Reinhardt”

“….”

“Charles Lee Ray for short…..but stick with Chucky”

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you both”

“Wish I could say the same”

“Don’t mind him, he just gets a bit grumpy and it’s a pleasure to meet you too”

“Yeah….”

The three lifted their heads, hearing the bell begin to ring calling the students back to class.

“What class do you have?”

“Math with Mrs. Verti?”

“You have her with me, I can show you where her class it. Chucky takes advanced math classes so he goes up stairs with the seniors”

“Wow! You must be really smart”

Chucky rolled his eyes again raising a brow.

“Smarter than you two that’s for sure”

“Asshole”

“Hehe…well I’m off, see ya at lunch Tiff”

“Bye Chucky”

“Bye Chucky, come on her class is this way”

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 7

*Warning Adult Content*

Aiden

I was quiet at dinner the next night and mom was trying to get me to partake in the conversations but I wasn't feeling it.

I just wanted to be left alone.

Dad was giving me knowing sideways glances but I kept my eyes on my untouched food.

I couldn't get Liam's face out of my head, the hatred.

"Honey are you feeling okay?" my mom asked, placing her hand on my forehead.

"Mom," I whined moving my head out of her reach.

"I'm fine, okay?" I told her.

"Well you haven't even touched your food," she complained.

"I'm just not hungry," I said moving a pea with my fork.

I looked up to find everyone's eyes on me.

"What?" I asked irritated.

"Bro you never turn down food," Nash said frowning at me.

"Well I have a right not to be hungry. It's not against the law," I snapped.

"What crawled up your butt and died?" Connie asked smirking.

I scowled at her before picking up my plate and putting it in the fridge.

"Aiden," my mom said getting up from her seat, she gave me a serious look.

"Is this about those gay bashers?" she asked putting her hands on my shoulders.

"Oh my God, mom," I yelled stepping back from her.

"Are they still messing with you?" Nash demanded.

I closed my eyes taking deep breath.

"Nancy, Nash... leave my son alone," dad said stopping them from going any further.

My mom huffed before slouched back in her seat.

"He's my son too," she muttered with a pout.

Nash was biting his lip from saying anything while Connie was trying to keep from laughing.

"Thank you," I sighed as I walked out of the kitchen.

"And if anyone needs me. Don't bother," I said and then went upstairs.

I took a shower, put fresh boxers on and just snuggled up in bed, my head buried in my pillow, sighing in comfy pleasure when my cell-phone rang.

UGH.

Reaching behind me I didn't even look who called.

"Hello?" I muttered.

"Hey," Jeanine's voice screamed from the other line.

'Oh. My. God.'

"Seriously," I yelled back at her.

"Dang there's no need to scream," Jay complained.

I rolled my eyes,

"What?"

"What do you want?" I asked impatientlyy.

I just wanted to sleep.

"Well damn Mr Grouch, I just called to see if you wanted to go to the movies."

I groaned.

"Hell no."

I want my bed.

"What? Why not?" she whined.

"I don't know maybe because it's..." I looked over my shoulder to see the clock... it was blaring 9:47 in red.

"9:47 at NIGHT and night means PM, which means that its bed time not movie time... which means... I WANT TO GO TO BED," I said.

"Aww, come on we're going to watch The Howl."

Damn her.

She knows damn well I wanted to see that movie.

"You know you want to," she provoked.

"Why can't we see it tomorrow?" I asked her.

"Because I want to get out of the house. Come on Aiden... pleeeease," she was begging now?

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please..."

"Fine," I caved like usual.

I heard her laugh excitedly.

"Yes. I'll be there in five."

"Whatever," I said and hung up.

I fell back on my bed.

Well bye my beautiful bed.

I got up, put some jeans on and my 'I wish I was in bed' t-shirt.

I snickered at it before grabbing my phone and marched down stairs. I was just about to reach the door before my mom's voice stopped me.

"Uh and where are you going?" she asked me crossing her arms.

Turning slowly I gave her a sheepish smile.

"Jayy and I are going to see The Howl."

"Oh well, have fun and eat some popcorn or something while you're at it since you didn't have dinner," she said and left.

I sighed in relief, that's mom for you.

I grabbed my jacket of the coat rack and heading outside and waited for Jay.

While I waited, I pulling my jacket closer to my body as I looked around.

It was a cold night... I could hear the wind howling loudly.

The tree leaves were swaying roughly as I stood on my front porch... I saw lights down the street which had to belong to Jeanine's Acura.

She pulled up at the curb and I ran to the passenger door and jumped in.

"Hey buddy," she said giving me a huge smile.

"Hi," I muttered buckling myself in.

"So are you ready for...The Howl?" she said mysteriously.

"Sure."

"Gosh you're such a killjoy," she whined putting the car in drive.

It was a quiet drive to the movies... we arrived in record time since she drives like a maniac on speed.

I bought the tickets and went to find our seats while Jay bought the snacks.

I sat there watching previews waiting for her to come back... slumping in my seat tapping my fingers on the arm rest, my eyes fix on the screen so when I saw Jay looking for me I waved her over.

When she moved toward me my breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened.

Liam was right behind her with his girlfriend attached to his arm.

Jay sat down handing me my popcorn and slushy... I tore my gaze away from the torturous sight.

Why did he have to be in this theater.

I mean he could have come at any time today to watch this damn movie.

Can a guy get a break.

Now on top of not wanting to come in the first place, I was exceedingly aware of him now.

The movie started but I couldn't for the life of me try and pay attention to it.

I snuck a quick peek behind me to find where they were, I know I'm being masochistic... sue me.

I found them in the very back of the theater snuggled up to one another.

Why can't that be me?

Ugh, I shook my head hard, 'bad thoughts, bad.'

Jeanine slapped my arm causing me to look at her.

She was wrinkling her face pointing to the screen.

I focused back on the movie the best I could.

To say the least those two hours were the worst of my life.

I was constantly fidgeting making Jeanie continue to hit my arm through the whole thing.

I think I have a giant bruise from it now.

Quickly I grabbed our trash and walked out like hell hounds were after me.

I heard Jay calling, hurrying after me but I just had to leave, like NOW.

I could feel him close behind but I refused to look.

I burst through the front door racing towards Jeanie's car.

I was only a few feet from the front door before someone pulled me back.

"Damn Aiden. Where the hell's the fire?" Jay asked winded.

I glanced at her before looking anxiously around to make sure he wasn't close but my luck wasn't with me this night.

His hazel eyes made contact with mine causing my heart to beat a mile a minute as I stared at his gorgeous face... his eyes were darkening with... desire?

I didn't get a chance to verify because miss model pulled at his sleeve making him break eye contact with me to look down at her.

I bit my lip in jealousy, ridiculous I know but I couldn't help who I crush on.

"Aiden," Jay's hand was waving in my face.

"What?"

"What? Well I don't know, first you ran like you were running for your life back there, then you space out like a creepo. What the hell's wrong with you today?" she asked frowning at me.

I shook my head trying to clear it so I could answer her straight.

"It's nothing... I told you I wanted to sleep but no you had to drag me out to the movies and now its midnight... I'm hallucinating from lack of sleep because of you. Thanks for that," I told her walking to the car.

For some reason I couldn't tell her I had a huge crush on Liam Parker.

"Whatever asshole," I heard her mutter as she got in the driver's seat.

When we were half way to my house she started asking if I liked the movie and commented on this and that.

I just nodded my head since I wasn't listening anyway.  

[lemonde-enchante]

Yabouki × reader

That was a thunderstorm night, you were running searching for a shelter to dry yourself.

You found a little place to stay for the night, in the middle of two close detached houses, under two roofs, not the best choice but better than nothing.

"God. Why me?", you mumbled to yourself, "I'm going to get sick if I don't get dry soon... it's so damn cold here", you tried to cover yourself with an old blue jacket that you always bring with you.

You don't have an house to stay in, you've always been a wanderer who had to suffer injustices after another. A french girl without an house, what a bad life you have to live! Tonight you were running away from two robbers who were trying to steal your little bag with the little money you have. You wondered why those bad guys wanted to steal a poor girl like you.

You were out of breath for the long run you've did, you leaned against a wall to take breath when suddenly you saw a big shadow of a man in the dark of the night, with not a reassuring appereace, walking towards you. Meeting his threatning look, you get scared and step back, "Hey, stay back! What do you want from me?", you stutter in fear, "who are you?"

"Calm down dude", the man spoke to you, "I'm not going to harm you, especially to a fascinating girl like you". You did not respond to them but stood surprised. The man approaches you, revealing himself under the light of a street lamp. He didn't look that dangerous like you thought, but not too trusting at the same time.

The man was shorter than you, you assumed he was middle-aged, had a chubby body, a dark brown skin shade, short and thin mustache, he wore a hat on his curly red hair, he got both his hands in the pockets of his coat, and holding a cigar in his sly looking smile.

"I was looking for a tall blonde girl, with a red dress, walking around with a talking cat and a dog, have you see them?", the man asked you, then he took a breath from his cigar he held between index and middle finger, and puffs the smoke out his mouth.

You gulped and answered shooking your head saying no, "mmh I see...", the man sighs looking down, then he looks you right in the face with a straight penetrating look, then an other big smirk apperead on his face. You shivered thinking, oh god why is he looking at me like that? It's so unconfortable and scary...

"Oh well, nevermind, see you ", as he turned away from you, a big tail came out of his big coat , "oh shoot!", he tried to hide it somehow hastily, "So you're a Tanuki", "heh, yeah...", the man smiled anxiously and he was going to run away, but you grabbed him from his cloth, "Wait! Don't run away please..." you ordered him with an hint of melacholy in your tone. The tanuki man stopped and looked at you with curiosity and surprise, "You look really cute to me please stay..."

"Well", The man turned serious again, adjustinng himself and this time ignoring his tail out of his pants, "Wanna take a night walk with me?", he invites you heartily, making a comfortable smile.

You got sweeten by his cute manners, "Oh, you can get under my umbrella, ma chère", he giggled, your face heaten up as he calls you like that "thank you" you whispered him, before getting under his umbrella.

"Can I ask what's your name?", "my name's Y/n ad yours?", you asked, "Yabouki, pleasured to meet you dear Y/ n", you smiled and started to walk under the rain with your new friend.

Author note:

Here's my first fic and yes, I changed it a bit from the chapter I've written. This is what looks like a story written by me. Any type of request is accepted! ;) Anyway thanks for reading folks<3

Here's the link to the story in question eheh!

Bye for now!

[astralisis]

anyway keith’s most bloodthirsty moment was killing sendak after all the tormenting he did to shiro 

[moonxbabe]

vinnie hacker smut - birthday present -

hi besties - this was a request, its honestly not that long but hope yall enjoy :)

warning: smut 18+

“We’re about to sing happy birthday and do the cake,” Tana shouted to you as you just took a shot with Vinnie, Ben and a few others. You cringe and quickly shove the lime in your mouth as you look over at Vinnie who took it like a champ. He leaned over wrapping one arm around your waist taking the lime out of your mouth with his teeth and threw it kissing you deeply, you grinned kissing him back. 

“Alright you two,” Tana yelled, grabbing Vinnie, “Lets go birthday boy,” she laughed, pulling him away as he pouted jokingly. You follow him and everyone else outside as they gather around to sing happy birthday to him. You couldn't keep your eyes off of each other causing you both to smile. His mom came behind you hugging you tightly as everyone began singing. You and Maria had a good relationship which made you glad, but you were pretty drunk right now and hoped she didn't notice. 

Minutes later the cake came flying at Vinnies face causing everyone to laugh as you waited for the crowd to calm down so you could make your way to him. 

“Well don't you look yummy,” You giggled, taking some icing off his face with your finger sticking it into your mouth as he watched in awe. 

“I cant wait till we’re alone,” He placed his hand on your hip pulling you in close to whisper in your ear. 

“Me too, I have one hell of a birthday present,” you whispered back, slightly biting your lower lip causing his hand around your hip to tighten. 

“Oh yea?” He swallowed hard at your words as his eyes fell to your lips, he leaned in to kiss you but you placed your hand on his chest holding him back. 

“Not with all that cake all over you,” You laughed, shaking your head. “Lets go get you cleaned up,” you took his hand as he followed into the kitchen area where you found a towel to clean his face up. 

“Can I kiss you now?” He whined playing with the hem of your dress as you giggled nodding. He was such a baby when he was drunk but you loved it. He places both hands on your waist pulling you in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his lips crashing onto yours tasting like tequila and icing. 

Some people whistled and shouted things causing you both to laugh and pull away as you buried your face in Vinnies neck in embarrassment, he hugged you tightly. 

“Vinnie, we’re going to head out, I think your dad is done for the night,” Maria came up to us laughing. 

“Well I'm just glad he had a good time,” Vinnie chuckled, pulling out his phone calling an uber for his parents. You pulled away from him so he could hug his mom goodbye and you did as well. 

“Let me know when you two get to the Airbnb,” He nodded at her as she walked off. 

“Should we call it a night too?” Vinnie turned to you searching your eyes for an answer. You nodded, taking his hand as the both of you walked around saying bye and thank you to a few people before hopping in an Uber back to the Hype house. 

The ride was quiet and tense as Vinnies hand rested on your thigh grazing it softly with his thumb. You pressed your thighs together at the feeling that crept at your core causing him to slightly smirk. 

“The things I’m going to do to you tonight,” He leaned in to whisper against your ear in a husky tone, giving you chills down your spine, you attempted to hold back a moan, squeezing your legs even tighter. 

The uber finally pulled up to the house letting you both out as Vinnie quickly grabbed your hand walking inside with you slamming the door. The house was quiet and empty since everyone was still at the party. Vinnie shoved you pressing your back to the door as one hand grabbed your throat and the other gripped your hip as his lips attacked you in a deep kiss. 

You moaned softly kissing him back as your hands gripped his shirt pulling him even closer. Your tongue slid at his bottom lip slowly entering the kiss as it met his, causing him to groan softly. The kiss was hot and heavy before he began to kiss down your jawline and onto your neck all over. 

“Vin,” you said breathlessly into his ear as he sucked at your neck “We can't do this here,” your hand dove into his curls gripping it slightly as his hand around your throat slid down to massage your left breast through your dress softly causing you to let out a groan. He nodded a bit before bending down to pick you up from behind your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you up the stairs and down to his bedroom as you held onto him tightly. 

He entered the door swinging the door closed behind and walking over to throw you on the bed. You laughed softly as your body hit the bed, he smiled leaning down to hover over you as you held yourself up with your elbows.

“Wait,” you said quietly as he got ready to kiss you once again, he looked at you curiously. 

“My present, remember?” You looked up at him deviously and smiled, “Give me your phone,” You extend your hand waiting. He cocked his head to the side confused as he pulled out his cellphone from his back pocket placing it in your hand. You opened up his camera app and set it to video, handing it back to him as his eyes looked at the phone and then met yours. 

“Are you serious?” He bit his lower lip studying your eyes. “I thought you said we’d never,”

“Happy birthday baby,” you smiled at him leaning up to kiss him as he kissed you back deeply “I trust you,” you said softly against his lips. 

“I’m so in love with you right now,” He groaned softly against your lips and pulled away, going to set the phone at a good angle of the bed. “The amount of times I'm going to re-watch this,” He chuckled as you got up to stand at the edge of the bed waiting for him. 

“Perfect,” He said quietly before looking up at you, seeing you standing there waiting for him with your hands crossed behind your back. He smirked and ran his thumb across his lower lip checking you out. 

“What?” You smiled at him as he slowly made his way to you. 

“You’re just so damn sexy,” He stood in front of you as one hand slid into your hair pulling you in for a rough kiss. “All mine,” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again and you nodded, kissing him back as your hands rested on his chest. Both his hands swiftly moved to the straps of your dress as he pulled them off letting it slip off your body to the ground leaving you in your black lace thong. He pulled away to eye your body as he grew harder by the second. 

“I’m obsessed with you,” He growled in a husky tone as he attacked your lips once again wrapping his arms around you inching you back closer to the bed. You reached for his shirt to pull it off breaking the kiss for a brief moment before sliding your tongue into it. You hit the bed laying down on it as Vinnie hovered over you kissing from your lips down your neck trailing down your stomach to the top of your underwear. You watch him as your teeth sink into your lower lip in anticipation. 

He pulls your thighs even more apart as he kisses the inner part of each one causing you to moan softly. Your hand sinks into his curls pulling his head forward waiting. 

“Patience baby,” He whispered against your thigh, giving you goosebumps all over, you groaned softly feeling yourself grow even more wet, you were sure it was visible through your underwear. 

He kissed back up to your stomach before taking the edge of your thong with his teeth and pulling it off. You watched him as he then lifted both your thighs to his shoulders and kissed up your left one reaching your heat. 

“Vin,” you whined as your hand gripped his hair pushing him forward again as he chuckled softly at your impatience. His tongue darted in and slid up and down your pussy causing you to moan as you automatically arch your back off the bed at the feeling. 

“Oh my,” you say breathless as your hand grips his hair tighter. His tongue tastes you all over before stopping at your clit massaging it with his tongue, slowly sucking at it for a few seconds before going back down to thrust it in and out. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the feeling as he holds your thighs down. 

“Right there,” you moan as your free hand grips the bed sheets. His tongue trails up back to your clit sucking at it and flicking it as he moves one hand to insert two fingers into you thrusting them in a steady pace. 

“Faster Vin,” you whine as he obeys thrusting his fingers harder and faster into you as his tongue works on your clit. You could feel the knot in your stomach form as your toes curled at the pleasure. He could feel your walls slowly begin to tighten around his fingers as he curled them in an attempt to find your g-spot. 

“Vinnie,” you scream loudly trying to push his head away at the overwhelming pleasure as he hits it over and over. He grips you even tighter and doesnt stop until your climax takes over and you spill into his mouth. He licks you up pulling his fingers away as you ride out your high.

“Good girl,” He kisses your inner thigh again before hovering over you once more and kisses your lips deeply, you kiss him back wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer. 

“Your turn,” you pull away to whisper against his lips, giving him a smirk as you slightly push him up off you. He bites his lower lip and stands at the edge of the bed as you get on your knees in front of him reaching up to pull his shorts off along with his boxers letting his rock hard dick spring out hitting his upper stomach. He lets out a soft groan at the feeling as you lick your lips ready to take him. He sits at the edge of the bed and watches you get closer in between his thighs. 

You take him in your hand and slowly begin to stroke him before leaning in and letting your tongue lick his pre-cum. 

“Fuck,” He says lowly and groans at the feeling not tearing his eyes away from you as you lock eyes with his before slowly taking him into your mouth. He bites his lower lip and lets out a moan as your mouth begins to bob up and down his length and your hand strokes the remaining. 

“Show me what that mouth can do baby,” his hand enters your hair stroking at it as you let your tongue slide all over his length before attempting to take more of him in causing him to groan. 

“Such a slut for this dick huh,” He growls as his hand grips tight into your hair pushing you a bit further down as he hits the back of your throat. You slightly gag but keep going, adjusting as your hand continues to stroke. 

“My good little whore,” He moans as he can feel himself deep in your throat. You begin to hum sending vibrations through his length causing him to twitch in your mouth. You give his tip some extra attention before taking him whole back into your mouth.

“Baby Im about to--” His knees buck up as his grip tightens on your hair, he groans loudly holding your head down on his length as he cums deep into your throat. He lets you go slowly riding out his high as you swallow his load, licking your lips. 

Vinnie reaches his hand to grip your throat pulling you in as he attacks your lips. You moan softly into the kiss as he pulls away. 

“I need to be deep inside you already or I’m going to lose it,” He growls against your lips, lifting you up and throwing you back on the bed before glancing back at the camera to make sure the angle is good. You bite your lower lip waiting as you press your thighs together in anticipation. He kicks off his shoes and shorts before grabbing your legs and shoving them apart, pushing your thighs against your chest giving him all the access he needs. 

He grabs his dick and rubs it teasingly against you causing you to whine before thrusting it hard into you causing him to groan. 

“Fuck, Vin” you moan loudly feeling him deep in your stomach as he thrusts in and out of you at a hard and fast pace pushing your thighs further up. 

“Holy shit, you feel so good,” He bites his lower lip fucking into you as he watches your breasts bounce with each thrust. He moves one hand around your throat once again leaning down to meet your lips kissing you roughly as you grab the back of his head kissing him back. He sucks at your bottom lip softly before pulling it and letting it go. 

“Open,” He uses his free hand to run his thumb across your lower lip before shoving it into your mouth, parting it. He locks eyes with yours as he spits into your mouth and watches you swallow. 

“Good fucking girl,” He groans moving his hand down to your clit rubbing it in slow circles as his thrusts don't stop. 

“Yes, right there” you moan as your mouth falls open at the feeling letting your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Show them how good you fuck me, Vin” After a few seconds you feel him pull out and flip you over so you lay on your stomach, he pulls your hips up giving your ass a hard smack before slamming back into you from behind causing your back to arch at the feeling. 

“I'm so close baby,” He gripped your hips hard as he fucked faster into you before moving one hand around your throat from the front and the other gripping your hair. Your back pressed to his chest now as you felt the tight knot form in your stomach. 

“D-Don't stop,” you whined pushing yourself to meet his hips taking him in deeper. You could feel his dick begin to stiffen and twitch inside of you.

“Cum for daddy baby,” He growls into your ear breathless as he moves his hand out of your hair and in front of you to rub your clit once more causing you to lose it. You moan loudly as your climax takes over gripping onto him from behind you as he thrusts in a few more times and stills cumming deep inside you as you both collapse on the bed. 

“Fuck,” He slowly pulls out of you getting up to grab a towel as you lay there trying to come down from your high. He cleans you up before leaning over to kiss your forehead softly causing you to smile before he walks over to the phone to stop recording. 

“Think we gave them a good show?” you laugh softly before slowly getting up to use the bathroom, limping over there, your legs feeling like jell-o.

“By the way you're walking, I think so,” He chuckles, laying on the bed waiting for you. 

“Fuck off,” you limp back out and make your way to the bed crawling on it as he pulls you on top of his chest covering you both with the covers. You cuddle on him and lay your head on his chest as you kiss it softly and he wraps his arms around you. 

“Best present ever,” He kisses the top of your head as you smile. 

“Let's watch it later?” You look up at him as he grins back at you.

“If we watch it you better be prepared for another round,” He chuckles softly.

“I can take it,” you smirk at him and kiss his lips softly. 

“Oh I know you can and you will,” He kisses you again “Hope you’re prepared to not walk for a few days,”

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