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WARNING SOPILERS: Alice In Borderland S2E7

S2E7 of Alice In Borderland has left with several emotional distress and a long ass crying session

My heart hurts, like I couldn't get a break, it went back to back to back forever

Then I start S2E8

WHAAAAATTTTTTT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This is TO CUUUUTE!!!!!!!! ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗 💘 ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗 💘 ❤️

Sign of Love

pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Deaf!Wife!Reader

Summary: Headcanon of you and Henry’s relationship ♥️ with a lot of flowers

- Requests are open!

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Henry Cavill’s Masterlist🌟:

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💟It all started when you met Henry that rainy day, you were rushing to get all the flowers outside the shop inside. Henry had came over immediately without even thinking and helped you carry in the stock of chrysanthemums

💟 At first when he tried talking to you, he was wearing a face mask due to covid so you couldn’t even read his lips, having to break it to him on a piece of paper that you were deaf

💟 Now being in a relationship with Henry, he was fully fluent in sign language, learning it everyday since the first day he met you. Not wanting you to have to lip read all the time, he thought it was only right of him to learn sign. It started off with small phrases and sentences, now sign had become a way for you guys to relax when sometimes even Henry couldn’t be bothered to talk

💟“I got you something” He signed coming in from the front door, his work clothes hugging him nicely. “What?” You signed back only to watch him pull out a bouquet of flowers. Not just any sort of flower, your favourite flower. Sunflowers. Running over you gave him his usual welcome home kiss, now accompanied with your squeals of excitement as you filled your vase with the flowers

💟FYI your vase was never empty, Henry had made it a rule for it to always be filled with flowers, almost a way to show his love for you in another way

💟Finally it came to a point in your relationship where you and Henry were debating children and marriage, the next step of your partnership. You of course had to sit him down and let him know that if he was to have kids with you, that there was a possibility they’d be deaf too. You thought that would instantly be a deal breaker for him, but you couldn’t be any more wrong.

💟So when your first baby boy came along with that startling cry, it was almost a shock that he had come out hearing. The whole pregnancy you guys had been preparing for him to come out deaf. Tears were definitely spilled that night

💟Henry had started off teaching your baby boy Charlie sign language before he could even speak, wanting his son to start communicating with his mother straight away. In fact the first word Charlie ever said was “mama” in sign language, a complete surprise to you, one which ended in tears of joy and lots of cuddles

💟When you did your first dance at your wedding, Henry chose a song that could make you feel vibrations, so you wouldn’t miss a single beat. His vows were signed, and he just couldn’t get enough of kissing you

💟Then your next baby, Isabella was born deaf. Something you both were expecting knowing at least one of your children were going to be. Charlie her older brother had now been the one to sign to her constantly, both Henry and you cooing over their sweet loving relationship

💟With you still owning a florist shop, Henry and you expanded your business to the shop next door when the building was up for sale. Your children stayed with you in the shop whilst Henry worked, both of them loving the idea of arranging different types of flowers

💟 When the kids finally went to school, Isabella was skilled enough to lip read recognisable words but you still thought it would be better to send her to a specialised school where she would be able to communicate with others clearly. Charlie on the other hand cried when he realised he would be separated from his little sister for most of the day.

💟 Don’t even get me started on the way Henry treated you years down the line, almost as if he had only been with you 3 months. He was still like a lovesick puppy, eager to show you new words he had learnt everyday in sign. Both of you getting excited every time your children would also learn new words

💟 What wasn’t funny was when during arguments you would sign something very inappropriate, with baby Isabella copying you instantly. Something that taught you to never sign in front of your children especially if it was private and inappropriate

💟Henry’s family was the most supportive you couldn’t have wished for anything more, his parents had learnt sign when they realised how serious your relationship was getting, being fluent by the time Charlie was born

💟Your life with Henry is amazing, having such an understanding and caring husband was something you thought would he impossible in such a prejudiced world. He proved you wrong.

💟Heck even when he was doing press tours he'd advertise the hell out of your floral shop, customers ringing in from all over the world to order special arrangements from yours truly. Henry of course on hand to help his dear wife’s arrangements. Every few minutes he’d turn to you and mouth “I love you” a shy smile coming up on your face causing Henry to smile triumphantly

💟When out on red carpets, he’d hold your hand knowing how anxious you get, your favourite flower sitting in his blazer pocket. Something he called the best form of advertisement. When people would interview you, they’d do it in sign, something Henry had requested. He knew it was time for inclusivity and he was not going to let his wife miss out on the whole red carpet experience.

💟Henry had not only lent you his heart, mind and soul, but his ears too

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I LOVE THIS!!! This is totally soothing that would happen irl!

How Much Is Too Much?

Pairing:Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Fans retell the best parts of the relationship

Warnings: none

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@/loverbunny: Does anyone remember that one Henry Cavill interview where he just kept bringing up Y/n? It’s so cute how his eye twinkles whenever her name’s mentioned and he’s also so proud of her and her career. Saying quote on quote, “i’m proud to be her man”

@/jessicashaw: I had to take my little sister to an appointment to the local hospital and she was literally treated by Dr. Y/n L/n, apparently she was there to cover a random shift? Idk but she was so nice and helpful😭 After the check up she gave my sister SUPERMAN STICKERS?!

@/Ghostedfortoast: I was at the background shoot for one of Henry Cavill's movies and I heard him talking about how his wife was opening a free walk in clinic for the homeless, and I swear I saw that man's heart get a boner

@/thereallife: I saw Cavill at an award show, and I kid you not mid award show, he saw his wife was arriving outside the venue. This man walked back outside and accompanied her in through the red carpet, and since all the photographers had left. HE WAS KNEELING JUST TO GET HER ANGLES RIGHT WHEN TAKING HER PICS

@/beesnothoney: Nah because in Henry's new interview, actually lemme just quote this man, “My wife is so amazing, she was actually my medic on set, so I was around her all the time. It was brilliant, I loved it” AND THEN HIS CO STAR WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW MUCH NOISE WOULD BE COMING FROM HENRY'S TRAILER KILLS ME.

@/leavemealone: I work in Pull&Bear and I saw Henry and Y/n walk in at around 7pm i’m guessing after her work because she was in scrubs. I think she was trying to buy the new winter jacket we had but the poor girl looked exhausted. Henry had to put it on her and zipped it all the way so it covered her head, AND HE UNZIPPED IT JUST ENOUGH TO KISS HER THEN THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO WOULD PAY UNTIL HE SNEAKILY PASSED ME HIS CARD

@/1990firefly: Henry Cavill came into the build a bear I work and got a dog stuffy and dressed it like a doctor. But here’s the best part. IN AN INTERVIEW Y/N REVEALED HE CALLS HER 'PUP' 😭😭. ➥@/pandalove: I HEARD HE CARRIES THAT BEAR WHEN HE TRAVELS ABROAD WITHOUT HERR🥹

@/jumpinglacks: My mum once worked a shift with Y/n L/n, and said her husband (Hen obvs) came during their break to bring her out for lunch. I hate being single.

@/tiredturtleegg: I saw the Cavill couple out in town yesterday, kid you not he was feeding her the spaghetti and anytime she’d reach for her fork he’d slap it away 🥲

@/denisethemenace: Anyone remember when Y/n L/n first revealed she was pregnant, and the reason she found out was because Cavill realised her tits had grown bigger. This man never fails to surprise me ➥ @/livingfreedead: DONT FORGET HE SAID HE WAS JUST DOING HIS REGULAR TOUCH UP OMG😭‼️

@/greekathenanice: Y/n just said in her 73 questions video that whenever their son can’t sleep, he reads her anatomy books and tries to teach Henry things about the body. This kid is like 4. How.

@/floralflower: Whenever you think about settling for less. Remember that when Y/n was pregnant Henry literally sewed her scrubs that would fit her then drove her to and from work☝️

@/letmeliveplease: Henry Cavill gushing over his wife’s maternity photos during a Buzzfeed interview, is everything. That man started tearing up because he loves her so much, NO MAN COULD EVER COMPARE

@/treatsweet: Henry revealing that Y/n only likes to bathe with him now is so cute, apparently it’s because that’s the only time the baby decides to kick and be active

@/HenryCavill: Y/n refuses to talk to me because I forgot to buy her cookie dough ice cream on the way home. This is my public apology. I’m sorry pup, please let me back into the bedroom, I want a hug. ➥@/DrY/nL/N-Cavill: Yeah okay. Your son (and I) Misses you. Love you♥️

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sit down, open wide.

pairing | frank castle x (f)reader

warnings | (18+) smut; oral (m recieving) nicknames (kitten, angel) d/s dynamics, dom!frank, sub!reader, allusions to subspace

an | i’m a whore (also this sucks btw)

word count | 1.3k

It was evident the minute you walked through the door. He could see it written plainly on your face. 

Shoulders hunched, phone clutched in your hand ready to throw or smash or abandon. Some days were like this. You never admitted how much you hated your job but Frank knew the truth. It was days like this where he wished you would quit, let him take care of you. But you're stubborn, that in itself is almost an understatement, and as much as he loved your stubbornness you let it avoid your self care. 

Closing the door, you set your keys and bag down, slowly peeling off your coat and toeing off your shoes. Your movements feel sluggish and tiring. Everything ladened with unnecessary effort. 

You don’t even bother making eye contact with him, not yet. He watches you, though. Eyes following every exhausting movement, tracking you as you heave in a sigh of relief at being home, but your shoulders never move from their hunched over position. He knows exactly what you need, has done before you entered the door, it’s a joke you make, how he can always sense what you need even before you’re in a room together. He doesn't need to meet your glossy eyes to know how he can help you, calm your mind. 

It's silent. You wish you felt the silence. 

The world was too loud today, everything needed to be muted and as you step over to Frank's sitting position on the sofa, you both know that he’s the one that holds the remote to turn off the rest of the world. 

Frank lets you break the almost silence. “Hi.” you look at him now. His brown eyes hold so much care for you, patient as always. 

“Hi, kitten. You want to sit down for me?” You nod. His voice is calm, rumbling from his chest and he’s looking at you so softly it makes your chest ache. With just a few words he easily slips you into that syrupy head space, taking away all your responsibilities. You just have to do as he says, which is so much easier than breathing. 

Your knees hit the carpet. Between his knees your head automatically leans on his knee, nuzzling up his leg when his hand comes to rest in your hair. 

He doesn’t want you to think about it too much, so he keeps his questions short, “Bad day?” you reply with a whine. He lets you close your eyes and rest against his leg, watching as you let out a contented sigh when you hear the tell-tale noise of him removing his belt and undoing his zipper. 

You don’t bother opening your eyes until his husky words settle in the air like smoke, “Open your mouth, kitten.” eyes fluttering open as your mouth does the same, Frank feeding you his hard cock, immediately moaning at the taste of him. 

It’s like everything just ceases to exist, the world vibrating down until a peaceful rumble. All you need to focus on is the man in front of you. His chest expanding in a deep breath, a pleased growl coming from his throat at the feeling of your hot, wet mouth enveloping him further. 

It's always been one of your favourite things, having Frank down your throat. He didn’t understand it at first but it's not something he’d complain about, obviously. But you explained to him that it's calming, it makes you focus on him, the weight and the taste and also that his cock is objectively perfect. Deliciously thick and long, difficult to take at first but you adore the stretch. And so does he. 

“So pretty like this, kitten. This is what you needed isn’t it?” you try to nod and he watches you struggle. Your mouth stretched obscenely over his girth, eyebrows scrunching as you start to take him deeper, needing to be completely full of him. By now the worries of the day have completely drifted from your mind. Your head like cotton candy, Frank makes you feel safe and it's always been easy to just slip for him.

His large hand strokes your hair, allowing you to relax your throat around him and adjust to the weight on your tongue. When you look up at him, silently pleading for him to take control- to use you- his hand adjusts to the back of your head. Cradling at first before gripping and pushing. 

You gag at first and the noise makes his abs clench beneath his t-shirt. The noise goes straight to his cock as he moves you up and down his length like a toy. Glassy eyes never leave his face, even when tears start to gather in your waterline. “Ah- just like that, fuck angel,” his words raggedy as he forces you down to the base. 

When your throat tightens around him you can feel him getting close. His approval hits your ears and your panties are soaked, dripping into the cotton the more dirty praise he lets out. The close he gets the more filthy he becomes. 

Tears begin to drip down your hot cheeks, the sight entirely sinful to Frank. His calloused thumb coming to wipe away at them, bringing the thumb to your already stretched lips, smearing the remaining lipstick even more. The tears mix with your spit, adding to your ruined look. He thinks you’ve never looked so gorgeous. 

With your free hand you start to tug on his balls. Full and heavy sitting below his length, which is now covered in saliva. As soon as you do his head is thrown back, your eyes track as his jaw clenches and he groans. All that's going on in your head is the fact that you're the one making him feel good, you’re being good for him. And he tells you as such. 

“My perfect girl.” his eyes drifting down to yours, “You wan’ me to come down your throat? Fill you up?” it’s a rhetorical question, both of you know the answer but he waits for you to try and answer him. Moaning around his girth, you start bobbing your head faster, tugging harder on his balls because you know it's how he likes it. The vibrations from your own moans trigger his release. 

His hand holds you down as his release fills your mouth. “Fucking shit-” you swallow down everything he gives you, tongue running up and down the vein of his cock, trying to draw out his pleasure as long as possible. 

Frank is always beautiful but when he comes it's incredible. You know that you’re special, he’s never vulnerable apart from when he’s with you. The deep groans he lets out, moans of your name dripping from his lips as he pulls you off of his softening cock. He’s sensitive but he lets you clean him up, soft kitten licks up and down his length, before tucking him back into his trousers. 

“Come here,” he lifts you up from your kneeling position. Holding you in his lap, rubbing soft stripes up and down your back, you nestle your head into his neck. Breathing him in, settling finally. “Did so good for me, made me feel so fuckin’ good, kitten.” he rumbles. Dotting kisses on and around your shoulder. 

Your head is still foggy so you don’t reply, just burrow deeper into him and hold him tighter. A wordless thank you, one he understands. 

He doesn’t speak as he picks you up, moving into the bedroom so you can nap in his arms. It's days like this where you’re so grateful. You don’t know many other people that could deal with things- you-  the way Frank does, but you don’t need to worry about anyone else. The only one that matters is the man beneath you, who looks at you like you're the world. 

“Go to sleep, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.” and you know he will. 

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She Will Learn (Rio x Reader)

Look I will let y’all in on a little secret, the way this account is going to work is by me seeing your requests, making a mental note to finish them and then getting an idea for another imagine that wasn’t requested but can’t move on until I write it so…. Enjoy!

P.S I chose Greece cause I am from there and I never see us anywhere

(Y/n) had met Rio when she was about to graduate college, a business major that was striving for being the first millionaire in her family. She came from a lower middle class first generation immigrant from Greece, her parents were troopers for successfully raising her and her siblings, they never had things to spare yet they had enough to be respectful.

He saw her at a restaurant, completely overdressed and accessorized like she was dining in France, however she somehow made it look like she didn’t think about what she was going to wear, like this was her natural way of dressing, her nails were done and he noticed how… soft her hands looked. 

What intrigued him was that she was extremely kind to everyone, she smiled brightly at the waiters and she would often reach over to her friends for a touch of encouragement of just a simple caress, she exuded confidence that made you feel like you would never dare to touch her, still she carried herself with elegance and in a graceful manner.

“Excuse me, can you tell me who are the girls at the table over there?”

“Oh they haven’t been here before but I can tell you they are here to celebrate for the girl in the red dress, it’s her birthday”

“Oh is it? Send them a bottle of champagne please”

“Right away Sir”

He was never the flashy type of guy, he never cared for stuff that showed his status or economic achievements, people that had money knew to never flaunt it carelessly. When it came to her, he felt the need to show off, to woo her and catch her eye, she had this sense of luxury, she looked like she took care of herself way too much to let men not treat her anything less than that.

He watched her face switch into surprise when the waiter came with the bottle of champagne, a few seconds after that her gaze went to him, as the waiter pointed towards him and then proceeded to open the bottle of bubbly. 

She had noticed him when she entered for a few moments, although she decided that since it was her big night she wouldn’t waste time gawking at good looking men, she had saved money for months to be able to afford the finest for her big day, every year she wanted her birthday to be like the life she wanted. She send him a smile as her hand went to her heart to show gratitude for the gift. 

Except that didn’t feel like enough, she felt like she could push it a bit more, try her luck just a bit, she looked too good to worry about a man turning her down, he would have to be mad or blind to do so.

She walked to him with the glass of champagne in her hand, giving him the chance to take her in. Her legs were exposed as the dress went to the middle of her thigs, they shined and looked so smooth making him wonder how good would it feel to touch them. She had a figure of a dream, as her hips swayed with every step, her posture was proud and she walked like a supermodel, if he didn’t know the owner he would have thought she was the one that had not just the restaurant, the entire block.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m (y/n), I wanted to thank you for the champagne, you really didn’t have to”

“I wanted to darling, I’m Christopher but people call me Rio, how wonderful to meet you”

He said, taking her delicate hand in his and pressing a light kiss on soft skin. He could smell the lotion of vanilla she had chosen to moisturize her skin, settle yet unforgettable. His raspy voice made her flustered, trying to mask it with a smirk and confidence, he was intriguing to her, the cool, calm and collected exterior that suited him so much. 

“I wish I could stay and talk but I don’t like leaving my friends by themselves”

“I understand darling, we’ll be in touch”

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It had been years since then, he had managed to not only stay in touch with you but make her the queen of his life. She was an asset that he so desperately needed, he trusted her with his life and knew she had the best intentions for him, her loyalty was iron made, her degree came in handy when he needed to handle business in a discreet manner, she was the master mind behind a lot of his negotiations, her brilliance on playing the trophy wife that didn’t know anything in front of others was the secret behind his success. 

She is his secret weapon, so secret that no one knew she even existed, the few that did didn’t even know her name and the people that knew were the most trusted ones that worked with Rio for years, she liked to be under wraps, walking in and out of the building with the men Rio had hire to protect her and the rookies wondered who was she, he only called her with pet names when others were around but they could only address her as “Miss”, she was the miss of the mister and his most trusted soldier. 

Despite that, (y/n) was no fool. She had broken up with Rio and called of the engagement several times, making Rio go wild every time. She wasn’t unreasonable, Rio was out of line a lot of the times, especially when Beth came in the picture, his men feared her just as much as him, maybe even more, so when she found out they had done such major damage multiple times but still took them back in, she would pack her stuff and leave without warning, leaving her ring and a note that wrote “goodbye” behind. That’s when he would hook up with Beth, make up for the loss of his queen, yet when he had manage to convince her to come back and buy her a new ring every time, he felt like he was on top of the world.

“Be honest with me Mick, who did this to him?”

“Everything points in one target, Beth”

“Of course. Thank you Mick, I got him”

She stood by him throughout his healing process, waited patiently until he was back on her feet, took care of his bullet wounds and had many sleepless nights to make sure he was alright. She was his wife to be after all, even kept in contact with Rhea and Marcus, made sure they were alright and taken care of in any way, shape or form.

“Are you ready mama?”

“Almost, can you help me with the necklace”

They were there when Rhea got the call from Beth, acting like there friends even though she caused Rios life and invited her for drinks. Rio knew (y/n) was boiling, wanted to take revenge for what Beth had caused and this time he understood, so they got dressed up to meet her instead of Rhea. 

As Rio approached and took the necklace in his hands he saw it was the necklace he bought her for their one year anniversary, her birth stone surrounded with diamonds. When (y/n) let her hair down he got a whiff of her scent, still making him feel weak in the knees, he got closer to her and wrapped his one arm around her, his lips found the nape of her neck and left light kisses. She closed her eyes for a second to enjoy the feeling of warmth and lust he brought her.

“You look beautiful princess”

“It’s my first time meeting her isn’t it?”

“What have you planned gorgeous?”

“That’s for me to know and for her to find out, let’s go daddy”

She knew exactly who she was. Seeing the back of her head made her want to pull out her gun and blast her right then and there, that wouldn’t be classy now wouldn’t it? She approached the clueless woman and sat on her left side, leaving the right seat empty for Rio to join later. 

“Can I get dirty martini please? Thank you dear”

She instructed the bartender before taking off the faux black fur coat to reveal a   Split Floor-Length Sleeveless Spaghetti Strap Pullover black dress. The first thing Beth noticed about the young woman that sat next to her was the big diamond ring that she wore on her ring finger, mentally thinking of what that girl had done to earn it

‘she probably hasn’t worked a day in her life’ she thought, making herself feel a little bit better, she had to admit that she looked really pretty, the jewelry she had on complimented her skin tone and the dress looked like it was custom made. (Y/n) waited for her drink to arrive before she looked at Beth and got ready to reveal her identity.

“You must be Beth, I don’t believe we’ve officially met. I’m (y/n)”

Beth looked at her puzzled. How did the young woman that looked like she was some old mans pretty young thing to show off knew her. (Y/n) was smiling as she took a sip of her cocktail, knowing damn well that Beth had already made up her mind about what type of woman (y/n) was and completely missing the purpose of this meeting.

“How do you know my name”

“Oh I know everything about you, where you live, the names of your children, your sister Annie and your friend Ruby. Rio has told me all about you”

“Rio? How-”

“I know he doesn’t talk about it, I like to be invisible to the public eye… his secret weapon as some would say. I also know you are waiting for Rhea”

“She ain’t comin”

Beth heard Rio’s voice and her eyes went wide with fear. (Y/n) let out a soft giggle and took one more sip of her drink as Beth turned to look at him like she had seen a ghost, judging by how pale she had gotten she was more of that vibe than he was. 

“Excuse me, can we get a glass of neat whiskey for the gentleman? Thank you so much”

(Y/n) ordered once more before hoping off her chair and joining Rio. He snaked his arm around her and brought her as close to him as he could before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“How you feeling mama?”

“Oh I was just having a chat with Beth”

“A-are y-you”

“His fiancé? Yes, we are planning on getting married on my homeland during the summer, aren’t we daddy?”

(Y/n) started rubbing Rios back as she smiled at him, she was super excited for her wedding, he had given her complete control to do whatever she wanted, it was her big day and he knew better than to object to anything.

“Oh we have to show her something”

Rio reached for his pocket and (Y/n) looked over at Beth who was in the verge of a mental breakdown. Rio pulled out his three bullets that the doctor had pulled out from his body, (y/n) wanted to throw them away but he insisted in keeping them, reminding him how he cheated death. 

“Lung, spline, shoulder”

He put each one down in front of her. Beth had terrible aim and for once (y/n) was thankful that one of their rookies missed the shots. Beth stayed silent, taking in all the information, not only was he alive he also had a woman he was planning to marry, calling him “daddy” right in her face, she looked like she was straight out of a magazine and even thought she was kind to her that terrified her more, her entire life was crumbling in front of her. 

“Now I think you understand that you are in a bit of a jam, Christopher has agreed that I should decide your punishment since he wanted to kill you-”

“Don’t, do that. I’m sorry babydoll, she will learn”

Beth had tried to leave in the middle of (y/n)’s sentence, making Rio grab Beth by the arm and restrain her from doing so. (Y/n) stayed stoic and just watched the scene unravel, she knew Rio would never allow anyone to disrespect her. As Beth sat back down Rio smiled (y/n) before taking her hand once more and placing a kiss on her knuckles. (Y/n) reached for his face and caressed his cheek with her free hand making Beth sick to her stomach, he had never looked at her like that, with such admiration and love.

“It’s alright, I will let it pass this one time”

“Go on mama”

“I feel like it would be too easy to kill you, such an easy way out. So now you will work for me”

“What?”

Beth felt her stomach twist at the statement. Working with (y/n), having to do daily tasks for her, a woman she had no idea even existed an hour ago, now she had work under her and take orders from her directly, for a second she thought that death would be better. (Y/n) left Rio’s side for a second and took Beth by the shoulders, standing right behind her, Beth’s eyes fell on her shinny ring, that only felt like someone was rubbing salt over her wound, he had probably spend a fortune for it. (Y/n) leaned closer to Beth getting next to her ear and causing goosebumps on Beth’s body. 

“Think of it as an assistant or maybe help Rio with anything he needs but mostly you will be on call for anything I need. Since you wanted to outsmart Rio and spit where you eat, I need some help to plan the wedding and also take care of our business. What do you think darling?”

“I think it’s an excellent idea”

Rio was pleasantly surprised. (Y/n) was one of the most intelligent people he knew, bring Beth so close to her and making her work for their wedding even though she knew she had slept with him was a very cruel and mentally humiliating way to punish her. 

She truly was one of the greatest choices he had ever done, no one could compete with her, she held such power that made Rio feel like he could not only trust her but also submit to her, let her take the wheel and not having to worry about anything going wrong. As he watched her look over at Beth there was no comparison, (y/n) had such way of carrying herself, that je ne sais quoi as some would say, she was the embodiment of female divine energy. 

Rio knew that her leaving him all these times was a game of push and pull, making him work for her and a mental slap in the face, yet every time he ran to her like an obedient dog and begged for her to come back and take her spot as his queen in the palace, promised her and gave her everything she wished for, every ring was bigger and better than the one before. It wasn’t like he did it because she wanted it, he was the one that wanted to spoil her, give her everything under the sun, she deserved everything and he was for sure not going to hold back for his sweet little princess.

“And then when all of that is done… Rio can take care of you, I feel like it would bring bad luck to our household if we killed someone before the wedding”

“What do you wanna be when you grow up?”

Me:

slow and steady | hank voight

summary | jumping the gun won't do you any good, you know that - even if hank does need to remind you of it sometimes.

warnings | pwp, afab!reader - semi-public sex, cockwarming, dirty talk (little bits of degradation + dumbification if you squint)

wc | 0.6k

author's note | voight + degradation >>>>

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“I told you to stay still. Is that going to be a problem, baby?”

You shake your head adamantly, immediately stalling the desperate little rocks of your hips that had been just enough to quell the heat building in your lower stomach. Gripping onto Hank’s clothed shoulders, you glance at him pleadingly as you still your movements and start to slowly sink back down onto his cock.

The office chair creaks under the weight of you both as you settle back down onto his lap. It’s the only noise in the otherwise silent office, besides the scratching of his pen against the rich cardstock on the table and your low breathing. It had been hours since the rest of the team had departed, which you’re more than thankful for - because when you’d told Hank you wanted to wait with him whilst he finished his paperwork, this isn’t exactly what you’d envisioned.

The sheer fullness that washes over you is overwhelming. As wet as you are, the stretch is still noticeable and the angle means that he’s nestled impossibly deep inside of you. You keen softly and cuddle closer to him. With your face pressed into his neck, you can’t see Hank smile but by God do you know he is.

“Good, that’s good.” He says, his voice soft as he strokes your lower back tenderly. He feels the gooseflesh pebbling your skin and setting down his pen, places both hands on your back and starts to soothe his hands along your skin to warm you up. “Just a little longer and you’ll get what you want, I promise. Do you think you can wait a bit more, sweet thing?”

You nod and he smiles. He reaches up and pushes your hair out of your face to kiss you sweetly, shifting his hips ever so slightly and grinning against your lips when you gasp.

“Aw. Of course you can.” He dotes. He relaxes into the chair, gripping your hips as he looks you up and down slowly before locking his gaze back onto your flushed face. Reaching up, he cups your face gently and thumbs at your bottom lip for a beat before he speaks again with a mischievous look in his eyes. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? Anything at all if it meant you’d get what you want.”

You blush and tuck your face into his neck. He chuckles softly and cradles the back of your neck as he feels you tremble in his embrace.

“Don’t act shy, you know it’s the truth.” There’s no real malice in his words but it doesn’t stop a bolt of embarrassment from shooting down your spine that makes you shift slightly in his lap. He allows you that much, watching as your face flushes even more when you feel the head of his cock grind against your innermost places. He takes advantage of your sudden stillness and reaches out to caress your shaking form, cupping one of your bare breasts in his hand and thumbing at your pebbled nipple as you whine brokenly at the touch. “Poor little pet would do whatever I say if it meant you’d get my cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Don’t worry, baby.” He pets your hair softly. His hand drifts from your chest and down your body, soothing over your skin and stopping where your cunt is stretching around him. “You’ll get it soon. When you look this needy, I couldn’t really deny you.”

He pinches your throbbing clit cruelly, and he grins devilishly at you when you cry out. “Sure is fun to think about, though.”

Cairo Sunshine || Marc Spector x Reader

-> Rating: 18+

-> Word count: 2.3K

-> After arriving in Egypt, you and Marc sit in your underwear to ease the searing heat.

TW/CW: only slight religious imagery, but don’t read if you don’t like. Thigh riding. Just a whole load of gratuitous thigh riding. My attempt to be artsy. Dominant Marc vibes, use of the word “Sir” in a dom/sub sense.

Warmth radiates from the metal balcony railing beneath your elbows as you lean out into the dry Egyptian air. The streets of Cairo bustle underneath your feet, the smell of saffron and lamb kebabs drifting from busy restaurants and colorful Moroccan patterns worn by passers by catching your eye in the unrelenting brilliance of the intense daylight. It’s a world away from the monotonous grey of harsh, cold, brutalist London.

Sunlight kisses your skin, flooding your sticky skin with a relaxing warmth. The heat was so intense when you entered the hotel room after climbing three floors that you had stripped down to your mustard-colored lace underwear in an attempt to cool down. You exhale slowly, allowing yourself to feel the dopamine that sweeps through your system at the heat that you had been so sorely lacking in your apartment back home. It certainly wasn’t a holiday that you were here for, but for a moment you could convince yourself that you were here for relaxation.

Turning on your bare heel, you glance back into the hotel room to find Marc exactly where you had left him. He was sitting on the floor, the only place in the entire room that had the ability to cool him down, in only his tight boxers. Leaning his bare back against the frame of the bed, Marc’s legs are sprawled out as he balances a half-empty bottle of rum in his lap.

His body has a sheen of sweat, the tanned skin of his arms glistening under the sun as he raises the bottle to his lips. You love this look on him, the view not that far removed from how he looked when you’d had a particularly rough round of sex. Damp curls fall against his forehead and into his eyes, a faint red-brown flush burning against his cheeks.

The view of his body isn’t so much what catches your undivided attention, however. It’s the way he stares at you. Lazy, hooded eyes partly concealed the smoldering gaze that traced the slopes of your body. You can see him blink slowly in the bright sunlight, not once taking those coffee iris’ away from the stunning view in front of him. He’s almost drinking you in, relishing the way the yellow lace hugs your curves and accentuates your beauty more than the spice of the rum that coats his tongue. You’re far more addictive.

Unable to help yourself, you feel the corner of your lips tug up under his gaze as you return his scrutiny with your own. You pass your observance over his face, taking in the little details there that you loved so much. Sure, you adored his eyes and the way they undressed you in the dark, his nose for its ability to brush against your clit when he ate you out, and the incredible prowess of his tongue and the way it would help you see stars on cloudy nights. However, you also had a deep admiration for the more subtle intricacies of his profile.

Marc had a delicate, raised scar that ran through his lower eyelid under his right eye. The delicate, pale reparative tissue would shine silver under the moonlight, like Khonsu’s very own signature brand. It wasn’t the only blemish that Marc carried. He had two pockmarks, one on his cheek just above his smile line and the other on his chin, both from childhood. Above his right eyebrow was a soft, brown freckle. It was often the target of your affections, as you would press a gentle kiss against it in the morning on the rare occasion you awoke together. Finally, you loved the creases in the corners of his eyes, crevices in the delicate skin, residue from years of laughter.

Pushing yourself from the balcony, you find your legs carrying you across the cool, tiled flooring to bridge the gap between you. Marc’s dilated pupils, blown wide from the alcohol he had consumed, follow your form with that same heady gaze that devoured you. When you reach his feet, you slowly sink to your knees. Marc was in servitude to a true Egyptian deity, but fuck you would bow to him in supplication as though Marc was your one true God. No one performed miracles with their fingers the way he could, no being could make you believe the way he did or could pull prayers from your lungs as often as he.

The idol that you deemed a divine being simply watched silently as you crawled up the length of his body until you were settling your hips against his thighs. They’re shiny with a sheen of sweat under the blistering Egyptian heat, accentuating his muscular quads residing beneath the tanned expanse of his skin. Thick and strong, you settled the weight of your body against his femur.

Digging your teeth into the soft flesh of your lips, you brush strands of your hair from where they cling to your forehead as you observe his expression- or lack thereof. He’s completely monotonous, something you have become used to. Marc had a habit of maintaining a relatively dominant personality in the bedroom, the only thing he felt he still had control over under his contracted role with Khonsu. He relished in being able to lose himself to you while having full jurisdiction.

“What are you doing?” He murmurs, his voice low and thick after using it for the first time since you had arrived. The timbre settles deep in the pits of your abdomen, curling hot and sweet against the base of your spine. You can smell the rum on his breath, syrupy and bold with the tang of his own sweat. You’ve not drunk any, but you’re already intoxicated.

“I’m going for a ride,” you whisper, voice lilting with a flirtatious tone because you know he likes it. Experimentally, you lightly graze your clothed cunt over the flesh of his thigh. You need his approval, his permission to go further. You know he won’t give it verbally, so you keep your eyes glued to his expression for any sign of acceptance.

Achingly slowly, Marc raises the bottle of rum to his mouth and takes another swig of the liquid that wets his lips. He keeps his eyes settled on you as he drinks the strong alcohol down as though it’s water, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows it down. When satiated, he sets the bottle down on the tiles beside him. It’s only a quarter full now.

Marc settles back into the frame of the bed, raising his elbows so they rest upon the mattress behind him. His hands dangle from the wrist, suspended in the air as he looks at you pointedly as if to say ‘well?’. You don’t waste his time. Immediately your hips drag hot and heavy against his glistening thigh, a soft sigh of relief escaping your lungs as you feel the friction against your clit.

Your palms settle on Marc’s slick pecs, whining softly as the gentle friction indulges in the ache that had settled between your thighs, but only slightly. You’re easing into it, starting off slow. Never would you dream of rushing something like this with Marc. You wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. Every single time.

Sinking your teeth into the flesh of your lip, you focus more on the pressure of your cunt against Marc’s thigh. With each drag of your clit, you feel your breathing get a little heavier, sweat beading at your temples.

“Look at you, Pretty Thing,” Marc’s accent drawls slightly, the heat lacing his tone with a laziness that’s far too suggestive for you to ignore. You whimper for him, needing to feel his hands on you, but you know Marc won’t give into you that easily. No, he keeps his elbows rooted to the bed, forcing you to do all the work as he enjoys the view.

Perhaps it was the way your clit rolled so perfectly against his thigh, catching the seam of your panties to add an extra layer of friction, but you swore he’d never looked so sexy. Beads of sweat run down Marc’s neck, following the line of his jugular and looking in the concave of his clavicle. His gold-plated Star of Davis necklace rests delicately in the juncture of his collar bones, glinting in the sunlight. His lips, usually chapped from the way Steven would anxiously chew on them, were moist from the rum he had been nursing. They looked so kissable-

“Marc, please,” you beg softly, the pace of your shifting hips increasing of their own accord. Your hands move from his shoulders, settling just under the coupling where his leg met his hip in an attempt to gain a better grip. His skin is slippery, hands sliding despite the grip of your fingers due to the humidity building in the room.

“Ask nicely,” he’s not patronizing you, he expects that at the very least. His eyes are expectant while he waits for your lips to form around the word, the pleasure beginning to pool between your thighs making it harder for the command from your brain to bridge the synapses in order to speak.

“Plea-“ you’re cut off by an involuntary gasp that is punched from your lungs as a tendril of white-hot pleasure wraps itself around the base of your spine. “Please, please Sir,” you address him by the name you know he loves, “Please touch me, Sir.”

Slowly, he slips his elbows from the mattress behind him so they fall by his sides, calloused knuckles scarred from years of brutal mercenary work brushing up the outside of your thighs with such a delicate touch you’d be forgiven for thinking they’d never experienced such violence. You can’t help the lewd moan that works its way up your throat at the knowledge that he was only this gentle with you. Only ever you. You you you.

Fuck, and then he’s adding to your pleasure all at once. His quads purposely flex as you pull your hips upwards against the skin, towards his pelvis, and ease again when you pull your hips back. He’s got the timing perfect, much better at reading the wants and needs of your body than you could even understand it yourself. His palms are skating your waist, fingertips tracing each of your ribs like harp strings and the whimpers he produces from you are the most rousing melody.

See, Marc had never had to touch you in your erogenous zones. Around him, you never had any. Everywhere he touched was arousing in the most spectacular way, whether that be holding your elbow as he guided you through crowds, or the fine touch of his fingerprint against your forehead when he cleaned a wound from walking into the kitchen cupboard at that tiny flat back in London. Any contact with Marc, big or small, caused your body to react to him.

“Sir- Oh-,” you’re stumbling over your words as his thumbs brush over your nipples through the lace of your underwear. Goosebumps litter your skin despite the scorching heat.

“Pretty Thing,” he muses, looking up at you with that same intense gaze that made your insides melt, “You like that, don’t you.” It’s not so much of a question as it is a statement, a simple observation of the way your body answers the question for him.

“Just like that, pleasesirjustlikethat,” you ramble weakly, hazy eyes glancing down to see your release having seeped through the thin fabric of your panties and painted a slick trail against his thigh. At any other moment, you’d be embarrassed by just how intensely your body reacted to him, but you were too far gone at the precipice of an orgasm that Marc was doing barely anything to draw from you.

“Are you going to cum, Pretty Thing?” He questions you, voice low but with a grit to it that you only really hear when he’s turned on. You mean to nod, but it’s like your brain's receptors have been switched or tangled because you shake your head weakly, jaw slack and lips parted in bliss as your orgasm builds. No matter, Marc doesn’t need verbal confirmation anyway.

His hand reaches up at the speed of light, taking ahold of your throat in a grip you know will leave bruises as he pulls you down so your lips meet his own. That’s all you need, the plush flesh of his lips pressed against the raw, chewed skin of your own as his tongue traces the remnants of the buttery, creamy flavor of run against your tastebuds.

It obliterates you. You cum with a desperate cry of his name, cunt spasming around nothing as it rips searing plasma through your veins. Your skin buzzed with energy, your back arching backwards as your hips stutter to a halt but Marc’s grabbing your hips with his free hand and continues to guide your hips along his tensed thigh and it’s so much. So much and so good-

The relief that floods you is immediate, but so is the heat as you collapse against Marc’s chest with a broken whimper. It’s disgusting, you’re both dripping with sweat and it’s just so hot in this room but with the afterglow of your orgasm, it’s hard to find it in yourself to complain about the way your flesh sticks to his as you lay there in his arms.

Wordlessly, Marc reaches to the side and collects the rum bottle once more. You hear the glass drag against the tiling of the floor as he picks it up, the liquid sloshing inside of it as he raises it to his lips and continues to drink in the quiet of the hotel room, the only sounds he can hear being your heavy breath and the bustling streets as he basks in the dying light of the Cairo sunshine.

END

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“These girls have to deal with men in their lives everyday who they don’t listen to them, they don’t ask them what they want. They don’t even ask them what they want…”  (Donald Glover in Magic Mike XXL (2015), directed by Gregory Jacobs)

One kind of intern

(A/N): This was requested by @greenslifestuff :) It took me a week or two because I had to interact with my friends in order to get the inspiration I needed 😅 Summary: The team gets to work with a gen z teenager. Let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Swearing and gen z humour

Wordcount: 2k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Team, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She will be interning for the upcoming three months alongside this team. (Y/N), these are Agents Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid and our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia”, Hotch introduces a teenage girl to his team like this happens every day.

“Wait Hotch, we don’t get interns. What is she going to do, no offense, but getting us coffee or what?” Morgan eyes her suspiciously. She looks like any teenager grabbed from the street. A band t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans and a cup from starbucks in her hands. Nothing you would expect to even enter a federal building.

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results). 

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His Favorite

Day 23:  Thigh riding (Poe Dameron x F!Reader)

(For the 2021 Kinktober event offered by @beeschaos and @withlove-sid.  The original post and calendar/list can be found here.)  

CW:  Smut (thigh riding, as the title implies); 18+ only.

Word Count:  4190

AN:  This is very late - apologies!  Tide and time wait for no overly ambitious kinktober schedule.

The hangar is mostly dark:  only a pool of light remains in your mechanic bay.  The Resistance mostly runs on cobbled-together ships and a lot of prayers to whatever deities oversee the star system you’re currently hiding in.  But you make the best of it, and you take pride in your work.  You’ve never had a single ship – freighter or X-wing or otherwise – fail mechanically on your watch.

Tonight’s fun project?  Fixing Poe Dameron’s X-wing.  The Resistance might as well assign a dedicated mechanic to Dameron’s ships because he tends to fly them rough, land them hard, and then demand they work flawlessly for the next mission.

The man is a certified pain in the ass.

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In love with this gif

condemnation in disguise.

premise: no matter how many times the two of you do this, how many times you tear each other down and build each other back up, your heart still aches for him.

pairing: marc spector x (f)reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: steven is present/implied, dark undertones, toxic relationship, volatile arguments, breaking things, anger issues, unprotected rough sex, biting, scratching, hair pulling, pain kink, blood and wound mention, smoking and drinking, pov change at the end. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

etc: please take the ‘toxic relationship’ warning seriously besties lmao. i’ve officially entered my unhinged thirst era, marc owns my coochie and steven owns my heart, end of discussion.

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The thumping of your heart has yet to subside; the organ jack hammering inside of your chest cavity like a caged animal trying to escape, your rib cage feeling bruised from the deep thudding. The adrenaline in your body doing the opposite, settling itself the more you puff on the cigarette between your fingers, the more the hot breeze coming through the curtains hits your already flaming flesh as you sit in front of the window on one of the flimsy hotel chairs.

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pairing: hank voight x reader

summary: hank is late for your date due to a case so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 0.8k

requested by anon

note: ok this was cute. thank you for requesting! :)

hank was supposed to meet you an hour ago.

you left him two calls and three texts asking where he was at with no response. so now, you sat at the precinct awaiting his arrival and you watched as the time went by.

your reservation that you booked for the two of you, per his pleading when he realized he wouldn’t have time to call at lunch, was now expiring.

you couldn’t help but pout while you tapped one of your heels on the tile floor. unfortunately, you had a feeling you probably looked like one of those girls while you sat in a chair at the front.

your black coat was wrapped around the crimson red dress that you wore. and you had on a shade of lipstick with mascara that coated your long eyelashes perfectly.

you were never one to need the false eyelashes and hank loved the natural beauty about you that you were blessed with.

he couldn’t believe half the time that you were his when he laid awake at night with you on the other side of his bed. lately, he was stuck at work with awfully long cases.

finally though, he was done for the night and was about to make it back to the precinct with his intelligence team. as you waited for him to return, you looked around and watched the people that walked by.

you felt especially bad for the sergeant standing at the desk and dealing with the people who wouldn’t stop houndering her.

it was that time of the evening where it was leading into the night and crazies were starting to come out and appear.

you could see trudy platt, you knew her name thanks to hank who talked about the people he worked with, dealing with the fools who wouldn’t stop yelling at her to help them out.

you rolled your eyes at their tones and checked your phone once more. you had two texts, one from your best friend sylvie who was a paramedic at the fifty-one fire house.

and also another from your friend over at med, maggie. it was funny that you knew these women who hank saw once in a while due to work.

nobody knew that you two were dating though. you’ve kept it under lock and key for quite a bit but once you saw hank walk through the front door you stood up and walked over to him.

hank didn’t notice you at first, he was still talking to jay about the paperwork the team would have to fill out once they got upstairs.

adam’s eyes widened at the sight of you. “woah who is this?” he smirked.

only once in a while did he see an attractive woman like you and he was about to make a move on you. that was until you stood right in front of his boss, hank voight.

“babe. i’ve been calling you.” you spoke up. your boyfriend turned away from jay to see your beautiful self standing there and he couldn’t help but swallow and glance at you up and down.

he still didn’t understand what you saw in him but was thankful everyday for you and the love you had for him.

“i’m sorry sweet girl, i was caught up with work and there was a-” he started to say but you shushed him immediately when you put your lips on his.

his hanks wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. it was like you were fighting for dominance with the way you were kissing him, but in all honesty hank just missed you today that bad.

the office immediately quieted. you smiled at the thought and trudy was practically high-fiving you for quieting the stupid people and for snatching up their boss for your own.

she glared at the man standing in front of her desk for good measure and he gawked at her before turning away.

your hands went around hank’s neck and you pulled him even closer and the team was watching the whole interaction with gasps and pointing.

well the only one that pointed was adam, at the disbelief he was seeing and hailey pushed his hand down. “wow go hank.” antonio smirked and jay grinned.

you finally pulled away from him and tried to subtly gasp for air. hank smirked at the sudden thought and couldn’t help himself. “wow if you always kiss me like that then maybe i’ll be late more often.”

you glared at him and he laughed. “relax baby, i'm just kidding.”

he turned towards the team and they all had smart-ass smiles at the sight of their boss lip locking with a woman in the precinct. antonio put up his arms and gestured to the door.

“go and take your woman out. don’t wait up. we’ll do the paperwork.” hank thanked him and walked out, dreading the questions he knew people would be asking in the morning.

hank couldn’t help but smile in that moment with you in his arms. after you made it outside, he opened the car door for you to take you out to that dinner he owed you.

Elena's Tips on how to show that woman you're into her:

1) shoot at her so she can trace your bullet and get your name and entire dossier and eventually have a conversion with you. This is a first date.

2) hold someone hostage with a bomb tied to them and make the code something deeply personal to her. This let's her know you remember the little things, like the name of her mother's killer.

3) break into her vehicle and put a change of clothes in the trunk so she'll have to bring you clothes. This is domestic. Shows you're ready for commitment.

4) frame her husband. Just frame her husband.

5) make her husband divorce her. this is a cute way to show you're jealous of him.

6) okay, offer to clear her husband's name. You don't like to see her sad. This shows you care.

I'm seated Ms. Federova. Continue.

“come outside with that shield, john... ain’t nobody finna jump you!”

guide 4 teens

tell the cops nothing

tell the paramedics everything

ur eyebrows are fine

Voight: And that concludes our plan for the search.

Jay: Alright, Mouse, you’re up.

Mouse, walking to the front of the group: Now, let’s see how much you guys were paying attention.

[Kahoot music starts playing]