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[lesbianjackies]

I was wondering, since you're willing to analyze and play around in the Even More Taboo space with Yellowjackets, did you also see anything with Callie and Lottie? I thought they were a really interesting duo in the ways they were playing classic girl corrupted by more evil girl she has a crush on tropes (the sleepover, the shoplifting) while also being a way for Callie to be close to a facsimile of her mom

oh yeahhhh i think something is going on there. i think callie 100% had a milf crush on lottie and i think lottie is weird about callie in a similar way she was weird about wilderness baby and i think she is definitely projecting her relationship with shauna onto callie at least to an extent. i don’t necessarily think that like. lottie has a romantic/sexual thing for callie? i kind of just think a lot of lottie’s weirdness comes from a place that’s less sexual and more spiritual, if that makes sense. i think shauna is a sexually unhealthy person and doesn’t let herself realize she’s pushing boundaries when she exhibits sexual behaviors and i think lottie knows certain boundaries are there but is willing to push them if it gets her closer to the wilderness. i think she’s behaving toxically and that the power dynamics are fucked and lottie is grooming her for the purpose of connecting with shauna and the wilderness but i don’t think her feelings or intentions are romantic or sexual. i think they’re like… weirder and more complicated than that 😭

[technicolordazzz]

Omfg I'm gonna puke I'm seriously so uncomfortable with how lottie is with callie, the whole "we both know it's more than that" i literally gagged out loud

"Describe yourself without shame or embarassment" SO A CALLIE WHOS COOL WITH VIOLATING MORAL CONVENTION OF VARIOUS KINDS

Also lottie and callie both leaving before breakfast at the same time i literally thought "in anything other show there would be a sneaking off to gave a quickie joke here" with the looks and the teasing and shit etqeen the two, like i can't stop thinking how much of a groomer lottie is acting here

Which is conflicting because I would give up so much to be in callie's shoes and turn the whole thing into a smut romance but watching it as a viewer makes me viscerally uncomfortable

i feel so bad for coach and misty (though i was so proud of her for at least starting to realize that she deserves better than her shitty teammates), but Shauna almost beating lottie again was near orgasmic I hope she beats her again but like lottie comes out on top or something that'd be a wild way to kill Shauna

[farleyparley]

happy father’s day to Hosea Matthews.

also a happy father’s day to pre-rdr2 Dutch Van Der Linde.

[alizera62quartz]

"A Sweet PinkPastel Clown Jester meets Lonely Blue Ghost Groom"

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[ljf613]

If there's one thing I've learnt from this week's episode of Found, it's that there is something we are missing about "Sir's" character (and I need to know what it is).

[lucythornwalter]

TIL there are antis in the fucking Frankenstein fandom

[justarandomgirly]

Alec was the most beautiful groom

[tkachuktkaching]

Chucky's in the house 🏀

[oldtimesnew]

Tenax 1988

Ashley Richardson and Jill Goodacre, top

Mary Matthews and Frederique van der Wal, bottom

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[errriiie]

Pre-Crash!Lottie Matthews NSFW Alphabet

cause being so majestic and sexy at the same time it's a crime. minors DNI !!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Charlotte is a gentle and thrifty person by nature, even if she has lived her entire life through the prism of her father's wealth and luxury. When you are both finished, she feels obliged to caress you. Massage your shoulders and back, stroke your head and brush your hair, kiss your face? She's happy to lift your spirits and please you with tenderness. She enjoys cooing after the connection you have shared, and she feels inspired and energized. B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) Lottie likes your chest - not in a sexual way, really, although during sex she can't stop watching your boobs bounce with your intense movements. She likes your chest as something to lean against when she's catching her breath, and to hear your heartbeat pounding fast. It grounds her. After years of being coldly treated by her parents, she needs to feel like there's someone alive, someone warm, and that someone loves her. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) Lottie likes to cum in your mouth. She likes to hold your head close to her, but not to squeeze your hair. She gets wild satisfaction when your mouth is so close to hers during climax, and you are able to take every drop of her juices inside you. Even better if you swallow it. She can do it back, although she doesn't like it as much. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Lottie likes body hair, especially your private parts. She doesn't quite want to admit it to you (there's still a stigma attached to not shaving in the 90s), but she does like to nuzzle your hairy pussy and find it extremely soft and pleasant, just like stroking your legs and kissing your happy trail. Her family has always pressured her to maintain a certain appearance, to look neat and proper, and perhaps wanting to see it natural is one form of rebellion against her parents' rules. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Lottie was nervous at the very beginning. She was a virgin before you, and was in no hurry to open up to anyone about anything, including sex, even if she knew about masturbation and often did it to herself. With your support, she quickly cleaned up and happily remembers what you like more or less. She is always surprised when she finds something new and especially pleasant for herself. F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) Sorry, but she's a sucker for licking (lol). She loves to get on the bed and have you between her legs, or vice versa, get between yours and start working her tongue magic on you. Praise included. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) I think Lottie is quite serious. She is quite sensitive not only to sex but also to your intimacy - this is how she shows that it is important to her. She does not want to ruin your moment with jokes or inappropriate humor, and she prefers kisses and languid glances to ringing laughter, although she is ready to exchange smiles. H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Lottie has to shave her legs, arms and armpits - she doesn't like it, but it is required of her. She also, strangely for her, keeps her pubic area in relative order - she doesn't shave, but she trims the hair to a short length. She really doesn't want you to shave. Returning to her dirty secret, it excites her, and every time you shave you can see her sad doe eyes and this disappointment.

"I thought we agreed that you don't shave anymore!" Lottie snorts, looking away with her brown doelike eyes so as not to look at your naked body. You look puzzled, and a slight feeling of guilt overwhelms you. "Lottie, I just felt uncomfortable. Everything was prickly and crawling through my panties… You shave yourself, by the way." You try to protect your honor. She looks at you seriously, like that part of her has been wanting you to guess the secret she can't admit for a long time. "Next time I'll cut your hair myself, okay? In your girlfriend's name, I… I forbid you to shave from this day forward." She says awkwardly and awkwardly, and you can't help but smile. She's definitely hiding something from you, and you're determined to figure out how it relates to your pubic area.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.) Lottie is quite romantic. She is a supporter of more gentle and slow sex, where you can both enjoy each other, dissolving in the moment, but sometimes she has a desire to dominate you and be more strict. Usually this happens after she is upset with you in some way or after a quarrel where you have already made up, but the sediment still remains. In this way, she basically punishes you. Not that you would mind! J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon) Lottie masturbated quite often before you started having sex. Her parents were always away working on their business, and there was often nothing to do in the huge mansion, and then she began to explore her body. She learned long ago to masturbate the way she liked, and she loves this activity, although with the appearance of you in her life she began to need direct sex more than jerking off. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Sorry, Mommy? Praise. Praise is Lottie's biggest kink. She enjoys praising you and receiving praise equally. She wants to show you how much she appreciates you, and at the same time, she wants to prove that you think she's a good and worthy girlfriend for you, even with all her problems. Your praise immediately makes her panties get wet and her body seems to reorganize, making her cum faster. L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) I think Lottie is usually pretty traditional about where to have sex with you - a bed or a couch is fine with her. Sometimes she catches herself thinking that sex in the woods would be nice. She doesn't understand where she gets such desires from and tries not to ask herself questions. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Your offer to have sex and playful hands in the most sensitive places may be enough, but she really likes it when you prepare for sex. She likes buying you expensive lingerie and knowing that you specially put it on under your clothes to please her. She loves lace and the thought that you prepared for her is the best motivation in itself. N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Physical pain. She doesn't like the idea of ​​hitting you or choking you, and is skeptical and wary of it. She may spank you if you're being naughty, but even that will be fake. She's much more into worshiping your body. She also doesn't usually comment on you in a negative or degrading way, although she might if it comes to frustrated sex. This usually doesn't happen, but maybe you'd like to see it more often. O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) I am of the firm opinion that Lottie prefers to give cunnilingus a little more than any other practitioner. I don't know why, but I believe in her oral fixation, so rest assured that she is ready to give you her mouth any time you want it, but Lottie is also ready and enjoys asking you to do the same. As mentioned earlier, being a quick learner is one of Charlotte's best skills, and she is very experienced with you indeed. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Lottie really does like to take things slow. She's not the most patient person outside the bedroom - but with you she likes to stretch things out. She's used to being able to get whatever she wants with a snap of her fingers, and she likes to push her boundaries with long foreplay, even if she really wants to get down to business.

Sometimes, though, she'll have a bad day or a bad thought, and if you're having sex, she really can take things a little less gently and a little more roughly, focusing more on her own pleasure.

"That's it, baby? Do you like the way I fuck you?" her fingers were deep inside you, while Lottie was rubbing her pussy against your bent knee. You couldn't utter a word - Lottie always caught you off guard with her bad mood. "Y-yes, please, Lots, more…" you whisper absentmindedly, taking Lottie inside you. Lottie smirks before deliberately pulling her fingers out of you to your utterly disappointed sigh and shoving them into your mouth. "Do you deserve it?" she asks with narrowed eyes. "Be a good girl for me and then maybe I'll help you cum."

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Given her behavior towards you, Lottie rarely agrees to quick sex, and it is difficult for her to do so. She would rather endure and then spend quality time together than do everything quickly, but as she likes to say, "heartlessly." R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Lottie is not shy about being critical. She is willing to consider any suggestions you make, but if she thinks they just don't sound right, she is unlikely to agree. You have often complained about this, but if Lottie doesn't want to, she won't do it.

However, if you suggest something really small and do it during the process, rather than beforehand, she may be more willing to agree, seeing something in practice.

"See, Lottie? It's easy and simple, it doesn't hurt me at all." You whisper to your lover, while she carefully watches you drip wax from the special massage candles you begged her to buy you a while ago onto your hand. "And… Do you like it?" she asks uncertainly, looking confused. Lottie can't quite figure out what she thinks about what's going on yet, but the thought of dripping warm wax on you like you're something holy and precious twists her lower stomach into knots.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Because Lottie is so thrifty with you, she can really last a long time, saving her energy every time. She has a long endurance and above average sensitivity, so she really gets a lot of pleasure from spending more than an hour in bed. T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Lottie doesn't own any toys herself - the fear that her parents will somehow find out about them is too strong - but she's always wanted to try something new and she secretly (or not so secretly) wants to try a vibrator on you. U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) Depends on her mood. She can tease for a really long time if she's feeling playful - though she'll usually cut you some slack and get down to business. She just likes to watch you squirm and beg her to move on from foreplay to something more interesting. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) I am of the opinion that Lottie is very reserved in her sounds, wherever she is. Even at the peak of pleasure, she will only moan softly through her own palm. You might think that Lottie is simply shy, but she is actually just not noisy. W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character) It was one of your first times together, and things were already going much better than they had been at first. You were getting to know each other's bodies and actually enjoying each other physically.

Lottie pushed you onto the bed, acting a little unusual. It wasn't gentle, but rather bold and arousing. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of surprise, until she whispered in your ear.

"What's with that look? Mommy's just in a good mood." She said, and then froze. You couldn't help but laugh, both embarrassed that Lottie had suddenly decided to call herself "Mommy." "I…I didn't…I didn't mean it like that, I was just thinking about it, but I didn't…"

You couldn't help but laugh, and Lottie frowned, looking frustrated and angry. She grabbed her clothes and sat on the edge of the bed like a startled fawn. You quickly sit down with Lottie, intending to reassure her.

"Lottie, it's… it's okay, really. It's okay if you've been thinking about it. Thoughts sometimes spill out into speech." You try to sound casual and reassuring, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I haven't felt any worse about you. We can try this if…"

Lottie looks at you with a piercing gaze before becoming embarrassed. "No! You don't have to do this for me. I need to… think. It really was an accident." She justifies herself quietly. The two of you sit together for about ten more minutes before Lottie tries to let go, trust you, and continue.

This is how Charlotte learned she had a mommy kink. X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) What kind of body do you expect to see in a top-notch soccer player? Tall, toned, everything you find beautiful and hot. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Average, if you can call it that. Once or twice a week is enough for her, although sometimes she might get a surge of feelings for you and want to do it again. Or twice. We can't blame a girl for how much she loves you and wants to be around you. Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) Lottie is the type who feels uplifted and in a better mood after sex. Sharing intimate contact together makes her feel loved, wanted, and fulfilled, which is very important to her. She needs at least a couple of hours of wakefulness before she can sleep, so the two of you shouldn't have sex at night.

[wheelsnipecelebrini]

"He's like, How much do you make? I go, Enough."

"Tkachuk chirped me this year. He's like 'You're gonna be my pool guy when you retire."

[augustjoy]

Controlled Chaos: Polaroids

Based on the following ask: This is my first time request here and I’m a little nervous😅so I hope I made the idea understandable. I don't know if you've ever seen this trend on TikTok where on the wedding day the bridesmaids give the groom Polaroids of the bride that are like her in lingerie and things like that, and he finally gets all nervous and somewhat smiling and puts them away in his suit after seeing them🥹 You could write something like this with Aaron as he marries the reader and maybe the reader's friends or the BAU girls give him Polaroids of the reader in lingerie, nothing too relevant but something that makes him nervous ☺️ I hope I have explained myself well, if not I am sorry, also take this only if you feel comfortable, if not you have every right to ignore it, I love your work, you are an amazing writer!🩵- I love this idea!!! It’s not a tiktok trend in this fic. I wanted the reader to have her own friends in this (outside of the BAU), This is the type of gown1 gown2 I envisioned and here are some inspo pics for what Aaron received: 1  2  3  4  5  6  for the vows – reader’s are bolded and Aaron’s are italicized

Aaron Hotchner x Wife! Fem Reader

Fluff/ Smut adjacent

Word count: 2510

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (non-specified), some explicit language, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description, wedding and all wedding things, mention of inappropriate photos (boudoir photos), mention of Hotch’s mom (she’s awesome in this lol), OC’s Claire, Daisy, and Victoria (reader’s friends and bridesmaids) and Matthew who is Victoria’s husband, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

The idea had come from your closest friend. She had done a boudoir photoshoot and made up an album for her husband on their anniversary. You were about five weeks away from the wedding, having a lunch with the bridesmaids and it had all spiraled so fast.

“Guys look at these photos I had taken!” Victoria pushed her phone in your direction, showing off a particularly racy photo of herself.

“Damn girl you look hot, what are these for?” Claire asked.

“So, Matthew’s birthday was last week, and I wanted to do something special for him. My sister had told me about this boudoir photographer, and I thought it would be nice to put a little album together for him.” Victoria explained.

“Oh my god…what did he say?” You blushed.

“He was practically drooling.” Victoria laughed.

“You should do that for Aaron!” Daisy nudged your arm suggestively.

“What? I mean, I would, but when would I even give it to him?” You questioned.

“Well, you don’t have to make it into an album! You could just get prints made.” Victoria clarified.

“I’m not sure I’d want like 5x7 boudoir photos of me just around…” You contemplated.

“Oh my gosh! What about polaroids? You could do polaroids and give them to him like one at a time!” Claire gushed.

“Imagine if you gave them to him at the wedding!” Daisy laughed.

“Even better, if we gave them to him!” Claire added.

“You guys are geniuses!” Victoria exclaimed. “You should get the photos taken as polaroids, and you could get the digitals too in case you wanted to make an album of them later, but throughout the reception, imagine if we walked up to Aaron and subtly handed him the pictures of you!”

“Well…I don’t know. He’d definitely be flustered.” You thought about it for a moment. “You know what, let’s do it!”

--

That day the girls took you to a lingerie store to pick up some of your wedding night and honeymoon pieces that you would also wear for the photoshoot.

You had found some pieces that you knew would work under your dress and you were feeling pretty good with everything you had gotten for the honeymoon as well. Some teddies and bodysuits as well as some simpler pieces to sleep in, should you need it, and lastly some swimsuits.

Victoria also reached out to the photographer to see if she had availability within the next few weeks and thankfully she did, the week before the wedding.

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Time had flown by; your wedding day was finally here, and you couldn’t have been more excited about marrying Aaron.

You had woken up early and had breakfast with your bridesmaids and immediate female relatives. You’d all decided you’d get ready together before heading to the wedding venue.

Makeup and hair was done, dresses were steamed, mimosas were sipped, getting ready photos were taken. The time was finally here…in just a few moments, you’d be walking down the aisle to marry the love of your life.

The girls had helped you into your dress and all gushed over how beautiful you were. They’d stuffed their pockets (because dresses with pockets are so much better) with tissues, lipstick, and the polaroids. Excited to see how Aaron would react.

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Aaron had cried as you made your way to him, proudly shedding tears that were formed of the love he held for you. Once you stepped up beside him you leaned across and wiped a tear from his cheek which he paid back with a kiss to your palm.

The ceremony wasn’t too long, but the two of you had been adamant of writing your own vows, which arguably was the highlight of the entire day.

My life before you had been on autopilot, just running through the motions of the day to day. You have brought this air of light and spontaneity and just the slightest bit of controlled chaos into my world and I am so grateful for you. So, I want to make a few promises to you as we stand here today in front of our loved ones. I promise to love you in every moment, to embrace the chaos, to enjoy the big moments and cherish the small moments. I promise to give you my all, and sweetheart I will offer advice when words are needed and offer my shoulder when they’re not. You have my heart for always. I love you.

Aaron, I believe that we were destined to find one another. Early on in our relationship, I told you that the story of our lives was written in the stars and if our time together has told me anything, its that it is. You and I always find balance with one another, when I have my head in the clouds, you are there to ground me, when you are buried with work, I’m there with the shovel. People say that relationships are fifty/fifty but with us, we always give our best if I can give thirty percent, you don’t hesitate to give seventy percent…like I said, balance. So, my promises to you, when things get dark, I will bring you light, I will do my best to keep my chaos controlled, I will ensure you feel heard when you speak. Aaron I will have your back when someone challenges you, and I will call you out if you’re wrong. Most importantly I will love you with all of me, for always. I love you.

You both cried through your vows, allowing yourselves to feel and embrace the vulnerability of the love you have built and continued to share over the last few years. Your loved ones cheered as you kissed for the first time as husband and wife, the sound all a haze, fogged by the bliss you were feeling.

Aaron and you went off to take some photos before the reception began. Some alone and some with family as well as the wedding party. Your bridesmaids giggling for what’s to come as you finished up with the photographer.

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The girls had established a plan for how they’d give Aaron the photos throughout the evening. They wanted to do it in the most awkward possible of moments, and while he was away from you if possible…it needed to be done subtly to avoid others seeing the photos. There were seven photos in total, each bridesmaid would give Aaron two throughout the evening and you’d give him the last one…which was the most risqué.

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Photo #1

Daisy had the first photo, one that wasn’t too revealing, but it was sexy, nonetheless. In it, you were wearing a lace set with your robe hanging behind you as you let it slip off. The photo was taken from behind as you gaze out a window, revealing the high cut of the lace panties.

She had been the most diabolical of your three bridesmaids, opting for the most awkward of times to hand the photos to Aaron. For this first one, Daisy walked with confidence to wear Aaron stood, having a drink with your father. She slid her hand into his, pulling it up and animatedly thanked him.

“You have made her so happy, and I am just so glad she has you.” Daisy released his hand, leaving behind the small polaroid before sending him a wink and sauntering off towards where you stood with your grandmother.

Aaron was confused at first…worrying that Daisy might be coming on to him, but that fear dissipated and was quickly replaced with a nervous chuckle and a burning heat that crept up his neck as he viewed the photo.

His eyes shot over to where you stood, completely unfazed, paying him no mind. He looked back to your father and uncomfortably cleared his throat, sliding the photo into the interior chest pocket of his jacket.

“You alright there Aaron?” Your father had asked.

To which Aaron replied with a curt nod.

--

Photo #2

Victoria had the second photo. She had been a little more forgiving with the times she chose to pass them off to him.

You had just stepped away from your table to greet one of your cousins when she walked over to where Aaron was now seated alone. She hadn’t said a word as she slid the photo under his fingers where they rested on the table.

“What are you-” He was cut off as Victoria walked away without a word.

He had more privacy to really view this one, so he flipped it over and once again instantly became flushed. You were in a lace bodysuit leaning face-down, over the edge of the bed, back arched and bent legs, your feet up and pointed. The way the light was hitting you in the image was breathtaking and Aaron couldn’t help the tightness that formed in his slacks.

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Photo #3

The third photo was given to Aaron in between speeches. Dave, his best man had just finished his and Claire had slipped him the photo before stepping up to give her speech.

This one had taken Aaron by surprise, not only the timing but the content. You were lying on your stomach, head seemingly propped up on your hands, once again with your feet up…only this time it was taken from behind. Your body was covered in nothing but your veil and the only thing that covered your naked bottom were your heel-clad feet. The angle had been just right to allow your raised feet to align with where you were clearly naked.

Aaron admired the photo for a moment before tucking it into his pocket with the others. Leaning in close to whisper in your ear.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?” You feigned innocence.

Aaron shook his head and prepared himself for what was to come.

--

Photo #4

This was the first of the more racy photos you’d taken, and Daisy couldn’t wait to give it to Aaron at the worst possible time…like now for instance while he’s chatting with his entire team.

“Aaron!” She called, rushing over to him. “We’re going to do some makeup and hair touchups before you guys dance.”

“Okay, does she need me?” Aaron asked…always the gentleman, putting you first.

“I think she’s good. We’ll be back in a few.” Daisy said nudging his hand with the photo.

She ran off toward you and the other girls to go refresh before your first dance. This time, Aaron blushed before even looking at the photo, completely mortified that it was handed to him in front of a group of profilers. He lifted it as casually as possible, stealing a quick glance before panicking and shoving it in his pocket.

You were leaning back, resting your weight on your forearms, your knees bent just barely out of frame. You head was tossed back…in a way Aaron was all too familiar with. Your body was adorned in white lace that left nothing to the imagination, he was sure that even in the moment he glanced, he could see every detail of your breasts.

“Woah there bossman…what’s got you all flustered?” Derek teased.

“Nothing. I’m good, never better.” Aaron answered all too quickly.

“Was that a photo you glanced at…” Emily inquired.

“No.” Aaron couldn’t help the blush that continued to spread…now burning his ears.

“Aaron, I know you’re not lying to a group of profilers. What is it?” Dave pressed.

“I can’t show you. All I am going to say is that the bridesmaids have handed me some photos throughout the evening.” Aaron scratched his neck sheepishly.

“Ohhh…they’re “photos” of Mrs. Hotchner.” JJ had put it together, now giggling with Emily and Penelope.

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Photo #5

 This photo, while not the most intimate of them, was given to him in the most shocking of ways. You had just finished your father-daughter dance and Aaron was headed to the dance floor with his mother to share a quick dance before everyone was invited to dance.

Victoria had asked you if you’d be okay with recruiting another helper and you’d agreed. So, she explained the situation to your mother-in-law, and she happily agreed to pass along the photo. She kept it faced down to protect your modesty but handed it off to Aaron with a pat to his chest as their dance ended.

And so, he stood in the middle of the dance floor looking at a photo of you lying on your back, the photo focused on your left hand gripping the white sheets you were lying on, your wedding ring gracing your ring finger. It again was a sight that was all too familiar…and this night was starting to feel like he’d never get you alone.

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Photo #6

Claire approached Aaron with the second to last photo as you were about to cut the cake. She grabbed his hand and set it on his palm, offered a smile and walked away.

At this point the embarrassment of it all was gone…Aaron was starting to feel impatient, wanting nothing more than to take you to your suite and have his way with you. He knew that there’d be plenty of time for that and shook away the thought. Glancing at this photo, and then up at you as you made your way to him. He was in awe of you and how beautiful you were.

In this photo you were knelt on a bed, the straps of the rose-colored lace bra had slipped off your shoulders and the high cut lace panties showed off the curves of your ass beautifully. Your hair hung to the side with the way your head was tilted.

As Aaron tucked this photo away with the others, he caught your gaze. You shared a quick smile before you walked over to him and continued on with the cake cutting.

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Photo #7

This photo was different from the others, in more ways than one.

The night had been coming to a close, you had said your thank yous and goodbyes to your friends and family. Your wedding party had loaded all the wedding gifts into the car and you guys were just about ready to make your big exit.

As everyone gathered outside and prepared their sparklers you and Aaron shared a private moment. Stealing kisses waiting for your cue, and just as it was given, you slipped Aaron the final photo. He looked at it, completely dumbfounded, before you took his hand and pulled him along with you toward the waiting car.

In this photo you were stood completely bare in front of a mirror. Your arms were up above your head, having clearly mussed your hair.

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As you slid into the backseat of the town car, Aaron practically pounced on you, kissing you hungrily. His hands slid down your back along the buttons of your dress.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me tonight?" He asked, nipping at your neck.

“Controlled chaos, honey.”

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[cuteandhughesy]

“Always, Forever Running Back To You” | Joseph Woll

summary: joseph sees you preforming in a small, cozy bar in toronto and he's immediately enamoured with you and your voice. joseph knows he needs to know you.

[word count] 2.2k

warnings: SFW! drinking + bars | fluff | mention of sexual ideas but only if you squint | joseph being a cutie

a/n: based off this request! yay! my first wolly piece. ims so obsessed and in love with him, and please feel free to ask for more and more of this smol goalie 💌

🎵 spring into summer by lizzy mcalpine

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the perfect raspy sound laced with sweet honey. if joseph woll had to describe the sound of your voice it would be that. your singing is perfectly executed��words wrapped in a beautiful soft ribbon that has his heart pitter pattering against his chest, and joseph finds himself unwilling to look away.

the dingy downtown bar is completely encapsulated by your presence up on the small corner stage at the front of the room. the way you're so confident with the microphone, guitar slung over your exposed shoulder as you tell a story—a beautiful song joseph's never heard before but is already his new favourite.

who he presumes is your band are stationed around you deliberately—as if framing you to be the star of the show. which you are. you're truly captivating. from your voice to your aura. from your lips all the way down to your boots.

and to think joseph wasn't going to come out tonight. he was so close—so close—to declining the invite from max and estelle. some celebration for something joseph didn't really feel the need to remember. but something had nagged at him, way deep down in his stomach, that had him pushing himself to come.

thank god for that.

the sound of the microphone going fuzzy has joseph blinking back to reality. you're smiling at the crowd as you talk about some sort of break. joseph’s not too sure what that means—he's too busy looking at the jewelry decorating your fingers and wrists to properly hear you.

but then you're on the move, weaving through the rather busy bar, smiling politely at people you pass as they inevitably give you their praise. eventually you get to the small bar top at the other end of the room—joseph notes it takes you almost 3 minutes to get there. everyone was stopping you. but like he said, you truly had the crowd encapsulated so he can’t even blame them.

he watches gently as you push onto the toes of your laced up boots, leaning over the sticky bar top. your arms are crossed casually—not defensively. the bar tender, a burly man with a groomed beard, takes the order you spew at him; four beers, one for you and the others for your band.

the glowing lights hit you perfectly—highlighting you and your body like the perfect painting. your outfit is dark. the perfect mixture of folk and alternative—black and some sage shade of green. and your hair. joseph thinks it's truly the perfect style. it suits you.

the bar tender slides the four glass bottles towards you, and you smile. the man mutters something that looks like 'on the house'—but joseph can't be too sure. your smile brightens in thanks as you slowly begin gathering the beer bottles off the counter. you're going to walk away.

before he knows it, joseph is mumbling some excuse to knies and matthews—both of which had been lowly discussing how hot you are—which joseph has to stop himself from correcting them (because you're not hot, you're beautiful), and begins making his way through the bar.

towards you.

he catches you just as the bar tender walks away, ready to attend to another waiting customer. you've got two bottles in your grip, one between your arm and boob and the other in your hand as joseph smoothly slides up next to you.

at first you don't notice him, but the smell of clean laundry mixed with a little bit of spice and a faint hint of beer catches your attention. you've never smelt anything more enticing than the man next to you.

you look over at him and find him already looking at you. it's not a predatory or cocky gaze though, and if anything he looks almost flustered. shy perhaps. his brown hair is perfectly fluffy, falling in a way that girls could only dream of. his cheeks are rosy, and you're not sure if it's from alcohol or because he's actually nervous.

either way, you're curious.

your hands freeze over the rounded bottle, a small smile pulling at your face. "hi."

"hey," the man greets, voice surprisingly deep—laced with a little smoothness. he clears his throat, hand rubbing at the back of his neck, blue eyes darting between you and the stage you were just preforming on. "you're like ridiculously good up there," he tells you.

"eh, we're working on it," you answer playfully, shrugging your covered shoulder suggestively. that has him breathing a laugh—a sound that's just as rumbly as the level of his voice.

"i'm serious," he continues, warm grin never wavering, "i've never heard anything more beautiful."

the sincerity of his voice makes you pause. doing what you do, there's a never ending waterfall of compliments, but they never feel like the one you were just told. and the way he's looking at you now—so full of tenderness and marvelling—you know he means it.

"oh wow," you swallow gently, "that’s a big praise."

"and I mean it," he replies curtly before sticking his hand out, palm warm and inviting as he properly introduces himself, "i'm joseph."

you take his hand, your much smaller palm almost disappearing in his as you shake, "y/n."

"oh, that suits you," joseph says, voice light. as soon as your hands separate—which takes longer than the normal handshake—he’s immediately fidgety. joseph’s thick, long fingers absentmindedly trace over a crack in the wood bar top—feeling the rough grooves underneath his fingertips like he doesn’t know what else to do with himself.

you quirk a brow quizzically, a small smile pulling at your lips, "does it?"

"yeah," he nods surely. a moment passes, joseph letting his eyes wander back throughout the room. there's casual music playing in the background while you and your band take a halftime, adding to the already chatty atmosphere of the bar. eventually—because he can't stay away—he looks back at you.

you're smiling, a mixture of curiosity and amusement pulling at your lips—un phased by his flickering and unsure gaze. joseph clears his throat, a deep blush covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears. it only makes your grin deepen knowing he's nervous. it's cute—he's cute.

"so is this your full time job?" he asks, "music?"

your lips part as you laugh breathlessly, "not right now but..." you trail off, fingers stilling where they previously traced the drips on condensation down the glass. "that's the dream, isn't it?" joseph can tell you're trying to appear casual, but your eyes twinkle with whimsy and truth.

of course it’s your dream. as it should be, he thinks. joseph has no doubt that you'll achieve your dream, and that's what makes him say, "if i was a music producer i'd sign you right now."

your smile twitches, a small hum of dismissal following. joseph can't help but grin as well as he watches as you eye over his broad shoulder—into the section of tables—mostly taken by old grouchy men sipping beer and middle aged regulars. the bar was kind of a hole in the wall, but they loved you and your band.

but then you see it. a group of younger men, all thick with muscle—most likely athletes. they're all looking at joseph and you, eye curious and all knowing while they grin at one another. suddenly your gaze turns pointed, eyes darting back to the man in front of you.

joseph eyes flicker with confusion, but your sharp voice cuts him off before he has the chance to speak. "okay. you're either really fucking nice or this is some sort of dare. you know, chat up the musician and stroke her ego while you're secretly trying not to laugh," you lean in closer, elbows sliding across the bar and putting yourself right up in his personal space.

you're actually asking—that much is sure. joseph swallows, throat moving and adam’s apple bobbing under the pressure, "why would you think that?"

"mostly because your group of friends keep looking over here and giggling."

jospeh's eyes widen almost comically before he spins back in his tables direction—only to find that, yes, his teammates are watching the both of you with laughter. auston even winks at him. he turns back towards you, mouth falling open before snapping closed again.

"oh, yeah there's just umm..." joseph stutters, "they think you're pretty."

your lip twitches, but you don't truly smile. not yet. one of your perfectly plucked eyebrows raise, "oh?”

joseph nods dumbly, swallowing again. "yeah but like I can tell them to stop of you're uncomfortable. or I can just leave you be-"

"what about you?" you interrupt his ramble promptly.

he blinks in surprise—surprise from your abrupt interruption and how he's now just realizing that you've inched closer.  "huh?" joseph hums stupidly. it's hard to focus properly when he can't smell your sweet perfume and feel your body heat. you’ve truly turned his brain to mush.

this time you do smile, "do you think i'm pretty?"

joseph almost chokes. which he's not sure why you're abruptness has caught him off guard—because in the time he's been talking with you he's learned that you're definitely not shy. sarcastic yes, and sure maybe a little humble. not shy though. but something about the way you're blinking up at him, so sure and tempting has him taken back.

finally he nods—once and a little choppy. "I do."

"okay," you smile brightly. much to his dismay you push off the bar, sliding away from him. he watched curiously—and anxiously—as you grab onto one of the shitty brown napkins pilled high at the base of the pillar next to you, scribbling something onto the front with a pen you lean over the counter and steal.

"okay?" he repeats.

you nod, "yeah. here. my number." you hand joseph the napkin, which he can now see what you were writing down was your seven digit number. his thumb swipes over the messy ink, heart thumping wildly in his chest.

"you know…in case you ever decide to became a music producer," you add on playfully.

joseph looks away from your phone number and back to you. he laughs once, the sound breathy and light—a contrast to his deep voice that you've grown to appreciate. "you'll be the first person I call."

you grin, "hope so."

he carefully folds the napkin—fingers working smoothly and with such timed precision. it makes you wonder if he works with his hands. joseph puts your number in his front jean pocket, his plump lips parting as if he's going to say something.

but your guitarist, johnathan, taps the top of the microphone—the squeaky fuzzy sound echoing throughout the room and reaching your ears. a wordless reminder to get back on stage and bring them their beers. you can understand his urgency—you get paid for an hour of work. any performance time that runs over the 60 minute mark isn't worth anything.

so although a small break is needed for your own sanity, your bank account disagrees. your eyes find joseph's again, and you send him an apologetic grin. "I have to get back to my band," you collect all the beer bottles, tucking them in your arms, "but I’ll see you around joseph."

he nods, a soft smirk pulling at his face. "i'll see you around, y/n."

you send him another flirty look over your shoulder—which makes joseph's dick twitch and harden against his zipper like he's a teenager—before making your way back through the room.

"beers for you," you tell your band once you step onto the stage, your boots clicking the tile rhythmically. the guys all thank you and grab bottle, taking hearty sips as they prepare for the next set.

you take a small sip of your own beer as you move off to the side of the stage, next to the equipment bags. you place your bottle on top of a milk crate turned stool, its cherry red colour a beautiful contrast to the scuffed wooden floor—but the sudden buzzing of your phone in your back pocket has you blinking.

you shoot a curious glance towards the band, only to find them still setting up. with that in mind, you take out your cell—a state number staring back at you. curiosity gets the best of you, thumb sliding along the answer bar before promptly bringing the phone up to your jewelry decorated ear.

"hello?" you question.

"not a producer yet, but maybe you want to get a coffee tomorrow morning?" joseph's deep voice instantly has your shoulders relaxing. you laugh into the speaker, turning to look out into the crowd.

you spot him still at the bar, casually leaning against the counter with his phone held up to his ear. but his eyes? his deep blue eyes are solely trained on you.

you don't break eye contact as you say, "i'd love too."