#it'd require the jaws of life to get me off that thing

[butmakeitgayblog]

Happy belated birthday fellow ADC whore 🎉🥳🎂🎁 here's your favorite kind of cake

[alexbkrieger13]

Hi again, anon with the inappropriate crush here. I did get to meet this girl a month after she'd called me from the office phone out of the blue! And Oh. My. God 😳

But before I tell you what happened, I wonder if you'd like to see what she looks like Amy? I can send you links in a separate ask if you don't reply to it, and then you just let me know in another post what you think of her.

So, she texted me to say she was scheduled for the job that day instead of the regular guy. I'd met the other girl with the same name as her just the week before and the stand ins use the same number. Wasn't sure which of the two it'd be. She told me to wait inside at the entrance if I'd arrive before her, so I didn't have to freeze. I got there before her. When I saw it really was her and not the other girl, a jolt went through my body. I spotted her through the glass doors long before she saw me - thank goodness... I had a few seconds to get my facial features in order and pick my jaw up from the floor. Hadn't heard from her since she told me she liked me, so this was the first time we'd meet after our "confessions".

She spotted me as soon as she'd opened the entrance door. We locked eyes and didn't let go while we walked towards each other. What was in the air between us was so intense that everyone else around us ceased to exist. We just had eyes for each other. She had a little smile playing on her face and the way she looked at me... If I had seen a girl look at someone like that, I'd think she'd spotted her date or someone she holds very very dear. I was in disbelief how good she looked and tried to keep it together, the gay panic was real 😅 (she looks better in real life than on photos). Had never seen her with so much makeup before and her hair look that nice. Not a strand of hair was out of place. Could tell she'd made the effort that day and she'd known from before the weekend there was a chance she'd had to fill in for the regular guy.

Again this was a moment when she could've friend zoned me but didn't. She could've just waved when she saw me and then avert her eyes in another direction instead of holding my gaze. When we stopped in front of each other I put my hand on her upper arm and said it was good to see her. She replied "I'll give you a hug!" and gave me a quick, but not too quick one. She isn't supposed to hug me due to the rules in place. Again it was her who took the initiative to take it a tiny step further: I told her I liked talking with her, she flat out said she liked me too and was like stop beating around the bush. I put my hand on her upper arm to be appropriate, she gave me a hug. I asked her to help me up from a deep chair, she took my hand instead of grabbing my wrist and held it for way longer than she should have done.

We started to walk to where we were supposed to be. Was like we'd met the day before and not like we hadn't spoken for a month. While we waited for the doorbell to be answered, she asked me if it was ok if she came with me to a room later when we were done and watched or if I'd be uncomfortable with someone looking over my shoulder. She said "So I just don't come here and intrude" and laughed a little. I laughed with her and squeezed her upper arm a few times before I realised I should probably stop touching her. It'd felt so natural to do that I didn't think what I was doing 😬

She'd just seen me in formal clothes before but this was a day when it wasn't required and I wore my own private clothes. As I took off my coat I noticed in the corner of my eye how she checked me out and I could feel her gaze on me. We talked for a bit while we waited for a third person and she'd just told me about something she'd bought she'd wanted for ages when we got company. It really felt like we were interrupted. From here on out my main focus needed to be on the third person and the work. She was mostly quiet and looked at what was happening. Sometimes she asked me things and I explained what happened. She was interested in what I was doing and wanted to understand.

We finished up earlier than expected and the third person said good bye. I asked her if she was in a hurry or if she'd time to keep me company while I waited for my ride. She had time but would have to leave before me. Asked her if it was too cold for her to take a walk and if she wanted to go to the cafeteria. She said it wasn't too cold and let me decide what to do. We went for a 20-30 minute long walk. None of us brought up what we feel for each other, we can't act on what is unspoken between us right now. But she did ask me if I still felt the same as when I told her on the phone I liked talking with her very much. She gave me a hug goodbye and I held her little tighter for a few seconds before we let go.

She didn't respond to it but can't really do that either with the rules in place, and she didn't try to end the hug earlier with withdrawing when she felt I held her tighter. She let me hug her for as long as I wanted. That I held her tighter didn't go unnoticed from her either. She said to me we'd have to see each other like this, in our "setting", like she wanted to reassure me she wants to see me again. Just like last time I don't know when or if I'll get to see her or speak with her next. It could be in a week, it could be in a month, it could take until next summer. And I still can't tell in what way she likes me. My usually half decent gaydar is useless on her. She reads as straight, bi and gay at the same time 😭 The only thing I know is she wouldn't hurt my feelings on purpose, I know her that well at least.

Omg this is so adorable 🥹. Unless I'm going mad there's definitely feelings there on her end.

[ghostwritcr]

at his question, first she sighs, then shrugs loosely 'i don't know... more than eight weeks, for sure -- but exactly how long only depends on cole.' her jaw tightens as she realizes how long it'll take for him to come back, and it may take even longer... sure didn't hurt to look at mason, but she needed to remind herself he was there to skate, and nothing else -- therefore she pushed back her thoughts about how something else could come of their time together on ice. but she didn't date her skating partners, nor hockey players -- and mason looked like a goddamn greek god, but he was both. she didn't really know what kind of reaction to expect from him, but sure wasn't that, as she frowns her brows in confusion, not quite getting what he meant by that 'yeah... that guy. but what exactly do you mean? you two know each other?' from that she also didn't know what to expect, given cole could be quite the one you either loved or you hated -- no in between. still, allison would bet all her chips they had some kind of beef -- cole had a big ego, but so did most hockey players, so it sure could have sparked something. she scoffs at his words, but there's somewhat of a smirk as she taunts 'i don't know about that. guess it's up to how good you can be figure skating, 'cause seems to me you two are quite the same when it comes to big ego.' tho cole sure was much worse -- and he was nowhere as near as hot as mason for her to look past the annoyance of that. besides, it may have started roughly between her and mason, but deep down she knew the two of them could get on quite well once they aligned their paces -- and not only ice-wise. she low-key liked the challenge of picking on his grumpiness, as well as she did find that bickering of theirs interesting and perhaps even a bit hot. 'besides, cole is one of my best friends, so we spend a lot of time together off the ice anyway.' she shrugs, dismissing it with one hand. doesn't even crosses her mind mason is asking that for any reason other than making small talk. cannot help but let out a big laugh at his drama -- and also at how rocky his spin was. she loses no time on retorting 'firstly -- my dad is many things, but one he is not, is unfair. i don't know what got you into the eye of this hurricane, but i'm sure you deserve it. secondly -- making your life a living hell? excuse me, but if it's anyone's hell, it's mine. i didn't do anything to deserve it! oh, and lastly... if you call this hell, i've got bad news for you big guy...' she scoffs, mischievous smirk fitting her gaze 'because this is me being nice -- i haven't even started showing how much of a bitch i can be if you wanna make this difficult.' she bets it won't come down to that, but she can't resist warning him just to see what his reaction would be -- could also bet it'd be just as feisty and hot. her brows arch up and so do the sides of her lips at his claim 'oh, yeah, i know there's always an exception... but i'm not naive to think that's the case. and did you seriously just referenced my dad as voldemort?' she asks while trying to contain a laugh. on her mind, she calls bullshit on the special occasion excuse, but she chooses picking on the other part 'with the boys, but not only the boys.' tho that and imagining him hitting on girls make her realize perhaps it's not just the free buzz that got her so interested in the party. 'keep me locked? why would he need to do that when i'm such a good girl?' gaze meets his as she gives him her most innocent look -- a facade her dad really believed in, oblivious to how much a menace she could be -- as if him calling her love didn't give her goosebumps. she shrugs at him, and just for the tease she goes against his expectancy 'it's somewhere to begin, right? i mean, doesn't what we're doing here also requires trust?' she plays that card with a sweet check-mate smile on her lips. she wants to roll her eye at him and boo him for being so stiff, but his wink melts her attitude away in a smirk as she teases 'what's next? gonna ask his permission to have my hand?'

sighing, she ends up giving in 'fine. you push from there, i push from here, then.' still, allison being allison, it wouldn't be a surprise if she showed there uninvited and against her father's will, as she remarks 'but if this goes south, then good luck trying to catch me and throw me out of your party, mason.' might not be what she really meant by that, but her mind goes straight to how hot it'd be to have him chasing and catching her... what could perhaps even end in between sheets. she pushes her fantasies aside just as she feels her cheeks warming up, having him come so fast after her at that moment surely not helping it go away. she's glad when he brings them back to what reunited them there: practicing. nodding, she takes the lead 'alright, then. we already know you can get me pretty high on the air, so the next thing is keeping me there while skating in a straight line. imma need you to put your hands on my waist, and when i jump, you lift me and hold me there. steady, try to keep your balance, alright? remember it's not all about strength. let's start trying to keep it for 3 seconds, and then we go on from there, okay?' she asks, delicate hands reaching his and placing them on her waist as she tries not to focus on his grip, his viciously intoxicating scent or how little space is left between them. 'you ready?' she asks quietly, dark dovey gaze looking up at him as she tries to concentrate in what she needs to teach him instead of on himself.

the injury of her figure skating partner sounded severe, even though mason wouldn't be able to tell her what a lasso lift was. when the hockey coach told him about it, it seemed like the last thing on the list of priorities. the athlete had been furious that he had to do this in the first place. all the details after that seemed irrelevant at the time. "okay, so how long will you need me for?" he watched her demonstrative motions on the ice. it seemed like she was born to perform. "longer than eight weeks — i assume?" perhaps his reaction was coldhearted as he showed no compassion to this cole guy, and more so to his own burden, but then again allison didn't seem particularly upset either. at the same time, no reply seemed like a better option than sucks for him. the dark haired male was more than ready to move on to the next topic when she mentioned cole's last name and the connection to the ice rink. "that guy? are you for real?" a scoff escaped his mouth as he slightly shook his head, critical of the person they were talking about. this cole, regularly went to the hockey parties even though he couldn't possibly have anything in common with the team. they couldn't really reject his presence. most of the time, mason just tried to avoid him and the times he couldn't there may have been mention of figure skating, but it never seemed relevant enough to remember. especially not at a party. "sounds like besides that you have to train with me now — you won't miss him too much. am i right?" the hockey player wasn't sure why he wanted the reassurance that cole larsen wasn't in the way of anything mason would not try. he had to respect the daughter of the man who had helped him so much in his career and even on a personal level. the truth was that he owed a lot to the man and probably wouldn't be where was today without him. therefore, needless to say, he wouldn't actually let something happen to allison. not on purpose at least. he still had no idea what he was doing, but he liked to get her reaction nonetheless. "your dad is already making my life a living hell." mason threw his arms wide in referral to their current situation and actually did a three and sixty-degree turn on the ice to emphasize it. not that it was anything as smooth and elegant as her motions, but he still knew how to skate. once he was back in position bright green hues went to the half smirk on her lips and he wondered if she knew how smooth she was with it. how it had him try not to lose focus and drift off with the thought of kissing her. a thought he forced himself to push away. "not all hockey players are the same you know. some of us don't wanna get shitfaced drunk all the time and most importantly, some us don't want any trouble with you know who." if mason invited her without his say-so, who knew what the next punishment would be. it wasn't something he wanted to find out, not when he didn't need the extra pressure of her being there. "your dad knows it's a special occasion. drinks with the boys — maybe he can keep you locked in the house all weekend but not us, love." allison did make a good argument. she was surprisingly skilled with getting her way or so it seemed and if mason trusted her, he would have perhaps considered an alliance. "if i tell you i'm not a snitch, would that really make you trust me?" the brunet doubted it would work like that and his suspicious glance confirmed that. "the offer stays, allie. you can't bargain your way in with me, but if i'm right about you — i'm sure you can convince him somehow. perhaps don't mention it's a party." with a quick wink, it was his turn to smirk as he closed the distance between them while skating. the hockey player probably had the upper hand when it came to speed, but there was a lot still for him to learn and patience wasn't his greatest talent. "let's start with some of your simple tricks?"

[willow-salix]

This little piece came about after a conversation with @myladykayo and a couple of post/prompts.. I'm only going to include one here until everyone has read it otherwise it'll ruin the whole thing.

This is what happens when my two want fluff and a little spicy time together... Let's heat up this Monday morning.

"Rotzlöffel!" 

Selene paused, the wagging finger of doom pointing right at his chest. "What did you just call- don't yell at me in languages I don't understand!" 

"Well don't be one then!" 

"Don't be a what? What did you just call me?" her eyes narrowed dangerously. 

He had two choices, stand his ground or retreat and try to make things better, but if there was one thing he'd learned from spending almost two years of his life with a mad witch, it was to never back down. 

He squared his shoulders, looked her dead in the eye and answered her honestly. "A snot spoon."

She blinked. "A what now?" 

"It's loosely translated…" he waved his hand vaguely. 

"And it means?" 

"A brat."

"You just called me a brat?" 

"Yes."

"Well don't do that!" 

"Don't act like one then!" 

She bit her lip, trying very hard not to laugh. She failed. 

"A snot spoon? Seriously? That's what you came up with?" 

"Alan never knew what it meant either."

"You're an idiot."

"An idiot that you love," he shot back, an evil grin beginning to form. 

"Urghhh," she stopped pacing and flopped backwards onto the bed. "When did we move from arguments that turn to kissing to arguments that turn into childish insults?" 

"Around three table decorations and a cake ago."

She raised a hand. "I would like to put in a formal request to go back to the former, thank you."

John caught hold of her hand, lacing their fingers. "That could be arranged," he squeezed her fingers lightly. "But, you did just call me an idiot."

"My idiot," she tugged on his hand, pulling him down on top of her. "So, kisses?" 

"Kisses are good."

They both moved closer, moving instinctively from much practice. Their lips met, softly at first, little warm up kisses that were sweet rather than sensual. 

Her tongue dabbed softly at his lips, trying to tempt him to open and allow her to deepen their kiss. 

She moaned happily, letting her hands get in on the action, one travelling the length of his spine, nails scraping lightly through the fabric of his shirt, the other journeying upwards to tangle in his hair. 

Their kiss deepened, lazy kisses, taking their time, just enjoying a rare moment to be alone together. Selene could feel her heart speeding up and her breath becoming a little ragged as the fluttering butterflies of arousal began to multiply from their ever present "damn my guy's hot" to "gotta have him now."

"Does this mean I'm forgiven for shouting at you in German?" 

"That depends."

"On what?" 

"On how else you're going to use those hot language skills of yours." She kissed her way to his jaw. 

"Does my lady have any requests?" 

"Dealer's choice, I just like listening to you. Surprise me."

"Mm, I'm sure I can come up with something." He turned his head to capture her lips again. 

Using her grip on his hair she broke their kiss, stopping to rub her nose against his. 

"Talk to me," she pleaded in her most seductive voice and he was powerless to resist. 

He broke away to kiss his way down her neck, nipping lightly here and there, nuzzling her soft skin. He worked his way up to her ear as one of her hands found its way under his shirt to stroke bare skin. Well, that wasn't helping, was it? How was he supposed to concentrate while she was doing that? 

Her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist to pull him closer so she could feel his hard length through his jeans. 

"Tell me what you want," she encouraged, her own lips attacking the side of his neck. That was not playing fair. 

Thoroughly enjoying her current mood and in no way wanting to jeopardize that he said the first thing that came to mind although it was cheesy as hell. 

"Est-ce que ton père a été un voleur? Parce qu’il a volé les étoiles du ciel pour les mettre dans tes yeux." 

She purred a low moan in his ear and he filed that information away for later, how to stop an argument, grab her, kiss her, whisper in french, got it. 

"Je te trouve belle." 

Her fingers had got to work on the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly, pushing the material off his shoulders. 

Huh, they were now at the stripping part of the proceedings, he was down with that. Luckily for him she was wearing one of her black blouses today, this one decorated with a fine covering of silver spider web, not that he was paying much attention to the intricacies of the design right at that moment. 

He popped open the first two buttons and lowered his head to kiss a path down her neck, pausing to suck lightly on her collarbone. Her shuddering moan was accompanied by a seductive hip roll that almost made his eyes cross. This wasn't good, she shouldn't have told him to say what he wanted. Quick, he instructed himself, think of something else! 

"Mélanger les jaunes d’œufs avec la moutarde, le sel et le poivre dans un saladier." 

Her back arched, thrusting her still caged breast closer. 

"Ajouter tout doucement et peu à peu l’huile sur le mélange en battant au fouet." 

Her fingers played with the shorter hairs on the back of his neck, nails scraping lightly at his skin. 

Honestly, when she had started the day with a full list of shit she didn't care about but Grandma insisted was important, she had questioned the wiseness of dragging her Spaceman home. Especially when it had disintegrated into her tossing his carefully crafted list into the trash and refusing to make another decision again. But now that she'd seen how they could resolve an argument she might be tempted to start one daily. 

One of the things she loved most about her man was how he could be so incredibly sexy without even knowing it, there was no big headedness from John that would make him insufferably smug like some men she knew. 

She loved his voice, it was the first thing she had fallen for, wanting to be closer to him before she had even seen his face and she always found it incredibly hot when he would casually drop into another language like it required no more effort than blinking. 

This was doing all kinds of good things to rev her engine and if he wasn't careful she'd be forced to roll him over and have her wicked way with him before he knew what was going on. 

"Remplir les avocats avec des crevettes et les recouvrir de sauce cocktail." 

She stiffened as the tip of his tongue traced the lacy edge of her bra but she was far too distracted to pay much attention. Had he…

"Dude, did you just say cocktail sauce?" She didn't know much French, in fact she was limited to a couple of cheeses, bread, chicken and French fries, she was very food based, but she had definitely heard that before. 

He froze for a second then sighed, his head dropping to bury his face in her neck. 

"Sorry."

She didn't know whether she should laugh or cry although as usual, laughing won. 

She began to giggle, unable to hold it in. 

He lifted his head to look at her, completely bemused. 

"What the hell were you even saying?" 

He shifted uncomfortably, both from the sudden shift in position as well as the metaphorical bucket of cold water that had been dumped on top of them. 

"Well, at first I was complimenting your eyes, but then I had to think of something a little less exciting and I skipped breakfast -" 

"And lunch knowing you."

"Maybe…"

"And so you were saying…"

"I may have been telling you how to make a shrimp and avocado salad." 

To his intense relief her giggles turned into full laughter which he couldn't help but join in with. 

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight, struggling to breathe but not for the reasons they had first been planning. 

"Gods, I love you," she gasped, trying to catch her breath and not crack up laughing again. She kissed his cheek and let go, pushing him gently to the side. 

She sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes and buttoned her blouse back up. 

"Sorry, that kinda killed the mood," he winced. 

"Rubbish, if we can't laugh then there's no hope for us, it's laughter and love that keeps a couple strong and we've got that in abundance."

She held out her hand to him, dragging him to his feet. 

"Back to the list?" he sighed. 

"Hell no, we're going to the kitchen." She reached out to give his firm abs a loving pat. "I'm gonna fuel my sex machine and then take full advantage of you being home for the rest of the night."

"Sex Machine?" he arched a disbelieving eyebrow as he fastened his shirt. 

She shrugged, unrepentant. "Meh, I thought it'd try it, it obviously didn't work." She sighed dramatically. "Most men would be grateful their girl thinks they are a stud." 

"Good thing I'm not most men then, because that was a terrible line," he followed her to the door.

"This is coming from the guy that just told my boobs how to cut a cucumber."