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mywritersmind · 9 months ago
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LITTLE BLACK DRESS - LN4
halloween special
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summary : loosely based on little black dress by 1D😊 happy halloween my horny bffs
listen up : kissing, yelling… him being horny. lando x fewtrell!reader
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She's always been beautiful. She’s the sort of pretty that when she walks into the room, everyone’s head turns toward her.
Today though… shit. She looks straight up sexy.
Max punches me in the arm, realizing I'm not paying attention to whatever he’s saying. But I can’t stop looking at her, long legs and a tiny black dress is all I can see.
As she gets closer, her hair bouncing with every step, I realize that it’s the type of hunger that will only be satisfied by my lips on hers.
There is one slight issue, though. “Sis!” Max grins, messing up her hair as she pushes him away, “Nice costume. You get it half off?”
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“You're so turning into our dad!” I roll my eyes at Max as he laughs and whips his arm around me, pulling me into a forgiving half hug. He's the mad hatter, cute since I saw Pierta in her Alice costume a few minutes ago.
I scrunch my face up before looking up at Lando. God… Lando. His eyes are practically setting me on fire, looking up and down my body. He's a skeleton.
Looking ridiculous hot in all black, his costume is made by the makeup on his face. An illusion of bones with black and white.
“Hi, Lando. Happy Halloween” I say sweetly as he brings his cup to his painted lips.
“Lookin good, Y/n.” He gives me a slight smirk and I can feel Max’s annoyance before he starts complaining.
“Lando. No!” Max says as if he’s some sort of dog.
“I didn’t do anything!” He puts his hands up in defense before looking at me, “Want a drink?” I flash him a smile, fangs and all. He raises a brow at my favorite bit of my costume.
A vampire is not basic, It’s classic!
“She wants nothing from your grubby hands!” Max says immediately, his mad hatter hat tilting on his curls.
“Grubby!?” Lando scoffs as I laugh, but I see my friend in the crowd and squeal, leaving them both.
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lando
How weird would it be if I said I want her to bite me? Fuck, it sounds weird doesn’t it? I don’t care. She’s been dancing with P for the past thirty minutes, downing at least two drinks and moving her ass in a way that should be illegal.
There’s fake blood on her chest and mouth. A mouth I'm desperate to kiss.
I’ve known her forever, and I would never admit it to Max… but I've always had a bit of a thing for her. How do you tell your protective best friend that you’re hot for his younger sister?
The answer is that you don’t.
But this feels different. We’re older, we’re both hotter, and I swear I saw her checking me out.
Max has disappeared and there’s a girl by my side in an instant. I take one look at her, get disappointed that she’s not Y/n, and leave.
I spot her at the bar.
I tug on her hair and she lets out a little scream before she turns and sees me. Her mouth contorts into a mischievous smirk, her nose scrunching. “Two vodka shots.” I nod at the bartender, standing close to her. “I like your costume.”
She looks bored, “Think I look hot?” When she turns to get my reaction I just tilt my head a bit, biting back a smile. She knows I do.
“Well I think yours is a bit underwhelming.” She sighs as I scoff.
“Hey- P spent an hour on this!” she giggles, “What would you rather me be?”
She thinks for a moment as the bartender slides us the shots, “Hmm�� a driver?” Her body shifts towards me, holding up the vodka and smiling innocently.
“Very funny.” I take my own shot, tapping the table and downing it without breaking eye contact.
“You here alone?”
She leans against the bar, “Nope… my friends are here somewhere.” She breaks eye contact, surveying the packed crowd.
I lean in closer, “I mean did you come here with a guy?”
She narrows her eyes at me, “No.”
I can’t help but smile, teasing her is my favorite activity. “You open to leaving with one?”
She blinks, biting her bottom lip, “Lando…” I know i’m playing with fire but I don’t care.
“What?” I say innocently, “For safety reasons.”
She lets out a little laugh, “I’m not fucking you in the name of safety.” I frown.
“You’re losing your little flirty spark, Fewtrell.” I lean closer, my arm resting on the bar, “You grow up, finally?”
“I grew up.” She nods, “But I'll never lose my spark.” She looks offended, my eyes flick down to her body… her chest… her lips.
“Prove it.” Her hand goes to her hip.
“You gonna flirt with me all night or actually make a move?” Spark is still there. 1000% still there because the way she’s leaning into me makes me hard.
I glance at the people drinking and dancing, seeing Max instantly in his hideous hat. He's not looking at us, but I know he’s gotten a vibe tonight when I was staring at Y/n’s ass.
“You really want me to make a move in front of your brother?” I ask her and I can tell she’s torn.
Y/n has always been close to Max, but she was always known to be troublesome. I liked her more for it. She would sneak guys in when their parents were away and Max would always call me, purposefully being loud about how much he could bench to scare the guy away.
“Let’s dance.” My hand slips to her waist, tugging her closer. She gives me another suspicious look, “Come on… I wanna see the way you move for me.”
She rolls her eyes, “Take you and your one liners somewhere else.” She starts walking away, but I follow.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” I take her hand finally, tugging her into the crowd and pulling her close to me.
“Don’t act like you don’t get off on it.” I bite the inside of my cheek as her hand moves to my neck and into my hair.
“You’re so fucking hot.” I should probably think twice about telling this to my best friend's sister, but why lie?
She throws her head back, laughing. She shakes her head and keeps dancing. The neon lights swirl around us as people push and scream over the music. I can practically feel the djs mix in my body.
Y/n’s hand goes to the back of my head again, standing on her toes to yell in my ear. “I don’t want to smudge your makeup.” I think I'm about to faint.
I shake my head, making her look at me in the eye to make sure she’s serious. She’s staring up at me, a brow quirked as if she’s daring me.
My lips are on hers embarrassingly fast.
Gripping her waist, I slip my tongue in her mouth. The fake fangs scrape against me but I'm too focused on her so close to me to care.
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I've spent an unhealthy amount of time wondering what it would be like to kiss Lando. Now I know that my younger self was completely wrong.
He’s possessive and rough, holding me close and sliding his hand up my body, to my neck. He tastes like makeup and alcohol, my hands holding his neck and tugging at his shirt.
It’s too loud for him to hear me say his name. He bites my lip and I let out an involuntary whine. He's smirking against me when I tug his shirt, pulling back.
I smile at him, catching my breath for a second just to make sure this is real. “I love this song.” It's ‘little black dress’ by one direction. The song that I played every day of my teenage years whenever Max and Lando were bugging me.
I laugh, leaning back as he rests his head on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my skin. I turn his head to face me again, kissing him softly. “Maybe I'd be okay with going home to a guy.” I say in his ear.
“You better be talking about me.” His face is serious but I can’t help but laugh, slapping his arm before kissing him again.
“Of course it’s you, muppet.” I’m kissing him again. I get lost in a haze of smoke and music, melting into him as he breathes against me.
He’s kissing my neck now, moving his hand down past my back. Then he’s gone.
He’s off me in a second, “What. The. Fuck!?” It’s Max. “No! No! No!” He looks like he’s about to kill Lando.
“Hey…” I think Max it’s going to be okay until a smirk breaks out on Lando’s stupid face. “What if I told you I'm really drunk?”
Max’s fists clench, “Lando-” He turns to me, looking pissed off, “I can’t even with you!”
I push my hair back, shrugging and wiping my mouth. I look at Lando who’s about to laugh, his mouth is smudged with blood, black paint, lipstick.
“My sister!?” He yells, getting the attention of few around us.
“I- Okay look! I didn’t. I mean! Yeah… She’s hot!” he goes through options, clearing giving up as he looks at me. Max loses it then, “Yup!” Lando turns and fucking bolts.
Max is screaming and i’m laughing, it’s almost too comedic. The crowd basically parts as Lando hurries past, my brother chasing after his best friend.
When they’re about to be out of view, Lando turns, “Yo, Vamp!” He calls out, running backwards with a scared and mischievous expression on his face. He brings a hand to his head, mimicking a phone before breaking out into a grin, “Call me!”
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scarletwinterxx · 9 months ago
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sweeter than fiction - dad mark lee scenario
hellooo ~ i know a lot of you waited for dad mark🥺to be honest, i'm not sure if there will be a next one. this one feels like that full circle moment. But i'm not one to close doors so maybe in the future I will write more but it might take a while before i make one. thank you again for loving this series so muchhh, from all thirteen parts of my heart THANK YOU THANK YOU🥺🤍🤍🤍
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Navigating parenthood is not an easy task, to this day it's still a daunting task. Mark's eldest son is already 13 but until now there are days he worries he might not be doing it right.
Then he thinks of you, how you've basically dedicated your life growing and nurturing your family and all he can think about is how lucky he is. You have gifted him with three beautiful children and a home you've built with love, compassion, kindness and everything good in this world. To Mark, you deserve nothing less than the universe but for now all he can give you is a luxury vacation with your mom.
At first you were reluctant to leave him with all 3 kids but Minjung is at that age where he already helps around the house, Minjee is grown enough too and knows just what she likes and when she likes it and Minsu well he's still a baby but Mark can handle that.
Or so he says.
"Buddy, can you check on your sister please? She's been quiet for five minutes. I'm getting worried" Mark tells his oldest while the youngest is fast asleep in his arms after drinking milk.
Minjung gets up from where he was reading his book to go check on his sister, it was still early in the day so Mark's thinking of taking everyone out to pass some time.
Mark waits for the two siblings to come downstairs after calling their names, the two walking towards the living room "How about we go out for the day? Go to the beach and have a picnic?" he suggests
"But mom said you can't cook, you're not allowed to touch the stove" Minjee says like she's teasing her dad
"I'm not going to, missy. We're going to get food outside then we'll have a picnic"
"Sounds fun" Minjung says
"Can I bring some plushies?" Minjee asks "You can take two"
"But daaaad"
"Nope not today, sissy. It's only the four of us okay? If one of your dolls get lost I can't find it. You can take them all next time"
The little girl pouts but nods her head. Mark gives himself a mental pat in the back for not saying yes to her so easily, you'd be proud of him.
"Okay, go get ready. We'll leave in a while"
The trip to the beach was quick, turns out Minjee is very much like you. She didn’t enjoy being under the sun for too long and didn’t like it when the sand get between her toes. It was adorable but Mark can only handle so much alone so the four of them ended up at a nearby ice cream shop before heading home. 
When they got home, Mark ordered food for everyone since he’s still banned from cooking and the kids wanted pizza for dinner so that’s what he got. Then he got them ready for bed before checking the house and making his way upstairs to your bedroom. 
Mark just finished talking with you on the phone when he hears the knocking on the bedroom door before Minjung pokes his head in, “Dad? Can I go in?”
“Hey buddy, what’s up? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Mark asks his oldest son, patting your side of the bed. Minjung walks towards his dad, getting on the bed beside his dad
“There’s something I want to ask you” he says, playing with his fingers. A mannerism he got from you, Mark notices. You used to do that too when you’re about to ask him about something. 
“What is it?” he asks his son
“How did you tell mom you liked her?”
Mark was definitely not expecting that question, and he’s definitely not ready for one of his babies to start asking about love. 
“How did I tell your mom I liked her?” Mark asked back, making Minjung nod his head
“Well I uh, actually it’s a funny story” Mark smiles as he recalls the memory from that day. The start of you and him. “I had a big crush on your mom, I liked her so so much I always get nervous when I talk to her, I always end up saying only two to three words to her. She was the prettiest girl in class, she’s smart, confident. I really thought she was waaaay out of my league. But she was always nice to me, she always talked to me in class, shared her notes with me when I was busy or I missed a class. Then I thought about asking her to get ice cream after school but I got too shy, your uncle Hyuck had to help me”
“What happened?” Minjung asks, smiling up at his dad. Excited to hear the story.
“He literally pushed me in front of your mom and told her I had something to say. I stuttered so bad but she just smiled at me, that was the day I embarrassed myself in front of her but that was also the day she said yes to getting ice cream with me” Mark grins at his son, their smiles a mirror of each other. 
Now he realizes Minjung has always been surrounded with love because of you and him. He didn’t have to worry because his son knows what love is.  Him and his siblings are a product of that love, and also this home. 
Everyday Minjung hears his mom laugh at his dad’s joke even though sometimes it’s not that funny, everyday he sees his dad smile at his mom even when she’s not looking, everyday he sees them hugging in the kitchen during the quiet morning just before all the rush, everyday he sees his dad come in the door after a long day at work with his arms wide open waiting for his mom’s hug like a homecoming ceremony. 
“How did you know you love mom?”
“It’s a lot of things all at once. I don’t know how to describe it, not even now after being together for so many years. A part of me always knew she was the one even before I fully realized it. I don’t remember life before her or what comes after her. I just know I live for her, and you and your siblings” he tells his son, giving his hair a ruffle “You’ll know what I’m talking about one day”
“So, I just ask her to go get ice cream with me?” Minjung asks
Oh right, Mark remembers what this conversation was about. “Yea, just think about what she likes. If she likes ice cream then yeah, or if she likes going out for a walk how about a walk in the park or movies. Just be genuine, always be a gentleman and respect her decision”
Minjung nods at his father’s words, “When is mom coming home?”
“Tomorrow”
“Can I uh, stay here with you? Can we watch Spiderman?”
Mark can never say no to his kids, even after all these years of being a dad he still doesn’t know how to do it. That’s why he always gets scolded by you because the kids know they can ask him if there’s something they want and you say no. 
“Sure buddy, that sounds fun. Go get the remote”
A few hours later, the father-son look alike is fast asleep on the bed. The tv playing in the background, casting a light on the two. That was the sight that welcomed you when you entered the bedroom. 
You wanted to surprise Mark by coming home tonight but it looks like you’re the one being surprised. Mark was snoring lightly while Minjung was sleeping beside him, you see the movie playing on the screen and chuckle to yourself. Minhyung and Minjung really are twins. 
Watching Minjung grow up, you see more of Mark in him as the years pass by. Feels like yesterday you just took him home, two very nervous first time parents. Now your first baby is growing up to be a fine young man. 
Walking slowly towards the bed, you get the remote first to turn off the tv. Pulling the covers over Minjung to make sure he’s tucked in. Leaning down to give him a goodnight kiss before going back to Mark’s side. There was enough space for you to scoot yourself in, you lay your head on his chest. The feeling of something or someone rather, laying on him makes Mark wake up from his slumber
“Huh?” he grumbles, arms reaching out to feel around the bed. Then he recognizes immediately who it was “Baby, you’re here already?”
“Yea, I wanted to surprise you and the kids” you whisper back. You feel his arms tighten around you, holding you closer on his chest and giving you a kiss on the forehead. 
“Is everything okay with Minjung?” you ask, wondering why he’s sleeping here
“Huh? Oh yea, we were just watching a movie. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Are you okay sleeping here? You comfy?”
You smile at his question, there’s really no place more comfortable than his embrace. You lean your head up to kiss him on the chin before tucking yourself back into him. “I’m good here. Goodnight, baby”
“I missed you” you hear him say before sleep takes over once again. 
And that’s how you ended your day, with your two boys with you. The next morning, you wake up before the two boys. You gently pry away from Mark’s grip to check on your other babies. You check Minjee first, she’s still fast asleep on her bed while cuddling one of her many plushies. She’s always been a deep sleeper. You know not to wake her up or else she’ll be grumpy the whole day so you let her be. 
Next you check your youngest, Minsu. The baby boy also still fast asleep in his crib. Now a year old, he’s a mix of you and Mark. He got your nose and his father’s cheeks. He likes watching his older brother play the piano ad loves dancing with his big sister. Minsu is the beloved youngest member of the Lee family. 
You make your way downstairs to start breakfast, but first you make yourself a cup of coffee. You were waiting for the coffee to brew when you feel a pair of arms circle your waist, your husband burrying his face on the side of your neck
“Goodmorning, Mr. Lee. How was your sleep?” 
“Better, now that you’re back. But you left so I woke up”
You chuckle at how adorable Mark was, even after all these years he can still make the butterflies in your stomach flutter all around. It’s silly but your crush for your husband never really went away, if anything it just got stronger over the years. 
“You’re cute, so how was the kids while I was gone?” you ask him, this time Mark rests his chin on your shoulder to tell you about the previous happenings while you were gone
“Minsu is an angel, he loves the baby food you left. I think it was the mashed avocado one. Minjee can now ride a bike, she’s still wobbly but she’s definitely better than you”
“Hey!”
“I’m kidding baby, but am I wrong? You don’t know how to ride a bike” he teases you
“I know how to ride you” you tease him back. You can hear Mark laugh from behind you, feeling his chest vibrate against your back “That you do, don’t tempt me”
You turn around in his arms so now you’re chest to chest, Mark looks down at you eyes full of love “I missed you” he mumbles 
“Missed you too, where’s my kiss?” You don’t need to ask him twice, his lips are immediately on yours. You can feel him smile against your lips, arms tightening around you. You enjoyed the short vacation but really there’s no place you’d rather be, this is your own safe haven. 
Mark is  and will forever your own getaway. 
Breaking away from each other, Mark peppers kisses all over your face eliciting giggles from you. 
“By the way, is Minjung okay? Why was he in our room last night?” you ask your husband
“Oh yea, he just wanted to ask me about something. Be ready though”
“Be ready for what?”
“Our son asked me how I asked you out, I think he’s planning to ask someone out on a date”
You stare back at him with a shocked look, just like Mark expected. 
“Our baby’s all grown up now. Remember when you first left us home alone” Mark chuckles
“Nooooo, my baby boy”
“Well he’s not so baby anymore”
You can’t even begin to describe what you’re feeling, you’re definitely not ready for this. “What did you tell him?” you ask
“Exactly what happened when I asked you out”
“You mean when you asked me out to get ice cream, that time Hyuck literally pushed you towards me” you chuckle as you remember that day
“Mhm”
“Now that you said that, I’m wondering too. Why did you like me?” you ask him
“That’s like asking why the sky is blue” Mark mumbles, rolling his eyes playfully
“Indulge me, come on tell meeee. Or how did you know you loved me”
“I’m gonna tell you because we’re already married so you can’t run away from me now. I knew I was going to marry you the moment we met. I just knew. You smiled at me and I just know that was a smile I want to see every morning I wake up and every night before I go to sleep. I knew I loved you when you got me a bible for my birthday after I lost my old one. You said you weren’t the most religious person but you went out your way to get that for me. You loved me in ways I didn’t know I could find love. If one day Minjung ask me again about love, I’ll tell him all about you because that’s what love means to me. It’s you”
“Oh my gosh, our baby is all grown up. What are we going to do? I’m not ready for this” you tell him, eyes filled tears both from his declaration of love and the idea of your little being in love
“Hey don’t cry. It’s exciting to see him growing up, and he’s not shy asking us about what to do so it’s a good thing. We’ll be there when he needs us, our baby still needs us” he cradles your face in hands, ready to wipe any tear that’s threatening to spill
“Where did the time go? Next thing we know it’s Jee asking us if she can go out on a date. What will you do then?” you ask with a laugh
“Easy, I’ll go with them”
“You’re not going to our daughter’s first date”
“Like heck I won’t. I’ll be three tables away, she won’t even notice I’m there”
You laugh at Mark’s future plan, there’s never really a dull day being married to him. Even though you’re never sure what the future holds, one thing you’re sure of is you’re ready to face it as long as you have him by your side. You used to dream about this life you have with him, marrying the man of your dreams and live happily ever after. 
But Mark gave you so much more than that, he gave you the fairytale reality others can only dream about. He’s the dream man made just for you and he’s yours in this lifetime. 
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part1: day with dad mark lee
part2: another day with dad mark lee
part3: a day with the lee's
part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs
part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's
part6: first love and kisses
part7: naps and baby kicks
part8: then there was three
part9: just like you
part10: fool for you
part11: your day
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maycat-19-142 · 4 months ago
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Hi, I hope you’re doing well ! Can you write a headcanon of a Mingi X idol reader where their relationship is not discovered by fans buuut where fans ship them together because ateez and g/n are close friend and they are very similar in their personalities, like they both are sexy on stage and flirty with the fans but when they are doing like variety shows, interviews or they are only with the members they are both u know, like shy and sweet ? Idk if it’s clear TwT
Mingi when your relationship is already supported but unknown
A/n: I hope you enjoy this and thank you for the request
⚠️: There is a chance of fem coding, but it is gender neutral to the best of my ability, kisses, pda, I kinda jumped from thing to thing. Sorry if it is confusing. Talk of alcohol (drunk idol diary show)
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Oh where to begin
[Y/g] and ateez meet early in the idol world
You are a late 2017 group, and ateez is mid to late 2018 group
Yet it was so common to see the 2 bands together
All the members of [y/g] had ateez members there were close to
You, one of your bandmates and mingi, were the "deadly trio"
Killer stage presence and looks but actually really chill people
You became official when mingi was mid hiatus in 2021
He had been working on himself when you got a call from yunho asking for you to go to KQ
When you show up, you see a healthier looking mingi and flowers
He hands the flowers and you talk for a while about life
And he confesses to having feelings for you. He is so scared when you don't reply immediately but the kiss between his eyes tells him everything
You are sworn to keep it low
And your band mates those who have been there for you for so long in your life are so happy
Finally, the morons in love see the other is just as down bad
One of the things that changed when you became official was the way he looked at you
Soft and sweet eyes meet yours often
You have dates at dorms or entertainment buildings
His favorite thing ever is to sit on the roof of your company and star watch in to the late hours of the morning
You hate to see him over work himself. Sometimes he'll be to stubborn to stop working and another ateez member is like "I'll call y/n or y/g"
That gets him to chill a bit
Comebacks are the worst and best
You are doing what you love but within seeing eachother for weeks at a time
Mingi lives for if you have comebacks at the same time
Seeing you on stage happy flirty look, dancing with basically your siblings brings him so much joy
Same things for you
Watching him in hin element is the best
Definitely hugs backstage with both your members laughing at you
He is so clingy, will hug you close, hand always on you if there is no press around. Even if he'll still try
Tours are the worst for yall
Especially different timezones
Calls and texts when ever
When the family shipping first comes out he is horrified
Had they found out
Nope just fans being shippers and seeing yall close
Definitely kinda cringes at the ship name at first
But he gets used to it over time
Slowly, your relationship is snift out by fans
And most found through the fact you had an identical hoodie to his stains and all
Then, the way he watched you on stage at an award show showed more than he thought
Definitely worried about your safety and how everyone will take the news
When it finally comes out both of you are so so scared
And it goes well
Shows and events start asking for yall and you're groups together
Went on a drunk idol diary, and he basically fell asleep on your shoulder halfway through, and you just keep hanging out with the host
Shows are always fun with ateez teasing you and your band and right back at them
It is so sweet
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Have a good day and night 🌙
Pixie out 🧚‍♀️
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brainddeadd · 9 months ago
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Between Rivalries and Romance: A Shovel Talk Initiation
Dating the enemy might have been a little reckless, but Matt Rempe was worth it. He’d quickly become the guy you couldn’t stop thinking about, his texts lighting up your phone and his grin sneaking into your daydreams. The only downside? Telling the guys. Jack, Luke, and Dawson were like your brothers, and if you didn’t break it to them yourself, there was no telling what would happen if they found out some other way. But after a long day at practice, you finally work up the courage to gather them in the locker room.
"Hey, can we talk?" you ask, your voice slightly shaky but steady enough to catch their attention.
The three of them look up with interest, Jack giving you a curious look as he leans back in his seat. “What’s up, Y/N? You look serious.”
You take a deep breath, fingers fidgeting as you look between them. "Okay, um… I need to tell you something important. But promise me you won’t freak out."
Luke smirks, already catching on to the nerves in your voice. “No promises. Especially if this is something juicy.”
Dawson laughs, but there’s a hint of seriousness in his gaze as he leans forward. “Just tell us. We can handle it, right, boys?”
You take another steadying breath, finally just blurting it out. “I’m dating Matt Rempe.”
There’s a beat of silence, where they just stare at you like they’re processing, and then—
“Rempe?” Jack’s voice pitches up, and he looks both amused and mildly horrified at the same time. “From the Rangers?”
Luke clutches his chest in mock horror. “Y/N, why would you betray us like this?”
Dawson bursts out laughing, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “I mean, we’ll support you, but you’re dating the enemy, Y/N. You’re lucky we like you.”
You roll your eyes, trying to keep your expression serious. “So, you’re not… mad?”
The three exchange glances, their expressions melting from fake horror into a mix of laughter and genuine smiles.
Jack wraps an arm around you, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Mad? Nah. But we are gonna give you a hard time for the rest of your life for this.”
Luke joins in, pulling you into a playful headlock. “Every time we face the Rangers, you better believe we’re bringing this up. Loudly.”
Dawson crosses his arms, giving you a teasing grin. “So, what’s he got that we don’t, huh? Because obviously you could’ve had any of us.”
You burst out laughing, trying to wriggle free from Luke’s grip. “You guys are impossible. I was actually nervous you’d hate me!”
Jack’s smile softens as he looks at you, shaking his head. “C’mon, Y/N. We’d never hate you for something like this. You’re our family. If Rempe’s the guy who makes you happy, then we’re happy for you.”
Dawson nods in agreement, his playful demeanor shifting as he pulls you in for a proper hug. “Yeah, and just so you know, we’ve got your back. Always.”
You can feel a huge weight lifting off your shoulders as Luke releases you from the headlock, replacing it with a gentle pat on your shoulder.
“Just one thing, though,” he says with a smirk. “If he does anything—anything—to make you cry, he’s got the whole Devils roster to deal with. We’re basically required to beat him up at that point.”
Jack nods, grinning wickedly. “And don’t think we’re letting you off the hook for keeping this from us.”
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at the chaos of it all. “I’ll never hear the end of this, will I?”
“Nope,” Dawson says, nudging you with a grin. “That’s what family’s for.”
The teasing continues as they each pull you in for a hug, their support sinking in and reminding you that no matter what, they’ve got your back—even if you did happen to fall for a guy in a rival jersey.
~~
Matt Rempe had faced down some of the most intimidating defensemen in the league, but nothing compared to the feeling of having the New Jersey Devils’ core trio—Jack, Luke, and Dawson—staring him down like he’d just confessed to committing a federal crime.
He knew the second he walked into the empty locker room that this was no chance encounter. The trio sat spread out, each with a look that fell somewhere between a smirk and a scowl. It was a classic set-up, with Jack lounging back on one bench, Luke leaning against a locker with his arms crossed, and Dawson waiting, face serious and unyielding.
“Rempe,” Jack greeted him, his voice entirely too casual for the look in his eyes.
Matt tried to keep his voice steady. “Jack. Luke. Dawson.” He offered a quick nod, holding back the slight wave of unease at their collective expressions. “Didn’t know I was getting a welcoming committee.”
Luke snorted, giving Matt a look of pure skepticism. “Oh, this isn’t a welcome. This is… well, you’re here because you’re dating our teammate. And, like… why?”
Matt blinked, taken aback but trying not to show it. “I like her. A lot, actually.”
Dawson, arms crossed and brows slightly raised, leaned forward. “She means a lot to us. So, here’s the thing: if you do anything to hurt her? You’re gonna have a whole team to answer to. We’re not her brothers, but we might as well be.”
Jack nodded, his tone serious but his eyes faintly amused. “We’re just saying, Rempe… hockey rivalries are nothing compared to us if she ends up hurt. That includes—” he counted off on his fingers, “breaking her heart, ditching her, messing her around, or doing anything that might make her cry.”
Matt held up his hands, expression earnest. “Look, I get it. And honestly, I appreciate you guys looking out for her. But I’d never do anything to hurt her. She’s… she’s important to me.”
Jack and Luke exchanged a look, the latter giving a small nod. Jack smirked, clearly enjoying the theatrics. “Alright. But we’ll be watching. And just know we take shovel talks pretty seriously around here.”
Dawson clapped Matt on the shoulder, a bit harder than necessary. “Good luck, Rempe. You’ve got our blessing. But mess it up? You’ll have all of Jersey after you.”
Matt chuckled nervously, but deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease, knowing he’d just passed the ultimate test of loyalty.
~~
Matt was grinning like a Cheshire cat when he finally met up with you after his unexpected "meeting" with Jack, Luke, and Dawson. He didn’t say a word as he slid into the booth beside you at the little cafe, just shook his head, laughing under his breath.
“What?” you asked, giving him a curious look, sipping your coffee. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Matt leaned back, folding his arms with a smirk. “Oh, I don’t know. Just wondering if you happen to know anything about the shovel talk your teammates just gave me.”
Your eyes went wide, nearly choking on your sip. “No. You’re kidding!” you gasped, already feeling a deep blush creeping up your neck. “They… they actually gave you the shovel talk?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, nodding with an amused glint in his eye. “Jack led the charge, and Luke and Dawson backed him up. It was intense, too—like they were rehearsing for some sort of mafia initiation speech.”
You buried your face in your hands, groaning in embarrassment. “Oh my god, that’s mortifying. I’m so sorry, Matt. I swear I didn’t put them up to it. They just… they’re overprotective.”
He laughed, reaching out to pull your hands away from your face. “Honestly? It’s kinda cute. I think it’s awesome how much they care about you.” He shrugged, a soft, genuine smile spreading across his face. “I’d be the same way with my sisters if they brought someone around.”
You peeked at him, your blush lingering but softened by his gentle look. “Really?”
“Of course,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Means you’ve got people in your corner. And it makes me want to be that much better for you, you know?”
You rolled your eyes with a smile, feeling the embarrassment slowly melt into warmth as you squeezed his hand back. “You’re seriously okay with it?”
“Absolutely,” he chuckled, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “If anything, I feel like I earned my place here now. And hey—if they’re watching us closely, I guess I’ll just have to keep proving I’m worth it.”
“Well, I think you are,” you whispered, nudging him with a smile.
He chuckled, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Then I guess that’s all I need.”
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searchforahero · 6 months ago
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do you ever see urself un-shipping adopted family members?
no hate btw,
nope probably not :] dicktim has dug itself a place in my heart and it is pretty solidly never leaving <3
usually when i write them they're not particularly brotherly tbqh, but i've been working on a dicktim/timives fic lately where ives is. Freaked Out TM by tim & dick LOL its not done yet but here is a section from it (under the cut)
(for context i fucked up the timeline so basically tim is living in gotham, the uncle eddie stuff is happening, jack just died, tim is going to school with ives, and dick has been in between gotham and bludhaven lately. do not think too hard about how little sense that makes)
Dick Grayson is weird, and definitely not Tim's brother. It's been about a month since Tim first left school with Dick instead of taking the bus, and Dick's been coming to pick him up once every week or two since. Tim's been kind of cagey about stuff like how they met and how they got to know each other. Ives knows that Bruce Wayne was looking out for Tim while Jack was in his coma, but he had thought that Dick had been out of town for most of that.
Ives honestly doesn't know a whole lot about Dick, other than what every Gothamite knows, an orphan adopted by philanthropist Bruce Wayne, much like his guardian, he's known to be a bit of an air-head, but left Gotham to pursue policing in Bludhaven. Other than that Ives doesn't know much.
This is the first time that Ives is actually meeting the man. He and Tim had been hanging out at his apartment (which Ives still thought was super weird, who lets their sixteen year old newly-orphaned nephew live by himself? Especially in Gotham), playing Halo and talking shit.
Ives is just about to take the win when the front door goes flying open and Dick comes crashing in, calling out "Timmm, I don’t want to stay at the manor. Can I crash here?" He freezes in the hall between the entryway and the living area, presumably because he spots Ives. Ives is pretty sure he'd been about to crash forward on the couch they're sitting on before he turned the corner and realized Tim wasn't home alone.
He straightens up and smiles at Ives, says "Hey man, you're... Ives, right? Sorry, I didn't realize Tim had a friend over. I'm Tim's brother, Dick." He sticks out a hand for Ives to shake, and Ives just accepts that he'll have to take the loss this round, so he puts down his controller and shakes Dick's outstretched hand. He has a firm grip, firmer than could probably be considered casual, and his palm is covered in calluses.
Tim scoots over so he's sitting at the end of the couch instead of the middle, and waves at Dick, greeting him with "Hey man, you want to play with us?" He turns to Ives, tilts his head as if to say 'that okay?', and what's Ives going to say, 'no'? So Dick flops down on the couch, with his back to the arm rest and his legs thrown over Tim's thighs, and grabs the third controller.
They switch to Call of Duty and Dick kind of sucks at it, and after a few rounds he tosses the controller onto the coffee table and announces "I can't get used to the buttons, you'll never make me an XBox fan Tim."
Tim turns to look at him, frowns, and says "You've gotta admit that the XBox has a cooler design, like what's the PlayStation but a big hunk of plastic? The XBox has style Dick. Style!"
"Who cares about style when the PlayStation has way more exclusives man? The XBox has Halo and..." Dick mimes checking a notebook, "And yep, says here, Halo."
"And Halo is a masterpiece."
Dick pivots, shoves Tim's shoulder, tells him "Stop making that face at me, I don't care how cute you are, I'm not buying an XBox for my apartment."
And that's... That's weird right? There's something distinctly off about the way Dick said that, about the way he called Tim cute, not like an older brother teasing his younger brother, but like someone who- Ives cuts off the thought by physically shaking his head. He's not going to go speculating on his best friend's family like a jerk, especially when Tim has already lost so much.
He tries to ignore it while they keep playing, but Dick keeps poking and prodding at Tim, now that he isn't playing he's all over him, until eventually he just straight up lays his head in Tim's lap and announces that he's taking a nap.
Ives looks at Tim for any indication that he thinks this is weird, but finds none. When Tim isn't giving the TV his laser-eyed focus, he's insulting Ives' skills or brushing a hand through Dick's hair.
Ives is relieved when his dad calls Tim's apartment and tells him it's time to head home for dinner, because with Dick in the room, even asleep, he just couldn't relax like he normally can with Tim. There's something about the man that put him off.
He tries to ignore it, he's clearly important to Tim, and that's what matters, that Tim is surrounded with loved ones and friends instead of being forced to face the enormity of what he's lost alone.
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moongumi · 8 months ago
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⁀➷ ∵  ❝under the allure❞
⟶ adler goes on an unexpected blind date that doesn't end how he expected
⟶ cw. MDNI, smut, age-gap, use of 'kid', lots of cussing, unprotected sex, oral, lots of kissing
⟶ wc. 5.7k
⟶ note. little bitta something i just wanted to write before i go through more chapters of 'with your heart in a headlock', enjoy, i didn't really check this over it was a pure 1 siting smut
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Adler doesn’t expect himself to actually go through with it but after focusing on his entire career on Perseus and practically growing an obsession to it he felt lost after it was all over. Everyone tells him to go out and live, live his life but how is a man like Russell Adler meant to know how to live a normal fucking life. It’s not like he hasn’t tried before, he was married once—had children and well, it didn’t work out for him. He always chose the job over it all.
He knew at least that he could pretend to be normal until the next huge threat needed to be neutralised and he could return to his normal routine of tracking down his enemies.
Yet, it wasn’t unlike Woods to poke and pry at Adler’s patience. “How about you go on a date?”
Adler had a displeased expression on his face, lighting his cigarette before he turned to Woods with a grimace. “Are you kidding?”
“Nope.” Woods drank his beer. On his side his good friend Mason came back after getting more drinks for the table. “I’m serious, let loose.”
“You’re one to talk,” Mason chirped as he sat down next to Woods in the booth. He pushes a drink towards the youngest at the table who catches it with ease.
“Thanks.” Adler said.
Mason took a swig of his beer before placing his drink back on the coaster, pointing his finger towards Adler. “I was the one who came up with the idea.”
Adler looked over at the pair with a confused expression. “What idea?”
“The blind date.”
Wood lets out a sound, before he snapped his fingers, “Right, I forgot to mention that—it’s a blind date, plus it’s already been booked, surprise!”
“What?” Adler’s eye twitched under his shades. He could feel a vein about to pop in his head from the thought of going on a blind date set up by Mason of all people.
Mason who had an excited look on his face, smiled at Adler. “Look, I already set it up and you’d be a right asshole for not showing up.”
Adler could’ve easy rejected even the idea of it but he felt in the moment that he had nothing else to do, better than another day drinking with these two. “Who is it?”
Mason does a fist pump after Adler basically assured that he was going on that date. “Just someone I know.” He had this sneaky expression on his face, one that Adler did not like.
“Woah, is it one of ya’ girls?” Woods asked, with a teasing tone. Referencing the fact that Mason had his way with women and well, he goes through them like he does pints of beer.
Adler groaned at the idea, the ashes of his cigarette peppering down onto the table messily.
“Hey, I promise you she isn’t one of those girls. I mean she’s cute and all.” The look on Mason’s face merely tells Adler that the girl could be one of his girls, had just hadn’t gotten around to it just yet.
Adler sighed, “She doesn’t know about our line of work?”
“Nope,” Mason reassured. “She’s a friend of a friend’s.”
Russell Adler sat in a cafe, way too early for his date tapping away his cigarette against the edge of the ash tray. He hasn’t ordered anything, no drinks or desserts yet. He doesn’t actually know what to order and well, doesn’t want to seem like an asshole—eating before his date arrived.
His date was arriving after her job, after 4 pm, Mason mentioned. 
Adler’s eyes watched the television hanging from a mount on the ceiling in the small cafe, some more things about the Cold War, wherever Adler went he can’t seem to escape the job or the itch to do more about the state of the world.
He doesn’t even notice when you arrived.
You wrote down the cafe Mason mentioned, it was far from your job and well, you had a take a few trains to get here. You would have rather preferred it to be closer for convince but you couldn’t be picky.
You were also late, a lot later than the date was intended for. You even doubted that he would still be there.
So you felt a sense of relief walking into the very busy cafe seeing the man you’re supposed to meet still there, and he didn’t look annoyed at all.
He had his jacket off, resting it over the back of the chair next to him. He wore his sunglasses, Mason mentioned to find a man wearing umber tone aviators, light brown hair and a scarred face. You even recalled over the phone Mason reluctantly asking about the scars.
“He’s got a few scars, if it scares you—“
You scoffed, walking around in your small apartment. 
“Why would a few scars scare me, Alex?”
“You’d be surprised.” 
The scars on his face, there’s many and they were deep yet somehow even from a distance you felt like they suited him—even added to the appeal of him. He stood out in the cafe, something about him. The allure, his nonchalant way of sitting—
“Hi, sorry I’m late,” You said, pulling out the chair slightly squinting when it squeak a little too loudly. “Trains were packed after work.”
Adler gives you a tight-lipped smile, “No worries, I haven’t been waiting long.”
Which was a lie, he had been waiting over an hour but he wasn’t keeping track. Maybe the employees at the cafe were eyeing him up wondering when he was going to order.
You felt awkward, immediately as you sat down. Unsure of what to say to the older man.
“Mason—“
“I—oh, you go ahead.” You almost interrupted him, god, could this not get more awkward.
Adler didn’t seem to care much about the awkward silences or the lack of social skills. You weren’t usually a nervous person, maybe it was just him making you feel this way—you didn’t know much about him at all.
“Mason never mentioned your age.” 
You blinked for a moment, in shock. Mason really didn’t mention anything to him at all. “Oh, uhm, I’m twenty-five.”
“Shit,” Adler sighed, pressing his almost finished cigarette into the ashtray as his other hand came up to his face. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses. “He said you’ve be younger but not—“
You immediately felt the need to explain yourself. “Mason mentioned your age and I don’t mind—“
“Yeah? You’re a lot younger than I am.”
You shrugged, before you drew a menu from the basket on the right of you and looked at the menu for what you wanted in hopes he would continue the date anyway. “Like I said, it’s not a big deal.”
Adler was reluctant, the age thing. A girl half his age, what the hell was he doing messing with this kind of thing.
Adler watched the way you bite your bottom lip whilst you turned the pages of the menu until your eyes would light up at what you wanted.
“Let me order, I come here often.”
Adler nodded, leaning back in his seat. “Sure thing.” He wasn’t usually the type to wonder what others thought of him but he even had a glance around to see what other people would think. What would his ex-wife even think of him right now. But it shouldn’t matter, even if he didn’t want to—he was enjoying it.
You ordered him a red velvet cake and an americano, something about how he seemed like he didn’t enjoy drinking sweet drinks. You weren’t wrong, Adler did only drink black coffee.
“So what do you do?”
Right, he was expecting this kind of question but he hasn’t exactly prepared a lie.
“I’m ex-military, retired now.” It wasn’t a lie but he kept a lot of the truth.
You hummed sipping on your warm latte. “Retired so young.”
“Young,” He laughs, “I’m old, kiddo, old enough to retire.”
“People don’t retire in their forties unless they made enough money,” You said, tapping your feet against the floor. “Plus, you shouldn’t call me kiddo—if you’re interested in me that way…”
Right. Adler cleared his throat, hiding the way what you meant made him feel. He shuffled in his seat.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
He didn’t exactly get a photo of what his date would look like or even description from your assumption. Not even a taste of the personality. You leaned across the seat feeling slightly less awkward as the date goes on. “Hm, what exactly made you agree to this anyway, seeing as Alex didn’t tell you a thing about me.” You giggled slightly at the end, not even on purpose.
Adler could guess that you knew Mason well enough to be on first name basis. You were pretty, he wondered how Mason hadn’t already got his hands on you.
He didn’t know if he should tell you the truth or make up something pretty to make you feel good about yourself.
“I didn’t have anything else to do.”
You shrugged, seemingly unfazed. “At least you’re honest.”
Adler takes a sip of the americano, it tastes really bad but he doesn’t make it noticeable. “What kinda’ job did you come from?”
“Oh, I work in a cafe—kinda funny seeing as we’re in one now,” You mentioned. “If we’re being honest, I wouldn’t have chosen a cafe for a first date, you also don’t seem like the type to hang in cafes anyway.”
“You’re not wrong, I’m glad we can both be true to ourselves.”
You’ve almost finished your drink at this point and well, you can see that he’d barely drank his. His eyes even behind the almost opaque sunglasses you could tell he was focused more on the television behind you than you.
You kicked your feet under the table, brushing your bare leg against his trousered ones. “Let’s go then, maybe a walk will do us well.”
Adler doesn’t remember what a real date is supposed to feel like but even now he could tell it was a strange situation. The pair walked side by side.
He wasn’t sure if he was willingly to commit anything to this, to you. He could feel you brushing your arm against him walking closer to him to avoid bumping into anyone else on the sidewalk as he was approaching a nice park. It was winter, very cold.
He held his arm out for you, almost instantly you looped your arm around his biceps holding your body against him for warmth.
“Seems like some men don’t understand that they don’t own the sidewalk.”
Adler chuckles slightly at your complaints. He could smell the faintness of your perfume, it smelt nice—he couldn’t complain. He also can’t deny the fact that you were attractive, by all means, Mason seemed to only know pretty girls but they tend to lack anything more.
You appreciated him accepting your want of physical touch. You recalled your phone call with Mason.
“Is this guy your friend?”
Mason hums, before he responded. “Yeah, I’ve known him a while.”
“What have you told him about me?”
He laughed, “Nothing, surprise him.”
“That’s a terrible idea, this is going to be awful.”
He clicks his tongue, feeling the need to ask, “You sure you’re alright with it, he’s a lot older than ya’.”
“You’re a lot older than me, Alex.
He laughed again, “Yeah, but you’re not interested in me.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re annoying.”
Mason scoffed, “Well, he’s definitely not an annoying guy, he can just be a little…different.”
“What kind of different?”
You can tell Adler was a very calm individual, he tends to take control of situations. If he was in the military he must’ve been a good rank and well he ended up with scars like that on his face yet he’s alive—says a lot about him.
You were facing his scarred side, and just something inside you wanted to feel them. Caress those deep edges of his skin—
“Wondering how I got ‘em?”
You snapped out of it, letting out a soft chuckle. “I was but, you don’t have to tell me.”
He seemed to like that answer. You two stayed quiet as you walked towards a frozen lake, a few people were seen skating across. 
Adler watched the way your face lights up seeing the skaters. You released him and walked up towards the edge of the lake.
“Seems fun, didn’t bring my skates though.”
Adler chuckles, “You don’t want to see me skating.”
You liked how he was joking around with you, it felt natural. “I doubt you’re that bad.”
“You don’t wanna’ see an old man like me skating like that.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “You’re not that old. You seem capable.”
Adler was merely pretending to seem like the average man his age. Of course he was capable, the things he did for his country proved that.
“So, how’d you know him?”
You looked back at the older man, with your brows furrowed. “Who, Alex?”
“Yeah.”
You hummed, “Family friend, I have an older brother.” Short and sweet. 
“Do you enjoy your job then?” Seems like Adler had the hang of the whole, small talk thing and you merely entertained it as you continued to walk toward somewhere you could possibly sit at.
“Not particularly, I just do it—for now,” You said. “I’d prefer something more exciting, maybe I should join the military—“
“Don’t.” Adler interrupted, cutting you off with a stern look. “It’s not worth it.”
“You did it, you’re telling me there nothing about it you enjoyed?”
“That’s personal preference,” He explained. “There’s a lotta’ things better for you to do.”
You stopped in your tracks, “Or are you doubting my capabilities? Maybe I’d be a great spy or something.”
Adler chuckles, even if the slightest sense of his serious tone was still prevalent. “Sounds like something you could do.”
“I’d do you.” The words came out of your mouth faster than you could stop it. Your hand reached up and covered your mouth.
Adler lets out a short chuckle, slightly like a scoff. “Jesus, you’re just like Mason.”
“Woah, I’m not a man-whore like him.” You act offended.
Adler raised his hand, shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant, you’re straightforward like him not the other thing.”
You breathed out, pouting instead. “Whatever.”
Adler could tell you were joking around with him but he still felt a pang of guilt. He followed you as you sat down in front of a fountain.
He sat down next to you, his thigh brushing against your leg. He now notices how short your skirt was, a lot shorter now that it’s ridden up your legs.
He noticed the way your tights had little snags in them, maybe from a long days work. This makes him wonder if you were wearing your work uniform underneath—get your head out of the gutter, why was he thinking of this?
You could tell he was looking, at your clothes at the slightest peeks of your skin. You bit the dried skin off your lips before talking to him.
You leaned back, your hands rested against the cold concrete of the fountain. “I don’t expect you to think this date was amazing.”
“It was great.”
That sly smirk on his face.
“Don’t lie, not all dates go well—sometimes first dates just suck.” Your age was definitely playing a part in this, the way you talked about how casual dates were too. It was nothing like how Adler had experienced it when he was younger.
He then thought if there even was a chance he would have a second date with you—if he even had the time, seeing as the Cold War was only nearing it’s end and he would be needed. He didn’t have all the time in the world as he had played it off like he did, he wasn’t really a mere retired man.
In a selfish way he wanted to see you, know more about you and see the way your cheeks reddened whenever he’d catch your excited gaze.
The way you bite your lips waiting for his response. Like you were just begging for his attention.
Your soft hand come to rest onto of his rough, aged hand. Your fingers feel at his callouses and the lines of his palms underneath. He could tell you felt a lot more comfortable with him, being close to him and actually being able to tell if he liked you.
He did like you but he can’t just forget that he liked a lot of things in the past but the job always came first—or well, he always chose it.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Your voice was soft, lingering with disappointment.
Adler’s eyes looked for your expression, he can’t tell what you’re thinking when you’re looking down avoiding his gaze like that. Yet, he entertained the thought. “What am I thinking?”
“That this isn’t going to work out, ‘cause you’re not willing to commit to it—‘cause I’m too young—“
“That’s not the reason—“
You don’t let him speak. “It doesn’t have to be serious. I don’t need it to be, this could last one night, a few weeks or months—even a year, Russell.”
Adler sighed, reaching into his pocket for another cigarette at the idea.
“You’ve not been on a date recently have you? Girls these days don’t all need someone to marry them,” You continued, attempting to convince him further. 
It was quiet clear to him now. What you wanted from this. He can’t deny, it was something he wanted but felt like he couldn’t get it without the entire ordeal—your words made him feel like it was valid to imagine it being much more casual.
“A little fun won’t hurt anyone.” Your voice lingered in his ears
He was easy to convince after that. You felt an even strange sense of giddiness managing to make his fold so easily, he seemed like a tough nut to crack.
He wasn’t a tough one to deal with when you had him in your small apartment. On one of the armchairs you had recently bought after needing somewhere nice to read your books.
His pants were hung off his legs as he sat on the fresh chenille cushion, his head thrown back against the back of the chair.
You were on your knees, a hand against the inner part of his thigh and the older holding onto the base of him with a hard grip.
His rough hand held onto your hair like a ponytail to the side of your head, exposing your neck and allowing him to get a better view of your actions. He groaned when he looks back at you with his full attention.
You stopped when he looked away, when he threw his head back in pleasure—to toy with him. You smiled at him, even innocently before prying your lips apart with the tip of his throbbing cock. Your wet lips glide over the slick skin, wrapping those pretty painted lips over it.
He gripped your hair harder forcing you to crane your neck up at him. God, your knees hurt in this position but the fact that between all of that you were getting warmer and wetter by the second couldn’t be denied.
His cock, hot and red slide down the flatness of your tongue to the deeper parts of your throat—you were good, you knew how to handle it. Easily taking him deeper than he expected or even had experienced. He let out the most erotic sounds you’ve heard.
Maybe you did like them older. And the way he still had his aviators on, it was like a power display or something.
“Holy fuck,” He moaned, reaching his other hand down towards your jaw and cheek. He holds your pretty face between his fingers and squeeze them to pucker your lips pulling you away from his cock. “Enough of me.”
You wanted to keep going, to see how long he could hold off—it was like a test. You wanted to prove to yourself you could make a man like him come undone.
Your eyes looked at him through those thick lashes, practically begging for him to handle you. He drew you in with his grip against your cheeks towards his face. His hot breath against your swollen lips.
“What a pretty girl.”
You bit your lips, leaning into him wanting to taste him. He held you back making you whine at him. “Mean.”
He chuckles darkly. He’s the one to make the move, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
Those scarred lips taste like heaven, a heaven one could only reach from crawling through hell. It burns so good.
You taste the dew from his tongue, rolling yours against his as if you could become one with him. His lips were so soft even with the scars, you could feel them and it added to the danger of it all.
The roughness and sloppiness of the kiss had his glasses sliding around, you reached your hand up and pushes his glasses off his face, it falling somewhere behind him.
You practically whimper against him. He released his grip on your cheeks, his hands finding their comfort in your waist gripping you closer to him.
He basically pulled you onto his lap. His bare skin rubbing against your tights, you could feel his erection—hot and leaking against the risen parts of your skirt. Your ass was hanging out of them, one of his hands reached down to grip onto it pulling you into a rolling motion against his groin.
“Fuck, keep doing that.” You almost melt against him. The only thing separating his cock from your core was the thin layers of the thighs and your thong.
He gripped the tights so hard they start to snag and rip against his fingers. He toyed with the flimsy and barely existent fabric of your thong. “What kinda’ girl wears a fucking thong to work?”
“A girl like me.”
He groans, ripping your tights even more. “You don’t mind right?”
“No,” You whimper against his lips. “Do whatever you want.”
With the tights out of the way there wasn’t much in his way. His fingers danced on your hot lips, fondling them and feeling at the warm skin. He felt it now, how wet you were.
“You’re this fucking wet already, holy shit.” Even he’s surprised. He pulled away from your lips, peering over to look at the way your cheeks giggled when starts to move his fingers.
“When’s the last time you fucked a girl my age, Russell?” You teased. “We all get this wet.”
His fingers pressed harder feeling the raw skin hidden between the folds, it felt like fire under his touch. “Holy fuck—you’re so fucking wet.”
He pushes his fingers past the fabric of the thong pushing it away. With the pressure the top of it pulls harder against your clit and adds to the experience. You moaned when he pushes his fingers inside, they slipped in so easy even he let out a deep sound from it.
“You don’t need much prep, do ya’?”
You shake your head, pressing your lips against his scarred cheek. “I like it when it hurts a little.”
“Holy fuck.”
His fingers were all the way in, curling and looking for where it feels the best for you. He doesn’t struggle to find it. Your face contorts with pleasure, nearly drooling against his face.
“Fuck, it feels good.”
Adler hummed, continuing to add another finger to the mix. “Good, tell me what you like, pretty girl.”
“I like everything you do, Russell.”
He turned his face towards your lips, capturing you into another deep kiss. The angle of it and the pressure. Your hands rested atop his shoulder, allowing you to roll your lips into his fingers.
You turned your head, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. “I want your cock.”
“Always so upfront, huh?”
“I know what I want.” You stated, reaching in front of you to undo your uniform. The buttons come undone easily and you merely leave it on.
Your breasts look like they are threatening to escape that tight bra, Adler reached over with one hand to cup your breast squeezing them between his fingers. His eyes glued to the way they bounce and the way your face reacts to his touch. He slipped his fingers under the fabric to feel at your nipples, hard just for him.
“Anywhere on your body that isn’t perfect?”
You rolled your eyes, he really did know the right things to say. “You haven’t even felt how good I can make you feel, Adler.”
He groans at that, especially at your soft hands reaching down back to his throbbing cock. It’s neglected but for a man his age—he didn’t struggle keeping it hard. You shouldn’t really be surprised, he’s different from most men.
“You sure about this?”
You nodded, biting your bottom lips now he realised it was your habit. “If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be in my apartment.”
Things may have gotten a lot more intense on the bed. You knew you should’ve started trying to kiss him on the bed but it was sort of fun leading him to your bedroom, swaying your hips on purpose.
You stripped down to nothing and laid on the bed awaiting your prize.
“Don’t ask if I’m sure again, you know my answer.” You stated, seeing that look on his face as he takes off his shirt. 
The older man laughs, tossing his clothes and climbing onto the bed and over your body. “How’d you know I’d ask that?”
“Gut-feeling.”
You laid back, feeling his hand gently come up to grasp your cheeks before he pressed his lips against yours again. His kisses were so intense and full of meaning. He desired you so much and you could just tell by the way it felt like he never wanted it to end.
He tastes and explores you with so much experience. His other hand drawing your hips against his harshly.
Your hand reached down towards his cock, grabbing it’s shaft and you pumped it to warm it up again—he only got slightly soft but you also just wanted to touch him.
His hand on your face felt so gentle compared to the way he kissed you like he was hungry—he moved his lips down towards your neck, pressing heavy and wet kisses against the skin, those are definitely going to leave a mark.
Your back arches off the soft bed that had too many pillows and blankets. You didn’t care in this moment what was going to get spoiled, fuck all that. You had your eye on one thing only, Russell Adler.
You drew his cock towards your entrance, rubbing it’s swollen tip against your wet lips prying them apart. Your slick covering his cock with ease, you can feel him trying to hold back. “No need to rush…this is my favourite part.”
You loved the burn on the way in, especially from a cock so thick and heavy like his. 
He presses a gentle kiss against your chest craning his neck down to watch the entry. You pressed his tip harder between your legs, feeling him enter slowly—agonisingly slowly. 
The stretching burn, your warmth cascading onto him. He rested his head against your chest right between your breasts as his breathing intensified. “Jesus fuck.”
His cock stretches you further, he seemed to be unable to hold back after a few seconds of your slow teasing. He pushed his hips ever so slightly making you moan out. “Ugh, fuck.”
You didn’t stop him. His lips pressed against your chest, moving to encase your nipples in his mouth as he fucks his cock into you. He finally buried himself balls deep inside and rests for a moment to catch his breath.
You chuckle, feeling the centre of your pelvis swell and warm up from the pleasure. “You done there old man?”
He scoffs with a chuckle, “You doubting me?”
He pulled out nearly all the way before pushing himself back in with speed, taking your breath away. You choke on your words and only pathetic whimpers left your lips as he settles into an unforgivable rhythm. Maybe he also knew a thing or two about fucking.
He gripped one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder to deepen his depth pressing his palm to the under side of your thigh to force it higher, resting the other on his hips as he drove into your core with his pace.
He rested on his forearm on the side of your face, watching every twist and curl of your face, every bead of sweat that fell from your forehead and neck. He wanted to see what he was doing to you.
“Hm, do you like that, does it feel good?”
You slobbered your words knowing he was teasing you. “Fuck you, of course it feels good!” You were practically crying out the last words.
He could feel it, you getting close. He removed his hand from thigh bringing it to your already punished centre, he places his thumb against your most sensitive bud—rolling it with his large digit with confidence.
He could feel your clenches, you couldn’t even lie and tell him you weren’t close. You were even grateful you didn’t have to tell him, cry out to him that you were going to come.
Your abused hole told him enough, spluttering and making pathetic noises on it’s own. He couldn’t even pretend it wasn’t making him so fucking close too, all of it, your face, the way your body reacts to the tiniest touches from him.
He pressed his face against the side of yours, “Come on, pretty girl, come for me.”
He didn’t have to ask again. You released one last whimper, lips quivering and brows stitching together as you came undone, the heat from your stomach spreads all over your body making you shake as you felt the burn build inside of your most sensitive parts.
It felt even better to feel the way he fucked you even harder then, to catch his own release. The way he pressed his lips aggressively and hungrily against yours, tongue basically fucking your mouth at the same time.
Your hands pawed and gripped at his back, leaving marks indefinitely.
His hand on your clit moved up, feeling at the divots in your hips, the curve of your waist towards the swell of your breasts before he rests it back at your jaw holding it delicately.
He fucks his cock into your oversensitive hole, you could feel him blowing his load deep inside of you. It felt so wrong to love how it felt.
He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours after he finished—he pulled out his cock gently as it began to soften.
You were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down. You could see the sweat on his skin and his perfect hair now messy and greasier.
He looked down between your legs at the mess, the cum spilling out of you. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
You were guessing the mistakes made during the haze of pleasure had finally caught up to him. You sat up, breast wriggling around as you did. “Don’t worry about it, that won’t happen.”
He knew what you were referring to, it lessened the worry—he didn’t need more children right now. He still felt guilty, he should’ve been more careful.
He began to sit up, but you reached over and grabbed his forearm. He looked back with a confused expression, “Gotta’ clean you up.”
“No.”
He looked even more confused, “What? You’re not one for aftercare and pillow talk?” 
Adler just had to joke, somewhat of a dig at your age too after your little nick name for him.
You smiled, pursing your lips before your shrugged, “Not particularly but I had other thoughts in mind, old man.”
You pushed him back, forcing him onto his back over the bed. You jumped over him even with your thighs leaking with his fluids. You pressed your lips against his, “More.”
“Gods sake, I’m not like the guys your age.” Adler said between your lips even he had to know when to feel inadequate.
You pulled back, you don’t believe him, “I can wait for your buddy to get ready again.”
And you did, for a couple hours after that anyway. Even Adler didn’t expect himself to be able to go on for so many rounds but he did pass out right after the last one.
“I really can’t go again, kid.”
“Shouldn’t say that to someone you just fucked.”
Adler grimaced, “Sorry, force of habit.”
He was knocked out and you hopped out of bed, ready to clean yourself up. You did manage to tuck him into your bed comfortably.
You reached your bathroom and cleaned up then looking out towards the door to check if he was still sleeping. Very much, sound asleep.
You pulled out one of your drawers and pulled on the hole on the backboard, reaching inside you grabbed a phone.
14 missed calls.
Of course. You sighed. You take the phone in your hand and walk out towards the bedroom again but going straight towards your living room and out the balcony. In the cold rough winter air your shorts and tank top served no purpose of keeping you warm at all, only for slight modesty if a neighbour was to see you.
You dialled the number back, it answers immediately.
“Did you do it?”
You leaned against the cold bar of your balcony looking down on the main road.. “Not yet.”
“What’s taking so long?”
You rolled your eyes, looking around. “These things take time.”
“Yeah? And all this time you were fucking him.” His accent thick, hopefully no one can hear him.
“You sound jealous.” You spot him, a few cars down the road with his windows down and an arm out tapping away his cigarette ashes. “Just part of the gig.”
“Sure, whatever you say—get it done.” His voice deadpanned, “The trash is stinking up my boot.”
He hangs up, leaving you to face the freezing temperates and the weight of what stands between that you will choose to do.
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scarscribblesstuff · 4 months ago
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Cinnamon Buns
Fandom: Redacted Audio
Characters: Lovely, Sam, Darlin (briefly)
I always add a song to go along with a fic so optional enrichment of TWTGA by Bing and Ruth
https://open.spotify.com/track/4ljALrblJ6OyrXFH0PzXwK?si=7T4vQG5tTIiCNMK1nSmo-A&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A5dfUD4mVuuZbcSWBpqJLgz
Basically this is me loving the world that has been built and just how alive a lot of these characters feel. Particularly platonic relationships and I particularly want Lovely and Sam to be best friends so here you go. Spoilers for post inversion stuff btw!
Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work.
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“Do I gotta get one of them camera doorbells now just to stop trespassers loitering on my porch?”
“Sam! Hi, sorry I should've texted you but this was more impromptu than I'd hoped!” Lovely spins to greet him, fidgeting with their fingers.
“Are you okay?” He asks brow furrowing.
“Yes? No? I don't know. I just wanted your company… to talk to you b-but it doesn't have to be about anything serious if you're tired or anything.”
He looks them over, “Let's go inside.” He pulls out his key and unlocks the door.
They awkwardly follow him in, watching him to mimic him taking off his shoes.
“Oh! I made cinnamon rolls. T-to thank you for seeing me.” They say holding out a small tupperware.
“I'm touched, but what's got you so on edge? You haven't been this… well, awkward, since Vincent first introduced us Sp-” he quickly cuts off the old nickname, inwardly cursing himself.
They swallow and look away, silver eyes catching on the small lights in his kitchen.
“I wanted to ask… i-it's silly and stupid and stuff and you don't have to because it sounds I guess weird or- or- arrogant to want this-”
He notices the tupperware creaking slightly in their hands as their grip tightens and he gently takes it from them, setting it down on the table.
“I ain't gonna judge, you know that. I never do.”
They level him with an unimpressed look, “That's bullshit Sam and you damn well know it.”
There's half a pause where they're both able to maintain the veneer of seriousness before it cracks and laughter breaks between the two friends.
Sam feels the small swell of pride seeing how their shoulders relax a little after that.
“I don't know what you mean, I am the pillar of all that is good in this god forsaken clan, watching over you headless chickens creating chaos and getting injured.”
“Keep telling yourself that cowboy.”
“You little shit-” he goes to jokingly poke their arm but they dodge out the way lightning fast, jumping up onto the counter opposite.
“Too slow Sam, you really gotta up your game.” They tease. “Honestly you fall down a mountain one time-”
“You what?” Sam asks, his eyes narrowing, quickly sweeping his gaze over them for signs of injury.
Their eyes widen as they realise their mistake. “Vincent didn't tell you…?”
“No, should I have been informed?”
“Nope! I merely had a slight stumble and got a few teeny tiny scrapes and Vincent and my wonderful new healing kicked in and saved the day so really there's no need for-”
“Good luck, you're still gonna get a lecture.” Darlin called out from the hallway, strolling into the kitchen swinging their jacket on.
Lovely deflates at this with a slight pout. “Dammit” they mutter under their breath while the shifter chuckles. Darlin turns to Sam after grabbing their keys off the table.
“I'm heading to Ash’s house, he's practically begging for someone to beat his ass at this new game he got; so David, Milo, and I have been roped into a ‘family game night’” they huff but Sam doesn't miss the slight twitch of a smile.
“Well try not to beat them all too hard or Asher will never let you leave asking for rematches.” He gives their hand a small squeeze, holding it to his mouth before pausing and looking to them for permission.
They give another huff but nod, looking away as he carefully places a kiss on their knuckles and letting them go.
“I'll text you.” They say, quickly turning back to the exit, tossing Lovely a wave. “See you later baby fangs.”
“Bye- oh wait I bought extra cinnamon rolls in case I bumped into you!” Lovely - who had been quietly sat watching the couple - jumps to their feet and rummages through their bag for another ridiculously large tupperware. “Here! For the pack.” They say holding it out to Darlin.
“Oh. Thanks.” They say a little gruffly, gently taking the container from Lovely. “I'm sure the pack will love these.”
“How many did you make?” Sam says, incredulously looking between the massive container, Lovely's bag, and the additional container on the table.
They shrug. “A little over two hundred I think, by accident!”
“How the hell do you make two hundred cinnamon rolls 'by accident'?”
“Well I wanted to make some when I decided to see you, then I thought I might bump into Tank and so thought I should at least try to make some extras. But then I finished them so fast that waiting for the first batch to prove was taking forever and so I made more whole I was waiting, and thus created a kind of cinnamon bun mlm scheme?”
Sam chuckles and even Darlin lets out a small scoff of laughter. “Well I'm sure the whole of Dahlia is grateful for the cinnamon buns, even if it was at the cost of all the flour in the region.”
“Hey try them first old man.” They joke, “Dahlia might come for me with stakes yet.”
That made Darlin snort properly before pecking Sam on the cheek and grabbing their motorcycle helmet.
“Okay I really have to go now or David will have my ass for being even later than I already am.”
Once the door was shut Sam turned back to Lovely with his signature mother hen look. “Was the reason you stress baked to hell and back the reason you're here right now?”
Lovely deflated slightly, picking at their fingers again. “Straight to it huh?” They smile sadly up at him, taking a deep breath. “I've been working on, saying what I need more with my therapist. I've gotten a lot better but sometimes I still get that block and… well this is something I've wanted to ask about for a good few months now. I wanted to ask before things got too crazy with Summit planning.”
Sam leaned back slightly, a small frown creasing his features feeling his stomach twist slightly at the thought that he'd upset his friend somehow.
“I always hope you can talk to me. You're my friend just as much as Vincent is.”
Their shoulders drop slightly and they smile bashfully at him. “That means a lot to hear you say that Sam, thank you. You're one of the best friends I've had for a while I just…” they consider for a moment. “Ever since I… I died. You stopped calling me Sparky, and I guess I'm asking if you could again.”
He blinks, that not being what he expected at all. “I- What?”
“You don't have to if you don't want to.” They seem more relieved having spoken it aloud, “but I don't know, I liked it and it felt like our thing. I don't want… I don't want our friendship to be another cost of my turning I suppose, despite knowing you're still here.”
“I…” he swallows, “I'm sorry, I just didn't know if you'd want the reminder. I know I sure as hell didn't.”
There’s a quiet as understanding passes through the two.
“But then again I didn't have anyone really. And those I did have I wasn't close to… didn't want to be.” He sighs, rubbing his forehead.
“Of course. You had choice and freedom taken away from you in the worst way possible… I'm truly sorry Sam. You never deserved it.” They add quietly, looking up at him.
He shoots them a wry but sympathetic smile, “Neither did you. Guess we both know a thing or two about that.”
“When I lost my powers I-” they crumple slightly, “I just hope I can get some back at least.”
Sam feels his heart tear in two, driving him to his feet to hold out his arms to them. “Hug Sparky?”
They barrel into his arms with vampiric speed; if he still had air in his lungs it would have been knocked out.
They didn't speak for a while. Just holding each other in the soft dark of Sam’s kitchen.
“It's silly but… I think I miss my eyes the most.” they trail off.
He gives them a small squeeze. “It's the little things that get you.”
The knots loosened a little.
And the night was quiet.
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slayfics · 2 years ago
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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.
Chapter eight: You talk to the girls about crushes.
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Aizawa had stopped the swimming race right before a winner was determined. Everyone shuffled into the designated locker rooms complaining about not being able to decide a winner.
You changed and made your way to start walking home and noticed Katsuki and Eijiro a little ways in the distance. Just as you began to quicken your pace to catch up to them Mina popped out in front of you.
"Such a bummer hu? Not being able to see the winner like that is so lame! Anyway, your walk home is in the same direction as mine and Jiro! Why don't you walk home with us?" She said smiling.
"Uh-" You looked from Mina back to where you saw Katsuki and Eijiro and they were basically out of sight now. "Sure why not," You shrugged trying to mask your irritation.
"I didn't keep you from someone did I?" She said teasingly, nudging your shoulder.
"No of course not!" You said defensively.
"Mhm okayyyy," Mina replied in a sing-songy voice. "Anyway, who do you two think would have won the race?" She asked.
"Midoriya was doing really well," Kyoka replied.
"Yeah, I guess he was hu? But I don't know, I think Todoroki had a good chance! What about you?" Mina said, turning to look at you.
"Who knows, they were all pretty determined," you shrugged.
"Mhm- bet you're just upset Kirishima didn't make it to the top three." Mina teased.
"What?!" You exclaimed angrily.
"Hu?" Kyoka tilted her head to the side.
"Oh Jiro, they have a huge crush on Kirishima. You should have seen their face when he showed up at the pool," Mina said, wrapping her arm around you.
"I do not, Ashido!" You said, shoving her off, beginning to get seriously frustrated at Mina's teasing.
"So- it was Bakugo you were looking at then?" Mina asked.
"No! Just- ugh!" You ran your hands down your face in frustration.
"Hey Ashido, maybe you should just drop it," Kyoka said, realizing your uncomfortableness with the subject.
"Fine! But when you're ready to admit it you better tell me! I can totally be your wing-man or uh wing-woman," She giggled. "After all, I did go to middle school with Kirishima."
"Were you two friends?" You asked.
"Not exactly, he was kind of a lot different back then," She said, her eyes seeming to scan the past for memories of him.
"How so?" Kyoka asked.
"Oh um- well I promised him I'd let the past be the past. Everyone has a right to reinvent themselves at a new school ya know?" She said smiling.
"That's nice of you, to keep his secrets like that. To be honest I kind of pegged you to be a big gossiper." You said bluntly.
"Nope! I can totally keep a secret, promise! So- you should just tell me which boy it is you like already," She said giggling again.
"Here we go again," You rolled your eyes but this time laughing at her playfulness. "You're so fixated on me, what about you two, hu?" You said trying to turn the conversation.
"Oh uh- would you look at that, this is my house," Kyoka said, walking briskly away.
"Hmpf- typical," Mina laughed.
"So... what about you then?" You said nudging Mina.
Mina let out a sigh, "I've never had a crush on someone. But I'd really like to fall in love someday," She said with a dreamy look in her eyes that made you want to vomit.
"Right well- good luck with that. Let me know when that happens," You laughed walking off to your house.
"Ok, it's a promise! We will both tell each other ok!" She said, yelling and waving at you as you left.
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ray4hotchner · 2 years ago
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Fate's Gentle Nudge
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Chapter 2: Breeze
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Early in the morning, Y/N sat in the teachers' room, meticulously reviewing her notes for the day's classes. Her focus was intent, but it was interrupted when her colleague and close friend, Elizabeth, approached. Elizabeth, a third-year teacher at the school, had played a crucial role in Y/N's journey to this position. It was Elizabeth who had informed Y/N about the school's search for a permanent teacher and had even suggested her to the principal. Their bond went beyond the confines of the workplace, a true friendship that had brought them together in more ways than one.
"Hey, Lizzie."
"Hey, morning! How was the parents' meeting yesterday?"
"It was good. The cupcakes were a hit."
"Told you so. So, nothing interesting happened?" Elizabeth's tone carried a hint of curiosity, almost as if she knew something.
"Nope, all regular parental talks."
"So you didn't leave the building with a handsome man like Hank just told me," she smirked. Of course, Hank, the janitor, was a source of school gossip, and he had shared this tidbit with Elizabeth.
She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation. "Why do you make it sound weird? I didn't leave with him," she emphasized, using air quotes, "we just walked out together."
Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up in amusement. "So who was it?"
Y/N's lips quirked into a slight grin. "Why does it matter?" she said, her tone sounding casual as she gave a nonchalant shrug, "He was just one of the dads."
"It matters because you're blushing like crazy right now," Elizabeth laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
"You're so annoying, do you know that?" she exclaimed, punctuating her words with a playful eyeroll, "Why am I even friends with you?"
Elizabeth's grin widened mischievously. "Because you love me," she teased, her hands forming a heart shape in the air, "Come on now, spill." She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"He was Jack's dad, Jack Hotchner."
Elizabeth's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, that cute little blond kid that always comes up to our table on lunch break?"
Y/N nodded with a fond smile. "Yeah, him."
Elizabeth leaned in, her curiosity evident. "Soo… don't make it that exciting, tell me what happened."
Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Nothing, really. Nothing happened. I just introduced myself, and we talked. That's it," she said, attempting to play down the encounter even though her grin hinted otherwise.
Liz gave her a knowing look, crossing her arms in a playful challenge. Y/N rolled her eyes and finally caved in to her friend's curiosity.
"Fine. We talked. A lot, actually," she admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "He has this presence, Liz, I can't even describe it. He just radiates power and authority, and I noticed him right away. But he's also funny, and you have to see how he talks about his son, all soft and gentle. And, well, he's really handsome," she admitted with a slightly embarrassed chuckle.
Elizabeth's eyes lit up, her curiosity fully piqued. "Omg, more! Tell me more!" she practically begged, eager for all the details Y/N was willing to share.
"I just walked up to him and offered him some coffee and a cupcake."
Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up suggestively. "Omg, you were flirting!"
Y/N lets out a laugh. "What? How on earth is that flirting?"
Elizabeth grinned mischievously. "I know you, that's flirting for you."
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "No, no way!"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow playfully. "And did you bring anybody else a cupcake?" she asked with a knowing smile. To that, Y/N doesn’t answer, her silence speaking volumes.
"Shut up," Y/N playfully retorted. "I showed him Jack's succulent, that's it."
Elizabeth's smirk only grew wider. "That's definitely not it," she said knowingly, her teasing tone leaving no room for doubt.
"He may or may not have helped me to clean up afterwards."
"Oh, that's so cute. I bet he stayed behind on purpose," Elizabeth commented with a playful wink.
Y/N continued, her voice carrying a sense of fondness. "So we shared the last cupcakes and started talking. I guess time flew by; we didn't even notice. It was so natural talking to him, Liz," she said, a soft smile gracing her lips as she reminisced about the unexpected connection she had formed.
"He was funny and smart, and he really cares about his son. He's a good listener too; he asked so many questions."
Elizabeth's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Someone has a crush," she sang teasingly.
Y/N's cheeks turned a shade pinker as she playfully swatted at her friend. "Stop it!" she hissed, glancing around the room to make sure no one else had heard. The conversation had taken a turn she hadn't expected, but it was hard to deny the truth behind Elizabeth's words.
"He's a parent, and I'm his son's teacher, Liz."
Elizabeth shrugged nonchalantly. "And? Who cares if he's single?"
Y/N sighed, her expression turning more serious. "Widower, actually. And I think the school will care, a lot. I just got this job; I can't risk losing it," she explained, the practical side of her nature overshadowing any romantic notions she might have had.
Liz opened her mouth, ready to voice her disagreement, but the bell abruptly interrupted her as it rang for the start of the first hour. With a resigned smile, Y/N and Liz exchanged a knowing look, their conversation halted as they both made their way to their respective classrooms, leaving the topic of Y/N's encounter with Aaron Hotchner for another time.
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In the meantime, Aaron entered the BAU, the familiar hustle and bustle of the team's headquarters enveloping him. Penelope, always eager to assist, was immediately at his side, her fingers dancing across her tablet as she informed him about any potential cases that had cropped up. As they made their way to his office, she briefed him on the latest developments, her energy and efficiency a constant presence by his side.
"Enough of horrible things, how was the parent meeting?" she asked, her enthusiasm shining through as always.
"It was fine," he replied with a hint of nonchalance.
"Just fine? How is his teacher? How is he doing in school? Tell me more!" she insisted eagerly. Penelope was the closest thing to a sister Aaron had, and he knew she cared deeply about Jack, just like the rest of the team.
As she was asking, Rossi entered Aaron's office and took a seat, clearly interested in the answer as well.
"So, how is the little guy doing?" he asked, joining Penelope in her curiosity.
"He's doing really well. He's improved a lot in his reading, and his teacher told me he has a lot of friends and gets along with everyone in his class, so that's good," Aaron replied, a touch of pride evident in his tone.
"And how is the new teacher?" Penelope asked, her curiosity undiminished.
Aaron's mind momentarily wandered, thoughts of her smile, her shining eyes, and her pleasant voice distracting him. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he finally answered, "She is nice."
"Nice? Just nice?" Penelope's raised eyebrow showed her disbelief.
"Come on, Penelope. Don't you have work to do?" Aaron deflected, shifting the focus away from his response.
"Of course, boss. I'll be back in my cave if you all need me," she replied playfully before leaving the office.
Rossi remained seated, his gaze fixed on Aaron. "What?" Aaron asked, sensing the unspoken question in his colleague's expression.
"You know I'm a profiler, right?" Rossi said, his arms opening in a gesture of amusement. Aaron sighed inwardly, knowing he couldn't avoid the conversation any longer.
"So, how is she really?" Rossi's voice carried a mix of curiosity and understanding, knowing that Aaron often held back when it came to his personal life. Aaron let out a resigned sigh, realizing he couldn't escape Rossi's persistent curiosity. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting to the ceiling for a brief moment before returning to his colleague.
"I don't know, Dave," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "She's... different. We talked for a while after the parent meeting, and it was... easy. Comfortable." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "She's smart, funny, and there's just something about her that's... intriguing."
Rossi's eyebrows lifted in response to Aaron's unexpectedly open confession. "Intriguing, huh?" he repeated with a knowing smirk.
Aaron's lips curved into a reluctant smile. "Yeah, intriguing."
Rossi chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well, you know, sometimes life throws these unexpected curveballs at us."
Aaron's smile deepened, a mix of amusement and appreciation for his friend's insight. "Yeah, I guess it does."
The two colleagues shared a moment of camaraderie, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Even the most seasoned profiler couldn't predict matters of the heart, and Aaron found a bit of comfort in that realization.
Rossi's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned forward slightly. "So, are you thinking about asking her out?"
Aaron's smile faded a bit, his gaze turning more serious. "I can't, Dave."
"Why not?"
"She's Jack's teacher," Aaron replied, his tone carrying a touch of regret. "It's complicated. I can't risk making things uncomfortable for him at school."
Rossi nodded slowly, understanding the complexity of the situation. "You're a good dad, Aaron. Always thinking about Jack."
Aaron's shoulders relaxed slightly, appreciating the understanding in Rossi's words. "I just want what's best for him."
"Well," Rossi said, clapping a hand on Aaron's shoulder, "life has its own way of surprising us. Just take it one step at a time."
Aaron nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. As his friend's words settled in, he realized that perhaps he didn't need to rush into anything. Maybe, just maybe, the unexpected connection he felt with her would find its own path, one that wouldn't compromise his role as a father.
"Thanks, Dave," he said, offering a genuine smile.
"Anytime, my friend. Now, let's get back to work." As they turned their attention back to their duties, Aaron couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of optimism about the unpredictable turns life might take.
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The day had been slow, devoid of any new cases, the team found themselves in the briefing room, immersed in the pile of overdue paperwork that had accumulated. The clock was ticking closer to 3 pm, the time when Jack would be getting out of school. Usually, his aunt was the one who picked him up. Since Hailey's passing, she had been a pillar of support for Aaron, always there for both him and Jack. She had selflessly devoted herself to them, sometimes neglecting her own needs just to be there for them. Jack was the most important thing in her world, and Aaron was endlessly grateful to have her in their lives.
As Aaron's thoughts drifted through his mind, his eyes remained fixed on his watch, the passing time seemingly more pronounced. Of course, in a room full of profilers, someone was quick to notice his distraction.
"You need to be somewhere?" Emily asked, her curiosity evident.
"Hmm? What?" Aaron replied, startled by her question.
"Your watch. You've been staring at it," Emily explained, concern touching her features. "You're normally not this distracted. Is something wrong?"
The rest of the team lifted their heads from their work, their attention now focused on Aaron, awaiting his response.
Aaron blinked, realizing that his preoccupation hadn't gone unnoticed. He cleared his throat, a faint smile touching his lips as he addressed his colleagues.
"Oh, no, nothing's wrong," he reassured them, his voice carrying a warm undertone. "Jack's getting out of school shortly, and I guess I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment."
Emily and the rest of the team exchanged understanding glances. Derek leaned back in his chair, a playful grin forming on his face. "You know, Hotch, we're not swamped with cases right now. Why don't you leave a little early and pick up Jack? Spend some quality time together."
Aaron's lips quirked in appreciation of Derek's suggestion, but he shook his head. "Thanks, Morgan, but I can wait. Jack's aunt usually picks him up."
Rossi chimed in, a supportive tone in his voice. "He's right, Aaron. You don't need to stick around if we don't have an active case."
The rest of the team voiced their agreement, encouraging Aaron to take the time for his son. As he looked around at their earnest faces, he found himself giving in, his reluctance giving way to the realization that sometimes work could wait, and moments with Jack were precious.
Aaron's resolve wavered as Rossi encouraged him once more, a knowing smirk on the older profiler's face. "Go on, Aaron," Rossi said, his tone supportive yet laced with a teasing undertone. "We'll hold down the fort here."
Derek chimed in with a chuckle, leaning in. "Yeah, go give that young man of yours a big hug from all of us." The rest of the team nodded in agreement, their smiles warm and genuine. Aaron found himself chuckling, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he registered Rossi's mischievous smirk.
With a nod and a grateful smile, he finally relented. "Alright," he conceded, standing up from his chair. "Thanks, everyone."
He had half an hour left, so he quickly made his way to his car. During the drive to Jack's school, he dialed Jess's number and informed her that he would be picking up Jack and surprising him. At Jack's school, the parents gathered in the school playground, and the teachers accompanied the children as the parents arrived to pick them up. Aaron would be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited to see Ms. Y/L/N again. He knew that Rossi's teasing had played a part in his decision to leave early, hoping for another chance to talk to her. He was well aware that she would likely be busy with the children, but there was a certain anticipation in him, a subtle tingling of interest.
The school bell rang, signaling the end of the classes, and soon the building's doors began to open as class after class emerged into the playground. Aaron's gaze swept over the scene, watching as children's laughter and chatter filled the air. He stood there, his anticipation growing with each passing moment.
And then, like a pleasant surprise, he saw her. Y/N emerged from the building, a warm smile on her face. But what caught Aaron's attention even more was the sight of none other than Jack, holding her hand as they made their way outside. His heart swelled with a mix of pride and fondness as he observed his son, feeling a surge of gratitude towards the woman who had taken the time to ensure Jack's safety.
Behind Y/N, the whole class followed, their energy and excitement evident as they gathered in the playground. Aaron's eyes remained fixed on the scene, taking in the sight of Jack interacting with his classmates. He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Y/N, her ability to manage a group of lively kids with such ease.
As the children's laughter filled the air, Aaron couldn't help but acknowledge the subtle tingle of excitement he had felt earlier. He had left work early for this moment, and watching Jack with his classmates, with Y/N guiding them, made it all worth it.
As they walked to their designated spot on the playground, Jack's voice carried with enthusiasm as he animatedly told Y/N a story. Aaron couldn't hear the specifics from his position, but the way Y/N attentively leaned in and responded showed her active engagement in the conversation. It was a heartwarming sight for Aaron to witness his son connecting with his teacher so effortlessly.
As the class began to form their usual positions, Y/N looked up, her gaze scanning the group of parents. It didn't take long for her to spot Aaron amongst them. He met her gaze and offered a small smile, feeling an unexpected flutter in his chest at the sight of her.
Aaron watched as Y/N returned his smile, a hint of recognition in her eyes. The connection between them was brief yet meaningful, a silent acknowledgment that bridged the gap between teacher and parent. He was grateful for the moment, appreciating the way she interacted with Jack and her dedication to her students.
Their gaze held for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. However, their connection was interrupted as Jack suddenly followed Y/N's gaze and spotted his dad amidst the parents.
"Dad!" Jack's eyes lit up with excitement, and he ran towards Aaron with uncontained enthusiasm. Aaron's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and affection as he knelt down to meet his son's eager embrace.
"Hey there, champ," Aaron said, his voice warm as he enveloped Jack in a hug. "How was school today?"
"It was great! I told Miss Y/L/N all about our adventure at the park last weekend!" Jack exclaimed, his words rushing out in his excitement.
Aaron couldn't help but chuckle, glancing up at Y/N with a smile before returning his attention to Jack. "Sounds like you had a lot to share."
Aaron stood up, his hand finding Jack's, and together they walked over to where Y/N stood. As they approached her, he couldn't help but appreciate the way her smile brightened, making her eyes light up.
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Hotchner," Y/N greeted with a warm tone.
"Likewise," Aaron replied, his lips curving into a genuine smile that mirrored the pleasantness of the encounter.
Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, a change from the previous day when it had been down. This new style offered him an even clearer view of her beautiful face, highlighting her features in a way that held his attention. He found himself drawn to her eyes, their warmth and curiosity captivating him.
As the early autumn wind gently tousled her hair, it carried the faint scent of her perfume to his nose. It was a scent that was both delicate and alluring, and he had to exercise self-control not to visibly take a deeper breath. Despite his efforts to maintain his composure, he couldn't deny the subtle pull he felt towards her, a pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment they spent together.
Unlike the quiet setting of their previous encounter, the school playground was now bustling with activity. Children were everywhere, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they played and interacted. Every few minutes, parents approached Y/N to greet her, a testament to her warm presence and connection with both the students and their families.
Aaron couldn't help but observe the way she effortlessly interacted with everyone around her. Her genuine smiles and friendly exchanges showed just how much she was respected and appreciated by both the children and their parents. He marveled at her ability to navigate this lively environment with such grace, her attention easily shifting from one person to another while making each feel valued and heard.
"Did you thank Ms. Y/L/N for the cookies, Jack?" Aaron asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He remembered the excitement in Jack's eyes that morning when he had seen the cookies and how he had told him that they were a gift from his teacher.
"I did! They were really delicious, Ms. Y/L/N," Jack replied, his face lighting up as he recalled the treat.
"I'm glad you enjoyed them, buddy," Y/N chimed in, her own smile reflecting the genuine pleasure she felt in seeing Jack's enthusiasm.
"We don't want to hold you up any longer," Hotch said, noticing that most of her students had already departed.
Y/N nodded, her attention briefly shifting to the departing students and then back to him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jack," she said, her gaze softening as she addressed his son.
Jack beamed at her. "Goodbye, Ms. Y/L/N!"
Hotch turned his attention back to Y/N, offering a small nod. "It was nice to see you again," he said, his tone carrying a subtle warmth.
A genuine smile graced her lips. "Likewise. Have a good day, Mr. Hotchner."
As they exchanged these parting words, Hotch couldn't help but feel a curious sense of connection, as if a door had been opened to something unexpected. He watched as Y/N continued to interact with her students, her presence commanding attention and respect in the midst of the lively school environment.
As soon as they started to walk away, Lizzie hurriedly approached Y/N with quick strides.
"Omg, that's the hot dad from yesterday, right?" Lizzie asked in a hushed tone, her excitement evident.
"Psst, Liz? Someone might hear," Y/N playfully chided, though a dreamy smile appeared on her face. "But yeah, he is."
"He really is handsome and tall! You didn't mention tall," Liz commented, her eyes still fixed on the retreating figure.
"Did I also mention that he's an FBI agent and the unit chief of his own department?"
Liz's eyes widened, and she practically whisper-screamed, "Shut the hell up!" She then grabbed Y/N's arm in excitement, and both of them shared a quiet laugh as they watched Aaron Hotchner walk away from the school grounds.
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wheezyseeker99 · 10 months ago
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Mine: Part 1
Warnings: pining, swearing, teasing, p in v, handjob
((AN: one of these days I’ll go back through the warnings and make them cohesive but today is not that day))
18+, MDNI
Summary: In honor of the flyers first preseason win, I sat down and finished this piece. This one is going to be the best friend’s brother trope because my bestie is a ginger and she always says he looks like her brother. Alternate universe obvs and I used y/n this time.
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Summers in southern California with my best friend, Courtney, are always perfect. I have no cares in the world when I’m with her. I’ve already gotten a tan and she’s burnt to a crisp, which is usual for her. Her ginger hair and pale skin make it impossible for her to enjoy the sun. I’ve read through at least 3 books this week while her mom drove us around on the boat. It’s glorious.
Well, it was until her brother decided to come home.
Cam made his presence known immediately when he got to town. It’s rare that he’s around since he’s a hockey star for an nhl team on the east coast. I knew him before all of that. I knew the long hair boy playing roller hockey in the backyard. The one that I had a major crush on.
It was easy to have a crush on Cam. He’s always been laid back and nice to me. It was hard not to fall for him. I never told my best friend that though, and I don’t know how she’d react to that confession.
The feelings for Cam are still there, which is a problem. A big, big problem. I didn’t notice it until we came in after a day on the ocean. He was laid out on the couch, waiting for us to get home.
It shouldn’t have shocked me that Cam is a man now. When I walked through the door that day, I think I went into shock. His body has filled out since the last time I had seen him. I tried not to stare at how thick his thighs looked or how his biceps flexed. Or even how his shoulders looked when his tshirt stretches over them.
I definitely doubt he would ever look at me the way I look at him. I think it’s that fact that’s driving me up the wall. It’s been two days of being around him so far, and it’s extremely hard not to throw myself onto him. I have never felt this feral in my entire lifetime.
Today I tried to distract myself by helping Courtney and her mom decorate for the ‘Annual York 4th of July Celebration’ which basically consisted of me cleaning the main rooms in the house and making side dishes in the kitchen.
I’m standing over the stove stirring a pot of macaroni for the mac and cheese when Cam walks through the back door wearing nothing but shorts hanging low on his hips and running shoes. My eyes immediately went to his bare chest that’s drenched in sweat. His skin looks so nice when it’s flushed. Little freckles litter his skin along with the thick ginger chest hair. I snap my eyes away before he could notice I was eyeing him.
“Where’s everybody at? I come back from my run and all of the cars are gone.”
“Oh, your dad is going to pick up your grandparents, and Courtney and your mom are at the store. It’s just me here,” I tell him, trying to keep a straight face and keep my eyes away from him.
Cam leans onto the counter next to me. I feel the heat radiating off of him. I know his eyes are piercing into me.
“So we’re alone?”
I nod and keep my eyes on the task in front of me. Maybe if I stay quiet, he’ll go do something else. I stir the macaroni one last time and move over to the sink to drain the water.
“Finally,” he sighs. “I’ve wanted to get you alone since I got here.”
I whip my head to look at him and almost drop the pot. My jaw nearly drops to the floor.
“Huh?”
“We’ve never been alone before y/n, haven’t you noticed?”
I gulp. Of course I’ve noticed but I’d never tell him that. We always have Courtney around. I make sure of it for this very reason. My hands feel sweaty and I’m on the verge of stuttering. I finish draining the pot and bring the drainer to the empty baking dish.
“Nope Cam. I’ve never noticed.”
“Can I help you with this?”
He steps closer to me and I nearly flinch when he takes the drainer from my hands. I wipe the sweat from my hands on my apron and step toward the fridge.
“Sure, go ahead. I need to start chopping the hamburger toppings. The cheese should be ready to stir in if you can do that and then put it in the oven to keep it warm.”
Cam listens my instructions, and comes up next to me while I’m slicing tomatoes. He once again leans on the counter next to me. This time, a lot closer than before. I keep my head down, concentrating on how I need to be slicing the tomatoes.
“Any reason why you can’t look me in the eye?”
“I’m trying not to cut my fingers off,” I say sarcastically.
I stop for a second and look him in the eyes just to prove him wrong, but the moment I do, I get sucked into his blue irises. I don’t know how long I stared into his eyes, but it took everything in me to stop. I cleared my throat and looked back at the tomatoes before slicing more.
“Are you ever going to stop fighting it, y/n?”
“Fighting what?” I ask and attempt to hold my breath. “Why are you asking so many questions?”
“You’ve had a crush on me for years, probably just as long as I’ve had one on you, and you never acted on it.”
I sit down the knife and turn to him. I feel overwhelmed instantly at his words. He had a crush on me? And he knew I had one on him? If he knows, does Courtney know? My mind races with all of the thoughts that I barely remember to respond.
“How do you know that?”
“I can tell when your eyes are on me, y/n. You’ve done it for years.”
“I was that obvious,” I mutter under my breath.
Cam hums in response. He takes my hand into his, “is this okay?”
I nod and he gets impossibly closer, caging me in against the counter. He’s always been taller than me, but I never really knew that he would tower over me like this. My eyes trail over his face. Should I make a move? My mind races back to all the times I imagined this moment as I eye his lips. His face gets closer to mine and his nose brushes mine. His breath is hot against my lips while his eyes hypnotize me.
“You look like you want me to kiss you,” he whispers.
“I do,” I whisper back.
My heartbeat is out of control at this point, beating like it’s going to hammer out of my chest. I don’t think my brain is working at full capacity anymore. A smile spreads on his face and he cups my cheek in his large palm. His mouth hovers over mine. My eyes close when it comes in contact with mine.
Cam’s mouth is like heaven. It’s warm and firm, and I can feel the little scar against my lips.
My hands have a mind of their own. They make their way to his hair, sliding into the sweaty strands. Our tongues tangle, and he groans while his hands make their way to untie the apron from my waist. It falls to the floor and he grips my waist in one hand while his other glides up my body to cup my breast over my tank top. I should’ve worn a bra today but I didn’t, and he can clearly feel that when he touches me. His thumb brushes over the fabric and I moan into his mouth. His hips press into mine when I do. I can feel his erection growing in his shorts, and I know as a fact that this isn’t stopping here. We breathe heavily when he pulls his mouth from mine.
“How about this,” he breathes against my lips, “I turn off the oven and put this shit in the fridge while you go upstairs and wait for me.”
I nearly choke at his words, but I just nod at him mindlessly.
“Yes please.”
He lets me free and smacks my ass when I start to walk away. I turn back to look at him and he has the goofiest grin on his face. God, if I knew he had a crush on me then we could’ve done this sooner.
By the time I’m upstairs, I’m stumbling into the guest room. I looked around and started to panic. My room is a mess. I picked up my clothes off the floor and shoved them into the basket near the closet before I heard the door open. I glance over my shoulder as Cam shut the door and locked it. His eyes dragged down my still clothed body. I swear I could feel fire burning inside me.
“Where were we?”
He stalked towards me, but I put my hand up between us and it landed on his bare, hard chest.
“Wait. What’s going to happen? What about Courtney?”
“I want it all with you. We can settle the logistics and fight with my sister about it later,” he took my hand and slid his fingers through mine.
“Does that mean you’re going to ask me the question?”
“I was going to ask you out on a date first y/n,” he paused, “I was going to earn this, but I want you to be mine. What do you say?”
“I want you so yes Cam. You earned it,” I breathed. “Anything, just let me jump your bones really quick before everyone gets home.”
Cam giggled before I lost my composure completely. I slammed my lips onto his and walked him backwards to the bed. His mouth removed from mine and kissed down my neck to my chest, slowly sliding the straps of my tank top off my shoulders.
“You can jump my bones as long as I can taste you,” he smirked. “No bra?”
“I didn’t think about it.”
“Should think about it. My eyes went to these as soon as I walked in,” he says while moving the fabric down to my middle.
“Funny you mention that. My eyes went to your chest too,” I laugh softly.
“I knew that’s why you couldn’t look me in the eye,” he nips at my nipple and pulls back to look at me. “You need to be honest baby.”
“I will just-“ I grab his hands and bring them to my waistband. “Just take my clothes off.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Cam dragged down my yoga pants with my tank top and underwear, leaving me bare. I shivered slightly from the cool air coming from the vents and my nipples harden at the change in temperature. Cam tugs down his shorts. He tossed them to be with my clothes, and my hands went to his length as he claims my mouth again. He took my hand away and binded both of my wrists in his hand.
“Careful with that hand baby,” he grunted. “It feels too good and this could end too soon if you try that.”
I’m on my back before I know it. It almost knocked the breath out of me, how fast he could man handle me. His mouth covered my nipple again, and his free hand thumbed over the other one.
I hear a strangled moan escape his mouth and he sets my wrists free. My hands immediately went to his hair. Cam grabbed onto my legs and pulled them open so he can settle between them, his mouth still assaulting my breasts. I feel the anticipation deep in my core. It feels like it’s about to boil over and he’s barely touching me. I clench around nothing, waiting for him to make the move. His length ruts against me, grinding slow and steady. I sigh, tugging at his hair. I grip the sweaty strands for dear life when he enters me. My entire body hums in excitement.
“Oh my god y/n,” he moans.
“Move please.”
“So polite,” Cam laughs and nips at my neck. “Being polite will get you what you want baby.”
His hips move steadily but I can’t stop my hips from bucking into his. All of it wasn’t enough. His touch, his mouth, the way his body pressed into me. I need it all and more. His teeth scraped the skin of my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted this,” he groans and drives himself deeper into me. “We fit perfectly.”
“We do.”
I never knew if or how someone could complete another person like how Cam is completing me. I didn’t know the feeling of being whole until now. When his hooded eyes meet mine, he understands it too. The blue irises trailed down my body, groaning when he looks at where we’re connected. I tugged his mouth back to mine, moaning against him. I didn’t even notice when his thumb ran over my clit. I hold him to me, taking in every movement he gives. Everything felt too good.
“So perfect. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life baby,” he rasped between breaths.
It doesn’t take long for me to cum. I cry out as he held me down and pistoned into me, his hips snapping. I barely have time to come down from my high when an idea crept its way through my mind.
“Wait. Don’t cum inside me yet.”
Cam’s eyebrows knit together and he stares at me in shock. I shocked myself too, to be honest. He slows his thrusts but doesn’t stop.
“I want to try something please,” I beg.
Cam lets out a whine. He can’t stop thrusting and I clench around him. The pressure is building again. I smooth a hand over his cheek to distract him. He nuzzles his head into it, waiting for me to instruct him.
“Pull out and lay down. Trust me.”
He obeys, lying down next to me. His sweaty hair is curling at the ends, reminding me of how his hair looked when we were kids. He still has that boyish charm, but as my eyes trail down his body, I can’t help but think about all of the fantasies I’ve had about him.
Now Cam’s body is stretched almost the full length of the bed next to me. Although his body is full of hard planes, his skin is soft. His chest heaved as I got comfortable on my side. He looks pretty like this. I lift a hand to his mouth.
“Spit,” I command him.
His eyes connected with mine when he lets the spit trail from his mouth to my palm. My hand reaches for his length, stroking it slowly as I smash my mouth onto his. I pump him slowly and build speed. Cam’s mouth attacks mine fiercely, the moaning from his lips never ceasing. His hand comes between my legs and he shoves two fingers inside me, pumping in and out. I bite down into his lip at the sudden impact.
I pull my mouth back and speed up my hand as fast as I can go. Cam’s eyes close and his hand is clenched between my thighs. His hips jolt up into my hand, telling me that he’s getting closer.
“You’re going to paint your chest and I’m going to lick it off. Do it for me Cam, you’re being so good.”
His hips jar slightly, moving in clumsy thrusts into my hand until he cums. Streaks of white paint his stomach and chest. It’s a beautiful sight. I lean down and lick his hot skin, swallowing as I go. Once I’m finished, I settle back onto my side and press a kiss to his cheek. He hasn’t said a word yet.
“You’re amazing Cam.”
“Fuck y/n,” he groaned. “Never stop praising me.”
“I should stop. Your ego is going to be the size of Texas.”
Cam giggles and presses a kiss to my lips. My hand mindlessly strokes through his hair. I pulled back and laid my forehead against his. We know we can’t stay here forever. I don’t know how long it’s been when he takes the first move to get up.
“I’m going to shower really quick baby. Stay naked and don’t leave this bed until I get back,” he says playfully as pulls on his shorts and walks to the door.
“I’ll be here as naked as you left me. I’m not leaving this bed until you get back.”
“Good girl.”
He closes the door behind him. Tonight is definitely going to be interesting.
Part 2 will come eventually…
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plague-karm · 8 months ago
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Hadalpelagic Zone Part 6 time hell yeah. It’s been around a month since Sebastian moved in with the gang so this is less of a narrative piece and more of a catch up session…mostly. So here’s how everyone’s been doing recently.
Bentley
•This man is absolutely killing it
•He’s bought a lot more instruments and he knows the basics on how to use all of them (he does accordion solos at least once a day)
•Makes breakfast since he’s the only one with a decent sleep schedule
•He’s beginning to perform a lot more outside of town and he’s become popular as a result
•Him and Lena are still close but they’re drifting a little for “reasons”
•He’s very good at keeping the fact they have a failed science experiment living with them, makes up excuses on a dime and everyone believes him
•Has built up the ULTIMATE button up wardrobe, even in winter he wears them
•”Hey Ley are you sure you aren’t cold in that-?”
•”NOPE!”
•Usually the one to organise events
•Still pisses off Sebastian every chance he gets (he’s very easy to tease)
Lena
•Say hello to the company’s new head accountant!
•She is going up in the world and she shows her excitement in very normal ways (she looks like she’s tweaking in every company picture she’s in bless her)
•A lot bubblier now, she likes telling people about the ✨numbers✨
•Still goes out partying on occasion but has a healthier work-life balance than before
•Her motor issues have come back thanks to her body getting used to normal conditions again, the others help her out if it gets too much
•Dripped out to the MAX. Affliction? Tripp NYC? Cupcake Cult? She has it all (there’s a reason she took the room with the walk-in closet)
•Struggles with walking home at night thanks to all the times she almost got killed in the Blacksite but keeps up a brave face for Valen’s sake
•Still goes to Sebastian’s room whenever she’s stressed out of impulse, she’s quiet though so he doesn’t mind
Valen
•He’s gotten better at going outside
•Has started making felt puppets, does 18+ puppet shows for the others on weekends, they’re weirdly invested in it
•Has started going to therapy to help him process what he went through in the Blacksite (the only one who’s in therapy finally in this group that’s emotionally mature)
•Started back at the florists
•He’s really struggling with keeping the fact that he’s living with an abomination of nature that may or may not be one of the most dangerous creatures currently living a secret idk
Sebastian
•Has somewhat gotten used to living with other people in a normal way, he really isn’t used to being seen as just “a guy” again y’know? Being seen as an equal is weird
•Argues with Bentley all the time, especially in the morning, Lena and Valen bet on who’s going to win
•He got a custom guitar made for him since Lena has a lot of connections, he almost cried when he received it
•His hair’s longer now (he sometimes ties it up)
•He missed normal food so much oh my god
•His sister’s a tattoo artist so she covered up the branding he received from Urbanshade with a badass anchor snake, the trio approves
•He talks to Valen a lot more due to them having the same mother tongue, yes they drink cerveza cristal, yes he orders it in multiple crates (he hasn’t had a drop of the stuff in years let him live 😭)
•He keeps his door open at night because of the amount of times Lena comes in
•He wakes up later than everyone else because his eyes are still adjusting to the sunlight
•His room has bioluminescent lighting on the walls
•He still has trauma regarding what happened to him and his body so his room gets torn up a lot as a result, he cleans up afterwards though. The others are aware of this and they leave him to do his thing (it’s too risky to approach him in his feral state)
•He’s still an alt guy at heart but he wears a lot of fancy stuff for the sake of his dignity (the fuckass cravat gave me ideas alright?)
•I feel like a lot of old music played throughout the Hadal Blacksite intercoms as a form of psychological torture for its residents so their sense of time could get warped so he kind of got used to it after a while. It plays in his room sometimes
•He overhears EVERYTHING the trio talk about upstairs, the blackmail he has is endless
•He knows about what happened to Bentley’s family, but he never brings it up because he has limits, he’s a condescending asshole but he isn’t a monster (no matter how much he tries to convince himself that he is)
•He knows that SOMETHING happened to Lena that caused her to runaway from home…he can never hear it properly though, he hears her humming a lot at night whenever she’s working on analytics downstairs, it helps him sleep
•He also knows that Valen’s still heavily effected by what he saw in the Blacksite, a part of him feels somewhat guilty considering the monsters being released was his doing but he found out that the others didn’t really blame him for going off the deep end so that guilt isn’t something that haunts him all that much
•Still sells stuff but does it in an incognito way (old habits die hard), wears a massive cloak and does it in really isolated locations like under a bridge or something idk
•He becomes an urban legend in town because of this. Bentley really wants to milk it but he isn’t letting him profit off his likeness
•Yes fat fish Friday is canon here, this man literally has whale dna you can gaslight me all you want he is NOT a twink lmao
•Is surprised that all of them are actually doing a good job at keeping him a secret…
It doesn’t last long though.
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lip-service-hoe · 3 months ago
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hi mistress :3 as an inexperienced sub who wants to properly learn to worship his betters, what are your favorite ways to be worshipped/served?
Guide for Lip-Service-Hoe’s Bitches
Hiiii 😏. YES good! You get praise wonderful question🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽. But I’m using you as a rant example.
I’ve changed from like a year or so a when I started so with you’ve done some of these I do not blame you or fault you 💕
Just so you know it’s not completely? finished or reviewed I’ll look over it later a lot of details n shit skip to worship if you want
Myth: I have to be a stereotypical “loser” or “nerd” for her
Nope infact I don’t mind people from the popular crowd, DL subs, business men (????) or
literally anyone in any other social class hell you can be a cow boy, cheerleader (gn), a punk dude, art girl etc. Makes things interesting, “nerds” is so broad like are you an anime or like?? I don’t know what to make of that??
Like punk dude ex: they about how they saw me at the campus or one of my stories / posts love for me to wedgie you in the parking lot of a show or whatever.
It’s not just my acc but in a lot of other websites it waters it down to “nerd” or “losers” = pathetic desperate sub wedgie bitch
its giving:
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Truth: the “nerd” aka the bully victim is usually chosen and can be any social group! I mostlikely can work with it. I actually like don’t mind bullying DLs or people I wouldn’t normally call nerds or losers
irl or psychology I can bully whoever for whatever motive. I can bully tf out of a cowgirl just cause of whatever social situation.
Situation: she’s being compared to me just to agitate me, and make me envious. Response A. I could just bully her. Response B. I find out she likes wedgies or a “shes a slut“ rumor etc
Ex. A I might befriend her and then suddenly her underwear is stuck on a fence post as she just barely can stand on her tip toes.
Ex B. me and my girls, corner her and tease in many ways her asking what underwear she has on. doesn’t mean we wedgie her (yet) maybe playfully tug if we get close, when we do maybe she’s pinned to the ground and recorded.
Genuinely.
Myth: Being wedgied = nerd, submissive
tdlr = you don’t have to be.
what about men?!?? Doesn’t that make him like a pathetic nerd needing to be bullied by his whatever. NOOO FUCK SOCIETY STANDARD OF MEN IT DOESNT AUTOMATICALLY I’ll give “the dealer” skateboarding dude a wedgie
maybe I’ll make him yield, cause he won’t give me the shit I want for a party or is trying to hassle me, I’ll pull his ear, suddenly I’m saying I’ll tell his girlfriend this and that. All while his buddies are watching the whole thing can laugh at him abt it idc I got my liquor and drugs
DL jockish dude
I/someone gave him a wedgie once now he’s lowkey obsessed looking up videos online, forums, asking his friends about if they ever experience them. now he’s been asking if I could do it again or on stumbled onto my acc
Truth: It’s about getting them to yield or submit “nerds” just do it faster. bonus points if they like it. Maybe your someone I bully casually
What this means is this you need to do something to make me bully you. Whether you can control it or not. And how you respond to it can be up to you like now, your posting about jerking off after I’ve given or you seen me giving someone a wedgie. Maybe not expecting to like it that much.
I don’t mind needy nerd bitches but like I never had a nerd beg me for a wedgie before it’s weird and that’s fine. They like when I call them weird, or devote themselves to me. It’s just not really any flare to it again another nerd in the crowd, a girls gotta have her worshippers.
Don’t feel weird about needing to be a nerd. putting yourself higher or on a different social class. It’s just all the more fun to be surprised or knocked down or secretly into it.
I’ve seen dom nerd fanfic before.💀💀
Worship
Worship is basically anything that would further cement my status
It’s making me continue to feel the popularity / social royalty, in my day to day life. THESE ARE ALL EXAMPLES!! Feel free to be creative. Ask if not sure.
I have “rules” / boundaries on my pin, for the most part I ignore anything that I do not like.
Nonsexual worship:
Compliments
This can be about my physical features or like anything really!
Hoping I have a nice day like etc.
even posting or @ing abt me with like cute gifs etc, “💐💐💐 for @“ even when I don’t respond it’s simply worship
Account dedication
This can be sexual or non sexual
But I don’t mind being tagged in posts you create for me.
Or reblog someone post with wish @ would do this to me.
I might “mark” you personally if I find you interesting. as in, you’re my new bitch.
freakky worship LMAO
Humiliation
Literally make posts: text or photos, degrading yourself or praising me about how good “I” make you feel. or what “I” made you did to yourself.
I don’t think there’s any wrong way to do this 💀 if so I’ll put a “👎🏽”
DM me, photos vids etc or tell me what you did to yourself etc
Let me know if I can screenshot it and put it on my page
Make me aware of what I shouldn’t say or do like
use 💬 if this stays in dms or 📣 if you don’t mind this being shared
I like showing my work tbh.
Idea 💡: doing something humiliating on or off screen
Ex: recording giving yourself a hanging wedgie. by tree or public. And sending it to me [BE SAFE BE SAFE BE SAFE] my lawyer says I’m not held responsible but stillllll
💡Doing something humiliating without tagging me, completely out of context, for others to see and then sending the post to me. Maybe later you can give lil context
Writing and posting drabbles about me indirectly,
Ex: I’m imagining “the pretty girl” [etc, etc etc] then sending it to me.
Money
If you’d like to tip me for my work or for just existing that’s worship. diamonds really are a key to a girls heart 💎. I do this for my own creative benefit but some people like being bullied for their lunch money. Who am I to complain.
Things I’d be willing to negotiate
Doing sexting convo / scene
Maybe audios degrading you,??
Hypnotic humiliation?
Irl pictures (yep.)
Actually being sent something a gift? bought something? or being given money to buy something.
Subtle findoming (up to personal interpretation)
Giving me money for like a drink, nails, etc you can decide by writing it the little send note
💡 send me a certain amount of money like consistently or like random days / amounts.
Faux Blackmail 😈 (LMAO but like actually tho?? That might work? With a scene or rp that’d actually?? I’m a genius.)
Let me know if you’re interested. Im not expecting much?? Don’t rip me off tho Ill make sure every dom in this community knows about your account. maybe we can actually do scenes n shit depending on how much you give me.
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gladdygirl18 · 8 months ago
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This one is gonna be somewhat of a quick TTS, but knowing me, its gonna end up being longer than expected
TW: slight angst, mention of sex
Blue me, orange BF
So about a few days ago, either Monday or Tuesday, my boyfriend went to the mall and I had gotten some pokemon cards. We have this thing where we would buy them and open them together.
well.... i got a little impatient and opened a few without him. in the end we opened the rest of them but on the drive back to his place, i could tell he was upset cuz the drive was too quiet. When we got back to his house, he had this upset and disappointed look on his face, and it was almost frightening. Making this clear, he didn't yell at me or strike me (he is not that kind of boyfriend at all)
after i apologized and said that if he was upset still, I was going to give him some space. he then had me sit on his lap and had a talk about patience, and i absolutely felt horrible because (side rant) my boyfriend and I are waiting to have sex on our marriage night because of my religion. I'm Christian and waiting until marriage to have sex is a deal breaker for me. If you are not willing, then we're not meant to be together, and my boyfriend is willing to wait however long it takes. Yeah, he talks about what he wants us to do on our marriage night, but have we ever did it? Nope. He always tells me im worth the wait, which is why he is waiting
This is something big that he is waiting for with me, and I felt awful cuz i couldn't wait 5 minutes for him to open pokemon cards. After he went upstairs to grab something to eat, I had basically curled up into the corner of the couch and kinda wept silently (i am a very emotional person and if i do smth that isn't "acceptable" or right or if i accidentally and unintentionally upset someone, I tend to let it eat away at me and i cry)
I then kinda fell asleep for a bit and then I just hear my boyfriend saying "Glas, I'm here. I love you. Don't apologize I'm here. It's ok"
I woke up in sweat and tears and laying in my boyfriend's arms.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah, w-what happened?"
He just shook his head and pulled me closer. Then I started tearing up again, saying over and over "I'm sorry. I should've waited you. You're waiting with and for me for something big and I can't even wait for you to open pokemon cards."
"Hey hey, its okay. I forgive you. I was a little upset yeah, but I shouldn't have expressed it as if i was angry at you. I'm sorry. You have nothing to apologize for."
For like half an hour, I just kept crying and saying "I'm sorry" because I genuinely felt so bad for what I did, even though it was something so small, it was something we did together and i kinda ruined it by not waiting to do it with him.
After I finally calmed down, my boyfriend scooped me in his arms, "are you feeling better, honey?"
"a little..."
"good enough for me!"
he then starts tickling me all over (side rant but related) whenever I am tired or feel emotionally drained (especially after crying a lot) I literally become numb to tickles. Like its just a weird sensation that doesn't make me laugh, giggle, or squirm. My boyfriend is very persistent though, and always knows how to break through that numbness.
"Come on, baby, please laugh."
he then moved to my feet, tore off my socks, and started tickling them. I will say I was squirming a lot, but I wasn't laughing.
"I really need to buy you those cuffs.... that way I can tickle you mercilessly!"
AEUTUWNFNAFUGE I CANT WITH HIM 😭😆💖
The way he said that made him sound so silly and goofy. He then started tickling my thighs, sides, armpits, my neck, and he was just cooing teases at me.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" "Coochie coo!" "Tktktktktk!"
When he started tickling the spot near my waist and hip, I finally started laughing, and my boyfriend couldn't help but laugh along. I remember sliding off the couch with my top part hitting the floor, and ofc, my boyfriend took advantage of that and started tickling me until I fell on the ground.
After that, we went into the kitchen to heat up some late night dinner. I then reached up and hugged him, "Thanks for that, and again, I'm really sorry for not waiting."
"Again, you have nothing too apologize for. I don't even like the pokemon cards that much, but I like opening them with you because I know it makes you happy when you get the really rare ones"
I DONT DESERVE HIM 😭😭💖🥰😭💖
so yeah, not much tickling tickling in this but i needed to give the context. sorry if it was a bit on the angsty side, and i will say i was tearing up a bit writing this cuz even now, it still hurts a bit, even tho my boyfriend has forgiven me for it.
More to come, so stay tuned!
tagging: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @otomiyaa @burningablaze @cutesmokes @jettorii
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sgt-scottymoreau · 1 year ago
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NSFW Alphabet
I have seen this floating around for awhile and I finally sat down to make it for Scotty!
You know the drill peeps. MDNI 🔞
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Scotty is very pro aftercare. Talking of what they did, making sure her partner feels loved and comforted. On her side, she get pretty hungry afterwards give her some cookies and cuddles and she is in heaven!
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
Her arms and breasts are part she loves of herself. In her partners, she doesn't really have a preference.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Althought she didn't like to swallow when she started to experiment sexually, she's now fine with it. Otherwise, she loves the sensation of stickiness on her body. Definitely a creampie lover.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Althought she never been in one, Scotty does fantasize about gangbang once in a while. Bukkake is on the same list 🤭
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
She is very experimented. Sex is her way to reduce the stress of her work. Some drinks, others run or smoke, meanwhile Scotty just have some fun. She used to have a lot of one night stand during her army era. She calmed down a little by the time she joined the BSF and was moslty an 'angel' by the time she meet Ghost. Mind you, she did get herself often checked for STD! Health is important.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
Doggystyle, especially if she is pushed against the mattress, and missonary.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
With the right partner, she is a total goof. She can be serious, but a good laugh is always welcomed.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Scotty is hairy, but does trim. As much as for her partner, she also doesn't like the sensation when it gets a little too bushy down there. She keep it short, but will never shave completely.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
Because of her history, she doesn't see much of the intimacy aspect of sex. However since she dated Ghost, she learned what it meant to be more romantic during the act. She mostly translate it by giving a lot kisses, to let him softly touch her skin, this is what feel more romatic/intimate to her.
J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)
She is feels comfortable with it. Mostly will masturbate on her own because she need to release some stress and no one can help or she is bored.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise(receiving/giving), Roleplay, Degradation (done only with a partner she trust), Creampie, Voice, Soft BSDM (she is a huge sub), Semi-public (the idea of being caught, but not actually be), Edging
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Any places will do for quickies. For longer session, bed or couch, somewhere comfortable is more likely.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Tease her a little, whisper sweet nothing in her ears, be a little bossy with her and you might turn on all the right buttons! Althought she knows when it's time to be serious and listen to Ghost's orders. Doesn't stop her to tell him how hot he was after the mission is done.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Any painful acts/games (would includes knifeplay, anything ressembling torture and the like of what she could go throught with her line of work) Spanking/slapping to a certain level; gently and with someone she trust it's ok. Anal, big nope.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Scotty loves to give oral! According to Ghost, she is quite good at it, a little deepthroat prodigy! She likes to recieve but notc craving it intensily.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Being the sub that she is, she will match the pace of her partner. Depending on her mood and the time they have, she enjoy any pace.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She loves them! Although she would say otherwise, she likes do quickie where Ghost will finish himself not her, because it means she can get the real thing later for sure ;)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Going back to Kink, Location and Quickie, Scotty is willing to take a risk of public sex. She is also pretty open to experiement other kinks as long as it respect her No-Nos
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
She has a lot of stamina and the most round she lasted was 5. And the longest session she had, being edged and teased for a while, was 4 hours.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
She never owned toys till she moved out of her parents house and calmed down on her one night stands. She had a few and they are enough to help get off. She did had female parnters used strap-on on her or double end dildo.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Scotty will tease till she get herself in trouble. That's her favorite thing to do. Add a little bit of her acting bratty because she wants to push the limits! 🍒 Going a bit in my AU here, but when she is paired with Soap, these two would make a game out of who can tease Ghost the most or team up to work him up really good.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She is not very vocal unless she feels comfortable and safe. Or if her partner demands that she is, she can make it so.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
Safeword! Can't emphasis on how this is important to her. Becasue of her very open exprience with sex, she has healthy relationship with it. To her most of her more intimate escaped are such because it was mutual trust and respect. Scotty wouldn't hesitate to tell someone to fuck off if they don't have a minumum of respect for what is about to happen. 🍒Scotty is very sub/bottom, she doesn't like to be in charge. Soap being the most versatile of the three often get her to play a little more assertive if he support her in their antics with Ghost.
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Love to wear lingering when at home or off duty. Probably a D cup.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It depends on her mood really. Nowadays, it's on the normal side. Unless she built up some tension/stress. However too much stress might make her just want some cuddles since she dates Ghost.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Depends on how long the session was. A short one, she might still have energy to go around or for some pillow talk. A long one, give her ten minutes, especially it it involves cuddles afterwards, and she is gone!
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the-grey-stickfox · 1 year ago
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The Prison break Part 1- Little bit of cake and Hap hazard planning.
“Ah…Henry, your my cell mate aye?” The look on Fox’s face was…less than pleased to say the least.
“Ahh…hehehe…Hey Fox….” Henry waved hi a bit nervously before being pushed into the cell by Rupert.
“Try not to tear the guys head off Fox ok?” Rupert chuckled a bit with a small smirk.
“I should say the same to you, aren’t you getting a new partner soon? You can be a bit rough with people in general.” Fox teased returning the smirk as Rupert immediately began to frown.
“Oh shut up, and have fun with your new cell mate.” Rupert waved his hand as he walked off definitely mad he lost that little interaction.
As Rupert left Fox slowly shifted his gaze to Henry who was slowly shimmying to a corner waving nervously at Fox. “Heheheheh….h-hey man…..long time no see…”
“It’s only been a few weeks.” Fox had a unamused look on his face.
“R-right yeah…uhh…sorry about…getting us caught…” Henry chuckled nervously as the door to the cell block can be heard closing, which had Fox’s whole expression and mood shift immediately once he knew it was just them.
“Ah it’s no problem, happens more often then you think with some rookies or one timers.” Fox shrugged non chalantly.
“Wait your…your not mad??” Henry just stared for a second, absolutely confused and baffled by the sudden shift in attitude and mood.
“Nah, not really, this is just one of the few times I got caught too. Usually I can split from the group before I get caught but…there’s no escaping what we got stuck in.” Fox simply waved it off.
“O-oh…that’s…that’s a relief…so…you being mad at me a gonna be apart of the act huh?” Henry sighed sitting next to Fox.
“Yup, don’t worry, it won’t be for very long.” Fox rubbed his chin in thought for a moment, before looking over at Henry and giving him a gentle pat on the back.
“They treat you alright? As you can tell I got stuck with the sassy guard.”
“Ehh….so and so…some were nonchalant and others were just rude.” Henry shrugged.
“Hmph, as expected they just care about getting their shift done and going home. Plus a place like this usually don’t get much action.”
“So….you got a plan on getting us out?” Henry tilted his head.
“Nope, not yet.” Fox shrugged. “But I’ll think of something, for now get comfy.”
With that Henry looked out the cell to see no one was coming in and sort of sat next to Fox, getting comfy as best he could on what’s basically a cot hanging off of the wall and just tried to pass the time maybe figure something out , while Fox began to brainstorm on some ideas.
~a couple of days later~
Henry was minding his own business looking out window kind of staring off at the sky, meanwhile Fox was chatting Dave panpa one of the guards that was actually decent to the two, trying to gain his trust by having regular conversations about normal life, hobbies and such, and it was apparent that it was working cause at times Dave would be having to try hiding his smile and laughs during or after some of his talks with Fox, though it did seem like Dave was starting to develop a crush for Fox, because he seemed to be blushing and getting a bit flustered at times from Fox’s jokes or complements.
Henry took note of that and once Dave left and was gone Henry got Fox’s attention.
“Hey Fox, are we going to be having Dave help us somehow when we find a way to break out…?” Henry tried to whisper as best he could.
“Possibly, but if we have someone on our side we could have a chance to get something off of him or from him, possible special treatment sort of thing, heck, if we get extremely lucky or desperate, we can take him with us to use as hostage at least until we get out or to help us sneak out…that would be good.” Fox smirked a bit.
“Woah…huh.” Henry thought for a sec seeing the merits of that idea but did kinda feel bad for Dave since they were trying to use him for their own ends.
“I gotta ask though, do you actually like Dave? Does he seem like a decent guy to you?” Fox crossed his arms with a slightly curious look on his face but understood why Henry asked that considering he’s new to all of this.
“Yeah, yeah I think he’s a good guy, nervous for sure but, he seems like good folk, so if we do need to use him, let’s keep it at a last resort.” Fox had a softer tone to it.
“Well…I just hope we don’t have to use him as a hostage for sure, that wouldn’t be exactly fun…” Henry shivered a bit from the thought.
Fox leaned against the cell bars looking down the halls for a bit, not seeing any guards coming in the block, and decided to try to see if he could find a way out for a bit.
~a day later~
fox and Henry were just off doing their own thing in their cells, whatever they could even do for fun before Rupert and Dave showed up and Rupert looked rather pleased. “Boys, you’re both free to go.”
For a sec on Henry looked happy but fox just looked stoned face knowing that ain’t true, which was quickly confirmed as Rupert began to laugh seeing Henry’s reaction. “Hahahahaha, just kidding, but we did get this package for you.” Rupert then tossed the package into the cell rather nonchalantly.
“Don’t get your hopes up, we already checked the package for anything you could use to escape, ain’t that right Dave?” Rupert looked to Dave who was immediately nervous.
“Hahaha…yeah totally cause if I didn’t I would loose my job and I don’t wanna loose my job..! Hehehe…heh…” Dave awkwardly and nervously rubbed the back of his neck as Rupert stared at him confused for a second before letting it go, confident there isn’t anything dangerous in the package and the two guards leave.
Fox and Henry look at the package and each other confused before opening it and seeing it was… “a cake…?” Fox said very VERY confused now.
Henry examined the cake for a second seeing it was a real cake, and looked inside to see what could possibly be in there….
To be continued.
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duhragonball · 1 year ago
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Neon Genesis Evangelion 11
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Most of this episode is just characters restating the problem over and over.
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Basically, Tokyo-3 experiences a power outage. The NERV base is also affected, which results in Misato and Kaji getting trapped in an elevator the whole time.
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What makes this especially irritating is that the story keeps teasing interesting plot developments only to abandon them immediately. For example, the episode opens with Ritsuko and other NERV staffers discussing the three Magi supercomputers that run Tokyo-3's government. So maybe the blackout is tied in with the Magi? No, it's not. Ritsuko had planned to run tests on Eva Unit 00 today, so maybe that's what caused the blackout. No, it wasn't that.
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Oooh, maybe Gendo Ikari sabotaged his own facility, as part of some weird scheme he's up to... nope, he doesn't know who did it either. He just knows it must have been a human enemy, which is ironic, since NERV is trying to save humanity from the Angels. Well, at least it'll be fun to unmask the saboteur... no, that never happens. If we ever find out who did this, it isn't in this episode.
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Vice Commander Clownshoes points out how it would be disastrous if an Angel attacked at a moment like this, and that's exactly what happens. So you'd think this episode would be focused on getting the power back in time to fight the thing, but not quite.
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Mostly, the focus is on Shinji, Rei, and Asuka as they attempt to enter the base without any power. Rei has emergency instructions in her purse, and Asuka declares herself the leader, and they bicker the whole way in. For some reason they crawl through ductwork, and it's kind of boring because it's not like anything will attack them on their own turf. There won't be a malfunctioning security system or anything like that, because the power's down.
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As the Angel threat becomes more pressing, Gendo Ikari orders the Evas to be prepared for launch, using a diesel engine that was set up in case of emergency. We see him helping the others to set up all the stuff with pulleys instead of machines. I'm not sure how any of it works, but whatever.
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So when Shinji arrives, he's surprised to find the Evas ready for use. Ritsuko tells him that his dad believed that the pilots would show up when they were needed, and so they did. Nice.
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So when they're finally ready to deploy, the Evas have to ascend a vertical shaft, but the Angel is waiting above them, secreting a corrosive solvent down onto them.
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They only have a few minutes of battery power to work with, so Asuka finally proves her worth and comes up with a plan. She takes her Unit 02 up into the shaft to defend the others. Rei goes down to retrieve the weapons they dropped earlier. Then she'll hand off the weapon to Shinji, who will open fire on the Angel. Asuka takes the defense job because it's more dangerous and she wants to repay Shinji for helping her out of that volcano in the last episode.
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And it works! Another Angel bites the dust. I think this is the eighth one? It's enough of them that I've lost count.
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With that settled, the kids chillax outside while they wait for the grownups to restore power to the city. Rei waxes philosophical about how humans fear the darkness, so they scrape away at its edges with fire. Whatever you say, kid.
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