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a junkyard dog ain't always pretty but you always love that toothless smile
#i miss tyler bertuzzi#liv in the replies#the absolute way i just got bodied by shake it out coming on as i uploaded the pictures to this post#um. sorry not sorry. the google doc/pdf of the quote that i used for this was literally titled#god fuckin curse the notesapp i wrote two years ago#directly referencing the note i have (pretty sure from when the maple leafs seemed really serious about wanting bert) & i remember#being slammed out of NOWHERE by the sudden thought (because i've been preparing for years for bert to leave) (andreas in feb moe in april)#verbatim: if tyler bertuzzi ever gets traded or retires it's catalog of unabashed gratitude the heart part and i will sob#S T O P#tyler bertuzzi#detroit ride or die#this does actually rival we don't have a future we have a dog for some of these for me which. fuck u past me for being so right about this#things that i need you to know for the narrative: oh dumbstruck is tyler's first nhl game (vs the flyers)#thank you every day is from tyler's hat trick & yes the bruins on knucklehead is intentional because it hurt my feelings#also should note. i'm sorry is from when tyler broke his hand this season & no i'm not okay about the narrative of who is he w/o his hands#yeah yeah yeah. the last five make me want to throw up screaming crying shaking wailing#i made it so much worse by looking at dyl's post#dylan larkin#anthony mantha#andreas athanasiou#catalogue of unabashed gratitude [abridged] - ross gay#my sincerest apologies to fabs i simply could not put him in here he was in we don't have a future we have a dog that was all i could take#should i have abridged the last one to say 'for every day'? yeah probably. did i think of that too late? also probably. wait hang on#ooooookay so i did it so now that tag doesn't make sense but it's fine i also have an alt for dumbstruckand pelican heart :)))))))#what i wish i could've made for u but the pictures don't exist is tyler running down the drive barefoot on the phone the day he got drafted#do you really believe in him? is he a good kid? no problems? you're gonna love him. you're gonna love him.#i'm also fully not even gonna talk to y'all about vrana. i can't do that red string tonight. we're also ignoring sunny#STEVE WHAT FUCKING TEAM ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO PLAY WITH#yes i made this exclusively for me no i don’t care yes i am a lil sorry i love him u’ve heard it all before. dilly i’m kissing ur forehead
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My brother gave our sister a laptop last time he was down here, and she did not want a laptop, so guess who now has a huge ass laptop. ME.
#very much so#when i tell you this is the biggest laptop i have ever touched.#it is bigger then my freaking.16 inch portable dvd player i play console games on!#I think this is a 20 inch laptop.#its OLD AS BALLS DUDE. IT HAD FUCKING. WINDOWS 8.1 ON IT.#and the space bar it sticky (hopefully it'll work better with use tho)#IT HAS A FUCKIN. NUMPAD ON IT??? and a caps lock *kisses* I have missed it.#I've been using a chrome book as my everyday laptop.#and while i doubt this thing will be a daily driver. I am in love with it already.#and my sister said I can put a sleep token stick on it if I want to.
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I finally ran a ttrpg again. But since I'm just forcing the story of dungeons and dragons online onto my friends who do not want to play dungeons and dragons online I just fuckin want to play ddo
#I like ddo#I like dungeons and dragons online#But the only other person I've ever met who liked ddo was an abuser who consistently ruined my self perception#So I just.#Don't play it.#Because now one of the biggest guilds in the game is run by *him*#And no one else I've ever known has wanted to play it with me#And it suuucks you know#It just sucks#I miss my favorite mmo#I want to play it but I'm too afraid of running into *him* again to delve into it again#It sucks and it hurts and I just wanna fuckin play one of my favorite games again and I want to share it with people who do care about me#People who do like me who do love me#And no one. Wants to.#So I don't. I don't play it. I don't play ddo or lol or any of the other games that mean so much to me#Because the only person I can think of who loves those things as much as I do ruined my ability to know myself
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Joey B Imagines: I’m On Fire*
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Summary: When Joe mistakenly leaves his JB9 iced-out chain while at an away game, you bless him with a little photoshoot while you're hours away in Cincinnati.
Warnings: Smut
Paring: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine universe: Just the Two of Us
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*No specific date for this fic!*
(y/n’s pov)
Joe had just left the house for an away game, and due to some work-related stuff, I wasn't able to go with him.
The pouty expression he gave me when we were standing at the front door just a little bit ago made me want to climb into his bag. His lower lip sticking out was oddly convincing, along with his blue eyes.
“Joe, you know I can't go, baby.” - you
“Please… I want you to go with me.” - Joe whined
“I wish I could go too, but I can't, J.” - you
Joe whined once again, but this time, it made me roll my eyes. My annoyance didn't last long, though, as he hunched over and laid his head on my shoulder.
“I love you.” - Joe mumbled
His face being pressed into my neck made his words muffled, but it was oddly adorable.
“I love you too, but if you don't leave now, you're going to be late.” - you
I laughed when he stood up straight and groaned.
“I'm gonna be so lonely by myself in my hotel room tonight.” - Joe
“We can Facetime, goofball.” - you
“Not the same.” - Joe whined
“Okay, enough whining. Goodbye, Joe.” - you
Joe stared at me for a few seconds, trying to come up with a response that didn't show how annoyed he really was.
“Bye…” - Joe mumbled
I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Joe’s lips. When I pulled away, I giggled at the look of his flushed cheeks.
“Love you, sheisty.” - you
“Love you too.” - Joe grinned
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Hours later, I was bored out of my mind, all alone in this big house.
I had cleaned almost the entire house, scrolled through Pinterest, made a dinner recipe I had pinned, and finished a show I had been binging - Fool Me Once.
There was pretty much nothing to do.
All I was doing right now was lying in bed, watching the ceiling fan turn, and feeling kinda sad when I got a whiff of Joe’s scent off of his pillow.
I missed him, and I saw him just hours ago.
That's what happens when your boyfriend turns into your best friend, I guess.
Joe’s game wasn't till tomorrow, but they'd probably just landed at their destination.
Maybe I should text him?
After thinking about it for a few minutes, I made up my mind and texted Joe.
hiiii
Ew, no. Sounds desperate.
What am I even talking about? I've been with this man for six years.
I had almost deleted my message, but Joe answered before I could.
HIIII! 😁
He's such a dork, I thought to myself with a giggle.
Wyd?
Nothinggg, hbu??
Do I tell the truth or make a lie to seem productive? In the end, I told the truth.
Missing you.
My heart warmed at Joe’s message back.
I miss you too. ☹️
Are you at your hotel yet?
It took Joe a few minutes to answer, but his reasoning was ironic.
Just got back from checking in actually. Imma head up to my room, take a shower, and then ft you.
Okay, I'll talk to you then! 🫶
Talk to ya then, I LOVE YOU! 🥰
I hearted his message and than sent the sentiment back.
Love you more, baby. 😘
The conversation ended after Joe’s simple but butterfly-inducing text.
Not fuckin’ possible.
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We were on Facetime for way longer than we should have, but neither of us cared.
The call ended with the usual “I love you more” back-and-forth playful argument.
Joe won in the end, and I can't say I’m surprised because he always did.
After the call ended, I was just lying in bed, my head on Joe’s pillow, just to smell his scent.
I got bored eventually and decided to play around in the closet. Joe always forbade me from trying on his chains, but he wasn't here.
My eyes immediately widened with excitement as I opened the top drawer on Joe’s side of our walk-in closet.
Everything was cleared out except one chain, he probably took them all with him to have options for his fit tomorrow.
“Damn, this is heavy.” - you mumbled
It was the JB9 Nike check chain Joe wore for the AFC Championship in 2022.
One of my personal favorites out of his collection but too iconic to be worn again.
God, he looked so hot that day.
I stared at myself in the mirror, the chain of my boyfriend’s initials and number adorning my neck.
That's when I got the idea.
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Settling into my bed for the night, I grabbed my phone and giggled to myself as I looked through the pictures recently taken in my camera roll.
Nothing but black lace and that iced-out chain.
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Next Day
Joe won his game, and sure, I was happy to see him win, but being miles away from him and unable to celebrate with him put a damper on my mood.
I watched the game by myself in the living room, and then proudly watched his post-game conference.
Just a minute after Joe left the media room, I received a text from him.
Did you watch the game?
Of course. Watched your conference too, baby.
Joe didn’t answer for a few minutes, and I thought he might've gone to take his postgame shower, but his text back made me laugh.
I just got made fun of because I was blushing from your text. “You texting yo girl?”
What did you say back? 😂
I proudly said yes. 😁
A few seconds passed before another text vibrated my phone.
Hey, I gotta go shower, though. We're set to get home late tonight, so don't wait up on me.
What if I want to?
You'll wake up with me next to you in the morning either way, so no need to wait for me to get back.
He was right, so I left him alone to go shower.
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It was around ten o'clock, and Joe had texted me just a little bit ago, saying they were on the bus to the airport.
Out of nowhere, with no context or caption with it, I sent Joe my little experiment earlier.
Attachment: 10 images
When I was left alone with Joe’s chain earlier, I took a little photo shoot with some black lace lingerie and Joe’s chain.
He'd usually take a power nap on his way to the plane, so I was surprised when his response was quick.
Joe sent a picture of himself with his eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock.
The silly reaction picture made me giggle, but I had no idea that Joe had just pulled his bag onto his lap while on the bus in an attempt to hide the stirring between his legs.
Fucking shit, y/n. I'm getting so hard right now that I might have to rub one out on the plane.
No. 😘
Wdym, no?
How do I word this?
You always get pissed when I get off without you, how about a taste of your own medicine?
I don't get pissed…
Joe, honey.
Please, baby.
No.
Joe sighed and put his phone on his chest, discreetly slipping his hand down his sweatpants to rearrange the erection in his boxers. He's so hard just from the sight of nothing but lingerie and his initials in the form of diamonds on your body.
He so wished he was with you, inside you.
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When Joe got home, it was really late.
You were already sleeping, so when Joe slipped into the bedroom he made sure to be quiet.
Joe stood there for a few seconds, just admiring how peaceful you looked while sleeping.
A small smile found its way onto his face when he noticed you were wearing his t-shirt and snuggled onto his pillow instead of yours.
After staring for a lot longer than he anticipated, Joe put his bag down and took his sweatshirt off before crawling into bed beside you.
You stirred for a bit, feeling the presence of someone else near you. After moving around for a bit, you were met with a hard chest, but you knew it all too well.
Joe grinned to himself when you snuggled into him, your face against his pec. He ran his fingers through your hair, and soon, you were peacefully sleeping again.
Feeling tired but unable to sleep, Joe discreetly grabbed his phone to see the messages he wasn't able to answer on the plane and his drive home.
You sent him a video?
Joe made sure his volume was down before pressing play on the video. His eyes went wide when he was met with the sight of you fingering yourself.
All at once, Joe’s heart rate picked up, he started sweating, and his cock stirred in his sweatpants.
He didn't need volume to know you were moaning his name with each thrust of your fingers. Joe was able to read your lips.
The sight of your head thrown back, bare chest, and your sweet heat swallowing your fingers had Joe fully erect in a matter of a minute.
He needed you badly.
Joe can admit he was thinking with his dick and not his brain when he shook you awake. In his defense, most of his blood supply was in the wrong head.
“Joey?” - you mumbled
“Shit- sorry I woke you up…” - Joe
“I missed you…” - you
His heart fluttered, and he hoped you wouldn't shift around and feel him. Please just go back to sleep.
In all honesty, Joe felt guilty waking you up with his sexual needs in mind. He felt horrible and selfish.
“Missed you too, baby.” - Joe
You moved around and Joe’s eyes went wide. Please don't feel it. Please don't feel it.
Abruptly, you paused your shifting and looked up at Joe’s face. Maybe she just found a comfortable spot?
It was hard to make out Joe’s features in the dark, but you could see his piercing blue eyes easily.
Unbeknownst to Joe, you'd felt his hard-on as soon as he got it, but you wanted to mess with him, make him beg for it.
Slowly, you reached your hand out and palmed his bulge. Joe bit his lower lip to stop an audible reaction as you started rubbing him.
“He missed me too, huh?” - you giggle
“Fuck- so much.” - Joe
“Take your pants off, Joe.” - You
Joe shed his pants and boxers off faster than the speed of light, all because his girl asked.
Now that he was completely free from restraint, Joe got even harder, and he didn't think that was possible.
You spit into your hand and firmly grasped his cock, a plan forming in your mind as you started to jerk him off.
Joe was a groaning mess, relishing in the feel of your hand around his length because he'd needed this for days.
Precum was beading at Joe’s tip, so you maneuvered yourself around to take him into your mouth.
“Sh-it.” - Joe moaned
He was close, so close.
“Baby- I'm gonna… cum!” - Joe
You pulled off of him, trying to follow your plan of edging him until he couldn't help but beg for you to finish him off, but Joe was too close to stop his inevitable orgasm.
With a loud moan, Joe shot his load onto your face, some making it into your mouth.
Both of you were surprised when it happened, looking at each other with wide eyes.
“I- I'm sorry…” - Joe
“No, don't be.” - you
You reached out and put a hand on his chest, rubbing comforting circles on it.
He grabbed a tissue off of his nightstand and wiped his cum off of your face.
“That was kinda embarrassing…” - Joe
“Why?” - you
Your voice was soft, a little sad yourself that Joe felt embarrassed.
“I don't know, I couldn't stop it from happening, but it happened so fast. Like under three minutes? That's embarrassing.” - Joe
“Joe, don't be embarrassed. How long you last doesn't matter to me at all, I just wanna make you feel good.” - you
He nodded but bit the insides of his cheeks.
“I think it's kinda hot that I can get you off that fast. Makes me feel good about myself.” - you
“Really? You don't think it's funny or embarrassing?” - Joe
“No, baby.” - you
You leaned up and pressed a big kiss to Joe’s lips, one of his legs slotting between yours, causing you to grind down onto his thigh.
“Mmm, Joey baby.” - you moaned
“That's it.” - Joe
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Next Morning
You woke up with a grin on your face as you replayed last night's events in your mind.
Joe had gotten you off twice with his fingers and tongue before he filled you up with his thick cock.
In the back of his mind, he was still feeling a little self-conscious about his first orgasm of the night, but he wouldn't let it show.
When you two were in the shower cleaning up, you could tell something was on Joe’s mind and that something was what had happened earlier.
Without saying anything, you dropped to your knees when his back was to you. He turned around and looked down at you, his dick stirring to life at the all-too-familiar position.
Despite the fact you two had just gone four rounds, Joe’s craving for you was never-ending.
You'd slowly reached out to stroke him, and you finished him off with your mouth.
He manhandled you back to your feet before pressing you against the shower wall.
“If you want me to stop, I will, but you started this.” - Joe
The feel of his thick length against your behind, and his hands holding you in place was getting you worked up all over again.
“Fuck me, Joey.” - you
You two ended the night giggling in bed as you counted up the number of orgasms shared between you two that night.
“Four for me, four for you, gah-lee!” - Joe
“I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow morning.” - you
“Fuck I might even have a limp.” - Joe
You were pulled out of your fantasies when Joe walked into the bedroom. Toes curled at the sweet sight of him.
Joe wore nothing but a bashful smile, a pair of sweatpants, and raging bedhead.
“Hi.” - you smiled
“Hi. How'd you sleep?” - Joe
“Good. Get in bed with me?” - you
He did as you asked and curled up in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest in the process.
“Where were you?” - you
“Uh… nowhere…” - Joe
You sat up and looked at him, giving him a skeptical look as you narrowed your eyes at him.
Joe sighed and broke your eye contact.
“I was doing something downstairs. It was supposed to be a surprise after you got ready, but you can come downstairs now.” - Joe
You excitedly jumped out of Joe’s arms and ran out of the bedroom, your hand grabbing his as he followed you.
When you two got downstairs, you saw the dining table set up like a date. Breakfast on both of the plates and a bouquet of roses between them.
Joe walked away from you for a second and grabbed a rose.
He walked back up to you and held the flower in front of his bare chest.
“Go on a date with me?” - Joe
You grinned at your boyfriend so big that your cheeks hurt.
“Of course.” - you
Joe handed the single rose to you, and you stood up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his smooth cheek.
“Thank god, woulda been really awkward if you said no.” - Joe
“I'd never say no to you.” - you laughed
The blush on his cheeks went deep, almost to the shade of the rose he gave you.
You spent the rest of the morning laughing with the handsome man you loved so deeply, wondering about how you got so lucky, and thinking about your future with him.
You were so grateful to have a man you could laugh with, share secrets with, tell all the drama to, and have intense intimate moments with. Sometimes, all within the same day or hour.
It was scary to realize how much of yourself you put in Joe’s hands, but you trusted him more than anything.
The sweet thoughts and realizations were swirling in your mind and making you smile. You'd been staring out of the window, but your thoughts were abruptly interrupted…
*BURP*
Your wide eyes snapped over to Joe, who was holding a hand over his mouth and shared the same wide-eyed look.
“Sorry, didn't expect it to be that loud.” - Joe laughed
“Gosh, I love you.” - you laughed along with him
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fem!reader
saccharine
Billy knows your whole thing is being one big tease to him, to other too, but mostly him, and he is close to losing it.
He already had a rough morning after getting barely any sleep. Why, he wasn't sure, but the heaviness in his head was weighing down on his day from the very start. He forgot to pay the innkeeper, borrowing money from Jesse to pay off his room, but now he owed Jesse money. Billy planned on going to the saloon later that day to play poker, but he was dreading it. He knew his tiredness would make it harder for him to play and play well at that. Most of the gang left him alone, seeing the permanent furrow in his brow and the way his shirt wasn't even buttoned right, it was clear it was an off day for him.
But then there was you. You knew he was having a bad day, but you couldn't help it. You always teased him and he always bit back. Not as hard as you would hope, but the game was always a thing. You follow him around that day, having nothing of importance to do for yourself.
He thought it akin to a puppy following you around and every time he turned and saw your smiling face, he'd roll his eyes, his jaw clenching so tight, you were sure he was gonna break his teeth any minute.
"Bonney, do you think I'd look better with your hat?" You run up to catch up to him as he walks.
"No," he replies, his eyes looking anywhere but you.
"Really? Cause I was thinkin'-"
"Can you stop followin' me?" Billy interrupts, his gaze still ahead, so he misses your eye-roll.
"Listen, I have nothin' else to do so I-"
"Well, 'm goin' to take a piss, so I don't think you should follow me," he says, his tone sharp and he looks at you, giving you the quickest, fakest smile he could have. It only brightened your grin.
"Oh, c'mon, I'll just look the other way, I've been around you guys far too long to get weird about that," you tell him, and he seems to know it's the truth, he can’t fight it. He shakes his head. "Leave," and he points back to where his and your horses were.
You're not that easy. Billy knows it too, but he prays to God that you'll see how annoyed he is in this moment and how he wants his time alone. You poke his arm, then jab your elbow at him, "I think I'll stay with you, Bonney."
"I need-"
"I can keep quiet if that's what you really want, but I think it's best if I stick around, what if-"
"Will you just shut up?!" His voice raises, stilling his walking to turn fully towards you. Your eyes are widened a little, but you don't answer his question.
"There's no way in hell you can keep quiet, 'cause all you do is talk. You bother me so much like...," he trails off, then lets out a harsh chuckle, swallowing his words before he spits them out at you, "you're...you're like a pest. I don't get it one bit how anyone likes you. ‘M…’m done with it, I can’t I…you really are a fuckin’ pest.”
His words sink into you. It stings, though you know he's got merit to his words. That you shouldn't have bothered him as much as you were today, that you should have just left when he told you to, but you thought it as much a game as playing poker would be. But Billy is fuming. You can see the anger in his eyes, the way his words rolled harsh on his tongue, the only time you've heard him speak like that was to people the gang was rivaling.
It's hard to stop the tears from welling in your eyes. Your chest burns and you feel the familiar ache in your heart. You try to stop it, but you've never been very good at that. "Pest...okay. 'M sorry, Billy," you say, your voice breaking on his name as your tears start to stream, falling to your cheeks as you sniffle. Once it’s starts, you know you really can’t stop it. You turn your heel and walk away from him. Part of you didn't want him to see that side of you, but it was also too late. Billy's heart drops at the sight. His words echo in his own head, realizing how bad they sound. "Shit, wait," he says, but you keep walking.
Billy's shoulder slump. He's never seen you cry, let alone speak so quietly. He was beginning to think nothing ever upset you until now. He knows he lashed out, but he hopes you at the very least understand why he did. However, to him, he knows he shouldn't have said that. You're a piece of glue for the gang, even he could admit that. Your pure nature was friendly, he knows why people like you so much, but he still said what he said. He thinks about going after you, but he can't. His feet are stuck to the ground as he swallows the lump in his throat.
"Shit," he mumbles to himself, rubbing his hand over his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose.
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How the TF2 Mercs would react to you wanting to paint their nails <3
a/n: I hope you guys will appreciate this, TF2 holds a special place in my heart, I've loved it for years so doing this makes me all giddy inside.
If you have ay requests, please message me! I do CoD and TF2!! Enjoy! <3
Scout
Would be like "I ain't into that type of things, Toots."
After some convincing would let you paint his thumb and only his thumb.
Perhaps he sees you all happy while doing it and says it's okay for just *one more* finger.
Square nails, I don't make the rules.
Which then turns into his whole hand.
Shows it off to the team because YOU were the one who did it and they should be jealous.
"TAKE A FUCKIN GANDER YA BUNCH OF PANSIES"
Would pick off the nail polish as a habit during briefings or when he's not paying attention.
Feels bad coming back to you with his awful manicure.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud, at least you get to hold my hand." Dick
Medic
Would love to have you paint his nails, but he thinks it would cause issues during his procedures
Ya know, cuz he doesn't wear gloves....for whatever reason
"Please.... :(" "Oh... Meine Taube.. How can I ever say no to you?"
100% Short round nails. Maybe not slender/skinny fingers, but they're def on the thinner side.
Ends up forcing himself to wear gloves just so they won't get ruined.
He thinks your careful and skilled hands are very attractive and "intriguing" as you paint them.
He's weird like that, You love it.
He loves you....maybe too much....He'd probably cut your hands off if you said yes.
He's the type to ask lol
Spy
No
No again
Stop asking
He wears gloves anyways, why do you want to so bad?
He doesn't have time for these silly games!!!!
"Mon canard, Please. This is too immature for me" "So you're saying you don't love me?" *Smug look*
You win
He has very nice nails by the way. Perfect nails, perfect slender hands.
He doesn't really say much, but you can tell from his eyes he enjoys such an intimate moment.
He tells noone and shows noone, but he likes to be in his room jsut looking at them, thinking of you.
Would do yours if you asked....nicely
Pyro
I mean this is obviously a yes.
The gloves are off before you finish your sentence.
Scarred hands, maybe missing a nail on a finger, but that's okay.
Picks the colors, they want pink. Lotta pink.
Get's excited when you bring up stickers.
Rocks a pink and purple manicure with a flower sticker on their missing nail.
Becomes a weekly thing, your little spa day. :)
Heavy
Skeptical, but why not? Couldn't hurt.
Lot of surface area, dudes hands are bigger than your face.
He finds it amusing that your hands are so small compared to his.
He's letting you paint his nails, but he'd like some dark colors.
Maybe not black, more like blue or maybe red occasionally/
"One sticker?" "No sticker, thank you" "Okay one sticker" "...Okay, for you"
Sniper
"If it'll make ya happy, doll."
Falls asleep as you paint them.
Rough hands, tan lines from his gloves, he has dirty finger nails :Gross:
You throw in some....cleaning... just cuz you care.
I love this man so much, but oh my god I just know he's musty.
You give him plain black nails, one white nail on his ring fingers
You don't do his thumb, you notice the big bruise under his nail, idk what those are called.
I looked it up it's called Garand Thumb (It's so canon)
You fight with him because you wanna know of it's like a hematoma or not (Gross I know, but I'd do it)
Engineer
Well it's not something he'd find himself doing on his own, would probably think it's silly until he met you.
"As long as I don't look all frou frou after, I'm fine with anything Darlin' "
AAAA TALK TO ME LIKE THAT
Thick fingies, like fat hands a bit, slightly rough because of how much he works. Only slightly because he still wears gloves.
I like to think his hands are covered in oil/dirt most of the time, He does wash them, but he's just always workin on something.
Would wash them before you paint them though. Lovely little you can't be getting your perfect hands dirty.
He wants yellow, give him yellow nails. Like sunshine yellow, like his hat.
He thinks it's "Just lovely lookin' "
Demoman
You don't ask, you just paint them while he's passed out drunk.
You give him rainbow nails, Glitter top coat. You're so mean
Surprisingly soft hands, Big and thick, very soft. My goodness you're even jealous by how nice they are.
He even has the perfect nails for painting. What doesnt this man have?
Oh wait
He's PISSED when he wakes up.
Probably calls it gay (But like....worse)
Sees you sad because of how he reacted.
Slumps in his chair, "They're 'right...."
Grows to like them (more like live with them)
Maybe in like 2 weeks to see hims again, they're still painted, just a bit withered away.
He loves em
Soldier
"DO I LOOK LIKE SOME SORT OF PANSY TO YOU, MAGGOT???"
You offer to do them in the colors of the American flag
He accepts obviously
You do it standing up cause he is just...there. Stiff as a board.
Wide nails, Rough knuckles, calluses.
When you're done he salutes you.
"Well done, Maggot. Now I won't have to kill you." Sure buddy
I hope you guys liked it!!
#tf2#tf2 scout#tf2 medic#tf2 spy#tf2 pyro#tf2 heavy#tf2 sniper#tf2 engineer#tf2 soldier#tf2 demoman#tf2 x reader#team fortress#tf2 imagines#shoukiko
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DP x DC: WHAT THE FUCK, FENTON
I think I've seen something like this somewhere before but I'm also not sure so if there is already something like this, I'm sorry.
WARNINGS: Mentions of Character Death and Grief, Implied/Referenced/Suspected Child Abuse, Depression and Self-Harm? (only implied, but non-graphic) IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING, I PROMISE.
Danny Fenton was dead.
At least, that's what everybody in Amity Park was told after something happened in Fenton Works. Maddie and Jack Fenton insisted that Danny was dead and that a ghost was responsible. Danny's friends and Sister were weirdly quiet though, but not grieving.
No.
Grief was never an emotion that Dash Baxter saw on any of their faces. Instead rage took it's place. A rage that seemed to be shared by Mayor Masters who sudddenly started cracking down on housing laws, regulations, and other issues. He changed is mind of 'Ghosts are the enemy' to 'Ghost Hunting is no longer permitted' much to the annoyance of his "friends".
Dash didn't understand what was happening, what happened to Fentur-Fenton, or why the all the sudden changes but what confused him most was how he felt about it. When he had gotten the news he felt physically sick. He missed two full days of school just because he felt sick. When he went to school and heard some wanna-be A-Listers spreading rumors about how Fenton was in a bad place and had just taken himself out.
Before any of Fenton's friends could even think about shutting them down Dash shut them down by breaking one of their noses.
A few days later he sat with Foley, Manson, and Valerie at lunch. They were surprised and asked him what he was doing there while his friends acted appalled but Dash didn't reply and just put his head down on the table. It wasn't until near the end of lunch that Dash finally spoke.
"I'm sorry... I'll try to be better... for Fenton."
This surprised all of them. Even Dash but what surprised everybody even more was when he started to cry. In the end it was Foley who came over and put his hand on Dash's shoulder.
Nothing was said, but it was enough to comfort Dash and leave him with more questions.
Why weren't they the one's crying? Their best friend had died and they were comforting him? This was bullshit! He didn't even like Fenton!
Right?
It was later that year when Casper High went to Gotham City for a football game against Gotham University. The game was going well until half-time when Star approached them while they were on time out.
"Um... hey guys not to totally like throw off the groove or anything but... isn't that Danny?"
Every member of the gootball team and the cheerleading squad turned to where Star pointed and Dash's eyes locked onto a familiar black haired, blue eyed kid in an expensive uniform. Dash had a split second thought of 'There's no fuckin way that's Fenton. Maybe a look alike?'
But then the kid shrank down slightly between two other teens one with curtained black hair and one with darker skin and Dash knew.
Dash threw himself towards the fence, climbing over the fence and onto the bleachers as Danny held up his hands and stood up quickly. He was pale and anxious, the two teens with him looking ready to fight as Dash grabbed him by teh front of the shirt in front of his whole school.
"WHAT THE FUCK, FENTON?!"
"D-Dash! I can explain, I-"
Danny started rambling out a frantic and bullshit excuse but Dash was just hearing static, ignoring the two teens next to them telling him to put Danny down. Dash then hugged him with a pissed off growl while Danny went stiff.
"We thought you fuckin' died, Man. What the hell..." He whimpered, tears burning his eyes as Danny relaxed and after a moment hugged Dash back.
"Sorry, Dash."
Dash was about to yell at him more when he heard Mr. Lancer shout out.
"TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD, WHAT IS HAPPENING, BAXTER?!" Dash let Danny go and gestured for the teacher to see which was when Dash heard his teacher actually swear for the first time ever. "What the fuck?"
"H-Hi, Mr. Lancer..." Was all Danny could say as an awkward reply.
#dp x dc prompt#Not technically meant to be Swagger Bishie but you do you#Dash is a softie whether he likes it or not#Let Mr. Lancer say fuck#out of everybody he deserves to say it at least once#my prompts
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FUN GAME MY ROLL IS:
5,E,$
yay!!! your roll is: rockstar!eddie, all fours, and paddle ;)
for those wanting to know where this falls in the lore timeline of nepo baby!reader and rockstar!eddie, i'm thinking newly weds lol. as always, minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, nipple clamps, .
"How do you want me?"
"All fours," Eddie looked over his shoulder, standing in front of his 'wall of weapons' as he called it- racks of canes, crops, cuffs, clamps, and everything else he needed to play. It was an upgrade from the torture trunk he used to take with him everywhere, a must have when he built the house and added the sex dungeon.
You slid over the silk sheets, onto the edge of the bed, turning towards the mirrored wall that met the matching ceiling. You knew Eddie would want you facing that way, in the mirror so you could see yourself, see him. He'd blindfold you if he didn't, but he always preferred it this way.
"Mm," Eddie groaned, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked at him through the mirror, his tongue running over his lip hungrily, taking in your bare and exposed backside. "Look at you, baby."
Your body burned with pricking heat, spreading like wildfire down to your core. "What?" You giggled coyly, hooking your chin over your shoulder, lashes batting towards him. "What's wrong?"
Eddie's lips pulled in a grin. "Nothin's wrong. You just look good." His calloused hand smoothed over the soft skin of your thigh, up to grab a firm handful of your ass. "Look so good for me. I've just missed this." He sighed contently, nearly lovingly.
You blinked at him, hips swaying a little. "It's been so long since we've gotten to do this. Been away for so fuckin' long, felt like forever." Eddie muttered, his hand gliding up your spine.
"I know," You hummed. "I've missed you, too." You added with a playful smile that made his own heart swell.
"Good," Eddie hummed, reaching in the back pocket of his jeans. "I picked your favorite." He twirled it around, showing off the flimsy, leather paddle. Black and rounded, he got it in Amsterdam a few years ago. Eddie drug you into this lewd yet snooty sex shop, let you pick it out. An early memory of your relationship, that was just starting to bud and bloom at the time.
"Ooh," You giggled. "Are you going soft on me, Munson? Getting mushy with age?" You teased, biting your bottom lip seductively.
Eddie snorted lightly, lips twitching in amusement, spinning the paddle around. "Yeah? We'll see if you'll think that in a little bit." He smirked, patting your hip a little firmer than he usually would, a foreshadowing of what was to come.
He opted for the softer nipple clamps, adjustable and without the weight, a small chain hooking between each. You writhed in pleasure filled pain when he fastened them on, rolling your nipple between his fingers before hooking the clamp onto the hardened bud, grinning when you whimpered.
"Still feel like I'm going soft?" Eddie asked, gently dragging the leather paddle up your thighs, over your backside, between your legs.
"Well, you didn't use the clamps with the weights on them," You quipped, eyeing him challengingly. "So maybe."
Eddie grinned, softly tapping the paddle to your left cheek. "Oh, I see how you're gonna be." He couldn't even feign disapproval, much to excited for your little bratty demeanor. "Better keep those eyes forward, or I'll get the cane. Understand?"
You nodded, head moving to look at yourself through the mirror. Your pussy throbbed, squeezing around nothing but an aching need to be filled when Eddie softly tapped the paddle to your ass. The room fell silent, the paddle lifting, before cutting through the air with a faint whistle, a loud clap of impact shocking you before the searing pain did.
You gritted, back arching only a little, clamps wiggling and tugging at the impact. You lifted your eyes back forward, watching Eddie lift the paddle again. "Oh!" You grit, the next two strikes of the paddle, one to each cheek making you ache, beginning to build the painful pressure.
Eddie brought the paddle down again and again, building a slow rhythm that began to crescendo, alternating from cheek to cheek, to your sit spots, the top of your thighs. Your nails dug into the silk sheets beneath you, legs wobbling and burning with the straining urge to clamp together. A final spank had you sliding forwards, body shaking with pleasure, glassy eyed and mind numbed with aching need.
Eddie grinned, watching you tremble, falling apart in front of him. Oh, how he'd missed this- how he'd missed you. Sliding his jeans off, he crawled onto the bed, slotting his body between yours, pulling at the chain on your clamps, mouth hot and taking in your own. He pushed your leg up, hooked it over his hip, a wolfish grin spreading over his features when you whimpered, sensitive skin making contact with the sheets. Clawing to him, he pushed into you, head falling into the crook of your neck, a much more loving fucking than what you usually got after playing like this, but one you didn't mind- you'd missed him.
#oneforthemunny#munnytalks#munnygames#rockstar!eddie munson#eddie munson au#eddie munson#rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson smut#rockstar!eddie x reader#rockstar!eddie smut#rockstar!eddie munson smut#eddie x fem!reader#eddie stranger things#eddie my love <3#eddie x reader#oneforthemunny blurbs#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x fem!reader fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#brat tamer!eddie munson#brat tamer!eddie#dom!eddie munson x brat!reader#dom!eddie munson
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Yandere sibling!Dorm Leaders
Pt 1 Riddle Rosehearts (older sibling!reader)
Warning(s): cussing, yandere shit, unhealthy behavior, this shits only good for fiction irl this is no fuckin good obv
Word Count: 1k
A/N: I've been reading a lot of yandere stuff lately and I've been wanting to try it out too. Any constructive criticism would be very much appreciated, cause this is my first my writing any yandere type stuff. Also, tysm to @lorkai for the inspo help.
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Riddle Rosehearts
When the two of you were young, you were always the one to comfort him after any unwarranted punishments, and were often blamed for his mistakes by your mother.
You'd be lying if you said that you were never bitter or jealous about this miss treatment, but you pushed it down in favor of the relief that your baby brother didn't have to be put through what you did.
You found out about Trey and Chenya long before you mother did. Riddle cried and begged you not to tell your mother, to which you assured him that you would keep his secret no matter what. At the time, you believed this was a sign that he wouldn't turn out like your mother and in your excitement and relief you shared all of the secrets you had hid for years even giving him some pointers on where to hide things and convincing lies to tell.
You thought these would have been an amazing bounding moments for the both of you to cherish.
But then Riddle was caught...
You tried to convince your mother that it was your idea, you introduced the boys, you helped hide it for do long (which was only partly un true) but it only worked to give you a worse punishment then him.
After this incident, he started to turn into a miniature version of your mother, with the love of absorbed rules and anger issues. This of course drove quite the wedge in your relationship. As you got older your formulated somewhat of a plan, you would focus on your studies as much as possible, then try and get into a prestigious boarding school, and while there save as much money as you can so once you graduated you don't have to go back and can start a life far away from your mother and her control.
Now, Riddle had always admired you for your intelligence and bravery to stand up to your mother, whether for him or yourself, and he wanted to protect you just as you had always protected him.
As Riddle grew older that strong admiration for you and want to protect you, and mixed with his belief of rules being of utmost importance, it grew into something nasty as time went on.
Riddle had heard you mention your plan when he walked past your room while you were on the phone with a friend. Once he knew you were up to something he was determined to find out what it was. After a few days of eavesdropping on your conversations, he was able to put together enough pieces of information to understand what you were doing.
To say he was distraught would be an understatement, but he quickly composed himself in favor of making a plan to keep you here. With him. Your precious baby brother.
He played the waiting game for his plan to work perfectly, he waited right unit just weeks before your scheduled leave for school. That evening he knocked on his mother's study door,
"Who is it?" His mother asked through the door, in her ever-cold and rigged tone.
"It is Riddle, Mother. I have some things I must inform you of." Riddle replied, his heart racing in his chest as he awaited her response. Deep down he knew exactly that what he was about to do was horridly wrong, but he had assured himself multiple times that it was for your own good.
But what made his heart pound so hard in panic was the thought that you would hate him for this. That you would refuse to speak to him, look at him, or even be near him. The mere thought made him feel like he was going to fall to his knees in tears right then and there. He couldn't live without the love and care that you had always given-
"Alright, come in." After what felt like an eternity, his mother responded, stopping him from spiraling deeper into his thoughts. He took a deep breath, pushing away his worries down as he opened the door.
'They'll understand, this is for their own good...'
Riddle's heart squeezed in pain and sympathy as he stood next to his mother while she yelled at you. But he couldn't help but feel just a twinge of satisfaction at the thought of the betrayal you must feel, that your own brother told every one of your secrets that you told him all those years ago and just maybe a little more for good measure. He wanted you to know the pain he felt when he found out you were going to leave him.
From then on, you weren't allowed to damn near anything, at least not alone, and that included school. She didn't allow you to go to any boarding school and she personally oversaw the rest of your schooling. You weren't even allowed to leave the house alone, which was something that took years of goodwill and trust to earn from your mother.
After that, you were far more distant from your brother, which eventually turned into coldness. Anytime he entered a room, you would leave it, if he tried to talk to you, you would either walk away or glare at him.
All of Riddle's fears had come true, you hate him. He couldn't help but sob to himself in his room after you had glared at him for the first time. After almost an hour of sobbing into his pillow, he managed to calm himself down with a technique you taught him years ago, how ironic., he tried to think of this logically, you were a teenager, teenagers are notorious for overreacting because of hormones, yeah.. that must be it... you would get over this soon... he's sure of it...
Riddle would later learn to understand you more, after a certain redheaded freshman challenges him for Houseworden. He would understand why you did the things you did, and how big of a mistake he had made. He'd do anything to make up for it and keep you by his side...
Anything...
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#im not an older sibling so the reader is kinda based off my older sisters a lil bit#lol#twst#twst yandere#yandere x gn reader#platonic yandere#twst x gn reader#twst riddle#riddle rosehearts#twst platonic#twst angst#twsited wonderland x reader#twst book 1#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland yandere#yandere headcanons#twst hc#twst drabble
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Beautiful from New in Town definitely becomes a massive Longhorns fan after a while.
She gets so into the games now, she spots things in the game before the boys. She argues with them about referee decisions and draft picks.
Joel is so turned on by the whole thing. When isn’t he though?
Whenever Joel tells her how much he loves it she just says “oh i had this really handsome guy show me the ropes at a game a while back” smirking.
AHHH BESTIE!
OH THIS IS FULLY CANON NOW OK??? 110% CANON.
Also I've been watching college football with my husband all day so I couldn't not write this.
LOVE YOU!
Game Time
You watch the Longhorns game with your fiance Joel. A New in Town one shot.
We are going to pretend that Joel is yelling Hook 'em in this GIF, OK? Ok.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (from New in Town)
Warnings: SMUT :D. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only
Length: 1.6k
“Oh come ON!” You were on your feet, yelling so loud at the TV that your throat was starting to hurt. Your fingers were so tight to the bottle of Shiner in your hand that you could feel the pressure of the glass on your nails. “What the fuck was that?”
“What?” Tommy asked, still on the couch and already recovered from the brief disappointment from the Longhorns not able to keep Oklahoma from converting on a third down when they were still in their own territory.
“That missed holding call!” You looked down at him and back at the TV. “Our guy was trying to turn and he couldn’t and they just let it happen, no laundry, nothing. What the fuck! Such bullshit.”
You flopped back down on the couch with a huff, shaking your head as Joel looked at you, an amused expression on his face.
“Don’t know what you’re so happy about,” you took a sip of beer. “They should be back 15 yards between that penalty and yards gained on that down. I swear if they score on this drive…”
You’d become a college football fan since you’d gone to the first game with Joel and Tommy two years earlier. Part of it, you were sure, was because that first game would always be a glowingly happy memory for you. It was the first time you’d told Joel you loved him and the first time he said it to you in return, after all. The fact that you hadn’t even known what a down was before the kickoff hadn’t mattered.
But Joel had also lovingly, patiently explained the game to you as it all unfolded on the field below and you absorbed it all. You’d always been a quick study and it helped that Joel loved the game, getting so excited about it that the happy look on his face anytime the Longhorns came up was plenty of encouragement to learn.
You watched the game every Saturday with Joel and Tommy - and sometimes Sarah, too, now that she was back in Austin - and you quickly had a good grasp of the sport and the players. You kept your phone close so you could Google terms you didn’t know if Joel was too absorbed for you to want to ask him. You had a player roster pulled up at the start of the game so you could match the numbers on the screen to the person and their position.
It had quickly gone from something you did because your then-boyfriend, now-fiance loved it to something you loved, too.
“It looks like there was a missed holding call there,” one of the commentators said as the replay went on, rewinding again and playing it. “Right there…” they circled it on the screen and Tommy laughed.
“Shit, Joel, your girl knows more about football than the refs do!”
“Low fuckin’ bar this game,” you muttered and Joel took your unoccupied hand, pulling it to his mouth to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist. You frowned, looking at him. “What?”
He smiled and laughed a little.
“What, a man’s not allowed to kiss his fiancee now and then?”
You were about to reply when play started again and you got distracted.
You were glued to the TV until the half and Joel excused himself. You were checking your email when you got a text from Joel.
“Come to the bedroom,” it said. “Need help with something.”
You frowned and set your empty beer down before calling to Tommy in the kitchen to ask him to grab you another and going to find Joel.
“What do you…” you asked as you closed the bedroom behind you, but Joel didn’t give you a chance to finish. He grabbed you and pulled you into him, kissing you firm and deep, his tongue delving into your mouth. You opened for him, your arms going around his neck as you pressed yourself against him until you were breathless and separated from him. “ What’s this…”
“Couldn’t not fuck you after hearin’ you talk about football like that,” he panted, voice needy. “One of the hottest damn things I’ve ever heard come out of that pretty mouth of yours…”
He pulled you further into the room and you half-heartedly tried to take your hand back as he did.
“Joel!” You hissed. “Tommy’s here! Sarah’s coming over for the second half and…”
“Better be quick, then,” he said, tugging you to be in front of your dresser, a large mirror standing on the back of it. He shoved your skirt up around your waist and tugged your panties down, leaving them to fall to the floor once they were to your knees. He took you by the waist and put you on top of the dresser, your underwear going from around your ankles to off you completely.
“Joel, this is going to be the damn BBQ all over again!” You protested as he ran a finger over your already wet slit. “You know we can’t be quiet…”
“Tommy can deal,” he said, sliding a finger into you and you moaned, dropping your head to his shoulder. “You really gonna tell me you don’t want this?”
His thumb brushed your clit and you shuddered against him.
“No,” you panted. “But I swear if your brother hears us…”
“Better be quiet and quick then,” he said, unzipping his jeans and freeing his thick length. You spread your legs wide and looked down to where Joel was trailing his drooling tip over you.
“Joel,” you moaned, all quiet and breathy. “Fuck…”
He slid into you in one swift motion with a satisfied grunt and you gasped at the intrusion, your walls making room for him.
“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, looking down at where he was buried inside you. “Look so pretty takin’ this cock… Don’t know how I got so lucky, getting a woman who feels this good and looks this good who loves football, goddamn….”
He started fucking into you then, the thrusts hard and fast and deep. He pushed your thighs open wide and ran his hands up your legs to your center, his thumb brushing your clit. You moaned and he captured your mouth with a bruising kiss, his thumb pressing more firmly against you.
“Gotta be quieter than that, beautiful,” he panted once he pulled away from your lips again. “Not if you want to keep what I’m doing to you in here to ourselves.”
You whimpered but kept quiet, your orgasm building fast. Joel knew exactly how to fuck you now, exactly where inside you to touch with his almost punishing rhythm. Your channel started to tighten around him and you keened and pulled yourself up so that your chest was flush against him. His hands moved from your slit to your back, tucking your hips so your clit was pressed against his skin with every stroke.
“Think you can be quiet if I make you come?” He panted into your ear. You just nodded against him. “Good, because I’m making you come all over me either way, need to feel this tight little pussy come all over me.”
You pressed your mouth into his shoulder as you moaned, digging your nails into his back as Joel adjusted his angle ever so slightly, finding the best spots deep inside of you, making your body tighten more and more around him, the tension of aching pleasure drawing tighter and tighter until your whole body hurt with it.
“There you go,” he said, breathless. “C’mon Baby, come on me, want to feel you milk my cock, you’re so close, just come for me, come all over me.”
Your mouth was flush against his shoulder as you came with a desperate moan. Joel thrust deep and held himself inside as your sex fluttered and pulsed around him.
“Fuck you feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned. “Gonna fill you up, gonna….”
He clenched is jaw and came, his cock throbbing and pumping his come into you as he clutched you close and tight.
Joel held you like that for a minute after you both finished and he pulled back just enough to kiss you tenderly as he slid out of you.
“Stay put,” he ordered, grabbing a towel out of the laundry bin and wiping you clean before slipping your panties back up your legs to your knees. “Already sending you out there looking all fucked out, can’t leave you a mess, too…”
“I do not!” You protested and he laughed once before nodding to the mirror over your shoulder. You twisted to look at yourself and yeah, your pupils were blown and your lips were swollen from where he’d kissed you to keep you quiet. You looked back at him and leveled him with a glare. “This is all your fault!”
“Think it’s more yours,” he smiled, like he was trying to keep from laughing. “You’re too damn sexy, talking about football like that.”
“And I can’t resist you when you proposition me,” you said, sliding off the dresser and tugging your panties up and your skirt down. “One of us needs to learn how to keep their pants on…”
“Don’t look at me,” he smiled, kissing your temple. “Don’t think I’ll ever be able to resist you.”
“So we’re doomed,” you sighed but smiled. “Come on, Miller, before we miss the start of the third quarter. We’re receiving and I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a hell of an opening drive…”
“Keep talkin’ like that and we’re not leaving this room,” he said.
“You’re just going to have to keep it together for the Longhorns’ sake,” you winked.
He smiled back.
“I’ll do my best.”
#fanfic#joel miller x female reader#kit answers#send asks#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#smut fic#joel miller x oc#new in town
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Hey slug! Obviously it's a bit older now, but I was wondering if you might be able to translate Sougyaran BAM, from Kuko? I feel like I don't quite understand the TLs I have seen, so I was wondering if there were certain references or concepts I'm missing here lol
I saw the email notification of this request at the perfect moment. Too anxious to do work or anything else productive. Too caffeinated to sleep. Fuck it. Time to look at Kuukou for an hour.
Under a cut for length
Like a lot of Kuukou's... well, everything... this song is an eclectic mix of elements that can all more or less be distilled into these couple of bullet points:
Trying to fight the listener
Dropping powerful life advice or Buddhist teachings
Claiming his music is both a game changer and the kind of stuff that gets your blood pumping
Scatting, rhyming without meaning, or otherwise making wordplay
Outside of the parts that are straight-up nonsensical, the majority of the rap is very casual to the point of being rude. However, it's also interspersed with formal religious language. Again, both of these are how Kuukou talks, but I get why this would make it difficult for someone to translate.
I talk about this a lot whenever I translate anything, but an important (and maybe the most important!) part of any translation is determining the methodology, focus, and goals before you begin. I figure that if someone's asking me to look at song lyrics for songs that have been out for years, they probably care a lot more about the minutiae of what the character's saying than if I'm writing a rap as part of a longer work where readers aren't going to give it much attention. In that second case, it's probably more important to convey the appearance of a rap--rhyme, rhythm, what have you--and make sure I'm hitting the overall meaning rather than translate word-for-word. You know? The issue is, translating word-for-word would produce mostly nonsense on this one, since my interpretation of its meaning is largely coming from reading between the lines. There's also no real meaning outside of the four bullet points above. It's all vibes. So, this is a vibe-focused translation. When Kuukou says something with no meaning (that I can tell) outside of wordplay, I've exchanged it with a fresh wordplay. At the same time, since I assume the audience wants to know the minutiae, I put footnotes at the very end for the most curious souls. Finally, outside of wordplay moments, there is no attention paid to rhyming, rhythm, or line length.
Also I spent like forty minutes on it so it isn't a polished work of art or anything of the sort.
Lyrics:
You wanna piece of this? That’s cool, tough guy. Bring it on.
‘Cause I’mma mess you up. Hmm? You’ve had enough? Yeah, bitch, I bet you’re fuckin’ SATIETIED. Who the hell do you think you are?
Aw, who I am kidding? It doesn’t matter who you are. I’ve never met an ass I couldn’t kick!
And while I’m here thrashing your sorry butt, listen up.
I’m Kuukou from Bad Ass Temple, representing Nagoya, yo.
And I’m gonna be world champion.
Whazzat? Who do I think I am, some kinda fancy-pants hotshot? Nah, dawg. I’m a monk, haha!
Get in the zone, do it or go home, this ain’t the scene you’ve known. [1]
I’m a rebellious rhymer staging a revolution. C’mon, join me! Let me hear your voices!
“Enough determination can move mountains,” as they say.
Yeah, a-a-a-and I’ve got determination for days.
San gha gharan bam! [2]
S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue [3]
Check, ch-ch-ch-check it, che-wa-watch out
Gha bam!
S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping, BAT’s sexy leader [4]
Kick, kickin’ kickin’ killer
San gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam
Gha gha gha gha gharan bam
Say what? Rules, rules, rules—who the fuck cares about rules?
I’m the ruler now.
A ruler and a schooler. [5] Yo, I’ve got that brand new music—
When I ring this giant bell, people hear that shit far and wide. Beat it!
And lyrics? You already know I spit so much fire they call me a dragon.
I’m all about the impulses, the anarchy, let’s fuckin’ go! I’m a breath of fresh air up in this shit.
Eight pulls, nine pulls, ten pulls—someone say temples? [6]
If you don’t know already, then you oughta listen up. You don’t need any of these options. Go make your own.
Paint that shit vibrantly. Go try something new! And if it goes so well you can indulge in some goddamn rejoicin’? Then hell yeah, now we’re talking.
Yo, man. The world’s all in how you see it, as they say, and don’t you ever forget it.
A-a-a-and I may be a monk, but I’m not preachin’ just to scold you! [7]
San gha gharan bam!
S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue
Check, ch-ch-ch-check it, che-wa-watch out
Gha bam!
S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping, BAT’s sexy leader
Kick, kickin’ kickin’ killer
San gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam
Gha gha gha gha gharan bam
Yeah, life’s got ups and downs. You asking me, “Whatchu lookin’ at?” [8] Your ASS, lol got ‘em.
Wassup, wassup, I’m a rhymer. I’m makin’ some good shit up in here. Hm?
Ey, dance, dance over days when our hearts are aligned [9]
Shoo bidoo doo bidoo Roo bidoo doo bidoo
Tickili tickili tackili-tatt-too
Yeah! Haha! My rapping’s freakin’ EXHILARATORY. Hello!
Aight, c’mon on, lemme give you some of this and wake you right up. Yo, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, ho!
Gharan bam gharan bam
Gh-gh-gh-gh hey!
Bring it on, tough guy!
R-r-rapping, rapping, r-r-rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue
R-r-rapping, yeah, gh-gh-gh, hey!
Yeah, clear the scene, ‘cause I’mma reinvent the scene. [10] Yo, get outta my way.
I’m Evil Monk, the dragon of Bad Ass Temple, you know.
Rrrrrrah!
[1] This last is literally "clear weather (空)" or "energetic vibes (空)." At face value, it appears to be nonsense for rhyming. However, at the very end of the song, Kuukou talks about "the vibes/the scene (空気)" changing and him changing it (which can also be read as the weather changing/clearing up), which makes me wonder if those two are related. Just in case, I wrote them with a possible connection in English too.
[2] 僧伽藍 (sangharan) is a short form of 僧伽藍摩 (sangharama), a Buddhist temple or monastery. Bam is, of course, the sound of Kuukou throwing hands.
[3] 饒舌 (jouzetsu) is a fairly formal word in Japanese to refer to excessive talking. However, I was surprised to learn in the process of TLing this that it's also Chinese for rapping which appears to be how Kuukou's using it here. Also, if you're curious how English "jazzy" became "razzle-dazzle," I realized near the end of the song that I needed to start this word with the same sound as "rapping" (because he scats the j sound on jazzy and jouzetsu) whereupon I set out to find a good synonym. The issue is, I wasn't sure exactly how the lyric writers were using the term, so I put "jazzy" in an English-to-Japanese dictionary to get "loud, invigorating, eye-catching." Yeah, that's Kuukou all right. "Razzle-dazzle" is similar and starts with an r, so there we go.
[4] The lyrics say "xy な leader" (the な is just indicating that "xy" is being used as an adjective, btw) which I assumed means sexy... ekkusu ii said quickly sounds like sekushii. To be sure I wasn't barking up the wrong tree entirely, I ran a quick Twitter search on that line and found a very large number of Japanese Tweeters thinking the exact same thing I was. (It looks like Kuukou's VA once flashed his collarbone on this line in a concert, delighting scores of collarbone lovers everywhere.) That being said, searching anything on Twitter and finding horny Tweets isn't exactly a novel concept. Well, if I'm wrong about this, then at least I'm in the good company of all the thirsty Kuukou fans. Hahaha. If this seems OoC to you, I feel like it's here mainly for fanservice, not necessarily because Kuukou's trying to get some with the person he's beating up and/or preaching at. Although, idk. If you ship Kuukou with anyone, you could very well see some parallels...
[5] Literally "I'll beat up [everything] including the roulette board." Wordplay on rules (ruuru), ruler (ruuraa), and roulette (ruuretto)
[6] Literally "Terapii (therapy), terapii, terapii, tera (temple)-- Oh, the age of temples?" Wordplay/stupid joke
[7] I don't like how I worded this line, but I don't care enough to spend much more time fussing over it. Kuukou's making a joke that, as a monk, he delivers religious sermons 説法. However, in colloquial terms, a 説法 is a telling-off when someone does something undesirable. Kuukou, as a frequent doer of undesirable things, gets these from his dad constantly. Therefore, he's being like, "This isn't the LAME STUPID kind of 説法... this is the kind that ROCKS! *sick guitar riff*"
[8] These two lines seem like complete non sequiturs because they're paired together in Japanese for rhyming. (nami ga dekiru/nani ga mieru)
[9] I admit that I'm struggling to understand this line because the grammar is very irregular. Japanese Twitter is not being especially helpful here, as most Tweets featuring it are some version of "God, this damn song is stuck in my head."
[10] Literally "[Someone] changes the atmosphere/scene. The atmosphere/scene changes." See note 1
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Part I
A/N: So here's the second chapter of Bodyguard. I'm excited to see where this goes, bc honestly right now I don't have everything planned out, I'm just going with the flow. Let me know what you think :)
Y/N pushed her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose, sighing as she attempted to get more comfortable in the chair she'd deemed her work-from-home space. She was pouring through the files that had been sent from her office, signing off on some of the easier cases - shots, medicines, things of the like. She had secured a fill-in veterinary student - the very top of his class - to administer the injections while she healed.
Her fingers were tapping over the keys of the laptop, her eyes never leaving the screen. She was very aware of the presence on the sofa before her, cerulean eyes scanning over her as she worked. She glanced up over the top of her screen, meeting his eyes.
"You know you don't have to stare at me the whole time," Y/N spoke, deciding the silence had gone on long enough. "I don't think I'm going to disappear if you find something else to do."
John shook his head, his hands clasped over his stomach as he sat. "Just doing my job, Miss."
Y/N suppressed a shiver, distaste for the pleasantry. "Don't call me miss, it makes me feel old."
John cocked a brow at her. "You're not old."
"I know," she replied. "But the next thing I know you'll be trying to start with ma'am. Just call me Y/N. Or Bunny."
"Okay," John relented easily. "Just doing my job, Bunny."
Y/N smiled, happy with her win. "Thank you."
They sat in silence for most of the day, the distinct sound of keys being pressed filling the room. John had finally decided to turn something on the television, a more than welcome background noise for them both. He had turned on a soccer match, something that the veterinarian had no idea about, and was thoroughly absorbed.
A deep, irritated groan filled the room and Bunny's head shot up, not expecting the sound that barreled from him. He was sitting straight up, his eyes zeroed in on the screen. "Fuckin' muppet."
"What is it?" she asked, confused by the sudden change. She glanced over at the television, trying to figure out what had happened, but it was just a bunch of players crowded around, pushing and pulling at each other. "Did someone get hurt?"
John shook his head with a sigh. "No, just a stupid call."
"Wow, you're a dedicated fan, huh?" Bunny asks, her brow furrowed. "I didn't take you for a soccer guy."
"I'm not a fan of soccer," John almost glares at her, his eyes flashing. "It's football."
"Not in America," she bites back a laugh. "Maybe across the pond."
John sighs and mumbles. "Where everything makes a little more sense."
A little while later, after the game had finished, a loud grumble came from Y/N's stomach. Her eyes widened and she looked up at John, placing her hand over the offending noise. Her cheeks burned at just how loud it had been - she hadn't realized that she'd gone all day without so much as a bite of food.
"Hungry?" John's lips curled beneath his mustache.
Y/N nodded. "Let me just get a few more cases out of the way and then I'll eat."
"Not happening," John said, authority coloring his words. "I'm here to keep you safe, can't do that if you fall over from starvation."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "I won't starve from not eating for a few hours. I've gone longer than that at work."
"Not with me," John informs her. "Your aunt is trusting me with your care. I don't take that lightly."
"Fine," she grumbled. She saved her work and closed the screen on her laptop, placing the device on the table beside her. She braced herself for the task of getting out of her seat, dread coursing through her veins as she realized it wasn't going to be easy. Her body was aching and, although not completely broken, one of her ribs had been fractured.
"Damn it," she hissed through her teeth as she raised to her full height. Tears flooded her eyes but she blinked them back, the pain slowly subsiding as she stood there. "I swear I'm not a wuss."
"Never said you were," he said, his lips pressed into a tight line. "You okay now?"
"Yeah," she told him. "It just... takes me a minute."
Slowly, she made her way into the kitchen of her apartment. She rifled through her freezer, trying to find the easiest meal she could, and grinned when she found a frozen pizza stashed in the back. She pulled it out, carefully, so as not to upset her rib more. She busied herself preheating the oven and finding her pizza pan, but the more she stood and moved the more the nagging pain in her side intensified. She was all but huffing when John came to check on her.
"Damn it, woman," he tutted behind her, a gentle hand on her lower back trying to guide her back to the living room. "Go sit down, I can make a blood pizza."
Y/N turned her neck to glare at him. "I'm perfectly capable of making it."
"More than," he agreed, his gruff voice right in her ear. "But you need to sit down and rest. Get back to normal as quickly as possible, yeah?"
The woman frowned, knowing he was right, but not wanting to admit it. She felt a twinge of defiance toward him. "If I go sit am I still allowed to work?"
John's stare was blank and he was unamused. "No. You've done enough work today. Isn't your office closed by now, anyway?"
She glanced at the clock on the stove - it was five o'clock, and her office was indeed closed. She pursed her lips but said nothing.
"Go sit down," he all but commanded her. "I'll chuck the pizza in and bring you an icepack."
"Fine," she sighed, stopping by her medicine cabinet and grabbing a bottle of ibuprofen. "Just so you know, I don't like to lose an argument," she told him.
"Neither does Kate," he told her with a grin, "but she also knows when she's wrong. Now go sit."
If she was able she would've stomped her way back to the living room, but the pain prevented her from doing so. She decided to sit on the couch, which was better for watching TV than the chair, and grabbed a pillow, pressing it against her chest to help with the ache. It wasn't long before John came into the room, an icepack in hand. He held it out to her, almost as if it were a peace offering.
"Don't put it directly on your skin," he advised her softly. "Do you have something to take your meds with?"
She shook her head no, reaching out to take the icepack. "Thank you."
"Just-"
"doing your job," she finished for him, looking up at him from her seated spot on the sofa. "It's almost like I've heard that somewhere before..."
"Cheeky," John noted as he crossed his arms over his wide chest, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll be back with the pizza."
A few minutes later he strolled into the room, two plates in hand. He had cut the pizza - for a military-trained man a little haphazardly - and threw two pieces on each of their plates. He sat hers onto her lap, making sure she had a hold on it before releasing his grip. "What would you like to drink?"
"A water is fine," she said quietly, a feeling of shame settled deep in her bones. She hated being coddled. John turned to retrieve their beverages when she spoke up. "Could you bring the ranch dressing, too?"
John stopped, his back stiff. He turned his neck to see her, a barely contained look of disgust on his face. "Ranch dressing?"
"You know what ranch is, I'm sure," she said, puzzled by his reaction to her request.
He nodded, turning to face her fully. "Of course I do," he said, "but eating it on pizza?"
Y/N tapped her finger on the side of her plate. "Uh, yeah? What about it?"
"It's a crime," he told her seriously. "A crime against food."
A laugh bubbled from her lips, pain exploding through her torso. She gasped and pressed the pillow tighter against her, "Ow, ow..."
John watched her silently, his hands coming out to steady her. "You alright?"
She nodded. "I'm okay."
"All this over some dressing," he mumbled, his hands still on her upper arms.
Y/N glanced up at him through her lashes, the pain slowly ebbing. "You have no idea what you're missing."
"Fuckin' Americans," he mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for her to hear, and then straightened his back and disappeared into the kitchen. They ate in silence, watching reruns on the television as they shared their first meal together. John grimaced a bit when she dipped her pizza in the white dressing and took a large bite of it. She chewed it with the beginning of a smile, noticing him watching her eat.
"Don't judge me," she said around her bite of food. "It's so good."
John shook his head. "I'll take your word for it."
"Try it," she encouraged him, holding her plate out to him to dip his slice. "It'll change your life."
He pulled his plate away from her, protecting his food from hers. "I'm good, thanks."
"C'mon," she pressured. "One bite and I'll shut up."
He shook his head. "I've gone my whole life without having it, I think I'll pass."
"A life without ranch," she mused. "What a sad existence."
He shook his head and went back to watching the television as she continued to happily eat her ranch-covered pizza. Once they had finished and John had taken the plates to the sink they simply sat and relaxed. Y/N was curled against one side of the sofa while John sat on the opposite side, his legs spread wide. It was comfortable, Y/N realized, having someone here with her. She didn't think she'd warm up to him this quickly, but she saw what her aunt liked about the Captain.
"So how long have you known Aunt Kate?" Y/N asked suddenly, her curiosity taking over. "She's never really said a lot about you."
John looked over at her, studying her question. "A long time."
"Wow," she said sarcastically, "such an enlightening answer."
John sighed and looked to be thinking about whether he should tell her or not. "It's been over ten years, at least."
"Ten years," Y/N repeated. She was quiet for a beat and then asked, "So how old are you?"
"Old enough," he answered simply. "Why does it make any difference?"
"Because I want to know," she said, tampering down the urge to throw something at him. "Do you ever give a straight answer?"
John smirked and shrugged. "When the situation calls for it."
"That's really annoying," Y/N pointed out. "That's fine, I'll just guess, then. I like guessing games." She hummed as she thought, looking over him. He had flecks of gray at his temples, but his face gave nothing away. "I'm going to say that...you aren't forty yet?"
"That isn't a guess," he chuckled, "that's another question."
"Don't be like that," she groaned. "I'll tell you my age if you tell me yours."
"I already know your age," he told her simply. "Your aunt told me the basics before I came."
"Fine," she huffed, rolling her eyes at him. "Be boring."
John fought back a smile, but he softened under her agitated gaze. "I'm not yet forty."
Y/N gave him a blinding grin, her eyes crinkling. "See, now that wasn't so hard was it?"
An amused hum left him, and he shook his head. "No, but it's so fun to watch you get angry."
She opened her mouth to retort, but a shrill ring from her cellphone cut her off. She dug it out of her pocket as gently as she could and looked at the screen. "It's Aunt Kate."
Before answering the video call she straightened her hair and wiped her mouth, making sure she'd gotten all remnants of pizza off her face.
"Hey Kate," she greeted, fighting the urge to flinch as she saw the bruising on her face.
"Bunny," Kate replied, seated in her office. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling better," Y/N smiled softly, touched by her aunt's concern. "I managed to squeeze in a little work today."
"Don't overdo it, you're supposed to be resting," Kate warned her seriously. "Is everything going okay with John?"
John eyed the phone at the mention of his name. "Everything's fine, Laswell."
"Good to hear," Kate replied. "I'm glad everything is going smoothly."
Y/N took a deep breath, not wanting to ask but needing an answer at the same time. "Have you found out anything about the men who attacked me?"
"Not yet," Kate told her. "Just give me time, Bunny. I will find them."
Y/N's heart beat rapidly, she felt it in every nerve in her body. She swallowed down her anxiety and gave her aunt a small, forced smile. "I know you will."
"I'll call you back when I get more news," Kate assured her. "Get some rest, okay?"
Y/N promised and disconnected the call. She stared at her phone, her mind racing - she had made a conscious effort not to think about the violence that had been inflicted on her just a day prior, trying to push it from her mind completely. She didn't want to live in fear, and while it hadn't been easy she'd managed.
Work and the man beside her had kept her thoughts busy, but now...
"What's going on in that head of yours, eh?" John asked her, genuinely curious. "You haven't been this quiet all evening."
She sighed, picking at her cuticles. "Just thinking."
"Vague answer," he replied.
She looked at him through the corner of her eye. "Like you have any room to talk."
"Touche," John smiled at her. "Really, what are you thinking?"
"I just hope we get them," she admitted quietly. "I don't like feeling vulnerable. Scared in my own home, scared to go to work."
"That's why I'm here," John said, his eyes softening. "I won't let them hurt you, not again."
#john price#call of duty#john price x reader#john price x laswell!reader#cod#kate laswell#bodyguard au
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Finally, some good fuckin food story update
🔔 Hear ye, hear ye! I have found my way out of the corner I wrote myself into. 🔔 There's going to be a slight (read: massive) change in plans but I think you're going to like what I've come up with. I'm very excited about it and that's what I have been missing this whole time. I was not excited to do a straight recap of the Bachelor story so I am simply just not going to do that. There's going to be a recap for people who didn't read/don't want to read that story but it's not what you're expecting.
I'm actually really really excited now! That's what I was lacking before and why it's taken me so long to do anything Rogue Town related. I was dreading the recap and I didn't see a way to make it fun for myself so I just procrastinated. I'm actually glad I did that because if I had just brute forced my way through it, it would not have been enjoyable to read. My best work has always been work I'm proud of writing. My best jokes are the ones that make me laugh first. My best scenes are the ones I see vividly way before opening the game. If I'm not having fun, my readers will be able to tell. I'm so glad I gave myself time to consider everything and finally, finally find a solution that will be fun for everyone, myself included.
I can't give you an ETA because this is going to require some set up and I never know how much until I get in game but it's coming! Get excited!
#ramblings#tangentially sims related#story update#simblr update#rogue town update#simblr story update
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OKAY. *slams open door in manic about to have opinions*
MAYBE i am binging so, SO much unhinged bnha fics? Have already sent this to all my mutual and is not ENOUGH? But everyone is focused on these BABIES and not the MOST unhinged of them all? You COWARDS!!!
That's RIGHT! Ya girl has been hitting the "yandere/obsessive/possessive" behavior tag on Ao3 and is REFUSING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT! I have THOUGHTS DAMN IT! AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA-!!! *Flips table*
Why the FUCK everyone focusing on BABIES?
I get it, don't yuck someone else's yum. To each their own. I respect that. But ALSO? What lvl of unhinged could they POSSIBLY HAVE? They are FIVE. SMOOTH FACED TODDLER BABY BOYS! A CHILD!
Like? Listen...
You know how Quirks are basicly evolutionary advantages? Random protections that are hit or miss? I have touched on this before in my naruto WIP (that i never posted but shush), but there must exsist a theoretical opposite of killing intent.
A sort of loving/peaceful intent if you will. A SAFETY intent. Or, for the purposes of THIS scenario and slightly to the left of that, a "love me" field. Which? Unlike what the perverse might believe or suggest? Just makes the target... love you.
Not sexually desire.
Love. Care about. Emotional connection.
And, yeah, maybe i've just been reading too many fics where shigiraki do what shigiraki does, and he is his unhinged obsessed lil self. Too many unhinged yandere fics where i darkly mutter "you are forgetting their Core Character Motivatioooooons! Just write an OC!"
Because you can twist a characters personality WITHOUT forgetting who they ARE. Thats what makes it INTERESTING, after all. Seeing how it could go so very, very wrong. How a good emotion, taken too extreme, can corrupt! N it's not just "oh that means violence n cursing right? Immediately jumping to cruelty?"
Its the obsession. The need to consume. The manipulation and care in which they try and maintain the illusion. It isn't one crack and "whelp, fuck it I guess!". Every character is different! Breaks under the strain of 1000% loving someone, DIFFERENT. And it brings up FASCINATING dynamics n potential quirk reactions?
Cause a emotional quirk WILL work. Even on people who supposed "dont have any" emotions? Because thats not how the human body FUNCTIONS. They HAVE all the necessary components. They just have a disorder. The Quirk would be forcing their body to MIMIC "feel-Y.exe" and their body would go with that. How THEY would process that data? What would it FEEL like to THEM? Whole different story.
But they WOULD feel "love" in what ever capacity THEY understand it.
You don't want to hurt your BEST FRIEND do you? You love them. Your BELOVED SISTER? This CUTE CHILD? She seems so NICE. Or maybe it's a precious and to be protected PET? She doesn't know what she'll get, "love" is nebulous and multifaceted. Could be platonic, familial, romantic. The love of a comrade. But it's never failed BEFORE. (Not, that I imagine, she being a well adjusted young lady, would feel morally comfortable USING said quirk in such times of peace. On anybody.)
We're all friend here, right? No need to be aggressive! Hurt anybody! Let's all put our weapons down, yeah?
But! This runs into a PROBLEM. The fuckin Yandere. Your bog standard sociopath. Those to whom this love field/targeting/ray/what-have-you is either so completely foreign too or NOTICEABLE as to be ineffective. Or to whom "love" is AGGRESSIVE.
Who's concept of "love" would actually make the problem WORSE.
I bring this up? Because I am FACINATED by the concept of AfO falling in love.
He... he would be COMPLETELY unhinged about it. The very act would unlock LAYERS to his deeply fucked up, highly obsessive, mind games and bank vaults, squirrel brain.
But I don't think he'd ever WILLINGLY fall in love. Or even be capable. Might be a brain chemistry thing, honesty. But the very reason his CLINGS to his his brothers quirk? Is because his brother was HIS. They were connected. It was... the closest thing he understood to love. And he is unhinged even to this day about it.
EIGHT GENERATIONS OF USERS LATER.
So like? If he spooked some poor soul? With a "love me" quirk? And she, in terror, tried to blast this Scary Supervillian into Not Hurting Her? She would have NO WAY of knowing that she just made a HUGE fucking mistake. Like... conceivably, the WORST mistake.
Because all it would take? Is her NOT instantly dying. No reflexive "how dare you use your Quirk on me". And? The altered brain chemistry starts to kick in. He's suddenly getting?? All these NICE happy brain chemicals that his body has been fuckin STARVED off? Fascinating new sensations? Elevated mood?
It's fake. He KNOWS it's fake. :) But that doesn't mean he won't murder her if she STOPS :)
Looooove yoooou~♡
Does it shift in to real, deeply deranged, love? Impossible to tell. Someone for the LOVE OF GOD call All Might. But?? He's just such an unhinged MESS it's fascinating to explore how emotional quirks would even react to him? Fascinating to think about how he would REACT if he had a SECOND "little brother" scenario. A person he CARED about. But this time... WORSE because it was in a way he could somewhat comprehend AND he had FAR more power then before.
Would it derail everything? Would he be able to focus on his Machiavellian plans while being able to fold them into them? Would he fuckin CONSUME THEM like he did Tomura? Ultimate form of love, after all, to become HIM.
How long could she, the hypothetical Quirk holder, keep that Quirk ACTIVE? Fear is a powerful motivator.
Just?? Why are there not more fics about the Ultimate Creep, BEING CREEPY AND UNHINGED??? He's VERY GOOD AT IT. Has had a LOT OF PRACTICE. LET AfO be deeply insane, 2XXX!
#minji's ponderings#minji's ranting#bnha#mha#AfO#yandere#yandere AfO#let him be unhinged you cowards#its his natural state!
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HOW OSAMU REACTS TO BEING YOUR CRUSH
"You should definitely consider setting up a social media account for Onigiri Miya. This taste never gets old," you enthuse.
It'd been a long day at work, and you had thought, why not drop in for a snack?
Osamu had seen you through the window and by the time you were settled into your favorite place by the counter, a plate filled with your favorites had been delivered to your seat.
He reaches out now to pick off a rice grain from your cheek. "Stop talkin' with yer mouth full, dork."
"Listen to what I'm sayin', freak," you say affectionately.
"I am listening, idiot."
"So whaddya say? I could help you set it up. I could help you run it!"
I could do this for you, I could do that. You think it's dumb that people clock Osamu for the smarter twin just cause he talks less, because how could someone with even half a brain miss all the hints you've dropped that you are madly in love with him? Even Atsumu has for a few years been aware of your stupid crush on his brother, requiring several bribes to keep his fat mouth shut.
The only explanation you can come up with is that your childhood friend is an idiot.
Then again, you are the one in love with said idiot, which maybe makes you a bit of one too.
Osamu sighs. "Ya make a temptin' offer, but you're already so busy with work — don't even tryta deny that — and ya need to rest."
"Nooooo," you immediately deny, though you both know it's true.
When he shoots you a look, you hasten to add: "Running an Instagram account isn't hard work. Here, look at my photo account, which I update daily. Takes like, five minutes."
You hand over your cell to Osamu, who starts scrolling through the posts. Most of them are of the sky or of a pretty flower, with the occasional selfie. Osamu smiles at your cute poses, ignoring the pangs of jealousy when he sees his stupid brother's comments spamming your page. Instead he snorts at the username. "Where the hell did he come up with msbyatsumurocks?"
"I know. Who the hell does he think he is?" You agree.
Suddenly his fingers still at one of your selfies, which you'd captioned, Amazing day today. Below that, his stupid brother had left a... not so stupid comment.
@msbyatsumurocks: Why, did ya finally confess to my stupid brother?
"You like me?"
The startling question has you choking on rice and seaweed and tuna. The person behind your downfall leaps into action, thumping you on the back with conviction.
When you finally regain the ability to speak, you're prepared to refuse the statement with every thread of your soul, every fiber of your being, but Osamu beats you to the punch.
"And you told Tsumu instead of coming to me?"
"Well," you say with just as much snark, totally forgetting the plan to deny, deny, deny, "maybe if you'd picked up on the millions of signals I put out, like he did, we wouldn't be here! I wouldn't be wearing his fuckin' jersey at every home game just to buy his fuckin' silence!"
"So that's why you wear his stupid fuckin' jersey?" Osamu rubs his forehead, hard. "Well, guess what! I've been buyin' his silence for years! I've been cleanin' up his shit and makin' his dinners and bailin' him out for ten years!"
"Wait. You like me?"
You are suddenly acutely aware of the shop's silence, and so is Osamu.
"Should we find him and kill him?" you suggest, looking up somewhat bashfully.
"And then after... we discuss... us?" he adds, tentatively taking one of your hands in his.
It feels so right, the both of you think at once, and neither of you need to say it.
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#haikyū!!#miya osamu#osamu x y/n#osamu x you#osamu x reader#hq osamu#osamu drabble
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110 Degrees
pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader
summary: a pool party commences on this particular bau vacation. a game of chicken breaks out and suddenly feelings are stirred up between you and aaron.
word count: 6.6k
warnings: 18+ (minors do NOT interact!!), swimming, slight mention of food and alcohol consumption, nudity, hot tub sex, unprotected sex (do not condone, wrap it up), slight degradation, kissing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, tit praise, choking, p in v, fem! rec. oral, let me know if i've missed anything else.
a/n: i haven't posted in so long, i'm sorry! i've been so busy with school (spring classes straight into summer ones). i just managed to finish this after it being in my drafts and me being unmotivated to write smut. i probably will not post until school gets out again, just to let you know. I'M NOT DEACTIVATING OR ANYTHING! thank you @haley-h0tchner i'm pretty sure you inspired this a really long time ago ahah, but also thank you for proofreading. also thank you @hqtchner for the gif :)). most of all, thank you guys! ily all, and thank you for 600 followers (literally just checked). 🥺🥰 this is a filthy one...
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"it's fuckin' hot!" you heard emily exclaim from her place next to the pool, lain out on her towel, arm shielding her eyes from the blazing sun. her skin was sweating lightly as she bathed in the glory of the heat, attempting her hand at getting a reasonable tan for the remainder of the summer.
the team had decided to take a well earned vacation to rossi's california home. unfortunately, they had selected the hottest two weeks of the year to visit the golden state, the sweat practically pouring off of all of them in buckets. thank the good lord rossi had invested in a pool per his second wife's demand.
jj, who was sprawled out beside her, groaned in agreement. her hair tied up exposed the tattoo on the back of her neck of her sister's name. the casual manner of the afternoon settled over the group as well. everyone in their swimwear, showing more skin that anyone had ever seen or appropriate in a work environment. however, the one that you were simply unable to tear your eyes away from your shirtless boss mere feet away from you. the fact that he was sopping wet didn't help matters at all.
you hadn't realized you were staring until you felt a poke to your side, your head snapping over to look at derek who just raised his eyebrows at you. your eyes turned in their sockets as a response, "oh please, y/n. you could fill a pool with how much you're drooling over boss man.” a smack was delivered to the man's bare arm, the sound resonating in the space between you and around the pool making hotch look over his shoulder.
his senses were atoned to take in his surroundings and everything he noticed. so when aaron saw you smack derek's arm with a slight scowl on your face, a look of embarrassment written all over you. in that skin tight swimsuit, your hair dripping wet down your chest, leading down to-.
aaron stopped himself from thinking any further. sighing heavily and running a hand through his wet hair, spikes sticking up as opposed to his usual gelled back hair. rossi came out to the patio, two platters of drinks in his hands. aaron walked over and took one from him, setting it down on the table before selecting two out for you and himself. a soft and cold tap to your shoulder made you turn away from where you watched penelope protesting kindly when derek had wanted to place her on his shoulders, a game of chicken ensuing. your eyes traveled up long legs, a damp pair of blue swim shorts, and a broad chest that was littered in water droplets that raced down his flesh that told a thousand stories. ones of horror and pain, and others of joy and peace.
finally your eyes made their way up to lock onto his honey ones. filled with gentleness and generosity. "a rossi special." you breath out a laugh as aaron hands you the drink, taking the seat next to you. aaron slowly dipped his feet into the cool water soothing his hot skin, exhaling in relief once it did. you couldn't help but relish in the way his chest rose and fell as he enjoyed his time of relaxation. how his head tilted back and his eyes fluttered shut, leaning back on his hands.
"y/n!" penelope's shout brought your head down from the clouds, aaron out of his state of peace. you turn to face the woman, eyeing her dangerously. she shrunk back against derek with a sheepish smile and a short giggle. "just wanted to see if you wanted to play chicken? we need two more to commit." you begin to protest but there's a pair of eyes on the side of your face that made you reconsider, a bolt of confidence shooting up your spine.
so you nodded, despite yourself. ignoring the part of you that was screaming at you not to. telling you that the risk of embarrassment ran sky high. you hopped back in the water, lingering around the edge so you could take a few gentle sips from your beverage. aaron watched you as derek and penelope asked around to the other team members if they were interested in joining. "no such luck." derek sang out, swimming under the water to cool his head off once more. letting out a huff, you lean against the tiles on the inside of the pool, sipping at your drink and finishing it halfway.
"pretty boy's busy with machiavelli. rossi says he's too old, but i think he doesn't want to get his louis viuton shorts wet." laughing alongside penelope and aaron. you look across the poolside at everyone doing their respective activities, refusing to meet the man above you's eyes.
"em and jj say they're taking advantage of the sun, so i guess it's just us three. guess we gotta find another game." penelope eyed aaron carefully, having known of your little infatuation with him for a couple months. mainly because she caught you doodling his initials in your private notebook at lunch.
you eventually met aaron's eyes, a smirk dancing on his lips as you finished off your drinks at the same time. "fine." he said with a smack of his lips, swallowing the finality of the refresher. his body slipped down to fully submerge itself in the water. the edge reaching the middle of aaron's chest, resting just underneath his pecs. "i'll play." cheers were heard from your two friends, however your mind was running a million miles an hour, knowing penelope would demand to pair up with derek, leaving you with unit chief ssa aaron 'hotch' hotchner. "you okay?" a forced smile from you to the man in question turned into more of a grimace as you tossed a dirty look over to your friend who simply winked discreetly at you as derek reminded aaron the basics of the game.
"you don't have to play, hotch. i mean it, really!" your rambling didn't exactly help your case as aaron simply smiled at you. his hand reached over to squeeze your shoulder, sparks spreading like wildfire throughout your body and it was not about to be doused either.
"y/n. if i didn't wanna play, i wouldn't have offered." with a short nod, his hand was retreating from your shoulder, leaving behind the silhouette of a wet handprint that dripped down your skin. the four of you had grouped up, derek and hotch going underneath the water with a quick glance to each you and penelope. you shared a look with the woman before she was hoisted up onto derek's firm shoulders, her hands landing on his head to maintain her balance.
before you knew it, two large hands were wrapping themselves around your thighs and hoisting your figure onto strong shoulders before breaking the surface of the water. when aaron's head popped out of water, your hands mimicked penelope's placement and ran through the man's wet hair, trying to swipe it away from his eyes so he could see. when your hands had brushed his skin, aaron couldn't tell if the water made his legs weightless or if it was your intimate actions. he refused to let his mind wander too far into the depths of filth that laid underneath the surface, but with your warm core pressed against the back of his neck, he couldn't help but suppress a shudder.
"aaron?" his name falling off your lips in such a sweet manner only drove him further to the brink of his sanity. but, for the sake of maintaining a sliver of his composure and professionalism due to him being the boss, he simply looked up at your dripping figure, the feel of your pillowy thighs safely closing his head in between your legs.
with a soft hum and smile, you two shared a cherished moment and penelope was clearing her throat to gain your attention once more. both your heads snapped up to look at the two who just stood there with matching smirks. "we gonna play, or what?" you fixed the strap on your bathing suit swiftly before raising your arms into position, a smirk on your lips as penelope did the same. aaron's grip tightened on your thighs and that thought was pushed aside as you tucked your ankles underneath his arms to have more of a grip on him, the muscles in your legs flexing to keep their hold around aaron's head.
on derek's count, the two of them came towards you and aaron. your hands found penelope's forearms, laughing as you attempted to topple her over. her strength was not undeniable. she may be a computer genius, but one that participates in pilates. with all the gym sessions derek makes you attend and the activity of the job, you were pretty strong. and by the grip your thighs had on aaron's head, he could tell. though he could care less if he died between your thighs. with a slight struggle you manage to knock penelope over and into the water behind her, aaron letting out a light hearted laugh as you do.
it was a long time since you've heard that laugh from the man, from his chest. aaron had been through a lot, you've seen him on some of his worst days. when a glass of whiskey was the only thing he was looking forward to at the end of the day. you tried to pull him out of that, introducing a proper into his nighttime routine instead of just liquor. your crush didn't develop into anything right away because you refused to admit and accept that you were falling for your boss. it seemed like such a cliche, not to mention the worst move in the book and a surefire way to lose your job. you decided against it, forcing it into the deep recesses of your mind.
until one fateful and regular thursday evening when you were turning in paperwork and aaron had just hung up from a rather disheartening phone call, the effects of it clearly written all over his face. "you alright?" you had questioned, the man raising his eyes to look at you pitifully. "yeah. jack's just at a sleepover and jess cancelled our dinner plans, she has a date." you mouthed an 'oh', and that was how you managed to coax aaron into spending after hours with you trying out a new recipe, granted by rossi. the two of you had completely bombed the dish, sauce splattering all of your stove and the aprons you both were dawning, you both bursting into laughter at the state of things. "how about we just order a pizza?" aaron suggested casually, the look on his face telling that a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. so how could you argue with that?
you were brought back to the present where aaron was staring back at you, his face upside down with a wide grin stretched across his mouth. his eyes glimmered with a certain hope and happiness you had yearned to see upon his face for years. "go again?" he asked softly, making your breath hitch at the implication of his words you couldn't help but gasp softly. aaron noticed, he noticed everything. especially when it came to you, so when your breath caught in your chest, it only made pride swell in his before his gaze was averted to penelope getting back on derek's shoulders.
"ready?" she asked, mischief lingering in her eyes and you knew she had some plan concocted. but still you nodded and readied yourself on aaron's frame, his hands digging into your warm flesh once more. the countdown was called out and suddenly penelope was using all her force to push you down. you hadn't expected her to hit you with such force, making you waver in aaron's grip for a moment before he steadied you and you were pushing back. your hands met her well manicured ones, her arms straining as they pushed against you with determination.
with one final exertion of energy, penelope managed to knock you off aaron's shoulders, aaron falling back with you to ease your impact with the water. the two of you were pushed underwater, muffled cheers heard from above you from your opponents. you spotted aaron breaking from the water but you were unable to grasp your footing, his hands eventually pulling you from the water. a gasp was pulled from your throat at the sudden inhalation of air, "you alright?" and suddenly you were taken back to that same night that you had asked him to join you for dinner, anxiety bubbling inside of you. you managed a meek confirmation, taking in how close to his firm chest you were, his arms wrapped tightly around your bare skin. your eyes flitted from his irises to his pink flushed lips. he helped steady you on your feet, as you waded over to where penelope was leaned against the side of the pool, keeping an eye on how reid was testing the water with his toes.
she lightly punched your arm, success written on her face. "best two out of three?" she asked to which you shook your head.
"i think a tie is good enough for me. i'm too competitive for actual winning." she laughed heartily at your answer, squeezing you into a side hug before she got out and dried off, the sun setting and welcoming the arrival of dinner. rossi had opened the sliding door to announce that the appetizers were ready, having some help with the preparation from a freshly tanned jj and emily.
you were just about to jump out when two familiar hands were pressed against your waist, helping you to sit at the edge of the pool, water spilling off you as you exited into the cool evening breeze. you smiled down at aaron who floated in the water with a boyish grin. "what're you smiling about, hotchner?" he didn't say anything, only breathing out a laugh before his head was whipping around to see everyone occupied with something.
then his hands trailed up your legs slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as his fingers wrapped around your knees. aaron pulled his body close to yours so he could whisper in hushed tones what he really desired, "i’d love for my head to be between your thighs under different circumstances.” he gloated proudly, your hand hovering over his dark locks, threatening to slip into them and tug lightly.
while you stammered for words, the man pushed himself out of the pool, his muscles rippling along with the water. aaron smiled down at you, his hand outstretched to your stunned figure. "better join them for dinner." was all he said, you hesitantly placing your hand in his as he helped you to stand and kept his body close to yours as you head inside, wrapped in fluffy towels. but just as you both had reached the sliding door, aaron took a gentle hold of your shoulder, tugging you back against his chest. "meet me out here later. say, one? and change into that two piece i know you have stuffed in the bottom of your bag." the prospect of you meeting aaron after hours was something that still stirred something in you to this day, but to meet him in the middle of the night was a different story. especially by the tone of his voice as it wafted in your ear and the mention of the skimpy bathing suit you dreaded to wear and only brought it on vacation as a last resort. just in case. you met his eyes and nodded with a smile of your own on your damp lips. that was all of that exchange once he opened the door and jj was welcoming you in to sit beside her, shared and longing glances shared with aaron from across the table as you awaited one am.
it felt as if the evening was trailing on forever, one in the morning coming later rather than sooner. between seconds for dinner and s’mores, you had shared yearning looks across the fire pit, his face lit up from the flames. almost as if he were some deep sin from the depths of hell. meeting your boss in what was assumed to be a sensual manner felt wrong on so many levels despite the the fact that you both were mature, responsible adults.
the first, "i'm heading to bed." from reid was called out, making everyone fall in line like dominos. ranging from the genius to you, your eyes lingering over aaron's now clothed chest before heading inside the house and to your designated room. you changed from your damp, respectable suit into the blue two piece that showed off more of your chest than bargained for when you bought it online as well as your ass that was left to the open air. it was definitely something emily would whistle at you in the way that makes you feel confident and embarrassed all at once.
it wasn't long before it reached one o'clock now, time urging on as your anxieties rose within you. with a quick look to the clock reading 12:55am, and a glance in the mirror, you brush your wet hair behind your ear. it didn't make a difference, the damage had already been done by the chemicals in the pool. you figure it didn't matter as you assumed this would be a midnight swim. when you snuck out of your room, a dry towel in hand, you saw that almost all the lights were out in the house. all the rooms either having no or minimal light and the oven bulb being the only illumination granted to you in your trek back outside.
as quietly as you could, with as little creaks in the floor as possible, you manage to open disable the alarm rossi had set for the back door and sliding the door open to reveal aaron lounging in the hot tub, bubbles on high. a gulp later and you're walking over to him, a slight sway in your hips as you drop the towel down next to the tub, watching a smirk form on his lips, his eyes darkening. "you getting in?" you don't say anything, kicking your shoes off and sauntering up the steps and taking his hand that was outstretched to you. relishing in how aaron's eyes drank in your figure that was hovering above him. your legs were met with warmth as soon as they disappeared beneath the water, your chest releasing a sigh as you sank down next to the man.
aaron scooted away from you, moving to the other side of the tub, wanting to see you in all your glory. your head tipped back and exposed your neck, aaron's hard-on only growing since the moment you stepped out onto the patio. he admired you staring up at the night sky, smiling when you had seen a couple stars here and there. "nothing like home." you referred to virginia, where there were stars for miles and miles. he hummed in agreement, a low and baritone sound that carried across to you.
when your eyes met his, aaron's breath stuttered. he knew he had liked you very much for a while, but only recently had he came to know that he was falling in love with you on the outside. terrified of ruining whatever good thing he had with you, he had kept his feelings to himself. that was, until he couldn't. until you sat on his shoulders, in your rightful place: above everything else. until his head was so close to your place of intimacy that he couldn't hold back any longer. so now, with just the two of you in this boiling pool of attraction, he slowly swam over to where you sat, watching as your breath caught in your throat and your eyes blew wide in lust. you wanted this just as much as he did, otherwise you wouldn't have come. he had finally reached your space, his lips hovering over yours as his eyes searched yours for any hesitation. "is this all you called me out here for, hotch?" your eyes not holding any anger or resentment towards the man. but rather, teasing him for starting off with seduction.
"no," aaron responded swiftly, "i called you out here. because i've fallen in love with you. and i'm tired of being discrete." a grin broke out on your face, your wet hands rising from under the water to hold his stubbly cheeks in your palms. your eyes traced over his features as if committing them to memory, a swallow of nerves from the two of you and his lips were on yours in an instant.
the kiss you shared with aaron was like no other. passionate, sexual, but also sweet and gentle. like he wanted more but was holding himself back in order to savor this moment he finally approached with you. his tongue eventually made it's way to trace the length of your bottom lip, a soft gasp earned from your throat allowing for aaron to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging yours with fervor as you succumbed to his touch. a soft moan was dragged from your chest, a smirk dancing on aaron's lips as he reached underneath the water to play with the strings of your bathing suit, one knot eventually coming loose.
you arched your back into him, the top floating in the water as your chest emerged from the bubbles. your arms flew up to wrap around his neck, aaron turning the two of you over so that you were sat comfortably on his lap, his dick pressing firmly against your nearly bare ass. moans and whimpers were heard from the both of you, aaron's fingers coming up to play with your free breasts, the soft touches he had given you in this short time already hardening them along with the evening breeze that cast itself over your half nude bodies. your hands were now pressed against aaron's chest, his hips gently rocking into you, the flimsy piece of material between your legs being no help to capture your arousal at all. slowly but surely, aaron's lips were attaching themselves to one peaked nipple, while one hand slipped down to cup your sex.
the heel of his palm ground into your throbbing clit, still covered by the soaked bottoms of that pointless two piece, seeing as it was half shed already. his eyes locked on how you reacted. your head dropped down and your eyes fluttered shut, it was blissful and he could get drunk off the way you were above him right now. he removed his mouth from your tit to speak, "you're so desperate." a statement, not a question. "you do realize i can feel you pulsing? and i haven't even done anything yet?" you willed your pussy to stop clenching around nothing simply from one touch of his hand and aaron chuckled lowly, kissing into your mouth once more. heated and dirty, you groaned against him as his thumb pressed against your clothed core, pressing deep against your awaiting hole before pulling back.
"what's all this whinin' for?" aaron's eyes never leaving your figure and smiling the whole way through you trying to grind down on his hand for more friction. "more? gotta ask for it, honey." you fought the urge to grunt in frustration, just needing anything more.
you eventually found your voice once again. "more. i need more aaron." it was aaron's turn to groan when his name fell from your lips. sweet and succulent as if it he were named that for the sole purpose of you moaning it aloud. he wasn't one to deny you of what you needed, so he nodded shortly and kissed your cheek, trailing down your neck to suck a mark into your wet and hot flesh. he took his time sliding your bottoms away from your hot awaiting pussy, down your legs and leaving them floating in the water beside you next to your top as well. you were now bare to the man you called your boss, the man you were majorly in love with and reciprocated those feelings as well.
his fingers slid against your folds, the water washing over your exposed skin felt like nothing before. it felt naughty and shameful; wrong. and you adored it. you ground your hips down into aaron's thick fingers, one of them breaking the surface of your hole and slipping into you with ease, making you moan out and shudder against his chest. it renewed you to be filled with aaron in any way. his lips trailing over the expanse of your shoulder, his own eyes shutting at the feeling of your warm cunt clenching around him. you bounced on his single digit lewdly, aaron grinning in the moonlight against you as you did.
"good girl, you look like such a whore grinding on my finger. imagine you on my cock." his words slipped into your ears as he curled his finger and explored inside of you with intrigue. a whimper spilled from your lips as aaron added a second finger, the thickness of his unable to compare to what you were used to with your own hands.
suddenly it was ripped away before aaron was turning you around and pulling you back to his chest, slipping his fingers back inside of you. "shit!" your surprised exclamation made the man clamp his other large hand over your mouth.
"you wanna get caught?" he asks you, his fingers never once slowing their curl. you didn't mean to but you clenched around his hand, causing a wicked smile to break out on his face. "oh? you do. well, then by all means," his hand over your mouth released itself and slid down to your clit where he rubbed at the nerve in the way that you loved, "make some noise for me, gorgeous. wanna hear you." a groan flew from you as soon as the words left him. pants flowed from you as aaron held your hips down and pulled you flush against his chest, fingers still handling your pussy skillfully. how he knew just what you liked, you had no clue.
the coil inside of you began to tighten to unbelievable measures, your breathing growing hot and heavier as aaron whispered sweet and dirty nothings into your ear, only urging your orgasm closer. "aar-aaron, i'm gonna cum." you manage between groans of fighting your climax off as much as possible. he simply chuckled against you, hands removing themselves from your heat, a long whine ripped from you as you turned to face him.
"don't worry, babe. gonna have you creamin' on my cock instead, how's that?" you nodded eagerly, knowing you looked pathetic but you were unable to find it in you to care. aaron slipped his shorts down to expose his rock hard cock, slapping against his stomach with a soft splash of water around his crotch area. you couldn't help but release a small giggle, aaron's eyes snapping up to look at you, beautiful in the moonlight. "what is it, silly girl?" your laughs grew louder as you rested your head against his shoulder.
not really sure what you were laughing at, maybe the entire ordeal of you being sat naked on your boss' lap. or perhaps it was the fact that you've had feelings for this man for months, doodling his name in your notebook, and here you were about to be split open on his cock. "nothing, nothing." aaron's hand came up to stroke your bare back, the warm water from his hands spilling down your spine. he lets out a deep chuckle to your neck, placing kisses along your shoulder.
"s'just, big." was all you could manage before aaron throws his head back and is laughing freely. the man kissed your lips with a grin, shaking his head at the reminder of how adorable you are. with a final peck to your cheek, your hand makes its way down to stroke him languidly, a soft moan breaking through his lips.
his head is tossed back, hands gripping your hips tightly as you grind gently against his lap, trying to gain more friction but failing miserably. "you look absolutely breathtaking." was whispered to your lips before they were engaged in a heated, dirty kiss. you were pulled closer by his fingers digging into the expanse of your hips, grin plastered against your lips as he ground your sopping core to the wet skin of his thigh. aaron chuckled, watching your hips move on their own without much instruction, your eyes snapped shut as you rode his thigh. "so stunning, riding my thigh." a whimper left your throat as aaron spoke.
cautiously, his hand trailed up to wrap around your throat. no pressure applied, just resting there. your much smaller palm covered the back of his hand, letting him know that he can go further, and with that aaron did. slightly pressing against the sides of your neck, and your eyes were rolling back in your head while aaron smirked up at you. "didn't know you were this filthy." he mumbled, sucking on your exposed tit as you ground your hips on his firm leg. gasps and whines left your lips as your pace quickened, "aaron. oh, aaron." he tweaked your nipple with his free hand, pulling and sucking on one before moving to the other.
"nope." everything was removed from your aching body. his hands were torn away from your neck and his lips away from your chest. you groaned and whimpers, aaron chuckling and kissing you gently. "trust me, honey. it's gonna feel amazing." you nod, pitifully as aaron stroked his hard cock, never breaking eye contact with you.
slowly, he lifted your hips and your hands fell around his neck. his eyes met yours and he spoke gently. "if at anytime you want to stop, you tell me. understood?" you smile and nod. "i don't think i would want to, but yes sir." he laughs lowly and kissed your cheek.
"yes sir," he mocked slightly, "damn you're gonna kill me." aaron said, your hand and his working together to discard of your bathing suit bottoms and position his length to line up with your entrance. his brown eyes were wide as he watched your ministrations. his tip had barely filled you, when a low groan left both of your throats. his large hands aided in pushing you down, your walls stretching around him to accommodate for his size. when you were finally seated firmly on his lap, you exhale deeply, aaron's forehead pressed against yours.
the two of you broke out into soft laughs, "y'okay?" you ask him in return of him taking care of you. aaron's eyes were glazed over with love and his cheeks were a rosy red as he nodded in confirmation. "i'm perfect." you cup his face, ignoring how your cunt fluttered around him, begging for more.
aaron, on the other hand, couldn't just let it go. the fact that he had been pining over you for what felt like ever, and now he was here. you in his arms, him in your pussy. he had so much admiration in his heart for you, not just as a work crush, but as a person. how you care for others and are so sympathetic to your colleagues and victims on cases, particularly children. how strong you are and the confidence that just pours off of you even on your hardest days. aaron had been trying to ignore how your smile lights up every room you enter, how he feels at peace when looking at you or working beside you. he had desperately tried to push away the feeling of adoration that had crawled its way up from the pit of his stomach into his heart at the action of you bringing him a coffee, remembering his order by heart, and leaving it with a special treat some days. the days that donut holes accompanied his morning cup, were a tell tale sign you were in a good mood and had been productive early that day. but, while aaron had been trying to ignore everything good, something he didn't think he would ever get back after everything he had been through, he didn't notice until recently how you've been by his side through it all.
he was pulled from his love trance when you moaned softly against his neck, his hands coming up to guide your hips up and down off his dick. gasps and heavy breathing filled the space between you two, your body eventually taking over and bouncing without help from the man below you. aaron watched in wonder as your tits rose and fell in perfect alignment with his lips. he grasped one in his hands and twirled his tongue over the hard and painfully peaked nipple. a cry is coaxed from you when you make eye contact with aarons as he licks and sucks at your breasts. your hand grips his damp hair and pushes him further into your chest where he would happily stay for all of eternity if you let him.
by a rapid fluttering of your walls around aaron's throbbing cock, he knew you were close. one of his hands snuck its way in between the two of you. your clit catching between his thick fingers and a moan escaping you. he rubbed smooth circles around the nerve that felt heavenly. you were right there.
"gonna cum?" aaron asked, though he knew the answer. he just wanted to see you in all of your pleasure, begging to let go. a restrained whimper was trapped in your throat as you looked at him, pupils blown out beyond belief, the eye contact only pushing you closer to the edge. "go ahead, beautiful. soak my cock." which is exactly what you did, nails digging into the man's shoulders as he pierced you on his length. aaron's fingers spun over your clit swiftly, his own hips driving his cock into your tight hole and making you choke on your own words. he had you tipping you over the edge into white hot pleasure. a loud and damn near pornographic moan was heard from you as your quivering pussy clenched around his hard dick like a vice. the sensitivity of it all affecting your throbbing clit that aaron had yet to let up on. "god, you're perfect. you got one more f'me?" you nod, hips chasing your second orgasm that was already there, your mind ignoring the sensitivity that had no time to overcome you as aaron's dick twitched inside of you.
"all for you. cum in me, please. please aaron." you manage, aaron's free hand snaking up to grip your throat once more and another whimper falls from your lips. his hand squeezed your neck and circled your clit at the same time, the pleasure fully returning as your eyes rolled back in your head. your wails echoed around the pool area as you milked aaron's cock, cumming hard around him as he thrust into you harshly. his hips were uncontrollable, groans and pants being voiced from him. a couple swears, a bit lip, and he's spilling his load into you, head thrown back and bliss taking over his body as his hips buck into you and ride his orgasm out.
in a fucked out state, aaron looks back at you, a smile crossing his lips. "c'mere." he says, pulling out of you slowly, picking you up and laying you on the edge of the hot tub, your back against the cool tiles as aaron's load spills out of you slowly. immediately the man is tearing your bottoms off and tossing them aside carelessly before he's pressing two fingers into you. listening to your gasps and heavy breaths, the sound of your soaked cunt, all for him. aaron's soon diving into and smoothing his tongue over the expanse of your sore pussy. in surprise, you gripped his hair, holding him to your center as his lips sucked your tender clit into his mouth, your hips bucking up for more and less at the same time. your mind was foggy with overwhelming pleasure. "aaron!" he grinned against you, pulling his fingers out and holding them up to your mouth to taste your mixture. your tongue swirled around his fingers which made aaron groan against your sensitive nerve. his tongue, however, was delving into your sore hole, his free hand pressed into the supple flesh of your thighs as he ate you out like a starved man. if he didn't get a chance to be in between your legs after the events of the afternoon, he would've gone insane. it wasn't soon after deliverance of the vibrations from his own moans against your tender core you were cumming a third time. the combination of you both flowing out of you in a pearl white river, down your folds.
as your body shook with the aftershocks of intense fulfillment, aaron tucked himself back into his swim shorts, before he took your hands and kissed your palms softly before pressing his lips to yours. the taste of you and him on his tongue had you whimpering in satisfaction. when he pulled away, aaron was staring at you with such love and intimacy. "i love you." he says, kissing your forehead and leading his lips down the bridge of your nose. your giggles sounded from his actions and a smile was earned from the usually stoic man.
your wet hands traced across his chest as he helped you to sit up, cleaning you off with your towel. "i love you, a lot. especially after that." aaron chuckled, bringing you under his arm and kissing your wet head, his legs still dangling in the water. sudden light floods the backyard, exposing the two of you, aaron's hands flying up to cover your chest while simultaneously looking at the house. the window on the second floor is opened and a tired rossi pokes his head out. "glad you guys figured out your feelings, now can you please keep it down? some of us aren't as young and exuberant as you both, and we need our well earned rest." apologies were spoken from the two of you as rossi grumbled his way back into bed, the lights turning off from his system upstairs. aaron and you shared a look before laughing softly, your arms holding his shoulders firmly as you shook with laughter. "we better get inside before he gets his BB gun out." you nod and kiss aaron's cheek. a blushing mess, he grabs your bikini top, wringing it out and putting it back on you before handing you the discarded bottoms.
as you were sliding your bottoms on and climbing off the edge of the tub, aaron climbs out and grabs your hand gently. his honey eyes now yearning and nervous, "will join me for the rest of the night?" you cup his cheek and kiss his lips sweetly. "as long as you'll have me." a grin popped up on aaron's mouth, his teeth flashing the whole world with his bright smile. "i'll want you forever." clutching the towel in one hand around your body, aaron's larger hand in the other, you bring his knuckles up to your mouth to kiss as the two of you slip back into the house. happy, satisfied, and exposed.
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