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Hi lovely!
I saw you’re looking for Hotch requests and I think I requested one before but I forgot what it is oops.
Could I please have one where Jack calls R mom for the first time and she feels super guilty about it but Hotch is super sweet.
Thanks!
ty for requesting 💞 fem (mom and stepmom!) reader, 1.4k
You’re obsessed with your little baby, but you’d loved Hotch’s son for a long time before you had your own, and you’ve continued to love Jack as your own regardless. If anything, having a baby only cemented that you love him.
Though you’d never disrespect his mother or what she gave up for him, you’re a parent to Jack. When Hotch is home, Jack is home, and when he isn’t you have Jack four days out of the week anyways, splitting him lovingly with his Aunt Jess. You take care of him and you love to do it; being his stepmother is a gift. You love Jack.
And he loves to cuddle.
“Rub my hair,” he demands sleepily, crushed as far into your neck and chest as he can be without pushing his brother out of the way.
“Say please,” you say, already bringing your hand up where it’s sandwiched behind him to stroke the hair from his eyes. “Like this?”
“Thank you.”
He’s pretty much always polite when he’s not tired. Which has little to do with you and everything to do with Haley and Hotch, you’re sure, he’d been a picture of a golden child the day you met him and besides the occasional tantrum or naughty spell, he’s a grateful child. He says thank you for things you want no thanks for, when you towel dry his hair at night for bed, or when you help him into his socks. He once said thank you for a kiss on the cheek, as if it wasn’t something you’d wanted to do.
“You’re welcome,” you say softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his brow. “Can I have a little kiss?”
You kiss his brow when he smiles, letting your eyes flutter closed, nose still pressed to his skin.
“I love you, mommy,” he says, wrapping his arm around your neck with a sleepy snuffle.
You struggle to answer. The baby gurgles against your chest.
There has been a lot of mommy talk lately. Hotch is calling you mommy often now that the baby’s born, cutesy stuff like, There’s mommy! when you come back from a shower, or How’s your mom? when he’s home from work and he wants to hold the baby, but he wants to check on you at the same time.
He’s never called you Jack’s mom, but Jack’s six. He was bound to get confused, or to feel new feelings, though you weren’t expecting him to do it right now.
Eventually, you figure you’ll do what’s best for Jack even if that best isn’t something you deserve. “I love you too, baby.”
“Are you falling to sleep?” he asks.
You have arms full of children and Hotch will be home any minute if what he said on the phone is true, so you won’t. “Maybe not yet, but you can sleep if you want to. I’m sure dad will wake you up when he gets home.”
Jack settles in with the baby. Your promise gives him the solace he needs to sleep.
…What if Hotch is angry?
You’ll tell him what happened, of course, because you don’t have secrets with each other, and even if you did this is something he’s owed, right? He’s been completely candid with you about everything, how he loved Haley, how he feels he failed her in more ways than her death, and how he loves her still.
You don’t feel like you’re competing for his loyalty or affection, it’s simply clear that he respects Haley’s memory very strongly. What if you tell him what Jack said, and what you hadn’t said, and he’s furious?
The door opens downstairs. Hotch calls hello, but with Jack and the baby both sleeping, you stay quiet in fear of waking them. You listen to him do a familiar dance, the click of the safe where he retires his firearms, the rushing water of the faucet as he makes himself a glass of water, and then a second you assume to be for you.
You shuffle Jack from your chest gently, pulling the baby into the curve of your arm and depositing him with an overabundance of caution into the crib.
You hurry to the door, finger on your lips, startling your husband on the last stair.
“I need to talk to you about something,” you whisper.
He gestures for you to walk back down with him. He’s unperturbed by your worry, two glasses in one hand so he can use the other to feel at your shoulder as you take the stairs in front of him. “What happened?” he whispers.
“It’s–” You wince, descending the stairs with a distinct sense of nausea. “Can we sit down? I’ll make you something to eat.”
“I’m fine,” he says, following you to the kitchen, where you sit in adjacent chairs at the dinner table.
You brace your hands on a placemat.
He laughs and takes them into his own. “Nothing you tell me is worth all this worrying.”
“It’s about Jack.”
His smile fades. “What about him, honey?”
“We were upstairs… You know how he is, he climbed on top of me and we were cuddling because Noah finally fell asleep, and,” —it’s best to just tell, even if you feel clammy and guilty before you’ve admitted to it— “he called me mommy. I’d never tell him to, I promise.”
Hotch brings his hands up slowly, yours raising with them where he’s holding your wrists. “What did he say?”
“He said he loved me. ‘I love you, mommy.’”
“What did you say?”
Your grimace is apologetic, eyebrows pinched. “I said I loved him too.”
“And you’re worried that’s not okay?” You nod. “It sounds to me that he was just telling you how he feels. When you wake him up in the mornings and you tuck him in at night, and you’re the person he goes to when he needs a bandaid, you must feel like his mother.”
“But I’m not.”
“No.” His dark eyes are relaxed, his brow only a shade of its usual downturn. “Haley is his mother, and she’d love how you treat him. He will always, always know who his mother is. But if he wants to call you mom, a woman who loves him and looks after him with the same tenderness as you do your own, then I think that’s okay, especially with Noah getting older… How do you feel about it?”
“I love him.”
He does that silly smile where he’s more happy than he’ll admit to, leaning forward, pressing your hands to his arm and then his lips. “He loves you,” he says.
Hotch stands and offers a hug. When you take it, he sways you from side to side. “She really would’ve liked you, honey. It was me who let her down.”
“But her baby calling me mom…”
“I know. It’s a conflicting feeling.”
You let out a big sigh and slouch in his arms. You’re warm butter under his touch. He reacts accordingly, bending and cupping the back of your neck.
“It felt awesome,” you confess. He might as well know. After the remorse, you were happy. Jack must really love you.
“You’re very, very good to him. Just let him love you however he wants to, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t forget who his mother was, and how much she loved him.”
You wouldn’t let Jack forget her either.
Hotch leans away to dot a kiss to your cheek before he hugs you again. “How are they? The boys?”
“Sleeping. Waiting for you to come home and wake them up. Maybe please don’t wake up Noah, he might sleep through the night tonight if we leave him alone.”
“I won’t. I’ll see him in the morning.” His smile is audible. “I’m a little jealous, I think. Jack hardly ever says he loves me first.”
“You clearly don’t cuddle enough.”
“That,” he says, giving your hip a squeeze, “is a low blow. But I’ll allow it.”
“You’ll allow it?”
Another adoring sweep of his arms on your back. “You can say what you want,” he amends. “Thank you for taking care of things while I was gone.”
He doesn’t need to say thank you, you’re a family, but you appreciate the gesture. “You’re welcome, handsome.”
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oops, I think the meteor hit the wrong town...
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Bromtilda having a little Inevitable moment for @takingback-thepenguin!
#i cant believe this is the first time ive drawn anything for headless#actually wait i can because [smacks head] this bad boy can fit so much procrastination in it#and also there is too much art i wanna do and too little time to do it 🥲#anyway#had fun with this & now i REALLY have to watch headless again#(@shipwrecked im sorry the first time i drew these two was when zombie shenanigans were happening ajwjsnxkks)#jack jabbers#drawing request#headless#headless: a sleepy hollow story#shipwrecked comedy#headless fanart#bromtilda#brom bones#matilda bishop#brom x matilda#headless x tgwdlm#artists on tumblr#digital art#clip studio paint#csp
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Omg omg omg ok I would like a smut- berry daquiri ♥️♥️ but i cant chose between these prompts they both had me gagged so you can chose 😂 with jack please!
“you should probably hold on to something.”
“if i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽 as promised to @hischierhoney, this is the stoner!jack blurb i said i would write after i handed in my assignment because he has been festering in our dms for the best part of the last week🤠enjoy!
22. "If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for a week."
note: PLEASE DO NOT DRIVE UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!!! DO NOT DO IT!!! THIS IS FOR FIC PURPOSES ONLY!!
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In his defence, you started it.
Well, Trevor started it when he pulled out a packet of gummies—some new strand and flavours that he had been adamant was way better than anything Jack had ever tried before. Which, in the name of being honest, is a pretty fucking bold statement to make considering Jack has had his fair share of edibles, gummies and baked treats alike, during his time.
But he bit the bait, taking one of the wrapped sweets from Trevor before the other boy turned to you. He wiggled his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin on his face as he offered a sweet to you.
“Whadda you say, doll? Wanna try something a little stronger than Rowdy’s shitty sweets?”
And you, far too proud and stubborn to back down from a challenge, took the bait too.
After the first thirty minutes or so, it was fine. It was nothing extraordinary, nothing that made Jack feel like he had just experienced something revolutionary. It was like a nice distant buzz, one that was calming and soothing and slowly grew stronger, but it wasn’t scary. It was comforting. It was completely fine.
You, on the other hand, were a different story.
Maybe it just hit you quicker or maybe it was because your tolerance was lower than him, but Jack didn’t really notice the way you curled into his side under the blanket. It was nothing unusual. You were sitting around a bonfire, the temperature was starting to drop and you had always leaned a little more into the touchier side when you had some weed in your system.
But it wasn’t until you had settled into the passenger seat of his jeep, an unwavering smile on your face as you turned to look at him as he pulled out of the parking spot, that he realised just what intentions you had in mind.
“Baby.”
It was a choked out noise, one that got stuck in the back of his throat when you leaned over the console, your lips placing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on a ticklish spot on his neck. The one that always sent a shiver down his spine.
“Hi,” you giggled, your breath warm as it fanned across his still cold skin.
He swallowed harshly, expecting you to pull back and settle back down in your seat but you remained. “Can I help you with something?”
“Mhm,” you nodded with a hum as you nosed along his jaw.
He could barely fight the gasp that left his lips as you began to kiss along his neck again, this time your hand reaching down to rest on his upper thigh. You were shameless with it, the way your hand cupped the bulge of his cock in his sweatpants as you mouthed along his skin.
“Baby, you need to stop—”
“I don’t wanna.”
“We’ll be back in twenty—”
“But I wanna feel you now, Jack.”
“Shit,” he breathed out, his head falling back against the headrest. His hands clenched the steering wheel, every touch and kiss and caress feeling like it was setting his nerves to explode with euphoria. “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
He could feel your smile against his neck. “Is that a promise?”
It was a promise.
In fact, it was more than a fucking promise. It was a prophecy.
Your head was spinning with the need and desire to feel Jack, to have his hands on your skin and his lips on yours and to feel every fucking inch of him. That need had been there earlier in the night, long before you even ate the sweet Trevor gave you. It’s always there, bubbling under your skin.
But Jack was infuriatingly patient when he wanted to be. There had been a number of times he had proven as much, when he was hard and aching and rutting against the mattress but refused to fuck you as he licked and kissed and devoured your cunt, despite the way you begged to feel his cock inside you. He knew when to push his own desires and needs off to the side.
And you honestly assumed he would do the same in the car, that he would indulge in you for a bit before pushing you back into your seat and telling you to wait until you were back on campus, that your good behaviour would be rewarded.
You definitely didn’t expect him to actually pull over into some side road off the main country lane.
And you definitely didn’t expect him to tell you to get out of the car.
And you certainly did not expect him to bend you over the hood of his jeep, his hands slipping under the cute sundress you had worn for the bonfire, pulling the skirt over your ass and sliding your panties down your legs until you were left bare for him.
“Is this what you wanted?” Jack asked, soft pants escaping his lips as he watched the way his cock thrusted in and out of you, the way you took him so fucking well like you were made for him. “My needy girl, hm? Just couldn’t fucking wait twenty minutes.”
“Jack,” you whined, your cheek pressed against the cool metal of his car, your hands desperately trying to grasp onto something to hold but he was one step ahead. You could only let out a pathetic whimper when he reached for your hands, locking your wrists behind your back with one hand like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Can feel you fucking dripping all over me, babe,” Jack continued, the slapping of his skin against yours so loud and clear and it made your cheeks burn. “Bet you fucking love this, huh? Letting me fuck you where anyone can see. Maybe you want them to see what a good girl you are f’me.”
“I—” You choked on a moan, your eyes fluttering shut as his free hand squeezed your hip. “Please. Please.”
“Atta girl, baby,” he murmured, and you could hear the grin on his face even if you couldn’t see him. “Love when you beg for me, makes me wanna make my pretty girl come all over my cock.”
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Can I request "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." For Gale with female reader please?
Ahhhhh tysm for requesting! You are my first request! Since you didn't give any specifics about the time frame, I just assumed you wanted it to take place within the events of the game, but it didn't really matter anyway. The reader is left undescribed, though it is implied that she is shorter than Gale. I hope I did your request justice, and let me know what you think!
Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."
Rating: E
Warnings: I got carried away and made "spicy" into straight up smut... oops? oral (f!receiving), porn with very little plot, smut
Flirting with Gale was a dangerous game. The back and forth we had going on had been constant, never pausing. I loved bantering with him, but the consistent pull back was beginning to kill me.
Harmless flirts with friends are fun, but I had made it abundantly clear to the wizard that it was more than just friendly banter. And as far as I'm concerned, he's been returning that same energy. And yet, every time we get past the line of flirtatious remarks and balance on the edge of action, he would completely pull away. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was afraid of intimacy.
At first I thought he just didn't like me that way, only wanted to banter with nothing coming of it. But something in the way his eyes glittered when he looked at me told me my attraction was not one sided.
When I went to the others for advice, they gave me jack shit. Astarion thought it was hilarious that I was asking him for romantic advice. I had to threaten to cut off his blood supply just to get him to quite yelling about it. Karlach just told me to "fuck it out," whatever that means. Shadowheart just kind of stared at me blankly. I didn't even bother asking Lae'zel, because I value my life. Wyll had good intentions, but he ended up rambling on about proper courtship methods and respectfully, I couldn't care less.
I had exhausted all of my options, which left me with the one thing I had been avoiding: talk to Gale about it.
It was a cool night, a nice change from the overwhelming heat that had layered over our group the last few nights. The day had been uneventful for once, little more than a few ambushes along the roads and some cackling hyenas. The mood around camp was significantly light than usual, everyone content with the lack of carnage.
I didn't give myself much time to rethink my actions, deciding to force myself into the conversation before I could chicken out.
Gale sat in his tent, reading a book with the doors pinned open for anyone to enter. He always stayed awake later than the others, often waiting until everyone else had closed their tents for the night to follow suit. He thought nobody noticed, but it was one of the many things that made me gravitate towards him. He was so naturally protective, unknowingly watching out for everyone.
As always, I took a moment to admire him before he noticed my presence. He looked so calm, contently scanning the pages of the tome in his hands. His everlasting yearning for knowledge was something I couldn't help but admire. I watched as his fingers curled under the parchment of the book and gently flipped the page, hands calloused from years of magical studies.
Gods, his hands that were so veiny and strong, rough but gentle, perfect to glide across my skin and make me shiver with-
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
I jumped at the sound of his voice, my thoughts that had previously consumed me dissipating. My face felt hot, blushing as if he was able to read my runaway thoughts. "Hi!"
I internally scolded myself for how not-smooth I was being. He carefully marked his place in the book before setting it aside, still seated in his chair as he looked up at me expectantly. His lips twitched into an amused smirk. Handsome bastard knows exactly what he does to me.
"Did you need something from me?"
I tilted my head at his question, blinking as my thoughts grew a mind of their own. I need you to kiss me until I can't breath. Touch me all over and make me shake with pleasure. I shook my head, gathering my thoughts before saying: "Just... wanted to talk to you about something."
He raised an eyebrow, an action that would have had me down on my knees if I had even just a tad bit less dignity. "Is it... a good something, or a bad something?"
My heart started racing in my chest, blood rushing in my ears. "Uhm... well, I suppose it depends. I think it's a good something, but, well, I can't speak for you..."
He stood from his seat, his movements quick but not aggressive. He always took care to control his actions, never making them seem offensive or startling. My eyes widened slightly when he reached behind me to unpin the tent flaps and let them fall closed, his frame slightly hovering over me for a moment as he did so.
His expression was open, concern and care written all over his face. "You can always talk to me. I'm here to listen."
Good gods I want to suck his dick until his brain explodes.
I cleared my throat and shifted nervously, looking up at him. "Right! So, I just... well, I was talking to the others about- actually that's not a good place to start, uhm..."
His amused smirk didn't go unnoticed. He had always liked when I got nervous, especially if he was the reason. "Take your time, darling."
Fucking Hells, he is trying to kill me.
I fought the urge to avert my gaze, forcing myself to keep eye contact. "Uhm, so, you know how we... well, obviously you know, but I mean- Fuck's sake, I mean to say, you know how we, like, flirt?"
His expression didn't falter, smirk growing into a knowing grin. He hummed an acknowledgement that sent vibration through my body, making my heart race even faster. His gaze flickered over my face, then quickly swept down my body, almost fast enough to miss.
"Well, I- Not that I don't like it, I love it! I- I mean, I don't want it to stop I just- Gods damnit, I just wanted to ask- shit... Why don't you just fucking kiss me already?!"
The silence that followed my stuttering words was overwhelming, blanketing over me and making me want to melt away into the earth to never be seen again. My embarrassment only worsened when I heard the slightest chuckle from the man in front of me. My heart dropped as every worst case scenario ran through my head.
He's going to laugh at me, tell me it was just for fun, that he would never want to be with me, he's going to make fun of me to everyone else-
"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I would be able to stop."
I was suddenly aware of how hot it was in the close quarters of the canvas tent, and how Gale was only a few inches in front of me. I brought my eyes up to meet his, blinking rapidly as I tried to process what he just said. His stare held mine, a underlying air of vulnerability in his confession. With a shaky breath, I managed to utter out my response.
"Who said you had to stop?"
His lips crashed against mine within seconds of my hushed words, heated kiss melding our lips together. His hands, his gorgeous hands that I had spent weeks fantasizing about, were gripping my waist and pulling my body flush against his. My mouth moved in sync with his so naturally, so smoothly, that we could have been made for each other.
When I realized my hands were idle, I quickly remedied it and wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn't even notice I was tangling my fingers in his hair until I tugged lightly and was rewarded with a soft groan against my lips. The noise spurred me on, and I nipped at his lip lightly. Soon, our tongues were wildly clashing together, breathing heavy as involuntary sounds of pleasure were exchanged within the kiss.
I yelped when he suddenly lifted me off the ground, hands firmly gripping my ass as he held me. I held onto him, giggling into the kiss as he pressed against me. The stiffness of his arousal against my thigh was enough to make me shiver with anticipation, and he noticed.
He pulled away from my lips reluctantly, settling his forehead against mine. "As much as I want to do this," he glanced down at our positioning, my core level with his growing erection, "I want our first time to be something special."
I tried not to show my disappointment, silently nodding as I prepared myself to drop back onto the floor. As I loosened my thighs from his waist, I squeaked in surprise when his hands roughly squeezed my ass. "Ah ah, I didn't say I was doing to leave you wanting, did I?"
My cheeks reddened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh, Gale, you don't have to-"
"I want to. Trust me, I really, really want to."
His words were drawn out, almost a moan as he pleaded. His darkened eyes were practically begging. "I... If you're sure-"
He cut me off with a searing kiss, turning us around and laying me down on his bedroll. My whole body tingled with excitement as his body hovered over mine, lips desperately kissing down my neck. With the way he was panting as he nipped and kissed down my body, I could almost say he was more excited then me.
His stare was piercing as he looked up from my waist, silently asking for permission. I couldn't help but smile as his fingers grazed the waistband of my pants, impatiently fidgeting with the fabric. "Yes, please, Gale."
He all but tore them off, taking both my pants and underwear off in one go. His hot breath tickled my arousal, and I sighed as his hands lightly caressed the insides of my thighs. His touches were gentle, slow movements spreading open my legs and bearing my glistening entrance to him. I tilted my head up to look down at him, only to find his gaze transfixed between my legs. He practically whimpered his next words: "So fucking pretty for me."
I couldn't help but moan at his words, the heat of his breath ghosting over my clit. His eyes broke away for a moment to look at me, and he gave me a smile that made my heart swell before he dove in.
His beard rubbed against my thighs as his lips and tongue explored my cunt, the burn of his jaw emphasizing the blinding pleasure of his mouth. He moaned against me as he licked a long stripe along my folds, the teasing sensation sending a jolt of want through me. Before I could beg for more, his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking gently as he teased a finger at my entrance.
All coherent thought was left behind, all I could think about was Gale, Gale eating my pussy, moaning into me, rutting into the air as he pleasured me. "Fuck, Gale, please!"
He hummed against me, the vibration adding to the pleasure. He slipped a finger into my dripping hole, pulling his mouth away from my clit to look up at me. "Look at you, darling, so wet and ready for me."
I moaned as he pumped his finger, keeping eye contact with him. When he teased a second one, I couldn't stop my head from falling back with a moan. "Please!"
With a soft groan, he did as I asked. "As you wish."
The stretch of his second finger burned deliciously, his pace torturously slow. My walls pulsed around him, the softest parts of me jolting as he brushed against them. His thumb brushed against my clit as he quickened his pace. I reached out a shaky hand, tangling my fingers in his soft hair and tugging him forward.
He moaned at the tug, immediately replacing his thumb with his mouth. My back arched off the bedroll as he sucked harshly, his fingers brushing against all the right spots. He teased another finger, and my grip in his hair harshened. It must have encouraged him, because he soon plunged a third finger inside of me and relentlessly flicked his tongue over my clit as he finger fucked me.
My thighs began to constrict around him, orgasm fast approaching. He groaned against my cunt, gripping my thighs open and speeding up. "Fuck, I'm close!"
Another hum against me had my walls pulsating, orgasm crashing through me as he coaxed me down with his tongue sending overwhelming jolts of pleasure through me.
He gently removed his fingers, caressing my thigh as he swept his tongue through my folds, gathering my arousal. His gentle movements soothed me through the slight overstimulation as he cleaned me up with his tongue. My vision was unfocused, aftershocks still rolling through my body as he finally pulled away, slowly kissing up my body before planting a sweet kiss on my lips. I chased his kiss as he pulled back, and he chuckled as I pouted. "You did so well for me, love."
I whined at his words, desperately clawing him towards me and pulling him into a slow, sensual kiss. His clothed erection prodded my bare thigh, and he groaned when I shifted against it. "Don't tease me, darling."
I smiled up at him, tilting my head. "Is that a threat?"
He gave an amused hum against the skin of my neck, speaking between soft kisses. His words were teasing, yet heavy with intention.
"It's a promise."
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Aurora's Awakening (Slight NSFW)
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
Synopsis: It's your first time at the Met Gala, and the nervousness is getting to you. Luckily, you have an amazing husband who does his best to get you to relax and enjoy yourself
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
Requested by a gorgeous anon 😘💕
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You were nervously bouncing your leg up and down while Julissa was doing your hair when you felt Jack's soft touch as he placed a hand on top of your thigh in an attempt to get you to stop.
“Baby…”
“Yes?” You answered but still looking down at your feet and fidgeting with your nails.
“Baby girl, look at me.”
Glancing up at Jack, he gave you a small smile before leaning down to kiss your nose.
“Everything is going to be fine. You're freaking yourself out for nothing.”
“Nothing!? You call the Met Gala NOTHING!?”
“It's your first one. If anything, I would think that you would be excited.” Julissa said as she looked at Jack and shrugged.
“I am excited, but nervous.” You quietly confessed as Julissa moved to curl the other side of your hair.
“You'll be with me the entire time, my love. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.” Jack replied as he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.
"What if I fall walking up the steps?"
“Like I said, you have nothing to worry about. I'll be holding onto you the entire time. Besides, I'll catch you if you do."
“They won't invite me back."
"Babe, I don't think if you fall it disqualifies you from going next year." Jack answered as he let out a small laugh because of how ridiculous you were being.
"Stranger things have happened."
“Okay, all done and you better not sweat out these curls with how ridiculous you’re being.” Julissa said as she was separating a few of them.
“Only person sweating out those curls is going to be me.” Jack responded as he wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn't help but to laugh.
“Jack, if you mess up my work before the two of you get back to this hotel, I will personally kick your pale white ass.”
“Damn, Julissa! You've been around my wife too long.”
“No, you and your wife are always getting into some nonsense and she calls me to come and fix her hair and makeup because you have messed it up!”
“I…. Have you seen what my wife looks like? Can you blame me? She needs to be in the museum.”
“Jack, get out so she can get dressed.” She quickly said while ignoring his question.
“Why? Nothing I haven't seen before.”
“Clearly, you two have three children. Now OUT! You need to get dressed yourself!”
“It's literally going to take me ten minutes.”
“Baby, go ahead and I'll see you when I'm done.” You said as you were quietly laughing at their bickering.
“Can I get a kiss first or is Julissa about to bite my head off about that too?”
“Look, Harlow. This curling iron is still hot, don't make me use it.”
“Violent. Just like my wife.”
“Smush, come get your kiss so we can hurry up and leave.”
“Don't mind if I do.” He answered as he leaned forward to meet your lips with his.
“I need another one for strength.”
“Jackman!”
“PLEASE?”
“One more and that's it until I'm ready.”
“Not you putting me on a restriction.”
Jack was patiently waiting on the couch playing with Butterscotch as he waited for you to get dressed. Thirty minutes passed before he heard Julissa's voice behind him.
“Okay prince charming, turn around and look at your princess.” Jack heard Julissa say as you came out as his jaw was now on the floor. The first thing he did was go over to you and lean down for a kiss.
“My princess looks absolutely beautiful. That dress is definitely coming off later tonight.”
“Behave! But if I knew you were gonna look this good, the Gala would have had to wait.” You added while looking at him up and down and biting your lip.
“And yet you're telling me to behave. You need to take your own advice, Mrs. Harlow.”
“Not my fault you look so good.” You replied while reaching up for another kiss.
“Can I bring Butterscotch on the carpet with us?”
“Babe, she's been moody all day and she tried to bite the lady at the front desk earlier. It's a hard no.” You answered while picking her up since you noticed she was at your feet.
“She was just nervous.”
“That makes two of us, but no. If I fall, more than likely you'll make sure she's okay first.”
“I would do no such thing!”
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” You asked as you continued playing with her.
“A little bit of both.”
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The two of you had just arrived at the Gala and were standing at the entrance. Now seeing the steps in person, made you even more nervous. Sensing this, Jack tightly squeezed your hand.
“Remember, just hold onto me. You'll be fine. You ready?”
Nodding your head in response because you didn't trust your voice to work because of how nervous you were, the two of you began posing for pictures and starting to make your way up the steps.
When the two of you were halfway, Jack let go of your hand and you sure enough began to panic.
“Babe, what are you doing!?”
“Relax, baby. I want you to get a few pics by yourself since it's your first one and so you can show off your dress. I'll be over here to the left of you. And then we'll go inside. We're almost done.” Jack said as he kissed your forehead and fluffed out your dress for you for the picture.
“Take your time, okay? I'll still help you when you go up the steps, but when you pose for pics I'll step away.”
“Okay. You promise?”
“I promise, baby. I got you.”
You were finally able to take a breath when the two of you were inside and the steps were out of the way.
“See, baby? It wasn't that bad and you didn't fall. Like I would ever let anything happen to you.”
“I know you wouldn't, but these seven inch heels are nothing to play with.”
“Promise me to keep them on later. Definitely one of my favorite pairs on you.”
“Your wish is my command.” You whispered against his lips before kissing him.
The two of you were socializing with everyone there and you were nursing some type of alcohol that you forgot the name of, when Jack noticed that you still looked uncomfortable and was wondering what might have been bothering you.
“Baby, come here for a second.”
Setting your glass down, you followed Jack around the corner and he quickly led the two of you into the bathroom. Once inside, you instantly recognized it as the one that they take the infamous selfies in.
“What's going on with you? Are you okay?”
“I just feel so out of place.” You quietly confessed and Jack looked at you confused. He was somewhat hurt by your response because that couldn't have been further from the truth.
“Baby, you deserve to be here, just like anyone else. I don't like when you talk about yourself like that. So it stops now. You've worked just as hard if not more than anyone else.”
Jack simply picked you up and placed you on the counter before he kissed you and then started kissing down your neck.
“You need to relax and I know just how to do it.” He whispered in your ear and he placed your hand on his length to see how hard he was.
“Babe, anyone can walk in at any moment.”
“Shit, I would have taken you on the steps so you know that is the last thing I care about.” He answered while reaching under your dress.
You let out a small laugh when you noticed that he was having a bit of difficulty with it.
"Now I know for a fact it never takes me this long to find your pussy so what the actual fuck? How many damn layers are you WEARING? You know I need to have easy access!”
“It's not that many!”
“Lies you tell! I've been searching for forty days and forty nights. Oh, there we are. Spread your legs for me, baby.”
“Make this quick. I don't want anyone to walk in on us.”
“Can't make it too quick. You know I always take my time while I'm with you.” Jack responded as he placed his fingers in your mouth for you to suck before he moved your thong to the side and inserted them.
“Make sure you don't mess up my hair. Julissa will kill you.”
All Jack did was roll his eyes in response before continuing to pleasure you.
You had simply covered your mouth with your hand and grabbed onto Jack's arm in the hopes of keeping yourself quiet. It became ten times harder when you felt him slowly slide into you.
Jack heard your soft whimpers and kissed you as he increased his pace.
“My princess is taking me so well. I can't wait until later when I know we won't be interrupted.”
“Mmm, babe. Right there. Stay right there.”
“Right here?”
“Yes!”
“You sure?” He playfully asked as he softly bit down on your neck and began to suck on the same spot.
“Baby, stop teasing me and hurry up.”
“I love teasing you because I know when that orgasm hits, it'll be ten times harder.”
That familiar feeling in your stomach was building and you knew that you were close. Jack's movements were getting sloppier, so it was only a matter of time before you both hit your peak.
Hitting you like a ton of bricks, you were holding onto Jack's shoulders and he captured you into a kiss in the hopes of muffling your moans.
Jack was still tightly holding onto you as you were coming down from your high and you winced once you felt him slowly slide out of you.
As you were trying to regulate your breathing, the door to the bathroom flew open and in came Zendaya with Bruna hot on her trail.
“I know I put my mascara somewhere in…… Y/N!? Why are you breathing so…. Nevermind.” Zendaya said as Bruna was behind her trying not to laugh.
“Umm….” You started to say, but she just waved you off.
“I should have known that you two would disappear and go in here sooner or later.” Bruna added while Jack simply shrugged.
“She was having first Met Gala jitters so being the amazing husband I am, I helped her relax.”
“Yeah, helped her a little too much. Jack move so I can fix her eyelash because you about damn near knocked it clean off her face.” Zendaya said as she pushed him out the way with you laughing and began to fix it.
“All I was instructed to do was not mess up her hair!”
“He popped your Met Gala cherry and took you on the bathroom sink. Have to admit that's a hell of a way to go. And Jack, wipe Y/N's lipstick off you so that we can take a selfie. I'm not letting the two of you out of my sight for the rest of the night. Now I see what Urban was talking about.”
“I’d do it again too.” Jack whispered and Zendaya rolled her eyes as Bruna was still laughing.
“I'm surprised you two didn't do it on the steps.”
“Not to worry, it's on our bucket list.”
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Only human.
Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot.
Summary: The return of Alexandra Cabot to New York City had been a complete secret, Alex not wanting to make it official in case she decided that it was too soon. But then, running into Casey Novak made her realize that maybe she could start over...or not.
A/n: So...we needed a bit angst, so this is angst. Maybe not the best story but, here is some angst and I am sorry in advance. I don't know what else to say about this one, just that more angst is on the way🫢 If you got any more requests, please send them my way guys, either on my asks box or message me privately! Hope you guys enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻
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The return to New York City had definitely been a sudden decision, something that Alex was definitely not planning but at the end of the day, decided it was for the best since she didn’t want to live in a lie anymore. She knew she had to work in the trauma she lived; not only had she been pulled away from her family and friends, but she had been through a traumatic incident where she really believed she was going to die, the fact she lived had been nothing but luck. She was sent away from the place where she grew up, the place she knew, and she was locked in a house all by herself, and every day was a battle in her head. It was either fear, overthinking, depression or anxiety, there was no in between. She knew that they had allowed her to go out, to try to live her life normally, but how could she? Everywhere she looked, there were people looking over her to make sure she was safe, every man she saw, she thought maybe it was the person that shot her. She didn’t have a normal life anymore. It was taken away from her. That life she knew was long gone and there was nothing else she could do about it. She could try to have it back, but it would never be the same.
Alex thought that accepting to work with Jack McCoy was her chance to start over and get that part of her life back. She had been fighting the urge to call the squad, part of her feeling that if she did, she’d just be forcing herself to be that someone they used to know but wasn’t there anymore. There was so much to what had happened, but she didn’t allow herself to talk about it, because if she did, she knew she’d open a wound that she’d never be able to close. She had meant to call Liz and let her know she was back in the world of law, but she knew that if she did, they’d ask her to go back to Sex Crimes, and she couldn’t do that; she couldn’t do that to Casey. The day she had met Casey, she had seen the passion and the dedication she had for the job, even if there was some jealousy, she couldn’t deny that she was happy that someone like Casey had taken over her spot, a spot she didn’t even think she wanted anymore.
For the first few weeks, she had avoided to present herself in court, only allowing the rest to take the cases, helping them through, and then letting them go to court. But they had a load of cases that were just piling up and she knew she had to do something about it, so, here she was; back in the place she had missed. She kept looking around hoping that she wouldn’t see any of the detectives around, she feared that if they saw her, the questions would start, and she wouldn’t know what to answer. She didn’t think she had any answers to their questions. She herself had her own questions and she never found an answer to them because she was not sure of anything; she was not sure of what she was doing. She sat in the empty courtroom waiting for it to be time for the arraignments to begin, she had been there earlier than expected, but if she waited outside, she might see someone she knew. What she didn’t expect was that even if she avoided to be outside, it wouldn’t be long before someone walked in the courtroom with her. Alex turned as the doors opened, startling her and then her heart stopped at the sight of the strawberry blonde.
“Alex?” Casey whispered softly.
Alex offered a small smile. “Hi Casey.”
Casey turned to look outside and then closed the door, walking to where Alex was sitting. “Are you…are you back?”
Alex nodded softly. “Uh…something like that.” She chuckled, looking up at Casey and patting the empty seat beside her. “You have arraignments here?”
Casey sat down and nodded, offering a small. “I do, actually.” She shook her head. “You haven’t told anyone that you’re back?”
“Not exactly. I’m working with Jack McCoy right now.” Alex smiled. “I uh…I just…I don’t want to let anyone know that I’m back. Not yet.”
Casey nodded. “I won’t say a thing.”
Alex smiled. “Thank you, Casey.”
“So…are you okay?” Casey raised her brow.
“I am.” Alex smiled as she looked at Casey. “How are you?”
For a moment they fell into comfortable silence before people started walking inside the courtroom and they had to start with the arraignments. Alex was thankful that she was called first, meaning that she’d be able to leave as soon as she was done, and she wouldn’t have to stay there for longer until she had to go back for trial. But as she finished, she looked at Casey and couldn’t help but sit down and watch her. The first time she saw her working had been when she came back for her own trial, and she had been quiet impressed by her and the dedication she had. So seeing her once again had gave her some sort of warmth and a feeling of safety. She couldn’t help but stay until the very end of her arraignment and once she figured out she was done, she walked outside of the courtroom and waited outside, thankful that the hallways were empty. She then heard the door and saw Casey walking out, once she noticed Alex, she smiled softly and walked to her.
“Thought you’d be gone by the time I finished.” Casey grinned.
“I was planning to but uh…I decided to stay a bit longer.” Alex smiled as she tilted her head, looking at Casey.
“Something stopped you from leaving?” Casey raised her brow curiously.
Alex nodded as she grinned. “I was…wondering…if you’d like to go out for dinner? Maybe…today or tomorrow. During the week? I don’t know how busy you are.” She chuckled.
Casey smiled softly as she nodded. “I have tonight free.”
“Great! Uh…I can…pick you up?”
Casey looked down at her briefcase and grabbed a pen and her business car, writing down her personal number, and then handing it to Alex. “Text me and I’ll send you my address.” She smiled.
Alex nodded softly as she looked down at the card. “Of course. I’ll see you tonight then.”
Casey nodded. “See you tonight, Cabot.” She grinned before she walked away. Leaving Alex with a smile on her face.
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Alex sighed softly as she hugged the blanket that she had around her body and she tried to push herself back to sleep. She then felt her back being kissed and she couldn’t help but smile, chuckling softly. “Thought you were still asleep.”
Casey smirked as she kissed her naked shoulder softly, right where her scar was. “I felt you moving, thought it was time to wake up.”
Alex turned to look at Casey and smiled softly. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Casey smiled as she leaned down to kiss her lips softly. “Slept well?”
Alex nodded as her hand went up to Casey’s cheek, stroking it softly. “I always do when you’re here.”
Casey smiled, turning to kiss Alex’s palm. “Can I ask you something?” Alex nodded. “What are we?”
Alex frowned. “What do you mean?”
Casey shrugged. “Exactly that. What are we? What is it that we’re doing? I just…” she sighed. “I don’t want to be reading the room wrong and then…say or do something that could ruin what we have. Because I don’t want that to happen.”
Alex sighed softly as she sat down, making Casey sit down too, green eyes still staring at her. “Do you want this to be more?”
Casey’s heart stopped for a moment, not sure what she was supposed to answer. “I- well. I mean…”
Alex chuckled. “Because I do.”
Casey’s face softened as she smiled. “You do?”
Alex nodded, her hand returning to Casey’s cheek. “I do. I’m happy whenever you’re here or whenever I see you. I really cannot think of a time I was this happy. So yes, I really do.”
“I do too.” Casey smiled. “I just didn’t know how to bring it up. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be more or if you just wanted this to be something casual.”
Alex smiled as she leaned in, kissing Casey’s lips softly. “I’m sorry if I didn’t say anything.”
Casey nodded. “I’m just glad things are clear now.” She smiled as she kissed her lips slowly. “Breakfast?”
Alex smiled against her lips as she placed her hands on Casey’s neck, bringing her close to her. “Can I have you first?” She bit her lip.
Casey raised her brows. “Sounds good to me.” She smirked as she got on top of Alex and kissed her.
After that dinner, both women found themselves enjoying each other’s company more than they expected. Both would be lying if they said they hadn’t felt anything the first time they met. When they stayed at Casey’s office after talking to Antonio, both engaged into a deep conversation, a little about the case, a little about Alex’s incident and Casey’s time as the new ADA, and then they were talking about everything but nothing specific at the same time, just enjoying each other’s companies. And that’s exactly how their dinner went again, just laughing and making each other smile, making Alex feel like her idea of starting over could be actually happening. There was a second chance for her after all, and Casey was involved and now having her in her life, made things a bit easier, pushing away the negative thoughts, the doubts, and the questions. Everything seemed to be okay.
As for Casey, she couldn’t deny the guilt she felt to be hiding from the squad that Alex was back. She knew how much Alex meant to them and how sad they had been to know that Alex was gone once again, and they didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. The last thing she had expected was to run into Alex and become close to her. She thought she would never be able to get Alex’s attention, so she had been more than surprised when they started hanging out pretty often and their friendship turned into night meetings and those night meetings into something weekends spent together. Casey was scared to say the least, the last time she had been in a relationship, things had gone wrong, and she had to break it off, but somehow she knew Alex was different; she really prayed that things would be different, because she could actually see herself with Alex.
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Alex knew that sooner or later, all negative things that she had decided to put away in her own little imaginary box inside her head, would come out. One way or another, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep it inside for long, not when her job could trigger it, and she knew it, but she still thought she was strong enough to deal with it and to not let it get to her. After over a year of being back in New York, things seemed to be great; things with Casey were perfect, her job was actually good, her life seemed to start making sense little by little. But she hated the fact that her mind started playing tricks again, and all because of one particular case. She decided to continue with it, and she was actually able to finish it, but the whole process to it really took a toll on her, and now she was back to those negative thoughts.
It had been so long since she had gone through it, almost two whole years, and she was still stuck in time, she was still stuck in that moment. Did she really need to talk about her trauma to get over it? Did she really have to live it again just so she could forget it? She had everything. She was slowly getting everything back, and yet, she was still stuck. She was still in the past, and she hated it. But she didn’t want to be a burden, she didn’t want to accept that she had to talk about it. She didn’t want to accept that she had been a victim. What happened, happened. And she wanted to believe that, but her mind didn’t let her. But she couldn’t talk about it. Ever. Alex snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the door closing, looking up from her book to find Casey walking into the room, her eyes red and puffy.
“Baby?” Alex frowned as she placed the book beside her. “What happened?”
“I lost the case.” Casey sobbed. Alex tilted her head as she extended her arms. Casey dropped her stuff on the floor, not caring for it at the moment. She crawled to bed and into Alex’s arms. “I tried. I really did.”
Alex kissed her head softly. “I know. I know you did, my love.” She sighed softly as she wrapped her arms tightly around her. “You did everything you could.”
“Why does it never seem enough?” Casey whispered as she buried her face in Alex’s neck.
“I’m not sure.” Alex whispered softly as she closed her eyes, remembering that she had wondered about the same thing before she had gotten shot.
Casey then looked up at Alex, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I know you also had a long day, I just-“
Alex shushed her, looking down at her and smiling softly. “I’m here for you.” She kissed her forehead softly. “I’m here.”
Casey smiled softly, leaned in to kiss her lips softly. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” Alex smiled against her lips. “I really do.” She whispered, kissing her lips softly again.
Casey hated showing weakness. Whenever she felt the need to cry or break down, she had to step aside and be alone. She had waited the whole way from the court to their apartment to finally break down with Alex. It wasn’t the first time, but she still hated it, and she felt guilty. She knew Alex had her own baggage, even if she never talked about it. She always looked so put together, so calm about things, she knew she was also stressed and upset whenever cases didn’t go her way, or when people at the bureau didn’t cooperate at all, but Alex still managed to always be there for Casey and do everything in her power have everything in control. Which, at some point, made Casey think, but she never said anything. If Alex ever needed her, she would be there just like Alex was always there. They supported each other, they were there for each other, they worked so well together, and Casey was willing to keep that going.
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At first, it seemed like nothing. Casey slowly started noticing that Alex was slowly becoming colder as time passed, but she knew the stress came with the chief title. She tried to get Alex to talk about it, she tried to be there for her just like Alex was there for her whenever a case went wrong, but Alex always said that everything was okay, just work stuff and she wanted to focus on them and nothing else. And Casey accepted it. She didn’t want to push, she didn’t want to be that kind of person that said she understood and then kept being a pain in the ass about it. Alex would talk when she wanted to talk and that was it. And it worked for the first 2 months, until Alex started changing more.
Alex had her days where she’d come home late, and so did Casey, it was not uncommon, and they knew about it, they updated each other. But when Alex started staying at her office and not coming home, Casey started to worry. Alex barely left a text and then went back home as if it was the most normal thing. Casey tried asking, over and over again, but Alex said she just had a lot of work to do, and the conversation ended there. There was a point where Casey really believed that Alex had gotten tired of her and that maybe she was having an affair, but that was stupid. Alex was not that kind of person, she could never be that person, so she dropped it. Once or twice, Casey went to visit her at her office, she offered to help and stay with her, but Alex told her it was alright and they went home, getting in bed as if things were okay.
Alex tried her best to push away how she had started to feel, hating the fact that she was letting it take over her mind and body, and there was nothing she could do about it. She tried her best to move on from it and pretend like things were okay, but she was getting exhausted to be working at the bureau, she was exhausted that she had to deal with people that saw her as nothing other than a bitch. The cases were starting to get harder and there were more coming their way, and she was stressed. Casey was her home. She was the only person that actually brought a little light to her life, but she knew that if she turned off that light, she’d hate herself forever, so instead of dumping everything on her, she opted to deal with it herself.
Alex groaned at the sound of her phone, wanting to ignore it but it was the fifth time that she heard it. She grabbed it and without looking at the same, she answered. “What?”
“Oh…uh. Sorry. I just wanted to check on you.” Casey said softly, her voice almost quiet.
Alex sighed as she took off her glasses and rubbed her face. “Case, I’m sorry. I just…have a load of work, I thought it was one of the guys.”
“No I…I get it.” Casey cleared her throat. “So, are you staying more at the office?”
Alex bit her lip as she thought for a moment. “I’m sorry. I am.”
“You should probably take a pillow and a blanket. You’ve been sleeping more there than here.” Casey snapped, and then fell into silence.
“Casey…I’m sorry. Really. I’ll make it up to you.” Alex said softly as she shook her head, knowing that what she was doing was wrong.
“So, another ‘make it up to you’ to the list. I’ll have to start a new paper. How many more are you gonna give me?”
Alex threw her head back as she heard Casey’s voice. “I really am. I pro-“
“No. Save it. I don’t need you to make more promises that won’t happen. Guess I’ll see you in the morning.”
Before Alex could say anything else, Casey hung up the call, making Alex threw her phone. “Fuck!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, covering her face as she felt tears running down her cheeks.
What would’ve happened if she had stayed with her fake life for just a little longer? What if she had actually seek help back then and work on everything that she was feeling? What if she had declined this offer and just taken her time to slowly come back to this world? What if she had focused on herself instead of pretending that she was okay? There were so many what if’s in her mind, so many unanswered questions. Why were they unanswered? Why couldn’t she just push herself to talk and seek help? Why couldn’t she do more? What was stopping her? Her depression? Her anxiety? Her PTSD? Why couldn’t she get her life together so she could get better? Not only for her, but for Casey. Why couldn’t she be okay?
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Alex sighed as she closed the door quietly, staying there for a little longer as she tried to calm down from the anger radiating in her whole body. She had just lost an important case, and everyone were staring at her with disappointment in their faces, with anger, as if it had been her decision to lose, as if they had any right to talk to her like she was just another employee. Maybe they were right, maybe she didn’t deserve that spot, maybe she didn’t deserve to be there, maybe she had pushed herself too soon and she was not supposed to be back in the world of law. Maybe she should’ve stayed where she was. She took a deep breath as she finally let go of the doorknob and took off her coat, putting it on the rack along with her briefcase. She walked slowly into the apartment, looking around to see if she could find Casey anywhere, but the whole apartment was dark, except for their bedroom. She slowly walked to it, opening the door slowly, smiling a little as she noticed Casey was sitting on the bed, her back to Alex.
“Case?” Alex asked softly, smiling as she walked to her, but her smile faded as soon as Casey looked back at her. Puffy, red eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Casey, what happened?”
Casey took a deep, shaky breath as she looked at Alex. “What’s going on, Alex?”
Alex frowned. “I don’t…I don’t know what you mean.”
Casey scoffed as she looked away. “You know how long it’s been since we’ve gone out?” She sighed. “2 months. You tried to make it up. Brought me my favorite coffee and a stuffed animal. We went out…had a nice dinner. Just like the very first time we went out together.” She looked back up at Alex. “And then, everything went back to the same damn thing.”
Alex sighed. “Casey, I can explain.”
“You know, for a moment I thought that maybe you were cheating on me.” Casey chuckled. “And you wanna hear the funny part? Is that I wished that it was that.” She nodded. “Maybe it would be easier to accept that you just…didn’t want me anymore.” She squinted her eyes as she tilted her head. “Am I a burden, Alex? Do you regret dating me and me moving in with you?”
“Casey, that’s not it.”
“Then what the fuck is it?” Casey stood up, making Alex take a step back. “Did I do something for you to not want me anymore? Did I say something? I just-“ She huffed a chuckle. “Fuck, Alex, I don’t know what’s happening. To us. To you. I’m so confused and I don’t know how else to ask you, because even if I try, you won’t say anything. You say things are okay, that we’re okay. We’re not okay, Alex! Nothing seems to be okay!”
Alex shook her head as she looked away. “No. Nothing is okay.”
Casey nodded as she let more tears roll down her cheeks. “What did I do, Alex? What…why are you not talking to me?”
Alex felt tears in her own eyes, sighing as she shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Casey. I don’t know if I did things right. If I’m doing things right.” She sobbed. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
“And why don’t you talk to me?”
“Because I don’t know what to say!” Alex snapped as she looked back at Casey. “I don’t know what to do, what the hell I’m supposed to do! I don’t know if I’m even supposed to be doing this! Any of this! I don’t know who I am anymore!”
Casey walked to Alex, raising her hand but then taking it back, not sure if she wanted to touch Alex. “I told you. I’m here for you. Why won’t you come to me like I come to you?”
“I can’t, Casey.” Alex looked down as she shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Alex, I’m your partner. I’m your girlfriend. I should-“
“You remind me of what I lost!” Alex snapped.
Silence surrounded them then. It seemed like the world had stopped. It took a moment for Alex to process what she had said, her mouth spoke before she could even think twice. And then it hit her. She didn’t mean that. Casey was her home. Casey was the light she needed in her life. Why had she said that?
“Casey-“
“Is that why you…” Casey sobbed as she took a step back. ‘…is that why you wanted to go out with me? Why you kept coming back to me? You…you thought that I was your way to come back to your old life? What…I just don’t get it. What did you want from me? What do you want from me, Alex?” She cried out as she stared at Alex the whole time.
Alex shook her head. “I’m lost, Casey.” She whispered. “I’m…I’m lost.”
“And I remind you of what you lost.” Casey repeated. “I remind you…of the job you lost…the life you lost…and what were you expecting from me?”
“I didn’t expect anything. I didn’t mean what I said. I’m…I’m stressed. There is so much going on, I need…I need help, Casey. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know if this is the life I want!”
Casey stared at her for a moment as she tried to process the words. “You don’t know…if you want me in your life.” She said quietly.
Alex stared at her and shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.”
“It’s exactly what you mean.” Casey scoffed as she wiped her tears. “I get it, Alex. And you know…I wanted to help you. I wanted…” she nibbled on her lip as she tried to make up her words. “I wanted to be here for you, no matter what. But I’m…I’m so tired of waiting. I’m so tired of trying to be here, and you push me away. I don’t want to pretend that things are okay anymore. I don’t want to pretend that I can still be happy if you keep pushing me away.”
Alex’s heart sank as she stared at Casey. “Casey…please.”
Casey shook her head. “No.”
Alex sobbed. “I’ll get better. I’ll- I’ll be better. For us.” She walked to Casey and grabbed her hands. “Casey…I need you.”
Casey shook her head as she looked away from Alex, avoiding her stare. “You need to get better for you, Alex. Not for us or for me.” She whispered softly. “I cannot keep doing this.”
Alex placed her hand on Casey’s cheek, trying to make her look at her. “I’m sorry. Please. I- please, Casey. I love you.”
Casey looked up at Alex then, green eyes locked in blue eyes. “And I love you. But I can’t do this.” She took a deep breath before she walked away from Alex.
Alex sobbed as she looked around, her body shaking as she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do. She looked back and ran after Casey. “Casey! Please! Don’t leave like this! We can work this out!”
Casey grabbed her bag and her briefcase, turning back to look at Alex, her hand already in the doorknob. “I wanted to work it out, Alex. But you kept pushing me away. And I…I don’t know if I believe that you’ll let me in.” She sobbed. “I’m sorry, Alex.” She opened the door and walked out of the apartment.
Alex dropped to her knees as she stared at the door, sobbing uncontrollably as she felt her body shaking. “What did I do?” She whispered softly.
#casey novak x alex cabot#casey novak#alex cabot#alexandra cabot#calex#svu fic#svu#law and order svu#casey novak fic#alex cabot fic
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Waaa no more request so I decided to make a school bus graveyard incorrect quotes:'D
Reader is here, but he/she/them a singel sorry
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Aiden: if i were to punch myself and i got hurt am i strong or weak?
Reader: strong!
Ben writing: weak
Tyler: an idiot
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Taylor: what's worst than a heart break?
Reader: waking up finding your phone unplug
Tyler: waking up in the morning
Ashlyn: waking up
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Ashlyn: sometimes I wanna be a caterpillar
Logan: why?
Ashlyn: eat's a lot, sleep's a lot
Logan: oh.. but wait fun fact about caterpillars they have a life span of two weeks?
Ashlyn: hm that's another highlight
Logan realize: wait no!
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Aiden: Quick Ashlyn hold my hand!
Ashlyn: now what?!
Aiden: nothing i just wanna hold hands
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Tyler: hey reader
Reader: my old friend used to call me that
Tyler:...
Tyler: ITS BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALY YOUR NAME
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Reader in a sleepover with Taylor: hey do you know what time it is my phone just died
Taylor: oh my phone died too, wait
Taylor stands up and took a flute and playing terrible
Tyler: WHO THE HECK PLAYS A FLUTE IN 5AM
Taylor: its 5am wait.. its already 5am?
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Reader: what's a thot?
Aiden: a thoughtful friend
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Taylor bringing you a snack
Reader: thanks Tay your such a thot
Tyler: exuse me what?-
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Ashlyn: ah shit..
Mr. Banner: hey language
Tyler: oh fucking c'mon
Mr. Banner: language!
Taylor: ah shit that hurts
Mr. Banner: language!..
Aiden: what the frick brick jick kick jack is that shing shong
Reader: hey what the fick tick tickity tock was that about
Mr. Banner:...
Mr. Banner: what the fuck?..
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Ben writing fast: your loosing a lot of blood, Quick what's your type?!
Tyler reading it: blonde, has glasses, and a sniper
Reader: NO DUDE YOUR BLOOD TYPE!
Tyler: dunno ask him
Aiden: red
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Ben writing: do you think crabs fly?
Reader: how high are you?
Ben: 6'0
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Reader: how high are you?
Aiden: how what?
Reader: high
Aiden: hello
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Cop: you're receiving a ticket for having three people in one motorcycle
Ben was driving
Aiden: wait three?
Cop: yeah?
Taylor: OMG TYLER!
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Reader: setting down an ace of spades
Aiden: setting down a 4+ uno
Ashlyn: Pikachu I choose you
Ben sweating because he doesn't know what the heck is happening
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Ashlyn: why is Taylor and tyler leaning at each others back?
Aiden: they had a fight
Logan: why are they holding hands then?
Reader: they got sad after a fight
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I'll be making more of this and try to ship reader with someone:')
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Can I request for Will Smith?!?
The youngest and only Hughes sister brings Will do the Devils stadium series family skate when the public doesn't know that they're dating and neither do her brothers besides Quinn
he knew your brothers and parents, what hockey player didn’t? so he was nervous to meet them in person. you calmed him down by saying it was a public setting, likely a few cameras so your brothers couldn’t freak out even if they wanted to. his argument was that you should at least tell them that you’re bringing him. you just shrugged in response. your parents knew and to you that was all that mattered right now.
however, the second you stepped onto the ice, you locked eyes with luke. he smiled widely, considering he hadn’t seen you in a while, but then his eyes caught will standing next to you. his smile suddenly faltered, and he gave you a questioning look.
“let’s say hi to luke,” you spoke, grabbing wills hand and leading him over. but before you reached him, jack was stopping abruptly in front of you.
“what’s this?” he glanced between you and will.
“this is will, he’s my boyfriend,” you said with a small smile.
“you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend. and you definitely never mentioned meeting him.” you rolled your eyes at your brother.
“well now i am. be nice.” luke appeared behind jack, a small smile on his lips. “luke, this is my boyfriend, will.” luke gave a wave but jack was still staring at you. he opened his mouth to speak but luckily your parents joined the group and your mom cut him off.
“will! so nice to finally meet you!” will smiled, return to sentiment.
“nice to meet you too.”
“you knew about this?” jack asked, turning to face your mom then back to you. “how come you told them?”
“because they didn’t lose their shit. are you done?” he rolls his eyes and skates off by himself, causing you to huff and luke to laugh.
“he’ll get over himself in a bit and be perfectly fine,” ellen tells will, who just nervously nods. you tug on his hand and start to skate away, toward the boards where everyone else is skating in circles.
“come on, let’s skate for a bit!”
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✨ Random Aesthetic Challenge! ✨
Rose Dawson + Heart of the Ocean! 💙
Not a request! 🖤
#not a request just a treat!#had to do this because of the jack request#aesthetic challenge#rose dawson#rose dewitt bukater#rose dawson moodboard#rose dawson aesthetic#heart of the ocean#heart of the ocean necklace#heart of the ocean moodboard#heart of the ocean aesthetic#moodboard#aesthetic#random aesthetic#titanic
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#I also keep seeing modern au aubrey-maturin art#that makes me wish I could draw and thereby contribute#unfortunately I can't even *write* modern aus generally. but I like transferring character dynamics from place to place in my brain#and I feel like I could do a university AU very nicely if I could do AUs at all#because I have had rowers in my class with as far as I could tell jack's exact personality#(unfortunately it has to be a US university AU because (a) that's what I know and (b) afaik nobody else does randomly assigned roommates)#(and I cannot pass up the opportunity for randomly assigned roommates.#OR RATHER#for 'you seem more or less human - quick let's request each other so we don't have to go into potluck'#I think that works best)#(but maybe they are both international students anyway. that works fine. & therefore extremely alarmed by potluck [can't say they're wrong]#sophie is a sorority girl. english major I think. and I can see her so clearly#(she's the part I want to draw)#she's not that into the high-octane social schedule her sorority expects her to have#but her pushy mother was a member and it is Unthinkable that sophie should not be#and a lot of the other girls are sweet :) so it's fine :) she says#feel like she has roommate issues (unlike her original self she is able to live away from mrs williams so this makes up for that)#so she's always over in jack and stephen's room. people who know her tangentially sometimes gossip about which one she's actually dating#(at that particular moment it is actually neither of them she's just hanging out with stephen)#diana freed from the shackles of 19th century womanhood creates even more and weirder drama than in canon#idk I just want to see the plot of post captain played out over text message#don't ask me HOW idk HOW i just want it#stephen is a biology major/pre-med obvs. if he can survive organic chemistry#jack is some kind of engineering major. I think he'd enjoy that with the math. diana has changed her major 7 times#(I don't know whether to put jack in rotc. I don't think it Actually actually fits - he's in the navy in canon because he's in the navy#not bc he's Inevitably Military In All Worlds. he would not want to do that if he didn't get to sail#but at the same time I find it hard to picture him not belonging to Discipline somehow.#it's more than a disinterested passion for cleanliness that drives him to wash stephen's mug for him that has had coffee and ramen in it#(and NOT in that order)#in the bathroom sink
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#thinking about Marisom again#I just think like Ransom finally gets his own ship#and he goes through like 5 first officers in a year#they're all kiss ass brown nosers who never have any good input on what to do#because they're to busy trying to agree with him#and finally Ransoms like 'you know who WILL call me on my shit? Mariner. Mariner has never once had a problem telling me what for'#so he specifically requests her as a first officer#and she's like 'You're an idiot! Why would you want that?! Yeah no of course I'll do it.#btw you have to transfer all my friends to your ship too. I'm refuse to put up with you if I can't bitch to Brad about it over drinks later'#and like it takes them a year or so#but they really are a good team#Beckett is often the only person who can actually break through Jacks ego when that needs to happen#He's the only commander she's ever had who genuinely does believe in her ability to be a good officer#they just make each other better#and eventually they realize they want to be romantic partners not just work partners#idk idk#I just think it's cute 🥺🥺#(also very funny to me if they end up having kids and refer to their ship as their 'eldest child'/ 'problem child')
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whoever painted over the coax jacks can meet me in the fucking parking lot istg
#em talks#I'm so tired#I've had to send in three maintenance requests and spend an hour on the phone with the internet people and take an exacto knife to the sink#grouting and I've been in here like five days#and now I can't do my morning leave on friday bc i have to wait for the internet guys in the afternoon because some goddamn hero#painted over the goddamn coax outlets and they're not the ones where the jack is part of the plate#FUCK#anyway I'm normal now or whatever#FUCK I NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT THE RENT PAYMENT THAT JUST FUCKING VANISHED
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I’m gonna fistfight my school’s disability services.
#like first off. I have only JUST TODAY. gotten a solid answer as to where I stand with SLDS and housing.#I have been emailing them. since January#two! I have been working with them FOR HALF A FUCKING YEAR. DOING EVERYTHING THEY REQUEST. INCLUDING TWO SEPERATE DOCTORS VISITS.#BECAUSE THEY KEEP SAYING IF I DO EVERYTHING RIGHT ILL GET MY ALREADY FUCKING APPROVED ACCOMIDATIONS.#AND NOW. I GET AN EMAIL. SAYING actually sorry you don’t get Any on campus housing because you’re TECHNICALLY a senior#and third year housing is lowest on priorities so you can’t get it :/#LIKE FUCKING EXCUSE ME#AFTER JUMPING THROUGH SO MANY FUCKING HOOPS YOURE JUST GONNA DENY ME HOUSING ALL TOGETHER?????#LIKE MOTHERFUCKERS ALL OF MY ENTRY ESSAYS WERE ON AUTISM IN COLLEGE WITH AN EMPHASIS ON WHY THE AUTISTIC STUDENT DROP OUT RATE IS SO HIGH#AND NOW YOURE GONNA TELL THE AUTOSTIC STUDENT YOU CANT PROVIDE ACCOMIDATIONS OR THEIR PRE APPROVED PLACE TO FUCKING LIVE???#LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO BUT DROP OUT?????#THIS IS PART OF THE GODDAMN ISSUE!!!!#anyways. thanks in no small part to my mom we’re now yelling at Housing again because SLDS ain’t doing Jack shit#and the housing lady was very nice and said that she will Figure it Out for me and that I Will have a dorm provided next semester#shoutout to my mom for taking over that phone call when I started crying btw#also for threatening to Sue the School because THEY HAD ALL THE FUCKING RECORDS AND THEN SAID actually nvm we take that back No Housing#like?????#anyways. current worst case scenario is no longer couchsurfing in my friend’s house#instead it’s either ‘single but no bathroom’ or ‘bathroom but Random Roommates’#between which I think I might just cry again but. better than a couch!#and if I stay in the current assignment (the single but no bath) I’m not getting an ESA because the building has no ac#and the one person I knew who lived there had to take her cat outside Regularly because the building was dangerously hot for him#and I can’t do that to a kitten i would Perish#anyways! fuck SLDS for making me do all of this for HALF OF A FUCKING YEAR just to deny me based on credits#especially when they knew I was going into my third year to start with#so! I’m gonna punch some people! and hopefully Housing Girlie helps me out cause I’m loosing my shit
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so! you mentioned in the 'p0rn preferences' post that Gaz is not the one who jerks off the most in the 141, and I humbly ask you, who would that be?
I don't mean this as a request, just a little discussion, cause I feel like Soap would just be going at it at any chance possible, like a bunny. he probably doesn't care much if someone hears it, but that's just me thinking too much into it.
Who Jerks off the Most in the 141 + König
Warnings: 18+, Heavy Mentions of Masturbation, Male Masturbation, Implied Reader in Individual Headcanons, Accidental and Implied Voyeurism, Edging, Brief Mention of Injury, Men Who Moan <3, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.
A/N: As per Anon's question (which I just had to turn into a post of its own) I present to you the list of the 141 members (and König) who jerk off from the most to least <3
Soap
I have to agree with you here, Anon - Johnny is most definitely the king of self love when it comes to the 141.
He doesn't much care where he is or who he's with; when he has to satisfy his needs, he'll do so.
Though, he'll spare whoever's with him the sight of watching him throwing his head back, trying to stifle his moans behind gritted teeth whilst the wet sound of his hand slipping up and down the length of his shaft fill the room.
Unless they want to.
For one reason or another, he's nigh-insatiable when it comes to his libido, and the fact that his stamina affords him the luxury of beating himself off until his cum is practically translucent doesn't help.
The slightest thing can set him off.
Someone brushing past him ? Hard.
Someone stroking his ego a little too enthusiastically ? Bricked up.
He sees something that's shaped to be a little too curvy or phallic ? Stiff as a pole.
He remembers something mildly suggestive you did three years ago in that restaurant ? He's going to the Horny Realm.
Yes, his teammates have complained about his incessant moaning-come-grunting-come-whimpering through all hours of the night, his voice contorting through a spectrum of desperation and Johnny always ending up spent and overstimulated by the time the sun comes up.
And then he's ready to do it all again the second night touches the horizon line, giving his teammates a knowing smile when he walks into the room sporting nothing else save for a pair of boxers and a monster that looks to be trying to tear itself free from them.
Gaz
Dude's young. Of course he's throttling that rooster on a nigh-daily basis.
The only reason he's not at it as much as Soap is because he likes to believe he still has a few threads of his self-restraint intact.
He doesn't.
Especially when it comes to you (regardless of whether you're dating yet or not).
But he doesn't need to know that.
Honestly, the only thing that separates him from Johnny's unmatched libido is the fact that it takes a little more than the slightest provocation to get Gaz going.
Albeit, that line is a thin one.
If he so much as accidentally sees something explicit for upwards of three seconds, he's hard.
The only advantage of his need for satisfaction is the speed with which he can achieve it.
He and Johnny actually timed each other once to see who could get off the fastest.
Gaz won. Though, only by a slim margin.
Needless to say, that made for a rather interesting conversation with the Captain when he walked in on two of his best soldiers sat panting on the edge of their cots, an almost-translucent spray spattered across their stomachs, eyes half-lidded and hazy.
Ghost
The third-in-line for the Throttle Throne is none other than our beloved Ghost.
Unlike Johnny and Gaz, Ghost is more likely to leave himself alone at the first sign of trouble, toughing it out until he can will his mind to less lustful pastimes.
He won't make his jacking off known to anyone, either, often doing it in the shower where the water beats down so harshly that no sound can be heard for the water's fall.
That, and he's a master at keeping his voice low, no matter the circumstances.
More often than not, Simon makes quick work of jerking off purely because it’s a means to an end. However, if it’s you he’s thinking of, he’s much more likely to take his time — to immerse himself in the fantasy of your body around his, taking him so well in one capacity or another. Fucking yourself dumb on his cock.
During these times, he’s thorough — much more likely to edge himself, to throw his head back and growl between gritted teeth, to savour the sensation coiling in his stomach, his balls growing tight.
Otherwise, he’ll stroke one out as quickly as he can, getting back to business as usual.
And to look at him, on the surface, you'd never know that he just spent the last three minutes rubbing one out in the bathroom (yes, he is also a contender for first place in the 'Who Can Jack Off The Quickest Competition', but he'll never allow Johnny or Gaz the luxury of witnessing his unprecedented skill; that's for your eyes only).
Until he corners you, breathing down your neck, scolding you for tempting him - a man whose restraint lies only in his ability to hold off from reducing you to an exponential reflection of his prior state, breathless and covered in fluids.
König
Have you seen the size of that thing ? Man should be in the olympics for being able to throw that weight around.
Similarly to Ghost, König only gets himself off when it's absolutely necessary.
Only if he doesn't have you lying around to help him, of course.
Though, he lets himself have a bit of fun with it. Especially if it's been a tough day.
He's vocal, too. Though he tries not to be.
He just can't help it. Days' - maybe even weeks' - worth of unspent adrenaline and semen is hardly any way for a soldier like König to go about his life. So, he expels it in the privacy of quite literally any isolated space he can find.
König is not an adventurous spirit by any means when it comes to self pleasure, but when needs must, he's willing to shoulder the weight of the prospect that someone on his team could walk in at any second and catch him spraying his stomach or the wall white with, let's face it, thick ropes of cum.
Hong-Jin's actually caught him doing that before now.
That's actually how the two became friends: Horangi heard König grunting in the store cupboard and, knowing how stubborn his Colonel was with letting others know when he was injured, sought him out. Wanted to offer his help.
Catching Colonel König in the act of throwing his head back whilst growling the name '(Y/N)' into the darkest corner of the room was, suffice it to say, not what Horangi had been expecting.
Price
You just know he's cool with it. And by 'cool', I mean incredibly intentional, controlled, and not ravenous in the ways our other favourite military princesses are.
Sure, Price has gotten hard on the job a few times.
Who hasn't ?
But thanks to his level head, unwavering devotion to his work, and absolute refusal to acknowledge that he did, in fact, get a little bit of a chub during a shoot-out, he's managed to gain control over every facet of his body.
Until he comes home to you, of course.
Until he's able to loom over you like an omen and run his hands down your sides, stopping at your hips and pressing kisses that become more open-mouthed the further down the side of your neck he dips.
Pressing his hips into yours. Something demands your attention.
There have been very few occasions where a cold shower wasn't a quick enough fix for him.
When the days of having you milk him are too far out of sight, he's had to suffice with his own hands before now. Had to imagine - remember - what yours felt like in his place, your lips curled up as he gripped the chair arms, breathless as he moaned into the warm tones of your shared apartment.
But don't worry ! He'll be sure to catch you up on everything you've missed while he's been away once he returns.
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Can I request a Nanami x fem reader where his girl jokingly pulls him in by his tie at work but she doesn’t know how turned on he gets by it? Pent up Nanami my beloved
I love ties for this exact reason Anon.
Pairing: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, workplace sex, tie pulling, rough sex, panties to the side, desk sex, pent up Nanami Kento
A/N: Ties were a great invention.
Pent up!Nanami tries his hardest to not let his frustration get the best of him during work. You don't even know the half of it really, how hard he has to hold back when you wear shorts skirts. There should be some kind of dress code because his cock is not having a good time when he sees you in those.
Pent up!Nanami would never admit it but he has jacked off in the bathroom stalls more then once. He hates makes the kind of mess that he does, and worse having to hold back groans in case someone walks in. He has a reputation to uphold.
Pent up!Nanami gets so hard when you pull him by his tie and into a playful kiss. It may be playful for you but for him it's like an invitation. Good thing he had his glasses on so you didn't see the way he closed his eyes shut when he felt that little tug and the press of your lips against his right after.
Pent up!Nanami sets his tie back into place the first couple of times you pull on it so you don't really think there's anything wrong with him. The kisses are always short, quick, in between things that don't let you see the aftermath of them, his pants tenting and his hand cupping over the bulge.
Pent up!Nanami has officially had enough of your teasing. If you're gonna be like that then you better be ready to do something about his erections too. He can't do all the work. Well he can but he would really prefer not to when your holes are right there and wet and willing.
Pent up!Nanami considers taking his tie off when he pushes you against the desk but decides against it. He can undo the buttons on his shirt, he can take off his suit jacket, his pants can be around his ankles, his glasses can be off, his hair can be messy and slick with sweat but that tie stays on.
Pent up!Nanami won't take your panties off either, he doesn't have the patience to anymore, he will only move them to the side. Better yet you can hold them to the side while he fucks his cock into you. You already know how wet they are right? Then what do you think you do to him when you tease him all day?
Pent up!Nanami grips the edges of the desk with full strength, his veins bulging as he rocks you and the desk back and forth from the reckless, hard pace he's decided on. You can't even get a grip around him with your legs because he keeps nudging them apart every time. You can only hold onto his shirt, hair or tie.
Pent up!Nanami has to put his hand over your mouth to keep you from moaning. But he's not having an easy time either, and he's all out of hands. Well there is his tie still, he can bite down on that. You never thought you'd see him so far gone that he has to gag himself with his own tie to keep noises down.
Pent up!Nanami decides on a special tie that he will wear to work because he can't fuck you every time you pull on his tie. When he wears his special tie it's a sign that he wants to fuck you. Kind of like people leave a tie on the door handle.
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We share the love language of biting. Now imagine TWST beatsfolk has that as an actual sign of courting. Like you're chilling with Leona, not dating or wooing him, and then you bite his cheek in affection. And all of Savanaclaw is shocked because among them, it's the same as i.e. proposing marriage. The utter chaos XD
OHH MY GOSSSHHH YOUR BRAIN >>> I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? HAHAHA SODEFHSELKJD i'm gonna expand on that for a few characters...
Accidentally courting them
General warnings: Gender-neutral reader, not really proof read lol. Obvious Malleus and Lilia favoritism <3 I also decided that they ARE dating in this scenario, I think its cuter that way in my head heuheu
Featuring: Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Malleus, Lilia, ... and Rook HAHA.
TW: none! Just a bunch o' fluff of biting your non-human lover without realizing it was a sign of courtship <3
Leona
It was a typical day for Leona. You two were sitting in the lounge where most of the other students lingered, Leona becoming rather... possessive as of late. Instead of resting in his bedroom away from prying eyes as you had requested from your lover, he ignored all your feeble cries requesting privacy. Instead, he holds you in his lap without worrying what others are thinking. A form of showing others you were his, and his alone. You were conflicted in your feelings, staring at him. His eyes were closed, but he could feel your gaze burning into his head.
"How long are you-" Then it happened. You gave in. You gave his cheek a bit of a nibble. All of the sudden the chattering stopped, all eyes were on you, before they start patting Leonas back and giving him congrats while a few seemed to pull presents right out of their asses.
"Wha- what's going on?" Leona grumbled with a light blush before growling and pushing the face of someone who tried to hand him another gift.
"You all look like idiots! You know biting means something different to us. Don't be dumb." Okay, now you were extra confused. Seeing your utter ignorance, Leona sighed.
"Biting in our land is a sign of courtship, herbivore." ...Oh. You blush deeply and hide your face in his chest, Leona looking away flustered and ruffling your hair.
"Try again in a few years, and I just might bite you back."
Ruggie
You were walking down the halls with your boyfriend when suddenly you had the urge to just...bite him. an overwhelming sense of love and affection for the fact he had given you some of the bread he (probably legally) got ahold of. You smiled fondly at the bread and back at Ruggie before placing your mouth on the bulb of his shoulder, causing him to yelp in suprise and dropping his half of the bread.
"wha- huh?! What was that for?" He became flustered, bending over to pick up his bread and slowly move away from you with bright red cheeks. You furrowed your eyebrows and hugged yourself, almost embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I just...I dunno," Your cryptic and non specific response left him with his jaw open and eyes wide, spluttering out things like "We're still in school! I don't have the funds yet-" before a familiar fist came and knocked the back of Ruggies head. Leona stood there smiling in amusement and chuckling at you.
"I don't think they know what that means to us beastman, Ruggie." Even more confused then before, you asked for clarification.
"You just asked him to marry you with that bite of yours, herbivore." Now YOUR mouth was wide open, and Ruggie managed to get flee from the scene without much notice from you nor his senior.
Oh brother. You have a lot of communicating to do with that one.
Jack
You were sitting at the lunch table eating away at your food when you noticed...Jack's biceps. You marveled at the sight of his bulky arms- it's a wonder to you how he managed to become so strong and have the motivation to train all day. With a burst of admiration, instead of biting into your sandwich - you took a bite into his muscle. He yelped in suprise and just stared at you, face slowly turning red. Ace and Deuce laughed at his reaction, ready to ask you what was up before Jack took it upon himself to... well, flustered and rapidly spit-firing plans.
"W-we are still so young! Are you sure about this? I-i never knew our relationship was at this level!" He grabbed both of your hands and looked you in your (bewildered) eyes.
"If you're serious about this, I promise I will protect and love you for the rest of my life. But before we go ahead with the ceremony, I want you to meet my parents and get their blessings. Oh, and I need to get a stable job after we finish school first, too, so I can support you and our future. know we haven't talked about marriage before but-" You quickly cut him off in astonishment before crying out,
"MARRIAGE?! Jack, WHAT are you talking about?! I am absolutely not ready for marriage! What got into you?!"
...Queue Ruggie and Leona hysterically laughing at your utter confusion, reveling in the ignorance of it all for a few moments longer before explaining properly what you had just committed yourself unknowingly to.
Malleus
You were laying in the bed of Malleus Draconias's dorm, scrolling on your phone whilst his tail wrapped around your waist as he sat next to you reading a book. You sighed lightly and leaned your head back against the board of the mattress, turning slightly to look at your handsome fae lover. Your eyes then went down to his pale and perfect skin of his neck, the way it was free from all blemishes, smooth, and bright. Something about it made you want to taint it a light shade of red... He felt you shuffle slightly to adjust your body to be in just the right position where his neck was in full view. He glanced over to you feeling you wriggle free from his tails grasp, tilting his head seeing the look in your eyes crazed as you leaned over and just...chomped down on his collarbone.
You felt his tail twitch and his hands quickly throw the book he was reading aside to grasp your wrists, turning your body around and pinning you to the bed and carrassing your cheek with his tail.
"Biting..." He murmured, "Does this mean the same to humans as it does to Fae? You wish to be wed?" Your jaw dropped and cheeks took on a rosey hue, stuttering over yourself.
"W-wed?! I mean, I like to bite when I feel affectionate b-but marriage...I mean maybe one day b-but-"
"Biting in Fae culture is a sign of courtship and ownership. How brazen of you to mark me," he chuckled, "I shall take it you wish to own the next king of Briar Valley?" You could tell at this point Malleus was teasing you, something he picked up from the time you two have been dating.
Malleus could not help but return the favor by riddling your body with his own bite marks. Although he understood you perhaps did not have the intention of marrying him with your silly little form of affection, he knew in his mind with every bite that he was very serious about your future with him.
Lilia
Lilia already knew that biting in the human world did not mean marriage, yet was akin to something more of "cute aggression." So when you have the habit of biting him in the privacy of yours or his room, he knows you simply meant it as a form of affection, letting him know that you had an overwhelming sense of love for the old fae. He bit you back consistently on many occasions, it just seemed to be the perfect form of showing love for one another.
You didn't actually know it meant something much deeper, until you were in the diasomnia lounge and unable to control yourself as you grabbed Lilias hand and bit down gently on his wrist. You couldn't help it, he was being so entirely silly and loving towards you, that you couldn't help but show this public display of affection. Much to everyone else's dismay, however. Sebek stares at you with his mouth agape, sounds of disbelief escaping past his lips yet a sentence unable to form. Malleus as well seemed surprised at this.
"(y/n)," Malleus said, "You wish to marry Lilia?" You coughed at the sudden question and let out a feeble and awkward chuckle.
"I mean...I wouldn't mind one day, of course. We haven't really talked about it. Why the sudden question?"
"HOW DARE YOU," Sebek cried out after finally finding his words, "How dare you bite Lilia and be so insolent as to not move forward with your actions in dignity! YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR PROPOSAL-" Lilia started snickering, cutting Sebek off with a wave of his hand.
"It's quite alright, Sebek. Biting means something much different to humans than Fae, I suppose this is the first you had seen us put on a show of affection, hence your confusion." He turned to you, who had furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips at Sebeks sudden outburst.
"Biting, my dear, is a form of courtship to us fae. It is a sign of ownership," He chuckled.
"Why didn't you tell me that?!" You exasperated, "I mean, it wouldn't have changed anything I have done, but I would have been more careful about it... especially if it means something more to you," Lilia gracefully explained he understood it meant something slightly different to humans, before gently grabbing your hand and raising it to his mouth.
"Well, now that you understand what it means," He put your ring finger into his mouth and took a bite at the base,
"Would you like to bite me once more, my dear?"
Bonus:
Rook
You bit his arm and he immediately was on one knee.
"Was that a proposal? You know mon cheri, biting one affectionately is often a declaration of courtship-" You hit the top of his head and walked away from your interesting boyfriend.
"You're not a beastman or a fae! I'm never biting you again!" Your face red and folding your arms, turning away (ah, his cute tsundere lover.)
Oh woe is Rook! He begs and begs you to bite him more, he wants to be covered in your marks. It means you were claiming him as your own, right? RIGHT??
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This was so fun to write DFSEFDSFIHSLDKJF thank you for the brain rot heuheuheueheueh
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