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ghostfaceorgirlfriend · 11 months

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Ethan morales nsfw alphabet?

NSFW ALPHABET || ETHAN MORALES

18+ minors dni

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex):

Ethan is generally good at aftercare. He will give you soft kisses and tell you how good you did. He will also wipe you off and take a shower with you if that's what you want. If he has to leave in a hurry he always makes sure to still wipe you and give you a soft kiss before heading out.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's):

His favorite body of himself would be his hands. This is mostly because he knows that you love them. He also loves the idea of being able to make you fall apart with just his hands and fingers. His favorite body part of yours would be your hips/thighs. He loves running his hands up and down your thighs and hips and loves grabbing onto them during sex.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

The most common place Ethans cums is on your stomach, but if you are sucking him off and if you're okay with it he cums in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret oftheirs):

His dirty secret is that he loves when you take control. He doesn't get in that mood all of the time, but when you are scolding him or taking charge, he can’t help but be incredibly turned on.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?):

Ethan is mildly experienced. He definitely knows what he is doing, but he really hasn't been with that many girls. This is mostly due to girls only recently showing any interest in him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Ethan loves doggy. He loves being able to hold onto your hips while fucking you, not only that but he knows you love it as well which just makes it 10x better. Although this is his favorite position, he will always make sure to switch it up before you cum because he wants to see your face when he makes you finish.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Ethan is somewhere between serious and goofy. He isn't overly serious about the entire thing and he definitely will rattle off a teasing joke or two.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Ethan is pretty well groomed. He has hair but it's not too long. Carpet definitely matches the drapes…it's dark and a bit curly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Ethan can absolutely be intimate during sex, especially when you need him to be. The first time you guys had sex he was giving you kisses all over your body and making sure you felt appreciated and taken care of. When you've had a particularly rough day, his more romantic and soft side comes out.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

It's not uncommon for Ethan to jack off a few times a week. Most of the time it's when you turn him on, but you guys can’t do anything about it at the moment. He will usually go home a bit flustered and jack off to the thought of what he was gonna do to you later.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Ethan has a hair pulling kink. It first started when he was going down on you and you had absentmindedly tugged on his hair. He let out a groan and told you to do it again…it's been something you've always done ever since, and everytime it still elicits a moan from Ethan.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

despite being a rule breaking and taking risks in everyday life, ethan prefers to have sex in private where you both can fully enjoy the moment. Although, if we are talking oral that's a whole different story. Eating you out somewhere where you have to keep quiet? He's so down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

literally just about anything turns him on. You in general just makes him horny, so you could look at him and there are already thoughts racing through his mind about taking your clothes off right then and there and fucking you

N = No (something they wouldn't do. turn offs):

anything that causes you to be in pain, ethan is generally not down for. He just doesn't enjoy it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

he’s definitely more of a giver than a receiver. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s so down for you sucking him off, but he gets so much pleasure from knowing he is making you feel good. again, he also loves when you tug his hair while he eats you out soooo….

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

his pace depends on the occasion. if it’s one of those days where you are struggling he is going to be slow and sensual, but more often than not fast and rough is the way to go for him. it’s what feels best to both you and him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Surprisingly, Ethan isn’t that big of a fan of quickies but he definitely partakes from time to time when you guys just can’t wait any longer. He likes taking his time with you and making you beg so it’s definitely a switch up. Either way though, he knows he’s making you cum.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

ethan is absolutely down for experimenting and taking risks. i mean that’s literally who he is

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

ethan is more of a one long round rather than multiple back to back rounds. you both take your time and enjoy the moment, so it’s not often that you guys go more than two rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

he doesn’t own toys, but he’d be more than happy to use any of your toys on you if you wanted him to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

if ethan loves to do anything it’s teasing. especially in public. He likes working you up and it makes it even better when he finally gets to help you release after hours of teasing and provoking.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

ethan isn’t super loud but he definitely lets out quiet moans and grunts just for you because he knows you like it when you can hear him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

ethan loves car sex. It's the sweet spot between public and private and he loves the thrill of it.

X= X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes):

ethan has a solid 6 ½ inches and nice girth making him absolutely perfect to reach all your sweet spots and to stretch you out

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

ethan’s sex drive is definitely high

Z= Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

ethan takes a while to fall asleep after sex. his mind is usually wired, and he only feels himself getting tired when you have already been fast asleep in his arms for a while.

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bellewintersroe · 9 months

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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader - smut.

Part 11 omfg I am so excited to write this chapter! Let’s hope it doesn’t flop… You can find my masterlist for F1 here which contains the other 10 parts to this story- be warned a lot of it is heavy on the smut.

After a heavy night of partying in Belgium and some teasing on both parts, Daniel had had enough and is bold enough to make a move. Sick of their semi separation, he’s desperate to reunite, and they do, maybe not so smoothly as he would have liked but it’s the end result which counts, and Daniel wants nothing more than to have his girl back in his arms… Warning: 18+ heavy mentions of smut, oral, graphic descriptions of rough sex, choking, spanking etc. Swearing (obviously) and arguments. Daniel is as angry as Daniel Ricciardo can seemingly get. I am FERAL for this man…

No matter who was on the top or bottom, you knew there was going to be a celebration after a Grand Prix. Whether certain people joined in or not, you were bound to find a good handful of racers making the most of their evening off.

Y/n found herself surrounded by plenty of partygoers as she joined the Red Bull team and pretty much every other team for a celebration in a buzzing club. She swore she’d steer away from alcohol, especially with everything going on with Daniel, but she couldn’t help herself. After two drinks, the rest went down way too easily.

Daniel. He was here tonight, celebrating with everybody. The AlphaTauri car might’ve been a tractor, and Daniel had faced some difficult obstacles since racing, but he was doing great considering all of those factors.

She could feel her eyes gaze over to him every now and then, and the more intoxicated she became the more she couldn’t stop, nor control herself. She wanted him, not even just in a sexual way, she just wanted to be in his vicinity, stand next to him, talk to him- act how they used to do. Her heart yearned at the thought of how close they used to be. Why couldn’t they have that back? Daniel, of course felt the same way. He just couldn’t bare to look in her direction, when he did, his jaw tightened seeing all the other men eyeing her up. He couldn’t torture himself like that, not purposefully, anyway. You see, she had come up with the dumb idea that talking to the mechanics of Red Bull would make Daniel jealous. It did- but it didn’t mean it was right to do. It was incredibly immature and toxic, but part of her wanted to see exactly what he was missing out on. She always socialised with these people, but Daniel knew it was different tonight. Her hand was resting on Jay’s shoulder as she seemed to laugh borderline non stop, apart from when she was swigging down a vodka cranberry. Daniel physically rolled his eyes, temper spurred on with the alcohol as he continued to drink a stupid amount, like he was in his 20s again. “Have you see the video of somebody of not being able to get the side jack off the car, he goes flying, has that ever happened to you?” She was entertained, half distracted as she talked to the many mechanics and engineers around. “Oh yeah, yeah! Thank god it wasn’t me!” Jay knocked her arm, swaying in an intoxicated amusement. “So- so-“ Ollie, one of the younger mechanics leaned over the table. “-Be honest, have you ever got with any of the drivers?” I snickered at his question, my eyes finding the one man I certainly had ‘got with’. Daniel was between a group of his friends at the bar, chatting away, it was as though it was his instinct to turn and look directly at her the second her eyes were on him. Her lips tugged up as she remained focused on the Australian whilst shaking her head. “No.” She glanced back to Ollie. “No, I haven’t. Some F2 guys though.” When she glanced back to Daniel his jaw was tight and he was watching her in a way she’d never seen. He looked hungry, jealous, Daniel never looked so dark, until now. He looked so attractive, beautiful, but there was something about the way he was stood and stared at her that told her he was still bothered. Of course he was, he was the one that said he loved her. Deciding to give up this small game of cat and mouse she was playing, she just continued to enjoy the conversations with everybody, choosing not to go up and dance with a group of intoxicated man. A sensation of guilt had washed over her, so when she returned from the toilets to wash her hands clean of anything mean she’d been intending on, she pulled up at the bar, glancing down to see a tanned, veiny arm pressed up to the bar next to her.

He let out a small mutter of her name, one only she could hear. Her back stiffened and she looked up to him with a daring smirk. Daniel thought he’d forgotten how to breathe for a second, until he took a hold of her wrist, gently, so she could break free if she wanted. “Can we leave?” He was pissed though, there was no room for a smirk in the dispute they were about to have.

“Now?!” Her heart fluttered at the question, she was already stepping away from the bar, “yeah.” Daniel responded bluntly as she nodded, following directly after him with the weirdest feeling in her tummy. There was a tension between them, and his grip on her wrist got unconsciously tighter when she began giggling and speaking to people mid being pulled out to a car.

“You okay?” She innocently spoke, trying to distract herself from the fact she was actually alone with him. She brushed her hair, found some gum, reapplied her lipgloss. You’d think she was going to the club, not leaving.

“Yeah, just…” he let out an inward sigh, annoyance filling his bones. “We’ll talk when we’re back.”

You see, her filter wasn’t exactly great when she was drunk, nobody’s was- but that mixed with Daniel’s already annoyance, was a bad combination. “Talk about what?” She shuffled in her seat, knees pulled up onto the seats, tucked up slightly besides her as Daniel glanced down, noticing the slight pink lace of her underwear showing through. “Put your seatbelt on.” He shook the improper thoughts away, grinding his teeth together and jittering his leg uncontrollably. Daniel hated being like this, the rage that he could usually contain was spilling out purely from the fact he’d had one too many drinks.

Worst of all, she gave him a funny stare, taken aback by the command. He was starting straight forwards, hand jiggling on his leg. She’d never seen him so wound up, ever. After a second of reacting to his comment, she sat back, plugging her seatbelt in silently. “Talk about what, Daniel?” She tried again after a moments silence. The screen between the driver and them was closed, but it still wasn’t ideal, not for him anyway.

He inhaled deeply, turning his face to stare at the space between them. One of her hands rested on the middle seat, he wanted to reach out and take it. His emotions were so twisted, he couldn’t figure where one started and the other stopped. “Just-” he cut himself off again and she was growing frustrated with the lack of answers.

“Just what? I would’ve stayed out if I knew this was the case.” He winced at the harsh tone of her words, maybe he shouldn’t have dragged her out, maybe she really didn’t feel the same as he did anymore… He inhaled this time, scratching at the back of his neck. The conversation fell flat and both of them stared out of either side of their windows, drearily thanking the driver before returning through a back door into their hotel. “What do you want to talk about?” She tried again, striding to catch up to him.

“Just this-” he pointed between them, “what was happening in there, the way you kept looking at me when you were-”

“You were the one that was looking at me!” She cut him off, the two of them continued walking into the hotel lobby. “When you were flirting with all those men, look, I don’t play childish games like that.” His tone was firm, firmer than she’d ever heard Daniel be. She didn’t like it, it was hurtful and she felt kinda bad over how upset he was. However, nor did she like his accusations…

“Flirting, I was just talking with them.” She spat out quietly whilst they waited for a lift. Daniel scoffed at her words and she could really feel her rage beginning to grow. When they got in the lift she jittered her leg, he pressed the button to his room and she in objection, pushed the buttons to hers.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, that was fuckin’ immature in there and you know it.” Daniel pointed out as he remained silent, swallowing harshly as the lift began moving upwards. Not fast enough, again, it was awkward, tense. Her breathing was fast and heavy, and she knew she was going to explode. Finally, the lift slowed to his floor. “Is that all you wanted to talk about?” She inhaled sharply. “No.” He lowered his tone, staring right back at her now. “Thanks for dragging me back for nothing.” She scoffed as Daniel gulped, stepping out the now open doors. She watched him with sadness, the same aching feeling filling her when he began leaving. It was in the split of a second that Daniel decided he couldn’t just leave her there, he smacked his hand over the door, preventing it from closing as she raised her head, her sad little face making Daniels heart ache.

“Just come speak to me, properly. Please.” He couldn’t look at her, she followed slowly back to his room, he pushed the door open for her as she awkwardly walked in first. Her eyes fell to the floor as she stole a glance at Daniel locking the door. He looked so good, yet so bothered. His brow was tense and she’d never seen him look so miserable before.

“Look, just speak to me normally, we can’t keep going on doing this.” He stepped in front of her now, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him once more. Their eye contact made her weak, it made her want to cry. “I just… I don’t know how to act around you anymore, you really upset me and I was just- just immature to want to get back at you, I know, but at some point I was just speaking to them. I didn’t purposefully sit with those men just to annoy you.” “I know.” He sighed out, the two of them stood in the hallway practically face to face. She glanced around his room slightly, double bed, tidy, larger and nicer than her own. A couch was sprawled in front of a large window, the lights from outside glowing through and creating an orange hum to the room. There was a side lamp on, nothing else. Her head dropped again, and she swallowed in tension, hating the fact she began to warm to the fact she was here with him, alone…

“Sorry.” She swallowed as he felt something soften deep inside of him. “It’s fine.” Daniel hushed as she began fidgeting under his gaze. Recognising he could’ve been slightly intimidating, he stepped back, glancing around the large room.

“Max um…” she began causing him to turn around again as her stomach did backflips with anxiety. “Max figured out what was happening, kinda.” She winced as Daniel sighed. “I know.”

“I told him as well.” She blurted out as Daniel froze, waiting for her to continue but nothing else came out. “Told him what?”

“We weren’t doing whatever, anymore.” She awkwardly spoke as Daniel’s body slumped whilst sitting down on the bed. She took the drooping of his shoulders the wrong way, her anxieties (and alcohol) telling her that he was ashamed. Ashamed of her, of their secret little affair.

“Is it so bad, Daniel? I mean, would it be? People knowing about us? Because I don’t-” she took a deep breath, “I don’t care about people finding out, I was never ashamed of you.” His head snapped up at this now, face contorting in confusion.

“Ashamed?! You think I was ashamed?” She held her thumb up to her lips worriedly, watching him sit up much straighter now. With a gentle nod he let out a quick exhale, dropping his head.

“I was never ashamed, god y/n, it was just your dad, I-”

“Oh, Daniel why?!” She raised her voice in annoyance. “Because it would be inappropriate!”

“Why?” She blinked, stepping closer, breathing increased as did her frustration. Daniel didn’t stand, he didn’t want to look down on her, it felt cruel. “Why?!” She repeated when he didn’t reply, his mouth opened but nothing came out. Daniel asked himself that too, why was it inappropriate? They were both consenting adults, they both clearly had the very same intentions, they’d only met each other a year prior. The more Daniel pushed this ‘inappropriate’ narrative the weirder she began to feel, a sense of rejection filling her.

“Inappropriate.” She borderline laughed to herself. He felt ridiculed, caught out on his own lie. “Do you really think that?” She eyed him up and down now, his jaw tensed and he responded with a quick, “no.” Her teeth found her bottom lip, sucking it in as she began gnawing nervously. Something shifted in the air, and when she sighed out, the anger escaped her body with her breath. “Okay… what now then?” She cleared her throat.

“What now?” Daniel gulped again, glancing at her up and down. She nodded, holding eye contact with the Australian who scanned over her features. The gentle knot in her brow softened when Daniel stood up, her chin lifting as he reached out, taking hold of her face and moving in for a kiss that was bruising with want. Both their heart beat in a simultaneous rhythm, unbeknown to the two of them. Fuck, Daniel couldn’t not. He loved her, he needed her. Their lips moulded together for the first time in what felt like centuries, hands grabbing at one another as she moaned in shock, spurring Daniel on to tug her closer with a stumble. He held her upright, hands snatching at her waist closer to his. His finger tips dug into her flesh, keeping her close as he stepped further back.

“C’mere, c’mere.” He cooed, melting her on the spot as they tumbled onto the bed, knees either side of him. How they got in this position so quickly she’d never comprehend, but that didn’t matter. All she cared about was the feeling of his lips on hers, his hand smoothing down her skirt, snatching at the material, pulling her face closer into his- she enjoyed the idea he had an animalistic need for her. Their separation had been tough, god knows how either coped so well without one another, but they were sure making up for lost time now.

His hand slipped over the buttons of her cargo skirt, slipping her easily out as they momentarily broke the kiss so she could strip herself free. Daniel was opened mouth and red in the cheeks, panting as he looked her up and down. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen and before she went to climb back onto him, he caught her again.

“These too, baby.” He was quick to mutter, fingers snapping at the band of her thongs. She smirked back to him, tugging them down with his aid before discarding them to one side. Daniel fell to his knees in front of the bed, kissing over her stomach and lower abdomen before throwing her leg over his shoulder.

His lips and tongue worked in ways she could comprehend as he ate her out, slurping up her wetness like he hadn’t eaten his last meal. Fuck, the pleasure was dizzying, and when his hand slightly slapped against her ass she let out a louder moan, signalling her want for the rough sensation.

Daniel hummed out a chuckle against her pussy, squeezing over her cheek, rubbing the sore part before bringing his hand down once more and spanking her. Her hips jumped, deeper into his mouth as he moaned at the delightful sensation of her pussy throbbing on his tongue.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” She whined, head tilting back and body becoming rigid. She could barely stand straight as his arms began shaking, holding her upright as her orgasm crashed over her. “Oh my god, oh fuck.” She rolled her hips into his mouth as he swiped his tongue from her hole up to her clit, “I could do this all fucking day.” He commented lowly as she moaned in response. She was aching in the best way, pussy so sensitive as his actions didn’t slow. “Da-Daniel.” A light tap on his head slowly broke him off as he pressed one more kiss to her stomach. He swore he was hard as a fucking rock, the slight of her glistening pussy in front of her sending him wild.

“I fucking need you, baby. I need you so bad.” He then admitted, practically lifting her up and dropping her back onto the bed. She let out a whimper in protest when he began pulling his cock out. He was still fully clothed, eager to fill her up. “I wanna suck you off first.” She bluntly admitted as he wiped the back of his mouth, wet from before. Daniel moved down, kissing her deeply once again, her lips so soft and warm as he curled his fingers through her wetness.

The breath that escaped her lips was heavenly as he pulled back to watch her face, but she brought him back in by biting his bottom lip. Daniel strained out a moan, feeling himself beginning to leak with precum. “Please.” She then whispered again, kissing close to his earlobe as Daniel shuddered at the contact.

Who was he to deny such a thing? He stripped his shirt off when he leant back, hers following suit, tits bouncing when they were freed. Daniel could see her pierced, peaked nipples all fucking night long, it drove him insane. The perky swell of them, the way they bounced whenever she’d walk. Hold fuck, Daniel felt a pressure in his abdomen like no other. He could’ve came at the fucking sight of her tonight. He was worried he’d blow his load too quickly when she began sucking. There was no teasing, she went right to it, wet lips suctioning around his aching member as she licked the precum clean off his tip. Her hands and fingers danced over his balls, fingers occasionally reaching lower which Daniel didn’t know was an accident or not.

His groans were uncontrollable, his fingers tightened in her hair, eyes rolling back from the wet vacuum her mouth had formed. He had to focus really fucking hard on not cumming down her throat there and then. Only when she broke off and let out a slight, “ah.” Daniel came back to reality.

“You okay?” His grip immediately loosened as she giggled, climbing over his lap so his cock was directly facing her chest. “Yeah.” As she pushed her tits together Daniel instinctively eased his cock between them. “Ah fuck.” He choked out, his darkest fantasies coming to light as her tits squeezed over his large cock. It just about worked, her tits were the perfect size, just allowing him to slip back and fourth between the valley of her chest.

“Daniel.” She whined as he snatched her by the chin, forcing her to face him as she smirked at the dominance he showed. “I like it when you’re like this.” She muttered as he panted out, throwing his hips forwards. “Spit on my cock, fuck y/n.” He moaned as she did exactly what she was told, lubricating his cock further as he easily glided between her tits, letting out an actual moan, one that made her legs close tightly together.

“Fuck, keep looking at me.” He growled, pushing his hips, harder, faster, unable to get enough of the new sensation. “Fuck my mouth.” She gasped out, holding eye contact as Daniel felt himself loosing complete control. His cock messily slipped from her breasts, up to her lips again as he stood on the bed, her knelt before him, shuffling back so she was pressed against the head of the bed.

“Fuck, tap me if you wanna stop.” Daniel blurted, lost by the warmth of her mouth. She hummed sexily, the vibrations running all over his cock as he pumped into her mouth, slowly at first. She whined, pulling him by the ass into her as he snapped his hips into her once again. She tugged on his pants and underwear, freeing his ass as he held either side of her head, pumping his hips carefully into her.

He was holding back, she could tell so broke free from his cock. “Don’t hold back Daniel, I want you to use me.” Her words caught him off guard, twisting something deep inside of him.

“Fuck, are you sure?” But she was back on his cock before he had time to answer, he couldn’t cope. He knew there was little to no control left in him as he began fucking his cock into her throat. She could take him so deep without choking now, he closed his eyes and began thrusting into her warmth, overwhelmed by the sensation as he replayed her words over and over again in his mind. Use me, use me, use me. Something in Daniel snapped as he began fucking her face harsher, faster. Now, he watched for any sign of distress or the slightest movement for him to stop, but she was almost smiling around his cock, pulling him in harder as he rocked back and fourth into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as he uncontrollably panted and moaned. Daniel was never too vocal in bed, but this was something else.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He pulled out quickly, the sensation creeping up on him a little too quickly. “Cum in my mouth, please.” Her plead was desperate as she wrapped herself around him, it not taking him more than four pumps before he was spilling into her mouth, his limbs shaking as he let out the loudest groan, not afraid to show her how good he was feeling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The Australian whined as she slowly sucked him, coercing him through the orgasm. Some of his cum dribbled down onto her lap and the bed below, forming a mess that Daniel felt proud of. He was slowly milking himself in her mouth, sighing in disbelief as he pulled off, giving her time to catch her breath back.

“Good girl, fuck, good girl.” He praised, still groaning from his high as he kissed her lips, not seeming to care the fact she’d just swallowed his cum. Seeing her all fucked out made him want to keep going, his erection didn’t falter once.

She stood up to clean herself up in the bathroom, Daniel frowning slightly. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, I thought you were… done.” She glanced up and down him, noticing he really wasn’t ‘done’ at all. “Are you?” Daniel questioned as a smirk arose on her face, smiling before plonking herself back down into the bed with him.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Daniel hushed out, kissing her once more as he rolled on top of her body. “Me too.” She gently spoke, sliding her fingers through his hair as he pressed his lips to her cheek, then her temple. “Glad you came back with me.” He muttered, more muffled this time as she could feel him lining up his sensitive cock against her aching hole.

“Needed you for so long.” She inhaled sharply as he pulled off to watch her reaction as he slid into her tightness. They both let out a simultaneous groan, the friction being something both of them so desperately yearned for. “Daniel.” She whined out his name, pushing his hips further into her own, legs spreading wider so Daniel could nuzzle in perfectly. The pleasure that spread through both of them was too much to cope with. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Daniel fucked his sensitive cock inside of her, enjoying each gasp that escaped her mouth when he did. She felt like he was in control, just what she wanted. His lips came down to attach to her neck, kissing and sucking as he stroked his hand over the smooth of her skin there.

A nudge of her hand send Daniel’s hand wrapping around her throat as she offered him a teasing smile. His hand squeezed and he felt his cock twitch. “Fuck.” Daniel groaned, other hand moving up to fist around her hair. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” The Aussie moaned, dropping his forehead against hers before giving her a bruising kiss. “Yeah.” She nodded, voice hoarse from his hand wrapped around there.

“You want it harder, baby?” He questioned, pushing his sweaty body up slightly, fist pinning her down to the bed by her hair. “Yeah.” She whined again, rolling her naked hips against his, pussy wrapping tighter around his cock. Daniel couldn’t control himself, nor could he stop the painfully loud squeaking of the mattress that must’ve been echoing to every single room that surrounded them. He didn’t give a shit, neither did she. Their sex was rough, careless, but full of emotion. When Daniel had hitched her up on the sofa, opening up the windows, he purposefully nuzzled his body as closely to hers as possible.

“What if people hear?” She sighed, rolling herself back onto his cock. Daniel’s teeth tightened at her slow movements. “They will.” He inched his cock deeper inside of her.

“Fuck, Daniel. Pull my hair again.” She hungrily spoke, turning over her shoulder to eye him up as he listened immediately. “Want you to fuck me so good.” She then spoke as his eyes fluttered shut, an exhale leaving his lips as he focused on anything but cumming deep inside her.

“Give it to me Daniel, please.” She begged. “Want you to hit me.” She wiggled her bum as his fingers tightened around her flesh, lifting and then falling to spank on the flesh below. The sensation of pain mixed in with pleasure left a pornographic sound to escape her lips.

Daniel did it again, and again, and again, before he couldn’t control himself anymore. His hips were snapping harder, faster into hers, the view of the city outside becoming overwhelming as she bit down into a pillow to avoid herself letting out the screams of pleasure she needed to.

“Daniel, Daniel.” She moaned out her name, he groaned in response. “Cum inside me, fuck, please give it to me. I’ve missed it so bad.” Fuck. How could he last when she was speaking like that?

“Fuck-” he could only choke out, the pace becoming bruising as he let go of her hair, snatching at both her hips to force back into his own. She was pleading, begging him through his orgasm, and as he felt himself growing nearer she let out a low cry of, “I love you, Daniel…” In that moment he’d never felt better. His orgasm washed over him, cum filling up her tightened little pussy as her words were thick on his mind. Shuddering and twitching, he carefully rode her through his orgasm, tensing every muscle in his body as he did so.

His body collapsed on hers, large hands engulfing hers, lips kissing the back of her shoulder. “Fuck… I love you too…” Finally…

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haesunflower · 9 months

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jiwoong's 'shared' friend? | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew

genre: smut, threesome, minors dni

pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader

about/tags: in which jiwoong and y/n invite matthew to play (2.2k+)

this is explicit smut, minors dni, begging, toys, spitting, orgasm denial, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', slight jealousy, fluff at the end

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The dorm is empty except for you and Jiwoong (and well, Matthew). Usually, you’d have your casual weekend fucks at your own apartment – away from all the members. But you’d insisted on spending your time in his place instead during the long weekend. Especially as most members chose to spend their break at their hometowns.

While Hanbin brought Hao, Gyuvin brought Ricky, leaving Matthew alone with Jiwoong. Jiwoong had also “made plans” to go home that weekend, inviting Matthew and convincing him with fun stories about his family. He honestly feels bad for lying to him.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

But how mad would Matthew be when you’re practically begging to be touched, your whines heard all the way from the other side of the dorm. And he’s benefitting from the sounds you emit, shamelessly jacking off in his room.

Jiwoong is making himself busy and actively not paying any attention to you. He’s left his bedroom door wide open, with you tied up to the bannister with flimsy ribbon. Truth be told, you can easily undo the knots of the restraints. But you don’t, you’re a good girl after all. However it’s becoming incredibly difficult to hold yourself together. The vibrator against your clit is driving you insane, and all you is to be fucked.

“Jiwoong, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Still, he pays you no mind. Instead, he’s stirring the cup of coffee he just made. He faces towards you, and with the door left open he sees you struggle not to cum. Your eyes are closed, and you’re biting your lip so hard he thinks you’ll bleed. Like the sadist he is, he doesn’t do anything. Casually sipping his coffee “like I said, babe. If you want to be touched, you’re going to have to ask Matthew.”

And at the sound of his name, the younger boy freezes. His movements on his shaft come to a stop, and out of fear, he pulls up his shorts quickly. Jiwoong turns to the other side of the kitchen where Matthew’s room is at. He knows that his door has been left slightly open with just enough room to peek at the situation in Jiwoong’s room. Said situation that almost drove Matthew to cum in his hands just a few seconds ago.

“Mattchu-ah, I know you’ve been watching it’s okay, you don’t need to hide.”

Matthew feels a mix of shame and arousal when he comes out of his room, unsure of what to do with himself. He’s never been in a threesome before. Jiwoong signals him to come closer, leaning against the counter as he lays down the ground rules.

“She’s requested you, and since you’re too scared to make a move – I decided to play middle man and get things started for the both of you.” Matthew is gobsmacked at Jiwoong’s revelation. I mean, he did say he was more than okay with sharing, but Matthew didn’t know he was being dead serious.

He pushes the coffee aside, “first, no kissing on the lips, she hates that. I usually let her decide whether she wants to. second, you’ll have to ask her where she wants to take you, if you’ll get to fuck her that way at all. And third, her safeword is daffodil. what are things you’re uncomfortable with?” Jiwoong asks nonchalantly.

Matthew blinks once, twice, thrice. Poor boy had difficulty processing all the information with his mind already clouded with horniness. He wasn’t sure if this is a decision he should be making at all.

“Matthew, if you want in, you’re gonna have to respond to me. Otherwise I’m more than happy to deal with y/n on my own.” Jiwoong gestures to where you are, and your moans bring him back to reality. Matthew glances at the door briefly – catching you in tears, vibrator in place, begging for him “Matt, please. It hurts…”

With a gulp, he looks Jiwoong in the eye “okay understood, daffodil I got it.” Then, Jiwoong leads Matthew into his room.

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Jiwoong shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the bed next to you. He mercifully turns off the vibrator, as he brushes your hair away from your tear stained face.

“Poor baby, I’m proud of you for holding off for so long”. You let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of vibration. But at least Jiwoong is here finally, touching you. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “Matthew’s here baby, he wants to help you.”

That was Matthew’s cue to come closer. You have no pride left as you try to claw at him, completely forgetting about your ribboned restraints. Matthew looks at Jiwoong for one last approval, and upon seeing him nod – gently undoes the knots around your wrists. When you're set free, he tentatively watches as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Touch me please, Matt" you whisper into his ear, as he eagerly removes his shirt and latches his lips to your neck. Matthew's brain is clouded, and all he can think about is how he finally gets to see and touch you like this – he thinks you're so beautiful, naked, and begging to be touched. Small whines escape your lips as he litters small purple kisses across your chest.

Jiwoong takes a backseat on the office chair across the bed and simply watches as Matthew explores your body.

“Matt, please. Please please please” is all you could let out. Your brain getting all fuzzy with how turned on you are – Matthew latching on to your breast and Jiwoong burning holes into your skin with his stare, slowly palming himself through his pants. Matthew's touches leaves you with goosebumps, and you let out a loud groan when he swirls his tongue on your nipple. You want him to take his tongue elsewhere.

“Waited so long to touch you, so I’ll take my time.” You didn’t know Matthew had it in him to be a little mean. You wonder where the shy boy had gone as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, commanding you to suck. Pliant, eager to please, and hoping to cum, you do as you’re told. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Matthew’s eyes darken and he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva following it. You’re drooling and about to cry, and with that Matthew couldn’t resist anymore - he thinks you're so cute looking all desperate.

He remembers the time where you left him hard on the couch, the night when Jiwoong was running late. You had teased him with bold statements, straddling him and whispering dirty things to his ear. In an act of revenge he manhandles you, flipping you over and placing your body atop his in a second. You're so far gone that you don’t register the change in position until you feel Matthew’s hot tongue on your clit.

The first few licks, gentle. He’s testing how you’ll react. You’re whimpering like a puppy at this point, and chanting “please” like a broken record. He wastes no time in sucking harshly at your clit, gripping your thighs in place to prevent you from squirming or moving away. "Right there please, don't stop". Matthew wants to see you suffer the same way you did to him, and releases you from his grip ruining your impending orgasm. "ngh no, why?" you cry, gripping on to the headboard as support.

From across the room, Jiwoong chuckles "seems like Matthew's just getting his revenge from all your teasing last week baby". You look to Jiwoong, and hopes he can come save you. But he already knows what those eyes mean, and he's not going to give in so easily. "No baby. like I said if you want to be touched you'll have to convince Matthew."

You look at the younger boy and you feel small next to him. You swallow your pride, and beg one last time – "please sir, I'll do whatever you want. please just let me cum". Maybe it's the way you parted your swollen lips, quivering as you utter the word 'sir' that flicked a switch in Matthew. He's done trying to torture you, he wants you just as bad.

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll reward you" he says as he shoves two fingers inside you, thumb lapping at your clit. He finds that gummy spot inside you, and you shudder against his ministrations. You cum embarrassingly fast, and Matthew pinches at your clit mid-high, overstimulating you. You yelp, and fall limply on Matthew’s chest, shaking from the waves of your orgasm.

Matthew’s fingers are coated with your arousal, and he sits you up properly to check on your previously limp figure. As if Jiwoong read his mind, “Y/n can you take more or are you done for the night?” Your head snaps, and you take a look at Matthew’s flushed face, his eyes hooded and cheeks red. Your post-orgasm brain is starting to clear up, and you want to thank Matthew properly. "I can take more" you say, determined.

You look down and find Matthew’s tent in his shorts, instantly feeling bad that you’re the only person in the room who got to cum. Undoing his zipper, you let out his cock and he hisses at contact of cold air. You make brief eye contact with Jiwoong, and he’s surprised too. While Matthew isn’t longer in length, he’s definitely girthier than what you’re used to. “Sir you’ve been so nice to me, let me repay the favor.” You hold his cock in your hand, and it spasms - precum leaking out. You begin stroking him gently and he throws his head back in relief. “F-fuck, y/n” he hisses.

“Cmon baby, you’re the one that wanted Matthew in your bed, that’s the best you can do?” Jiwoong taunts. He’s right, you can do so much better. You didn’t plan on doing this, but you place yourself to straddle him – taking a glance at Jiwoong, as if asking permission that it would be okay. He nods gently to give you the validation that you need.

“Y/N are you sur-'' Matthew's sentence is cut short as you sink down on him. Biting your lips to prevent yourself from groaning in pain – you’ll need adjustment to his size. He holds your hips steady, knowing that you’ll need some time before you both move. With you on his lap, eyes closed and breathing out slow breaths, he knows you’re trying your best to adjust quicker. Matthew wants to kiss you for trying so hard to make him feel good, but he knows that’s your boundary.

Instead, he distracts the both of you by placing kisses on your neck, marking down to your breasts. He playfully and gently bites on your nipple, and that’s enough to bring you to reality. You start to bounce up and down his cock, moaning his name freely. His head is thrown back, though he has to remind himself to keep watching you –wanting to keep the image of you on his cock burned into his brain. Obscene squelches resonate throughout the room, your vision gets a little blurry as you lose sense of your surroundings. Matthew notices you slowing down, taking charge of the pace as he harshly thrusts into you as you sink down on him. You let out a loud moan, “Oh my god, do that again.”

Then, Matthew remembers he’s not the only other person in the room. “Jiwoon hyung, you’re not going to join?”. You're still desperately grinding on to Matthew, and he halts your hips in order to reposition the both of you in favor of his hyung. Now, you’re on all fours. Jiwoong walks over to where your head is, he lifts your chin up with his finger and looks you in the eye. He has an unreadable look on his face – stoic, unfeeling. He is a good actor after all. So you suggest something that you know cheers him up each time.

“Kiss me?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at Jiwoong. He leans down to your face, lips ghosting over yours before saying “only good girls get kisses”. Then, Jiwoong grabs your face by the jaw, forcing your mouth open. “You’ll take what daddy gives you” as he spits in your mouth. Immediately, you swallow.

“Thank you daddy” you beam as you make yourself useful. Jiwoong looks somewhat satisfied as you reach down his pants to free his cock. You spare all the teasing as you know he's not in the mood for it, and take him wholly by your mouth. Jiwoong fucks your mouth mercilessly, tip hitting the back of your throat several times. Meanwhile, Matthew is still thrusting into you from behind. It takes extreme focus to keep at your task with Jiwoong, you don't wanna disappoint daddy.

It's getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from gagging at Jiwoong's movements. After a particularly hard thrust from Matthew, you yelp, momentarily releasing Jiwoong from your mouth. “Faster Matthew, she can take it” Jiwoong commands. The younger obeys, and quickens his pace into you. Jiwoong forces your jaw open and inserts himself in your mouth once again. Your moans are muffled, sending vibrations to Jiwoong’s length.

Based on your expression, Jiwoong knows you’re close. “Baby, are you gonna cum?” he fucks into your throat, and you gag as a response. Still, you keep him in your mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out. As you make good work at Jiwoong’s length, Matthew lets out a deep groan. That’s when you notice Matthew stilling in his place, pulling out and painting your ass cheeks in white. “Shit. fuck.” he curses under his breath. Matthew’s body limps as he rests against the headboard.

With that, Jiwoong calls it off. “Aww, looks like play time’s over for both of you” Jiwoong states.

Jiwoong removes your hands and mouth from his length and pulls his boxers back up. “Wait, but you’re still hard, let me make you feel good daddy” you protest, but he’s stern when he looks at you. “I said, play time’s over, princess.”

Again, you can't read that tone and that stoic face he has plastered on. You’re mostly confused, especially with the sudden lack of physical touch from well, any one. Daddy always lets you cum at least twice, so you try to bargain “but I didn’t get to cum for a second time...” Jiwoong looks down at you smugly, “I said Matthew could help you, not me. And by the looks of it, he’s in no position to help”.

He’s right by the way, Matthew looks spent. You’re used to multiple rounds with Jiwoong, and Matthew’s endurance isn’t as high in that regard. Jiwoong throws Matthew his shirt and shorts, and tells him to clean himself up. Matthew mumbles something about having a great time, and he’s off to the shower.

You’re left naked on Jiwoong’s bed as he fetches a glass of water. He reenters the room, water and washcloth in hand, and silently takes one of his shirts to clothe you in it. He hasn’t said anything else since Matthew left the room, and you wonder if this was a good idea at all. You’ve never had a threesome with any of Jiwoong’s close friends, and you have a feeling that it bothered him more than he thought it would.

He’s wiping your thighs with a washcloth, when you take it from him. You look him in the eye when you ask “is something wrong, Jiwoong?”. He sighs loudly, comfortably taking a seat next to you. "Sorry I didn't let you cum" he looks really apologetic, ashamed even, with eyes glued to the floor. "It's okay, I still enjoyed it", reassuring that it's no big deal. In this moment, Jiwoong's feelings are more important.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you gently ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him to look at you. Head down, as if physically paining him to admit “I think...I hated that, surprisingly I couldn’t stand seeing Mathew with you like that..didn't look like you needed me at all actually...” he trails off. He can’t seem to look you in the eye, so he places his head by the crook of your neck instead. You run your hands through his hair, “well thank you for thinking of me, but you didn’t need to push through with it if you weren’t comfortable with it, woong.”

“I know, I know. I just thought I wouldn’t be bothered by it. This was never an issue before.” Jiwoong responds, pertaining to your past escapades with other people. He removes his head from your neck and looks at you, then your lips. You give him time to say something, but he doesn’t.

“Let’s talk about it some other time, woong. I think we’re both tired.” He hums gently, agreeing with you. Again, he looks at your lips. With that, you lean forward and kiss him. You feel the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away at the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter. He pulls at your bottom lip, and you let out a small smile.

“For the record Jiwoong, you don’t have to ask permission anymore if you want to kiss me. Kiss me whenever, wherever.” He’s slightly surprised, and he’s hoping that his happiness doesn’t show too much as presses his lips against yours again – but you can literally feel his grin as he kisses you sweetly.

Jiwoong’s bedroom door is still open, and Matthew watches as you and Jiwoong kiss each other with smiles on your faces. He has a feeling that what happened just a few minutes ago would be the first and last time.

So, I guess Jiwoong does have a sharing problem after all.

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PART 1 HERE

A/N: special mention to rose who fed me a few ideas!! also YEAH maybe Jiwoong does like Y/N that way

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in-a-mountain-pool · 11 months

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Supermassive Black Hole Ch1

Ettore x Reader

pronouns: She/her (afab)

rating: Explicit/18+

warnings: NSFW/Minors DNI, masturbation, jealous!Ettore,

word count: 1761

summary: Ettore found prison terribly boring, that is until the day that you showed up. When Monte takes a shine to you, Ettore finds a new way to pass the time, and he plans to drag it out just as long as he possibly can...

A/N: Yeah, yeah I know, Ettore is awful... Feel free to imagine Ewan Mitchell’s lovely Derbyshire burr whenever the f-bomb is dropped. Have that on me! I’m planning this to be around a 6 chapter short story so watch this space. Next Chapter

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If Ettore was educated, a poet, or an artist, he'd describe his time on the prison ship by talking about the bleakness of space, the ever-looming presence of the black hole outside, the loneliness, the lack of humanity... but the thing he thought about most, was just how fucking boring it was.

If you didn’t kick up the occasional fight what else was there to even do? Wank off in a cup? Jack off in the box? Play favourites with Doctor Dibs? All of it fucking boring after a while. But his favourite thing of all, his favourite way to pass the time, was people watching.

The one good thing about the prison ship was just how weird and mixed up the group of people were, people of all kinds, all shapes, and sizes, all with their own ticks, and their own stories to tell. Not that he ever wanted to ever talk to these people, why the fuck would he waste his time on criminals in here? But it sure was fun to imagine. Especially with the girls.

And that was where he had found himself today, wiping the floors outside the canteen, sweaty, tired, and bored out of his mind. The AC on the ship had broken again earlier that week, so he had taken to walking around without his shirt, something that had made Dibs smirk and give him a few extra pills to pass the time.

As he scrubbed the floor, he found his eyes wandering to the canteen door to watch the inmates go about their day. Boyse was sat against the wall on the floor playing a game with a piece of string, making shapes and whispering to herself. She was reciting some sort of kid’s playground song whilst Mink braided her hair behind her. Tcherney was sat at the table, he had brought some of his plants in from the garden and was getting soil bloody everywhere potting up some tomatoes... but amongst all of this, the most interesting thing of all, was Monte. He usually sat alone and kept to himself, and when he was not, he was usually being fawned over by Dibs, but today he was sat with her, the new girl, Y/N.

She was the newest inmate on the ship and to Ettore she was a pretty blank slate. She never said a peep, even if the food was bad, or at the shitty prison duties she was given, and not even when he would openly stare at her... and honestly, it was easy to stare at her.

Y/N was a small woman, just a little mousey thing with brown shoulder length hair, and these big green eyes which would peer at him from time to time. People seemed to like her, mostly because she kept out of their business, but every now and then he'd catch her picking things up after people, helping Tcherny carry his gardening tools around, or helping Boyse with her duties when she'd lose track of time. She just seemed incredibly nice. Far too nice for a place like this.

So, it was a surprise when he heard her laugh out loud for the first time on the ship, and an even bigger surprise when it was Monte who had made her do it. The two were sat side by side eating lunch, her resting her shoulder against his as he leaned down to tell her a story, her eyes lightning up, all animated and excited. She looked like he had hung the stars in the fucking sky or something, so taken in by him, it was almost cute just how melodic her laugh was.

Ettore just shook his head smirking to himself and going back to his cleaning. She was just another woman in a long line chasing after Monte like he was some kind of white fucking knight... until something caught his eye, something only he could see at this angle.

Underneath the table, Y/N was running her foot up the back of Monte's leg under his trousers, whilst her hand had dipped under the table to rub a path ever so gently from his knee to his thigh. Ettore was transfixed, pretending to pay extra special attention to a particular spot on the floor so he could continue to watch the secret exchange. Y/N continued to snake her hand closer and closer to Monte's inner thigh, all the while playing the part of the innocent girl, all doe eyed and sweet listening to Monte's stories so intently.

Who was this girl he was watching!?

Fraternising between inmates was strictly forbidden and would ruin the experiments Dibs was conducting, yet here she was having the gall to try it on with Monte out in the open for anyone and everyone to see. Ettore's throat went dry, and his trousers grew tighter just watching her small hand delicately stroke at Monte's thigh, drawing small circles with her index finger as she travelled closer and closer to her destination.

In the end Ettore just couldn't help himself, slowly starting to grind his hips against the hard surface beneath him, trying his best to pretend to scrub the filthy floor beneath him whilst he edged himself, imagining just how soft her dainty fingers would feel wrapped around his hard, weeping cock. He'd make her do it right there in the canteen, sliding her hand underneath the waistband of his tented boxers, whilst everyone else went on about their day.

He imagined how she'd stroke the pad of her thumb across his pink and swollen head, swirling around the wetness there before sliding down his shaft and gripping him tight. Just the thought of it made him groan out loud, muffling the pathetic sound into his shoulder as he rocked his hips, humping the floor like an animal.

The sweaty heat of the ship only made it headier, and he was pretty sure he must be soaking the front of his pants, precum already seeping out of his heavy cock. She just looked like such a good good girl... with some apparently very naughty tendencies. He could only imagine what that pretty little mouth of hers would feel like, what those inviting rosy lips might look like as she sucked-

Until Monte's hand shot underneath the table and swotted her hand away from his thigh just before she could graze his bulge.

What. the. fuck.

Monte's face was stern and passive under the harsh white light of the canteen as he suddenly stood up, his plastic chair screeching along the floor harshly behind him. For a moment, Ettore thought he'd been caught, and his rocking faltered, although the prospect of conflict only served to make him even harder.

But there was something else going on here, something odd. He continued to watch them, his lips parted slightly and panting as he strained against the seam of his boxers. Her face had dropped and she looked almost crestfallen for a moment, but when Monte finally whispered to her, something shifted, and she almost became …submissive. Y/N crossed her legs tightly, squirming in her seat as she forced a tight smile onto her rosy, pink face. She looked pissed to say the least, and after a short exchange she went back to her meal in a huff.

Monte sulked out of the room and past Ettore, almost slipping on the wet floor he had been so hurried and flustered. It was interesting, to say the least. All these women chasing after him and Monte clearly didn't know the first thing about what to do with a girl like her. She was really something, practically gagging for it... and yet he'd literally batted her away.

Fucking tease.

Ettore practically snorted with laughter when he saw how clean the floor was beneath him after her little show, and just how dirty the crotch of his pants had become from his activities. He'd definitely need to visit the box tonight, and that was exactly where he'd found himself a few hours later.

Somehow, an hour in the box was not enough to scratch the itch that watching Y/N had provided earlier that day. Ettore sauntered out of the box and leaned against the wall, exhaling as the air hit his bare chest and the sweat on his skin started to cool. He just couldn't get her perfect little hands out of his mind. The way that her eyes had flashed when she had realised Monte was breathing heavier, how her foot had crept higher and higher up his calf...

Monte just didn't fucking deserve her. What exactly was the situation between them, anyway? Were they a couple? Were they even fucking each other? …Would Monte mind if he shared her?

So many thoughts were running through his head that it was some time before he even noticed the sound of someone climbing down the ladder into the basement of the ship. Out of the corner of his eye, a flash of orange appeared as another inmate made their way towards the box... it was her.

Y/N had her arms crossed tightly across her chest, with a tight scowl on her face and a flush across her cheeks and down her neck. Her head was craned down as she trudged through the corridor, like she was intensely ashamed and frustrated to even be seen in a place like this. She'd almost entered the box before Ettore finally started to speak.

“Quite the little show from you today, Y/N.”

Her eyes snapped up to his, turning to look at him like a deer in the headlights. She was even cuter when she was like this. All flustered and horny. After a short moment she gathered herself, but only a margin... she was such a little thing. He doubted she could even make her words out at this point, so dickstruck and begging to be fucked.

“... Mind your own business, and I'll mind mine.”

He couldn’t help but snort at her weak retort and got closer to her, leaning his arm just above her on the doorframe.

“I'm just thinking out loud here… but if I was Monte, I wouldn’t let you be seen dead down here... looking for release that he clearly can't give you.”

Ettore continued, Y/N's breath quickening as he leaned closer still to whisper huskily into her ear.

“If I was Monte, you wouldn't need to fuck a machine late into the night to get yourself off... Think about it.”

And with that he backed away throwing her a shit-eating grin over his shoulder as he climbed up the ladder.

He wouldn't have her just yet; he'd bide his time.

… Whoever said that life at the prison was boring?

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tonguet33 · 2 months

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My Creepypasta hair headcanons no one asked for because I *just* made this blog

[This is my first post so just a couple characters, I take requests !! also I'll make X reader if i feel like i can represent the character authenticity !!]

Eyeless jack

HE IS A BLACK BRITISH GOTH.

I think his hair would be a bit past shoulder length, probably in locs or twists.

Maybe a bit grown out but I think he'd perfer it like that, since yk organ harvesting with freshly retwisted hair isn't exactly ideal.

Also hair jewelry?? I think he'd prefer something metal n sturdy, something that can withstand the wear and tear of his hunts with out breaking. (Yes I've been affected by that one fanart of ej with locs and hair jewelry)

I think he has a habit of wearing his hair infront of his face to hide his eyes, I think his eyes in particular are something he's especially sore about. However if he needs to I think he'd tie back his hair with a scrunchy into a ponytail or a high bun.

His hair probably just smells earthy I guess?? I don't think he'd really have BO since he's at least partially demon. I think he'd just smell like actual dirt or soil, or maybe rubbing alcohol if he's been doing surgical junk.

Nina Hopkins

Let me start this off by saying that in my AU she is Afro Venezuelan, because A) @/seireitonin on tt has the coolest cosplay of her, so that imprinted on my verson of Nina. And B) the orginal creator of NTK is Venezuelan (or at least lives in Venezuela from what I know), and since no ethnic or racial background was mentioned in her original story I think of her as Venezuelan by default. :33

I think when her hair wasn't straightened it'd be in colorful goddess braids or soft locs, probably styled with a deep side part like most scene and emo hair.

TONS of hair accessories.

Owns clip on raccoon tails in every color you can think of, the black stripes drawn in with sharpie.

I think once she matured she's since abandoned a ponytail as her main style and has her hair down more often. Other than killer activities or if she wants her hair out of the way.

Her hair is a bit heat damaged, all that styling with a flat iron and no heat protectant starts to effect you after a while, but you only live once right?? That's what Nina thinks anyway :33

Her hair probably smells like got2Bglued hairspray or some mix of hair products and her perfume.

Jeffery Woods

Nasty, greasy, fithy, matte-

Let's just say he doesn't beat the greasy haired metal head stereotype.

I think his neglection of his hair is partly because of his mental illness, and also because he genuinely just doesn't care about his appearance past his carved smile and how intimidating he looks (or that's at least what he says). Chosing not to dive into how insecure I think he really is though !!

I think he'd complain about his hair getting in his face but doesnt use most hair ties/accessories because he thinks they're "too girly". He has a bad habit of using regular rubber bands in his hair and they rip or beak his hair off.

His hair is matted in certain sections (me too Jeff, me too) and between the lack of consistent water sources and horrible personal hygiene in general, his hair doesn't smell the best. I think if he isn't living in the mansion (which I headcanon a lot of the creeps squat in other places, since being in the mansion means being closer to slenderman so more work + fights w other creeps other for space.) then he'd just shower in a victims home if he really wanted to.

Request junk n I'll probably do it !!

Jeff dyes his hair black and it is so incredibly damaged, he misses spots when dying and if you get up close you can see it.

Has had the same brush since he was a teenager (no emotional attachment he just thinks the brush makes no difference anyway) and refuses to spend money to get a new one becuase "this one still works"

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yesiknowimshort · 1 year

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looking at the fanon from canon with tim drake

(to the best of my own knowledge; take with a grain of salt; i’m open to discussion and disagreement; we can take this like an english lit class analysis)

this is inspired by discussions with @boredandboredmind about misconstrued info with jason and tim on their own posts about it.

also do not take this as hate to tim fic writers, you’re amazing and you best believe i’m checking the tim x reader tag constantly. i just want to be able to help give you easy access to half-canon-compliant info, and you can choose to take it or leave it.

and especially if you only know tim through online media (which is always valid and i’ll hear no argument!), it can be hard to differentiate between what it is “out of character, completely fanon” behaviour, and what is actually plausible.

RELATIONSHIPS

with his dad

tim’s relationship with his dad is extremely complicated. they both loved each other… but both of his parents had a very different way of showing their love to what tim needed.

for the majority of his life, his mother and father were super neglectful of him and his interests, which of course is how we had nine year old tim drake running around figuring out people’s identities and tryna convince nightwing to go back to batman bc tim said batman wouldn’t cope without a robin, as if he knew them personally.

bruce generally disapproved of tim being left alone while his parents were on business trips, so he looked out for tim a lot during those times.

after the death of tim’s mother, his father was all moody for a bit bc his company had gone to shit… oh and his wife died. anyway he was acting like mr crabs when he loses his money for a while until his physiotherapist dana winters was like “yo get a hold of your life man”. so jack attempted to reconnect with his son… but tim was already deep in the mantle of robin and hanging out with bruce wayne.

tim was a little reluctant at first but after a while he did really appreciate his dad trying to be a dad for once… but it conflicted with the life he had already made for himself.

tim was sneaking out to do hero work, skipping school, coming home in the early hours beat and bruised, being snarky and angsty to his dad, super secretive; basically coming off as a reckless hooligan teenager (even tho he really wasn’t) which made jack incredibly angry at tim a lot of the time, causing them to have a lot of fights.

jack was also super insecure as his position as tim’s dad as he felt inferior to the relationship tim had built with bruce.

so one day while tim was out, jack raided tim’s bedroom (10/10 parenting skills there, well done jack) which dana winters was horrified by and actually sided with tim when tim came home and blew up at his dad -anyway jack found out tim was robin.

he stormed to bruce and was like “fuck you and fuck my son’s role as robin. he’s going to boarding school”.

long story short, tim resumes the mantle of robin and his dad deals with it and they begin to really get along again, like a true father and son… and then his dad is murdered. tim finds him and is distraught, and that’s when we get this classic image of tim and bruce:

(it’s horrible obviously but i love this illustration so much. the way tim’s half in and out of the robin gear, the single eye you can see, the way he’s half collapsed over his father’s body and clinging to bruce for dear life) anyway then tim goes into the care of bruce wayne.

with bruce

lemme start of by saying: tim would only ever use the wayne name for business means as future ceo/controlling shareholder of W.E.

tim will always be a drake.

he quite literally made up a fake uncle so he wouldn’t get adopted by bruce, even though bruce really wanted to adopt him. not only that- he went as far as to forge a new will including this fictional uncle to avoid being bruce’s son

he struggled a lot with bruce’s “affection” after his father’s death since he never saw bruce as a father beforehand, only ever as a mentor. and of course, up until later in his robin career, he wasn’t even an orphan. he still technically wasn’t since dana winters ended up marrying his dad and becoming his step-mum, but she’s basically forgotten sadly.

he also consistently makes a point to make sure people know he made himself robin, and it wasn’t batman’s choice at all.

he appreciates bruce of course, but it’s more on an intellectual and emotional level than anything else. tim came from money (albeit, new money), and even though his parents' company basically died with his father there would’ve been some amount of inheritance money. not to mention without a shadow of a doubt, he would’ve had an account his parents had been saving for him.

living in another manor house and working around international companies and important people, wouldn’t be too different from what his life would’ve become had his parents not died.

tim would appreciate bruce not for the life he gave him, but simply because of bruce being intellectually stimulating for him. remember; tim sees the life he has as the life he made.

he reminds me of damian in the fact that both of them would struggle with dealing with people who bored them, people who couldn’t offer them anything.

anyway bruce = respected equal, bruce ≠ tim’s new dad.

with jason and damian

boom. all you need to know.

nah but seriously...

jason attacked tim in the tt tower when he came back to life but can you really blame him? he was replaced, and it made sense for him to come after tim since as we know, tim forced himself into the role and did, technically, steal jason’s spot before bruce realistically would’ve replaced him.

but they never held that grudge throughout jason’s reintegration into the family. of course they’d have sibling fights (note that tim doesn’t think of any of his adoptive brothers as real brothers; but jason is closest to), but a little roughhousing is normal. i’m the eldest of 6 brothers and believe me, we fight all the time. literally yesterday one of them and i bit each other while fighting (if you don’t think damian and tim would do that, you’re kidding yourself). but we love each other, and if anything happened we’d jump to each other's defence.

moving onto damian...

the way tim views damian is very telling of tim’s worldview and childhood. when damian arrived, tim demanded that regardless of being batman’s son or not, damian must work to earn the love and respect of bruce, “like everybody else” he had said. clear projection from tim here, since up until dami, tim was the only one who wasn’t “wanted” per se, and also tim’s had to work for people’s affection and attention his entire life. look at his parents; they were the half-arsed “that’s great honey” and then back to their phone call type of people (well we know where tim gets his steadfast work ethic from).

anyway, tim finally had the spotlight on him for a while only to have it turned for some little genetic abnormality.

tim’s suffering from the “been the only/youngest child for too long” phenomenon; they do not believe there is room enough in one's heart for more unconditional love. it’s quite sad if you think about it; he was in his mid-late teens by this point.

tim was quite patronising of damian when they were introduced, but he quickly pulled the “i’m just messing with you” card and did try to fix it, but stubborn-as-tim damian just started to preach his favourite “i’ll inherit everything without even trying” play. this obviously pissed off tim to no end. it seemed damian knew the perfect way to get under his skin, and it was putting tim even more on edge. it made him feel insecure in his place with bruce. for the first time tim didn’t think he was gonna be able to get his way easily.

eventually though, batman assures tim that damian being his biological son doesn’t change anything that he has with tim, and that tim doesn’t have to prove anything to him.

yes, if you look up tim and damian, you can see that damian has done some horrible things to tim and the two have very thin patience for each other, but that’s simply because they both understand the perfect ways to piss each other off. it’s just so easy for the both of them that they can’t help themselves.

i also will say that damian views the relationship as much more “mortal enemies” than tim does, but he is a child several years younger than tim, so it’s natural for him to view it as a bigger deal than tim.

all in all, jason and tim, and tim and damian are simply just brothers, and if you have more than two siblings, i’m sure you know as much as we deny it, everyone had a favourite and a least favourite sibling -it’s natural. for tim, his favourite is jason, and his least just happens to be damian.

just like damian’s favourite is dick, and least favourite happens to also be tim.

with stephanie

(now i don’t know as much about steph as i do for tim so feel free to correct me)

stephanie brown got into the hero scene by being the best little shit i’ve ever heard of and messing up her villain dad’s plans. her dad was cluemaster, a friend of the riddler, and she would literally just show up and spoil their plans in annoying ways (hence her name; spoiler).

she was tim drake’s girlfriend -it’s important to note that she wasn’t robin’s. she had no clue about his double life and broke up with him because she thought he was being unfaithful (fair enough).

when tim’s dad took robin away from him, steph stepped up to the plate with a made up robin costume and (like tim) demanded to be the replacement.

her 71 days in the spotlight as the first female robin ended in a couple different ways (thanks comics for making it hard). bruce dismissed her for his belief that she couldn’t follow orders, but he also didn’t believe that she could live up to tim... ouch. he didn’t even approve of her as his partner until she was killed. oh god here we go again...

i personally don’t acknowledge that she died. just- nope. i always look at it as wrong place, wrong time for steph. she could’ve been a great robin, but tim left massive fucking shoes to fill, and i reckon bruce was looking for any little reason to fire her -disobeying one order to not involve herself in a fight just happened to be the perfect opportunity (according to bruce). not to mention steph (and this isn’t necessarily a wrong thing) was undisciplined in hero-ing.

not to say tim was straight-laced and serious, more that him being at an equal mental level to bruce, and the both of them having built strong trust in each other, gave him a lot more leeway to do what he wanted and have the means to back up his actions.

ORIGINS OF POPULAR FANON

obviously i’ll never know exactly where something came from. this is more my speculation and attempt and supplying the headcanons with canonical evidence or debunking them.

where does “tim is a sickly boi” come from?

his lack of a spleen.

i’m not sure if most people now know that’s the reason why, but that’s gotta be how it started.

without a spleen, our body's other organs like the liver can take over many of the spleen's functions. you'll still be able to cope with most infections but there's a heightened risk that a serious infection will develop quickly, especially from certain bacteria and parasites like malaria.

if he got on antibiotics and rested when he started to feel ill, he��d be fine, but tim would never remember to take antibiotics and gods forbid he let himself rest so... he’s working until his body forces him to take a break.

mimi approved fanon 👍

where does “tim doesn’t care for himself” come from?

he’s a stubborn person. people don’t emphasise this enough. usually, people just use the motivation of depression (which, fair, it could be included in it). however, he will literally do whatever the fuck he wants because he’s tim fucking drake and that's all the excuse he feels he needs. like he is prepared to sacrifice everything *cough cough* himself to see his plan go through.

he’s also stubborn in his need to prove himself as we know. as a self-appointed robin; his mantle had felt fragile to him. not to mention damian made his grand appearance to push tim into that sweet sweet middle child category.

and as we already know, his dad also forcefully took the mantle from him and stopped him from seeing bruce. every time things start to go well for tim... it all seems to go to shit.

this in turn led to the fanon of ‘chronic perfectionism to the point of halting self-care in order to complete x, y z to prove himself’.

he also canonically doesn’t care much for sleep; in teen titans when superboy finds him awake tim just goes “it’s only three, i’m checking my emails”.

mimi approved fanon 👍.

where does “tim’s a coffee addict” come from?

he actually is only ever depicted drinking/buying coffee like 3 times (i don’t know for sure, please correct me if it’s more/less).

it ties in well with the previous point; tim’s coffee addiction is a way to justify how he can still function when he’s on 5 minutes of sleep, battered and bruised and still able to kick arse and be intelligent.

mimi approved fanon 👍

where does “tim have abandonment issues” come from?

his mum dies and he loses how his dad used to be.

he gains a better version of his dad and then his dad acts like an arsehole.

his dad gets better again and then his dad dies.

he had steph and then she left him because he just couldn’t explain who he was.

he gets bruce and then damian shows up.

he gets bruce back and then bruce dies, and nobody believes him when he says he’s alive.

yeah... it makes sense.

would be mimi-approved fanon, but i’ve never like the way i’ve seen it portrayed in fanon.

i see a lot in fics he does the “i’m pushing you away first to protect us both” and i just don’t personally agree with the depiction. call me petty but that’s my thoughts.

where does the perception that tim’s the soft one come from?

no fucking clue honestly.

mans blinded deathstroke’s (/jericho, hard to explain) good eye on purpose while delivering a one liner about fighting blind, and then told the man he just fully blinded that he agreed with deathstroke that he (tim) could be vicious when he had to be.

that one-on-one moment in the teen titans comic is demonstration enough of tim being the opposite of the soft one. none of the robins are soft. if we’re going off who’s the most “sensitive”, then it’d be dick or damian -those two have the shortest fuse.

tim blinded someone by throwing his fucking birdarang at the guy’s one good eye and was sure enough and committed enough to what he planned to do that he had the precision to make sure not to take the eye out completely -only debilitate him. that’s some calculated callousness right there.

he also boasted to the teen titans about lying to batman, after he just lied to starfire about staying put in a fight (and his lie used that ‘goody two shoes’ perception of himself; he’s self-aware of how he can come off)… and then he broke his friends out of the tt tower by cutting glass in the shape of a bat. dudes cocky as.

not to mention he literally stalked batman and ran around solving murders and dropping off the evidence to gordon before even being a robin. he was on the CIA’s watch list for crying out loud.

tim is extremely underestimated. to the point where (as @forcesofnatureunleashed accurately described) this “uwu” version of tim has taken over the fandom and made him out to seem like a mega wimp and a quiet tortured soul.

i’m not dismissing the shit he’s actually gone through, i’m just saying he’s gone through enough that you don’t need to make up that he was berated by his dad, can’t talk about his pain, and relies on his tech, when he’s quiet literally the best martial artist in the family and highly respected by ra’s al ghul.

you don’t just get respected by ra’s al ghul; especially if you were an overly sensitive, shaky-knee-ed, spineless, weakling.

STRONGLY mimi disapproved fanon 👎

#respect for tim drake #tim drake #red robin #dc comics #batboys #batfamily #headcanon #dc headcanon #fanon #canon #tim drake x reader

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caribbean-ace · 11 months

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Alright so it’s been a hot minute since i’ve been here, life truly gets in the way and i feel that i’m going through the motions but finally after the buzz has settled i wanted to reflect a bit on Station 19 season 6.

I think we’re standing at a different place than we were by the end of season 5 and i believe that’s great. We went from that insanity -not in a good way- of season to something much much better. Few changes were made and it showed from the very beginning of season 6. To put it simply it was raw, by far the rawest season in terms of storyline, obviously because of what Maya went through, the repercutions it had on Carina and so on… Mental health was the overall arc for season 6 and honestly? I loved how it played out… Fair to say a LOT of people saw themselves in Carina and Maya which sparked the conversation -the very much needed conversation-

It was a rollercoaster but i’m glad we went through those moments because it lead to a healthier outcome instead of a quick fix it showed a more realistic side of a journey that can’t be taken lightly. On the other hand i wished they would’ve handled the Beckett story a bit better, by the end of it the writers made a good job by Vic checking up on him and just sparkling that conversation. I enjoyed the brief love triangle between Andy/Eli/Travis, it would have been funnier that they explored that angle deeper but i guess it turned out alright.

The expectations were so high when a female chief was announced but it turns out that it was just another love interest for a man, love to see it (please notice the sarcasm). While i don’t mind that Ross had history with Sullivan i kinda hated how her character just became the woman simping for the guy. They tried to redeem her a bit but it wasn’t enough. I would have LOVED that she actually made some changes within SFD to support women and actually make things better. Remember the storyline about fighting sexism? Yeah, me too. Anyways it was terrible that she was shamed for having a consensual relationship with another adult but it makes me grit my teeth the double standards: the whole you’re heroic for basically organizing a mutiny but when someone breaks protocol for saving a life that’s wrong or having a relationship with someone who outranks you but we’re totally ignoring that too, i get it, it’s for the sake of drama but certain things needs to make sense.

All that leads me to Andy being captain, we all saw it coming, there’s no way Maya was going to be captain again -at least not while being on 19- and while it should have been handled a bit better (the woman does have ambitions and putting a pause to pursue her dreams to heal does not mean she needs to abandon it) i think Andy deserved something a bit better, not just: alright you’re captain now. At least her first “shift” as captain was packed with action but still…

And that also brings me to Theo: at first he was like alright, laid back dude, gets the job done but the second he got promoted it’s like it flipped a switch on him especially being such an ass to Vic for absolutely no reason like ??? But at least she left him, i really liked how she pointed out that being happy for her friend does not mean she’s not supporting him (i wonder if that friendship also extends to Maya, after yk, call her a nasty person and do absolutely nothing to stand for her. Yes i will always be bitter about how everyone turned their backs on Maya).

Jack can’t seem to catch a break and God knows what’s gonna happen to him but at least he’s healthier and trying to stay out of other people’s relationships which i’m glad. I loved how Ben and Miranda where kinda there for Maya and Carina (i say kinda because it’s not like Maya had the greatest support out there but Ben did listen so that’s something. Also shout out to Diane, she’s incredible and i love whenever she appears)

Finally -because this is way too long lol- we know where we are standing in terms of Maya and Carina growing their family, for a solid minute i thought well, they are being ambiguous because it’s probably leading to that but no, it wasn’t. I wasn’t mad that they didn’t make Carina pregnant by the end of the season, if anything the scenes where they are discussing how many kids and stuff makes it so much more meaningful because Maya is obviously in such a better head space. Oh and just as a quick comment: Carina should have gone to therapy too, she needed to heal from that rocky period of time and it would have been cool to see her perspective, even if we saw sneak peaks with Vic, Miranda and Diane i believe sitting down and leading to a backstory would have been so much better.

If you got to this point i love you, i wanted to ramble a bit and finally found the moment to sit down and put this together (it’s a bit all over the place, just like my brain but bare with me). Catch you on season 7🤍

#station 19 #station 19 spoilers #station 19 season finale #station 19 season 6 #maya bishop #carina deluca #vic hughes #andy herrera #jack gibson #theo ruiz #natasha ross #robert sullivan #ben warren #miranda bailey #sean beckett

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shittyelfwriter · 6 months

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So I did not liveblog the santa clauses eps 1 and 2 because frankly, there was a lot going on, but I am taking notes hindsight because I do be having a lot of thoughts! Keep in mind I did watch through twice with the Dani bean so we were in there, critically even. I will line break for potential spoilers, watch the eps first if you'd like to!

First of all, season 2 is not as bad as season 1 so far, to me. I could be biased simply because there is more lore, and I am in fact a slut for lore. Not that I like everything they're doing because no, not by a long shot. Most of the elf lore i actually am very ?? about. But it's interesting! It's world building, and it also gives me ideas of what I don't want to do in my own work! Thanks, guys! /srs

However, it does give you something to actual chew on rather than just throwing "the world is too modern/nobody cares about Christmas anymore if it's not commercial! blah blah blah" at you over and over again like season 1 did. The family dynamic is leaning away from using miscommunication as a plot device and we REJOICE at that, frankly.

They're bringing back legendaries, eventually and a little bit at a time. LOVE that. t*m all*n's humor continues to be the low point of any scene its in. Then again he's producing the whole show, so maybe that's why everything has just a touch of stank on it. Not the good kind. The out of touchness, if you will. I am glad to be seeing the homies again though, I would have shed an actual tear at seeing Cupid if they didn't immediately follow his being there with the most cringeworthy scene of the episode (and that's saying something.) I am waiting for Dani's rant about Cupid's lore because saying he can't have kids was a choice (but like I pointed out, can't isn't the same as doesn't. There could be a rule he may have broken, or what have you...just saying....side eyes Dite)

My main hope is that this doesn't just become a giant retcon of the parts of tsc2 and 3 that t*m all*n didn't like because he wasn't in charge of it.

Anyway, here are the rapid fire thoughts and such:

Scott being so perilously out of touch with his kids was getting old even in the first episode of this season ESPECIALLY after last season so I'm glad they seem to be dialing back on that in season 2 episode 2 at LEAST. I would like to see some emotional intelligence from t*m all*n even though it’s a reach, because the dad who is absent and unavailable card is played out! We get it, he overfocuses on his job! Damn)

Its kind of fun how they're definitely incorporating more kinds of magic in to the story, but if they're going the direction it seems with just making the North Pole the epicentre of the magical world I am. Not a fan on premise.

If they're just saying that magibeans favor uninhabited (by humans) spaces that makes sense but I hope they actually point that out? (this has nothing to do with the idea I am partial to of things running on magical ley lines that meet at the Poles but also criss cross at various places around the world giving magibeans hotspots to be and thrive away from prying human eyes. that's just a me theory)

(also side note unmentioned in the new eps but I want them to expound on why the South Pole is so bad according to this new lore since they were using it in a slash derogatory way last season)

If they want me to dislike Magnus Antas they're going to have to stop making him so funny. Also I did comment to Dani mid second watch that he could have been played by Jack Black and that would have gone incredibly hard. It would have

The existence of elf related clauses brings me GREAT JOY FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON. ESPECIALLY with Betty saying how SPECIFIC THEY ARE WINK WONK NUDGE NUDGE (hands you a second (third?) business card that has the emissary clause on it)

I wish they weren't making Riley so annoying? Like I get they're teens and obnoxious in how they show affection and all but like. Its so….dated. Teenagers don't SAY omg, Disney. Gen Z teenagers aren't lacking this much behavioral awareness. What tf are you DOING

Also the idea of Scott being worried about Riley "telling" people about the Pole/the SoS is a bit LATE considering he just gave everyone magical snowglobes last season PLUS she's literally JUST ONE TEENAGER. WHO is going to listen girl. especially in the era of AI and deepfakes. even if she took VIDEO no one is believing her

The Roblox bit for the gen alpha kids was genuinely funny though. If there is anything I know about gen alpha is they fuck heavily with roblox and fortnite. Something something, skibbidy.

I love that Betty literally opened with "yeah if Carol takes over ELFS prepare to deal with the fact Gary is a total loaf and not good at his job" AND LO AND BEHOLD. These head elves are like prophets with how right they be in these movies and the show. Go figure, it's almost like they know how their workplace runs. IF ONLY SOMEONE WOULD STOP REMOVING THEM FROM SAID WORKPLACE--

Sandra being a witch is fun and fresh and again, I hope they know what they're doing with the "witches and other magibeans live at the Pole" shenanigans. I did watch the whole levitating things with La Befana scene and flash back to Elle and Jack training scenes in roe, which is a me thing but it did make me smile

If there is one positive takeaway from seasons 1 AND 2, it's that Betty and Noel beat out all your faves. I love the way that they are so damn much. talk about the blueprint

Oh, and the last thing to touch on: I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY CANONICALLY CUT UP ST. NICHOLAS' ROBES. BRO. You guys are up there chopping up a whole ass RELIC? for WHAT? A fugly VEST? This truly has my mind going in circles. Roeverse!bernard just sat up in bed in the dead of night in a cold sweat. Elle mumbles what's wrong? He says I just got a feeling something terrible is happening, but I don't know why or where. You're right, bman. What the fuck is this tbh. "Care about the tradition and history of Christmas" the show/t*m all*n says. YOU JUST CUT UP ST. NICK'S ROBES I'M NOT LISTENING TO SHIT YOU SAY MAN! HECK!

Annnnyway. That's all I've got for tonight, I'll add any other things come morning! Otherwise, see you all next week for episode 3 :D

#it's so much of a mixed bag both times we finished watching I sat there in a stupor for ten minutes just trying to PROCESS #like was i just traumatised? entertained? both? neither? idk man #ana liveblogs tscs #THAT was my tag last year hell yeah #desktop tunglr prompted it for me when mobile didn't #tscs spoilers #the santa clauses

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lucamoon22 · 2 years

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Hello Luca,

I want to thank you for fulfilling the last request of Hawkeye![S/O]. It’s fun to read it and cute with Epel’s part with Hide n’ Seek. I have another request I thought it would be fun for you to try out.

May I request Jack Howl, Deuce Spade, and Sebek Zigvolt with their [S/O] [Gender Neutral] [Romantic] who has skills/abilities like Captain America? They have enhanced strength from the Super Serum, tremendous health, fighting skills from their experience in the war/missions/battles, and use a vibranium shield like what Rogers welds during missions/battles. I imagine [Y/N] was from the 40s (as a teen) and just like Steve Rogers, they froze in an icy environment while sacrificing themselves to save humanity which they’ll have stories to tell from their era. I can’t help but think when Jack does his morning runs, [Y/N] catches up to him and yells, “On your left!” Another thought is the reader was training and either with Deuce or Sebek would try throwing their partner’s shield (it could lead to hilarious fails and better attempts).

- @sanctum-of-ramshackle

first of all, it was my genuine pleasure to fill out your request, and i’m so glad you like it! and Captain America is probably my favorite Avenger so i’m so glad you requested this, this is gonna be fun :)

Jack Howl, Deuce Spade, and Sebek Zigvolt with Captain America!S/O

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nightmares but not anything explicit really..., that should be it?

Side Note: some Marvel characters will be referenced and if you’re not into Marvel all you need to know is that they were your friends (and Peggy was your first love basically but you weren’t able to stay with her cause sacrifice for the world stuff) before you got sent to Twisted Wonderland 👍p.s you’re tall :)

Masterlist

Jack Howl

so actually you guys met first when you were both having your morning runs

Jack was impressed but also incredibly annoyed when you’d say “On your left!” and then not even 10 minutes later there you were again

once you both slowed you introduced yourself and it when uphill from there

he likes to hear about your world and especially stories about your missions, he thinks you’re super badass :)

daily morning runs that turn into races (you always win unless he pulls out his wolf form)

he once asked you how you got into the army at such a young age, and oh boy was he FLABERGHASTED when you told him you lied and had gotten rejected 5 separate times

sometimes when he comes to Ramshackle to sleepover he’ll wake up to you mumbling names in your sleep, each one increasing in volume till you end up waking screaming, those names being:

“Tony...? Banner...? Nat... Barton... Sam... Wanda... Howard...? Bucky?! PEGGY!”

once you wake up Jack helps get you grounded and asked who those people were

After telling him about them, especially about Peggy and showed him your compass, he promises to help you live life to the fullest and stick by to help :)

he’ll keep asking you questions about the 40s, constantly

hell he even has a notepad for some reason?

and he’s been avoiding you? :(

lies, Jack convinced all your friends at NRC to hold a 40s themed party and has asked Vil to teach them swing dancing

so on the day of the party he has Grim, Ace, and Deuce keep you out of Ramshackle

Once you get back all of Ramshackle is decorated with a speaker playing swing music, and Jack and everyone else there saying “surprise!” :)

“Would you like to dance?”

“You know I can’t dance Jack. I never learned how to.”

“Yeah but Vil taught us some moves, now come on Captain.”

Deuce Spade

the first time Deuce met you he was HORRENDOUSLY down bad

you were tall and strong- anyway

after you guys become friends and then start dating, he loves your stories, especially the one about what happened after you first got injected

one day you accidentally let it slip that you were a performer before you became a Captain to Ace, Deuce, and Grim

Ace and Grim demanded you to show them

so you did, very reluctantly

after you finished performing what you mostly remembered of The Star Spangled Man With a Plan (also we’ll be using “man” as a gender neutral term here, like bro or dude y’know?) Ace and Grim were on the floor laughing while Deuce was trying to get them to stop

you told him it was fine though and that now after almost 70-80 years it was really funny and not as embarrassing as it used to be

cue Ace coming up and saying “Yo there’s my favorite Star Spangled Man With a Plan!”

Deuce just sighs after awhile of this happening

he also stole your shield once

which got him a black eye and in the infirmary after he tried throwing it like he’s seen you do

you were kinda pissed, grumbling along the lines of “it’s not a toy, hon” “are you ok tho?” “Vibranium does hurt a lot”

safe to say he won’t steal your shield again

maybe

“So what did we learn today, Deuce?”

“To not steal your shield.”

“Good.”

“... Can you teach me, maybe.”

“Maybe, Love.”

Sebek Zigvolt

he was so confused when he first met you

you were human, but you were so strong an-and powerful? but you’re also magicless?

it took a while for him to even have a normal conversation with you and even longer to admit his feelings

but when he did?

he thought you were really tough

doesn’t admit it though

when he learns how skilled you are in hand-to-hand?

you’re training with him every Tuesday and Friday now

he also kinda VERY MUCH admires Bucky, cause Bucky was a protector for you, and he was always there for you. Reminds him of his duty to protect Malleus in an odd way

does like to hear about your past life

especially all the stories of you destroying HYDRA camps

ngl he tears up when you tell him about you’re sacrifice

especially about your last words with Peggy

“And you never have learned to dance?”

“No, never got the time t- Sebek are you ok?”

“*sobbing* yea- let’s go ask Lillia to teach us!”

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sorry that this took a while to write, i had a lot of fun with it tho :)

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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sendinthehuskies · 1 year

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You may already have talked about and answered this long ago, but I wanted to ask just in case because the intrusive thought has been rattling around my brain all transfer window so far:

Hypothetically, how do you think the Stonesford relationship (friendship/bond/potential romance or whatever you want to call it) would change, both in canon and fanon, if Pickford were by some incredible twist of fate transferred to Man City this year or next? Say if by the early Summer both Ederson & Moreno pick up big chronic side-lining injuries (hopefully they don't IRL of course! Not wishing anyone ill) and/or Carson retires, but no-one from the reserves/subs is quite ready to blood in yet either, and so the club has to scramble quickly to nick a good proven keeper from another Prem team to fill in for the start of next season...and it's Picks who's the best choice both available and desperately wanting to move club fast (not implausible, Everton are in a highly precarious position).

To me, this feels like it would be a very decisive make-or-break flashpoint for Jordan & John as a pair, who by now are used to not getting much time together, splitting their time, and having a lot of time apart, whether that's as best mates or anything else. They live fairly close by each other, but as it is they've got commitments and families and other mates/colleagues who take up their hours, and schedules for Prem footballers are squeezed. So, if then suddenly they got to (had to) work together daily or weekly in person, do press, go to all the same club functions, wear the same badge and go to the same training sessions/dressing room/canteen etc., how would they like all the new proximity and adjust? Would they soon start to find each other more annoying, off-putting or boring in ways they hadn't had chance to notice before? Or would they become even more endeared and interested and hard to separate?

I also can't help wondering how Stonesy's behaviour around his City teammates, especially the England lads, might cause a major sticking point. John seems very intensely focused on Jordan when they're together at England, sticking close to him at least half the time and noticeably prioritising him over all the others, but could he--would he--willingly keep doing that at City? Give up his social time and affection needs with the boys, just to keep Jordan close and feeling secure, preserve what they have? When it's nine whole months of the season to get through, and not the nine weeks total as it is for internationals, that's a much bigger ask both socially and emotionally (this was the man who refused to marry his childhood sweetheart of 11 years/first child's mother/round the way girl because he "needed space", after all.)

And how would Picks cope, seeing John draping himself all over Kyle & Kalvin & Jack every working day, nibbling their ears and climbing over their laps all day like Jordan's not even there? Or worse, all over Ruben & Laporte & KDB & Julian etc., who are lads Jordan can't even confidently rip into or shout at or warn off? (language and cultural barriers, y'know). Would he come to a place of ease with sharing and letting out more space between him and John (or adding someone/s into their little clique for two?), or would it just be too painful and humiliating, forcing Jordan to cut ties and let him go? It's one thing to watch John being John on edits and social media posts online, or on MOTD clips, or in photos, but when it's happening live in the flesh in front of his eyes every single day and he can't do a thing about it publicly, could be a different story?

In any case, it feels like at City, under Pep's watchful strict eye, there probably wouldn't be the same loose, easy, and safe freedom to be Stonesford(tm) the way they instinctively know how to at England, and to keep starting places in the City team they'd have to buck up and stop hanging off each other or hyperfocusing on each other positively or negatively, whether they preferred that or not. The demands of the top-table team and Guardiola's control would impact the way they are, one would imagine.

tl;dr it's hard to see it going smoothly for Stonesford if Picks went City, whether they stayed together/grew even closer or ended up splitting under pressure and calling time because of it. Really interested to hear your thoughts, though.

What an absolutely incredible thing to receive in my inbox!

Let me start by saying that your own thoughts on this are excellent and i thoroughly enjoyed reading this. One thing I long for is more people throwing their weight behind the story of this pairing and sharing their opinions on what will/won’t/is happening rather than just me rabbiting on about what I think, so this was an absolute joy to behold.

So, I think fundamentally their relationship is something that crosses over to both canon and the fic world - I don’t think their friendship and the way they are around each other in fic is wildly different from how they are in real life (obviously they’re not fucking, and I mean this in contrast to like Jack and Hendo - which is entirely made up based off a ten second clip), which means largely I think the consequences of Jordan joining city would be the same here and there.

My impression in both fic and in real life has long been that they work because Jordan does not, never has, and never will, need John. He’s extremely happy to just get his head down and get on with work - he has never been clamouring to into a clique, never been one to try and flaunt relationships with other footballers on insta comments or stories. Hes got no desire to be famous, to secure a big gig when he’s retired. He’s got his mates from home and his family and football is just his job, same with you or me.

And John has never not been John. When they were 18 John was hanging off Barkley, then Harty, then Kyle for years in a big way, and since then tonnes of various men. So I think Jordan would not be phased by John being John at city, not even in front of his salad.

Jordan’s not star struck by Kev and Erling and Mahrez. They’re just men. He’d happily boss City’s back line about too because apart from John and Kyle, they’re all either geeks (sorry laporte) or younguns. He’d not be scared to scream at them when he needed to.

I think where Jordan would potentially struggle would be under Pep, and what he expects, and how he can be quite brutal to the players. Jordan would either fold under the pressure, or, what I think is more likely, is that he’d thrive off it. As we’ve seen countless times - pen shoot outs, finals, everton relegation zone - he doesn’t panic and implode. He gets better the more pressure is on him.

He’s never really had any remarkable tutelage, so Pep could help him to refine the skills he has and become the great player he really is. And we know already that the way John and Jordan play together, as attested by sports journalists and pundits and all sorts of experts, makes both of them better.

Jordan’s able to stay closer to his net because John has such a tight rein over the box which makes Jordan a better keeper and less prone to accident. Conversely, Jordan’s ability on the ball, command of the back line and skill at playing out lets John relax, focus, and press deeper where needed.

As is the case with John and Kyle, the longer people have been playing together the better they become at intuiting each other’s moves and working as a unit. The three of them would certainly do well together, especially aided by City’s other star defenders.

John’s attitude towards England players at City is somewhat different, though, if we’re to go off how he’s acted in the past. I do think there are people who gravitate to the most popular person in the room and latch themselves on. I do think John is one of those people.

But what makes it work is that Jordan isn’t bothered. John will be back, like he always is, and Jordan doesn’t need him all the time anyway. In fact - in real life and in fic - too much John gets on his last nerve. So dipping in and out of favour is a blessing.

And it only turns on John on when people he loves are centre of attention. I don’t think he’d want to protect Jordan and keep him to himself, I think he’d love having him do well and be popular. He’d love nodding and saying “do you get it now?? What I’ve been saying??” It would make John want him all the more.

If John can maintain his obsession with Kyle at England and City, he would with Jordan too, I think. Like you see in the one interview they got to do with Kyle, they just end up folding in on one another and sniggering at in jokes anyway - I can’t see that changing if it’s Haaland or Dias or DeBruyne in Kyle’s place.

I think it’s worth saying though that I come at this from the point of view of their 2023 selves, which is extremely significant. Because they’ve both been to the cliff edge and back, I truly think they’re both so much more relaxed about the whole thing now. A few years ago, I’m sure the pressure would’ve crushed them. John wouldn’t be able to compartmentalise and he’d blame Jordan for things and vice versa. I feel they view all this playing time they get now as extra - a second chance. So they just enjoy themselves. And they’d enjoy exploring the sport together at premier league level now, because they’ve done everything else together. Why not this.

Anyway. None of this will ever happen because Jordan’s going to spurs… but I enjoyed thinking about it very very very much. You are welcome to discuss these matters in my ask box at all hours of the day and night xxxxx

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 1 year

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BTS!! Don't Hurt Yourself

BTS: Write a dvd commentary about a passage from the fic (I cannot pic a fav so I'm just gonna give any old passage, I chose this one because I have a fun backstory about when I wrote it)(Full disclosure I own dvds but its been so long since I watched dvd commentary that I don't really remember what it's like so I'll just talk about the passage and how I made the decisions I did and how it came about, you know, the making of the passage.)

Spicy. alright I can do spicy.

Stede had always thought that a desire to hurt another individual out of malice or hatred was something that was intended to be done without their consent, that it would be dampened by the thought that the other person was into it. He was somewhat surprised to find that Izzy’s openly asking for it did not cheapen his own sadistic pleasure in giving the bastard what he deserved.

And he did deserve it, Stede decided as he pressed the head of his cock into Izzy’s tight, wet cunt. Izzy deserved to get smacked around and spat upon. Not just for the stunt with the blow job and the secret phone call, but also for calling Edward a whore, and a twat, and every other unkind derogatory thing he’d said in that courtroom and out, and for being generally an unpleasant, nasty little man that no one wanted to be around, and for causing Ed so much grief.

First of all, Bonnet, you are also causing Ed grief by fucking his husband but I digress

anyway. Backstory: This is from Chapter 7 of Don't Hurt Yourself. A chapter which I slaved away on for I think about two months, because I had written up to the point where Stede and Izzy Yaoi prat fall onto each other and Stede ends up with Izzy's tit in his hand or whatever, and I had no idea where to go from there ie how to get Stede's cock in Izzy's cunt in a way that was at least realistic enough for me to be satisfied with it.(emotional realities not physical realities, as is my right as an ofmd fic author, David Jenkins school of writing ect.) It's a problem I have with writing both Jack/Stede and Izzy/Stede, I have to seamlessly bring them from bitching at each other like they do in the show to fucking each other. Its not as easy as it sounds.

The breakthrough of the writers block came for me the same night I did magic mushrooms for the first time. My dealer told me that they would take about 3 hours to kick in (they took half that amount of time) and I was like, well I have three hours to spare so I might as well try to bang out a couple paragraphs. (it was the day I posted "why is it so much easier to write when the edible is about to kick in" It was not an edible I was waiting on. Idk why I said edible I regularly admit to drugs on here lmao.) So I managed to write a lot of the dialogue and then these two paragraphs. But the shrooms kicked in as I was finishing up the last paragraph, which meant that I ended it with some absolutely inebriated drivel about the word fuck and how it's used to convey both hate (e,g. shut the fuck up, fuck you) and sex that I had to delete when I was sober and I very rapidly lost the ability to write after that.

Anyway now that the fun back story is out of the way let's actually talk about what's happening in these two paragraphs. Stizzy hate sex! Stede and Izzy are sometimes hard to make fuck because Stede simply does not think about him, but they're also incredibly fun to make fuck. Muppet vibes off the charts especially when they're doing bdsm (which is the only kind of sex Izzy knows how to have). Miss Piggy slapping Kermit energy but they're not married.

I also tend to think Stede has a dark side. He's as mean as he is nice and he's real fucking nice. I love it when he's evil, because I'm horny about evil men. I think if Stede would think about Izzy long enough he could get dark with it (a vibe which is not incompatible with muppetry broaden your horizons for the possible.) and I think the only way to make him think about Izzy long enough is to have Izzy wrong Ed and make it clear to Stede that Ed was wronged and put Izzy in Stede's direct line of sight.

Basically, I want Stede to have hate sex and I want him to realize he's a sadist. I tried to convey that here. I think that Stede as a character has the capacity for so much love and so much hate. It's an important balance to strike when writing him, if you go too far in one direction you turn him into an unrecognizable monster (which I've seen certain people do) but if you go too far in the other he becomes an unrecognizable woobie baby which is so fucking boring dude. I hope I got across his sadist awakening well. he still needs a second one where you learn you can do it to people you like tho...

The ask meme

#divorce court au #stizzy #drug posting

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hylialeia · 10 months

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finished Fourth Wing and well. Eh

This book started off with a page labeled "BookTok praise", so... there's that.

My most positive note here is that it was a super fast read, even if it wasn't a short one; the pacing stayed quick and gave me a lot of ammunition to keep going, with surprisingly few lulls. It takes the Fantasy School concept and runs with it, and to its credit, it keeps things interesting enough to move forward and makes you want to see how the story turns out, particularly in the first half as we build towards "the Threshing," the event where the book's fantasy equivalent of college students (who feel more than a little inspired by the Dauntless faction in Divergent, albeit with a better in-world purpose for existing) are chosen to bond with their dragons. After that point, I felt a gradual decline in interest beyond the protagonist and her dragons, which while not detrimental to the story, was never fully resolved or reversed.

The worldbuilding was underwhelming. There was clearly thought and effort put into it, enough so that it had potential conceptually, but it never really got the focus or expansion I was hoping for. Atmospherically, the strongest areas were at the school, but beyond that, I felt like we got very little, which is a shame since the narrative decided to switch focus to the larger world near the end. I enjoyed the device of inserting excerpts from in-universe tomes and texts at the beginning of each chapter, though; Crier's War did something similar, and as far as exposition devices go, I think they're clever and fun.

Less fun were the characters - several interesting concepts that made it all the more disappointing when so many of them ended up being basic archetypes with no hint of deeper complexity. There were so many areas ripe with potential exploration and subversion, places where Rebecca Yarros could have turned the standard dynamics and clichés on their heads, but never really did. Bully character is a bully, jealous bitch character is a jealous bitch, etc, etc. Luca and Jack died without being anything other than obnoxious and awful; Violet and Dain's relationship fell apart remarkably quickly. I found some of the side characters intriguing - Rhiannon and Ridoc in particular - but there was never a particularly compelling depth to any of them, and worse, no moments in the story that really pushed that complexity to the surface. Liam seemed to be the one exception to this in a few instances, but that potential never got utilized and was fully extinguished when he died. For a book that started with such an emphasis on potential betrayals and high stakes, most character dynamics play out exactly as they seem and are far less cutthroat than promised.

Violet and Xaden are the worst offenders on this front. From what I gather, the romance was meant to be the main draw in this series, but I have to say, I never felt really pulled in or compelled by the supposed enemies to lovers slow burn between these two. None of their actions are ever those committed by outright enemies, especially not given how ruthless the setting is supposed to be. They don't even actively try to harm each other. I didn't necessarily dislike them as characters - mostly because the writing never took enough risks portraying them as people to ever get that far. They were never "too unlikable" (maybe an attempt to avoid SJM's pitfalls with very, VERY similar character archetypes), which left me finding their whole dynamic incredibly lukewarm. As characters, they felt more like vehicles through which to project what the reader wants to see, and less like vehicles through which to convey the already decided story via their strong personalities and designs.

Speaking of designs, I felt let down by Violet. One of the most interesting and exciting parts of the beginning of the book was in Violet's disability - or what I was led to believe was a disability (brittle bone disease/osteogenesis imperfecta) - and how she navigated that in this militaristic, ableist world. This came up often in the first half of the book, but by the end, it seemingly doesn't matter. It's such a huge missed opportunity, and one that would have fleshed out not only the protagonist, but several other characters and the overall world itself.

Overall, the story was competently written in a technical sense, though there were some stylistic choices that had me rolling my eyes. If I can be totally subjective for a second, the narrative voice really wasn't for me; there were several moments where it stripped some of the more tense moments of of their impact and took me out of the story entirely. In a story striving to portray the horrors of war, nationalism, and propaganda, it was hard to take much of the subject matter seriously with a bunch of fantasy college students calling each other "toxic assholes" or "fucking hot toxic assholes".

But there were dragons, so. 4/10, mostly for that and the pacing.

#fourth wing #the thing about me is if a book has dragons I will read it #and I am not immune to the whole dragon and rider communicate through telepathy thing #leia reads #been a while since I used that tag (still hasn't written the priory review ;-;)

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juliaswickcrs · 2 years

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Make that 1-10 for Aaron & Michelle

An ask about my Criminal Minds OC? In this economy? Thank you

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

AARON HOTCHNER FOR SURE. This boy is so traumatized from all the shit in his life, saying "I love you" is about the only way he knows how to win an argument, especially with Michelle, who is incredibly logical to the point of stubbornness. He knows that sentimentality and connection is one of the only ways to get through to her.

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Michelle: She knows that Aaron doesn't want to talk about his nightmares when pushed, so she'd get up and make him a snack or a drink or something to help calm him down and distract him with meaningless stuff like brunch with her friends or Jack's newest milestone or a funny story from her residency days.

Aaron: He knows that Michelle will try to rationalize these nightmares in any way possible, so he sits with her and helps her decode them and logically deconstructs them over a sandwich or midnight snack (midnight snacks are their love language tbh)

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

ABSOLUTELY THEY DO. Michelle wears Hotch's dress shirts to bed a lot of the time and his quarter zips on vacations and road trips. Hotch doesn't really wear a lot of Michelle's clothing cause she is tiny, but he loves seeing her in his clothes.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Hotch is definitely more protective and for good reason. Michelle needs to be protected not just because of her connection to Hotch but also because she just throws herself into situations a lot of the time and suffers a lot of trauma.

5. Describe their cozy night in.

Pajamas, curled up on the couch with Jack between them, watching a movie with a big bowl of popcorn or take out.

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

Hotch would leave to protect Michelle from 'himself' and 'his job'. Michelle would beg Hotch not to leave because she knows they can work this out and she knows that they are much better together than they are apart.

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

Yes, Yes, 100 times yes. Especially if Jack asked.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

Hotch goes full mom, soup, blankets, medicine, etc, never leaving Michelle's side until she feels better. Michelle on the other hand, because she is a doctor, is like "are you throwing up? no, good. then it's nothing." But once it was something, she'd get her mask and gloves and make sure Hotch had all the best equipment and medicine.

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

They don't consider that option for a long time. Michelle already sees Jack as her own and doesn't want to think about having her own kids until she and Hotch are both retired from the FBI, which she knows isn't very likely for both of them. Hotch would love to have kids with Michelle, but he's wary of what happened with Haley, so he's very reluctant to think about that part of his future.

10. Describe their first date.

Their first official date is actually undercover. Hotch keeps promising that he'll take Michelle on an actual date but he never gets around to it until they're forced to go undercover to protect a potential serial killer victim and they have their first official date at a really nice Italian restaurant where the victim is eating at. Later on after the case is finished, Hotch takes her on a walk around the city.

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forestlingincorporated · 2 years

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.....So I wanna talk about Jack Drake’s potential for physical abuse.

Because every time I bring up abuse and Tim’s parents someone misunderstands me and gets pissy, I will state upfront and for the record: Jack Drake is abusive, and it doesn’t have to be physical abuse to be abuse. I’m also, like, 85% sure Jack wasn’t intended to be physically abusive in the comics. He is, regardless, incredibly emotionally abusive.

With that out of the way, I want to talk about the potential for Jack to be a physical abuser because there’s just... a few... weird scenes. And I wanna talk about them, because they live rent free in my brain.

Discussion under the cut, because some of the comic images of Jack acting violently are potentially triggering for some people. So like... trigger warning for child abuse.

So... there are three scenes that I find suspect.

The first one is... well, most of you probably know what I’m thinking of.

In Robin #45, a couple floppies after Tim’s girlfriend at the time, Ariana, propositions Tim and they get caught hugging and kissing with Ari in a sexy nightgown, Jack Drake finally comes home from overseas because Ariana’s guardian called his “service” to inform him their kids were... intimately involved. It’s unclear if the adults think they had sex or were going to have sex, because they talk around the topic, but in a later comic Jack’s girlfriend Dana is worried whether Tim is still a virgin or not. Jack will not listen to Tim’s side of the story and sends him to his room.

I didn’t notice it my first read through, but it kinda... primes the audience to think about parental violence by having Mrs. Mac bring up corporal punishment.

While Tim is watching a news story about a hostage situation, Dana comes in to talk to Tim first. Tim is distracted, but talks to Dana, and she doesn’t seem to mind that Tim is still half watching the news report. I won’t get into Dana’s brand of parenting except to note that it’s in stark contrast to Jack’s this floppy and also to make a note of the startle lines drawn by Tim when she reaches out to touch him. I’m not sure what to make of them, if he’s just surprised she’s on his side or if it’s meant to be a flinch... I probably wouldn’t have thought twice about them if not for what’s coming next.

Yeah... we’re talking about The Scene. Presented in full:

As the hostage situation escalates, Jack comes in to talk to Tim. And for as much as Jack initially seems to be saying the right things... it is... remarkable how quickly he flies into the rage because his son is distracted by a news story. Especially when you compare him to Dana, who had a full and meaningful conversation with Tim while he was still distracted by the same news story.

...I am of two minds about this scene.

Option A) Based on Tim’s seemingly shocked expressions and body language, and Jack’s previous interactions with Tim, none of which appeared violent, this instance of pre-battery abuse is an escalation.

Option B) Based on Tim’s internal dialog, the way he registers Jack’s anger immediately as a major problem (”uh-oh”) and the seemingly calm reaction to his dad flying off the handle (”at least he left the computer”), Jack has done something like this before. Destruction of property in a fit of rage isn’t abnormal behavior from him.

...So anyway. The next scene I wanna talk about is from Robin #116.

Tim has been away for a few days doing Robin stuff while his father was in a depressive episode after they lost their family business and dropped an economic bracket. Honestly, the relief in Tim’s eyes when he sees his dad walking around and wearing day clothes is extremely well-drawn.

Jack is saying all the right things, and then... then Tim makes this one little comment: “I was going to come in there and knock some sense into you... but you’re still bigger than me...”

What the fuck does that mean, Tim?

It’s a joke. He’s teasing his dad to break the tension, if it was in a vacuum, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it. It’s not even the “knock some sense into you” line, that’s a common thing people say.

It’s the “you’re still bigger than me” that fills my stomach with fucking dread.

Which brings me to Robin #125.

Jack finds out Tim is Robin. He goes to Wayne Manor carrying a gun and threatens Bruce’s life to “give back his son.” Already primed to view Jack as capable of violence.

When Tim arrives, he and Jack get into an argument where Tim tries to put his foot down - he’s found his purpose, Jack can’t stop him, he’s going to keep being Robin whether he likes it or not. When Jack pulls the “you’re just a kid” argument, Tim actually reveals something interesting about their family history that must’ve played into why Tim is so adamant that being a teen hero is aspirational: his grandfather joined the military at 15, something Jack apparently brags about quite often.

And then Jack brings up a new... Different topic. Child abuse.

And... and... Tim starts saying that’s “no longer a possibility” and talking about how he can defend himself now.

?????????

And when Bruce becomes ALARMED, Tim IMMEDIATELY backs down, saying it was a... “joke.”

....Like, even including the scene of Jack ripping the fucking TV out of the wall, this is the scene that screams “Something Happened.”

The throw away line from Robin 116 and this scene from Robin 125 have big Jack Used To Hit Tim When He Was Younger vibes. There’s also a sense that... Tim is doing some kinda mental gymnastics over it.

These scenes add extra possibilities to Jack and Tim’s potential history.

A) Jack used to hit Tim when he was younger, perhaps in a manner Jack would consider “spanking,” but as Tim got older and social norms changed, he stopped.

B) Jack never hit Tim, but made is somehow clear he wanted to: verbally, raising hands without striking, and/or breaking objects/punching walls.

C) Jack’s never done this in Tim’s early childhood, but Robin #45 was an escalation to breaking objects that has given Tim anxiety about the threat of physical abuse.

I find all three options... equally possible. As for why Tim doesn’t saying anything about it... growing up, my dad was Jack Drake Option B: yelling, broken objects, raised hands. The first time I remember my father getting so pissed off he “almost hit me” I was about... three or four years old. Terrible early memory to internalize for the rest of your life. And like... I was AWARE of it... but I’d just... forget about it, for long periods of time. Years. Never told my mother about it until this year, at 27 years old, even after she saw him do it again when I was a teenager. Honestly, I kinda forgot about it entirely when I was in college... but I did find out I had a panic response to criticism and anger. My girlfriend at the time had a bit of a temper, and I would just shut down when she got mad; she tried to comfort me and get me to explain why my reaction was so strong... and I had no idea. I can only assume that’s what people mean when they say you’ve “blocked out” a memory. By the time I was able to interrogate my own feelings and remember what happened to me... I didn’t have the language to explain it. And it took me a long time to accept that the word “abuse” applied to my situation.

“Oh, yeah, I know x, y, z is abuse, but like, that doesn’t apply to me, it didn’t count.” is... really common, as I understand it.

....So, anyway. While canonically Tim’s abuse is only ever overtly presented as non-physical, I do think there’s a potential to explore that avenue with Jack while saying consistent with his character - either in the past or as an escalation. And I think that has the potential to be interesting, especially if Tim is playing off other characters who are more conscious of their own history with abuse.

...Anyway, thank you for coming to my TedTalk on More Reasons To Be Sus Of Jack Drake, I guess.

#Jack Drake #Tim Drake #cw: child abuse #jack drake is a terrible parent #all my homies hate jack drake

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reidsnose · 3 years

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Nose Taps (spencer reid x reader)

overview: the newest member of the bau develops a cute secret language with the resident genius

genre: fluff

a/n: this is my first fic so my apologies if its bad lol i tried. also its very short sorry ! but yeah lmk if u like it :)

masterlist

From the first day you walked through the doors of the BAU, you were incredibly charming in a unique way. You knew exactly how to talk to everyone, an amazing intuition letting you know just what to do. Spencer's curiosity had fallen on you; he was absolutely enthralled by your entire being.

the first thing that caught his attention was when you hand had accidentally grazed his.

it was a small meaningless gesture as you slipped past him, but he thought about it for weeks afterwards, in a good way. he thought about your smile as you apologized for "bumping into him". he missed the tingles that shot up his arm where your skin met his.

the second thing was much larger, he began to notice your kindness.

on only your second day in the office you stayed late to help hotch with paperwork so he could get home to jack faster. it was not a selfish act to get on his good side, rather an act of complete and utter kindness.

you brought JJ cheetos when she was feeling down because you saw her munching on them on the jet once.

you even got morgan to talk about his feelings for 4 hours one night after something was clearly bothering him. and morgan never talks about his feelings.

though you had just recently met them, you showed them how sweet you were without even trying. and Spencer Reid was no exception.

you stayed attentive to everyone who spoke to you, and when you noticed that people would often interrupt him or brush him off, it didn't sit right with you. after talking to him about it, the two of you developed a system. every time he didn't get to finish his thought, you would tap your nose to show him you noticed and wanted to hear about it later. then, at the end of the day, either in the hotel or on the jet, you would tally up the number of nose taps and he would get to ramble about all of it to you. it wasnt intentionally a secret but it was kept between you two, your little thing.

spencer thought it was the most endearing and kind thing anyone had done for him.

and you ate up every second of it, watching his eyes grow wide and then crinkle at the corners when he grew giddy about a certain statistic or historical story. you didn't understand how anyone could not want to listen to him.

soon, however, the nose taps evolved into something more. a whole little language grew between the two of you.

one nose tap from either party meant "im listening".

two nose taps meant "i have to tell you something".

three meant "i have to tell you asap".

an eyebrow tap meant "this reminded me of you" or "im thinking about you".

so on and so forth.

the team picked up on this little code between the two of you, but couldn't for the life of them understand what it all meant or when it had started. to be fair, they didn't have much time to decode while on cases.

to Spencer, this secret language was his most treasured peice of knowledge. And to you, it was your most treasured secret. and to both, unforgettable.

though Spencer had noticed your striking beauty when he first laid eyes on you, spending tome with you only intensified it. he found himself often marveling at the little details, especially on the jet.

the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the angle of your eyelashes, the blush that graced your cheeks when you laughed, the way you chew on your lip when you're thinking, even the barely noticeable wrinkles you have in your forehead from raising your eyebrows all the time. he was falling helplessly in love with every bit of you.

you did that same to him. admiring the itty bitty bump on the bridge of his nose right above the perfect little button tip, the curls in his hair, the way he puckered up a little as he talked, the way his whole face would crinkle up when he laughed really hard, his eyes squinting so hard they were barely visible. you were falling helplessly in love with every bit of him.

the team had OBVIOUSLY picked up on this, and though they would tease the both of you in private, they didn't dare embarrass you in front of each other. they weren't that sadistic. or so you thought.

one evening at rossis the team decided to have a powerpoint night. everyone chose a funny topic to make a power point and present about.

jj went first, presenting the slideshow titled "ways my clashing aesthetics present themselves through my sons"

next went morgan: "reasons i should be allowed to not wear a shirt under my bullet proof vest".

followed by Rossi who did "list of the fakest Italians weve ever encountered (they cant even pronounce gnocchi)"

after him was prentiss with "things i did while pretending to be dead"

and then hotch who made "ranking the bau from most to least childish"

then you went with "animals i think all of you resemble"

followed by reid who did "top 5 worst hospitals based on jello rating"

and last but not least, garcia. she went with "agents i think should just get married already we are literally not getting any younger"

you all laughed until the slide moved and there was a picture of Spencer and you, asleep on each other on the jet. his arm was wrapped around you protectively as you were cuddled up to his chest. you looked over at spencer who was matching your bright red face.

"y/n and spencer." garcia spoke before clicking to the next slide.

"wow she just cut right to the chase huh," prentiss laughed.

more images that the team had sneakily taken of the two of you riddled the screen.

one of you braiding his hair. one of him wiping frosting on your face from your birthday. on of the two of you mid laugh, mirroring each other exactly. a few more of you two on the jet, on cases, or even out at bars or at rossis with the rest of the team. so many of them and as much as you were embarrassed, you really loved all of those pictures.

"i really dont think i need to explain much, these speak for themselves," garcia chirped.

"i like that one," reid spoke up, pointing to the braiding one. ok so were going about that like this.

"i was just about to say that, but this ones also a close contender," you replied pointing to the frosting one.

"and that my friends, concludes my slide show!" garcia laughed.

"wait seriously? just us?" you laughed.

"yea.." she started, a giddy smile decorating her face. you looked over at Spencer and tapped your nose twice. he did it back but three times, cracking a cheesy grin. "see! and they have their little secret nose code thing! is that not relationship material?"

"you guys noticed?" spencer asked, clearly oblivious.

"duh." rossi joked.

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