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forlorn-crows · 7 days

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crow just tell me, tell me that mountain is not the somno enthusiast ever. that's right you can't!!! cause he is and I'll absolutely die on this hill

his big dick may be desperately rattling the bars of it's enclosure and losing when mount's awake but when big boy's asleep it takes over!!! he's soooo reactive but also a dead sleeper and oh how he loves waking up with sticky pants, just that delicious little sprinkle of humiliation in it all

I dunno imo he just is the somno boy, don't ya think?

mountain absolutely has a humiliation kink. plus, king of cumming in his pants, cumming untouched, and wet dreams? makes him the perfect target for some somno fun. not sure if anyone remembers "stuff that grows from mountains head", but that little ficlet of dew whispering sweet nothings just to watch the snapdragons grow, hinted that he likes to get a little filthy sometimes too . . .

dew influencing mountain's wet dream w/a side of somno handjobs under the cut, feat. mentions of how hot cumulus is

happy birthday, tee hee ♡

Dew loves watching him like this. Expressive and unabashed in his sleep, unaware of anything except the fantasies playing out in his mind. His dick taking over his self control and bending him to the will of pleasure.

Plus he’s cute and fun to mess with. Can’t blame a ghoul for wanting to play a little.

“What’s goin’ on in there big guy? Hm?” Dew cards his hand through Mountain’s hair. He’s fallen asleep with his head in Dew’s lap, pleasantly warm and lulled by the soft rock record Dew had put on. Middle of their conversation too, the goof, but the fire ghoul won’t hold him to it.

Mountain’s only response is a small, high-pitched noise, paired with a twitch of his fingers. His cock twitches too, already tenting in his linen pants. Dew wants nothing more than to yank them down and expose that beautiful length, watch it sway and bob as he gets harder and harder.

Later, though; he wants to have a little fun first.

“Let me guess . . . Rain?” The fire ghoul waits for a response, but isn’t granted anything that signals his guess was correct.

“No? Hm. Swiss?” Still nothing. It’s a quick round of Guess Who? before he reaches his answer: “Lus?”

Mountain’s mouth drops open in a soft sigh, cock twitching again. There’s a little wet spot on the front of his pants now, and his ears twitch as Dew laughs knowingly.

“She’s got you wrapped around her curls, doesn’t she, Mount?” Dew sighs with a smile, petting at the freshly-sprouting justicia blooms around the base of one horn. Pretty fuchsia petals the same color as her favorite lipstick.

“Lucifer, she’s so gorgeous, huh? Wonder what you’re dreaming about . . . maybe she’s got you worshiping her tits, suckin’ on ‘em just how she likes . . .”

The earth ghoul lets out a throaty moan, top lip twitching to show a flash of teeth and tongue. Dew hums and traces along his mouth with his thumb. Back and forth, back and forth; sliding the pad of it along the tip of his tongue with each pass. Mountain’s mouth twitches again, and Dew is eager to slip his thumb inside. Watching as his lips close around the digit automatically, as they have so many times before, and he starts to suck. It’s ever so gentle, and a little bit sloppy, but it still makes Dew go all fuzzy inside.

“Yeah, bet it’s just like that,” he continues. “Sucking on her nipples until she gets all wet. Bet she calls you a good boy while you do it.”

Mountain huffs a moan around his finger. His leg kicks out, momentum rolling him fully onto his back, limbs sprawling out every which way as the true amount of his arousal is exposed to Dew: his cock is absolutely pressed to the seam of his pants, leaking into the fabric enough to rival a water ghoul.

“Fuck you’re as wet as she’d be, aren’t you,” the fire ghoul breathes. Mountain’s head lolls to the side, and his thumb slips out of his mouth, a line of drool following his fingernail. “Drooling all over her while she gets on your lap. Probably wouldn’t even have to take you to get you to bust, she could just rub her cunt all over you and you’d be creaming yourself, wouldn’t you?”

“Huh–uhh,” Mountain groans, all raspy on his exhale. Dew can see his eyes roll behind his eyelids, no doubt picturing the scene to a T. He makes a noise of agreement and smooths his hands down Mountain’s chest, gripping in a way Cumulus might, making sure to press the tips of his claws right in above his nipples. Imitating a pretty manicure pressed into his pecs.

“So pretty when she grabs you. Pushing her tits together with her elbows and her hair floats around her like a goddess. Callin’ you honey and love and baby.”

The earth ghoul bucks up into nothing, hands slowly fisting into the sheets beneath him. Whimpering when Dew digs his hands in just a little more.

“Bet your balls get so big when she bounces on that cock.” Dew’s own voice is getting a little husky now, dick chubbing up in interest under Mountain’s head. “Fuck, and she feels so good. So warm and wet and you just wanna grab her hips and never let go . . .”

“Wan’ . . . oh,” Mountain mutters, voice pitching up at the end into something breathy and feminine and Satanas does Dew want to hear him make it again.

“Oh yeah? You make pretty noises like that for her?” He slowly slides out from underneath Mountain’s head, laying it down gently onto the mattress before shuffling closer to his lower half. Dew glances up the length of him, taking in the rucked-up shirt, the hands kneading at the blankets, chest rising and falling a little faster now. Breath coming out in short puffs from his slack mouth, every other one accented with a sweet, quiet noise—almost like a dog yipping in its dreams. His hips follow his dick as it twitches upwards, thrusting into some imaginary curvy body.

“There you go, make sure you fuck her real good,” the fire ghoul teases, already pressing at that wet spot on the front of his pants. Groaning when he feels how hot he’s gotten there.

He’s fitting to burst at any moment, really. And Dew would very much like to see that.

“Wonder if she’s seen you like this,” he continues, tugging on the waistband. “All hot and bothered and you don’t even know it. Does she know how cute you get when you wake up all sticky?”

Dew gets his pants down just far enough to free his length, cursing when it throbs just from the exposure. “Fuck, those pretty nails wrapped around this big dick . . . fucking hells, Mount.”

Whatever hands-off objective he had before disintegrates when Mountain full-body groans and his cock spurts out another bead of pre—Dew can’t resist that, he just can’t. He wraps his hand around him and strokes him root to tip, biting back his own noise when Mountain visibly shudders.

“Ffuhh . . . mm li’ . . . tha’, gon’ . . . “ He’s babbling syllables again, getting louder the longer Dew jerks him off.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for her?” he goads, watching his face contort in flashes of pleasure. Feeling his cock get even fuller in his hand. “Shit, fill her up so good it’ll all drip out of her when she sits on your face and you get to suck on her perfect little—”

With a low groan, he’s squirting onto his belly in bursts of white, toes curling and his eyes rolling all the way back into his skull.

“Oh, baby,” Dew groans, his own cock throbbing between his legs. He just keeps going, wringing out shot after shot until it’s dribbling down his knuckles, the earth ghoul unconsciously mewling as he starts to reach overstimulation. More drool running out of the corner of his mouth as his head is tossed to the side.

“Fuck, Mount,” Dew mutters. He lets his cock flop back down against his stomach, licking the cum from his fingers as he watches the bigger ghoul sigh shakily and melt back into the sheets. Boneless and limp like nothing ever happened.

But Dew’s certainly not done with him yet.

“Wakey-wakey,” he lilts, pulling Mountain’s pants further down his legs so he can situate himself between them. Smoothing his hands up his thighs to grab at his hips while simultaneously licking a hot stripe from balls to tip, sending a quick zing of heat through his palms to rouse him from slumber.

Mountain half snuffles, half snorts himself awake, blinking up at the ceiling like he can’t quite remember how he got there. “Wha . . .” He cranes his neck up to glance down at Dew, happily licking up the cum from the hair around the base of his cock with a gaze full of mischief. The earth ghoul nearly chokes as his brain catches up to his body, eyes going wide as he presses up onto his elbows. “Satanas, Dew, unholy fuck.”

“What’d you dream about, big boy?” he teases, suckling briefly on the head of his softening cock.

“H-oh shit—”

“Yeah?” He kisses back down the shaft, grinning at the heat rising to Mountain’s face with every whimper. “Wanna have some more fun?"

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#ficlet #the band ghost fanfic #cw: somno #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #(mentioned)#ask #hypnoneghoul #mountain/dew #dew/mountain #mountain x dew #dew x mountain #the band ghost #i love making ghouls just lil nasty bastards #god mountain loves it tho #i could write mountain cumming in his sleep forever i think

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x-heesy · 2 months

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Rockstar, rebound

Bitch you know we ballin'

Always at my phone to find another hoe was callin'

I'm on the team, I'ma shoot for three

Breakin' new means

Then I release

Hittin' that buzza beater (Ugh)

Winnin' the game, I'm winnin' (Ugh)

I let my brother beat 'em (Ugh)

I couldn't lose if Lucifer made me a loser

I jump from the fuckin' bleachers

Rockstar, rebound

Bitch you know we ballin'

Always at my phone to find another hoe was callin'

Why she callin' my phone?

I don't know

I couldn't answer 'cause I'm on a boat

Got the remote 'cause you know I control

All the waves that you ride like I told ya

This that super fly drop kick shit

All these motherfuckers jumpin' in the moshpit quick

If you got a big booty, better pop that shit

I've been lookin' for a biddy that will rock my dick

Need a new flow, then I'll top this shit

Me and Swvde be the team

Always comin' with the hits

Everybody love it when we drop them shits

I'ma spit it 'til I hit it then I got my fix

I don't even look like I should rap but yo I kill this shit

Workin' 'til his perfect fingers hurtin'

Know you feel this shit (Ugh)

I spit a couple of bars at a time

Off of the dope but I'm coming out fine

Trippy been droppin' full bottles of wine

Now that bitch over we ready to grind

I'm a goof and that's just the way I am

Don't follow the rules and I don't stick to the plan

Okay you know me, that don't mean that you're my friend

So all that shit you was talkin' you say it was all just pretend

(Hold up, hold up, wait up, hold up)

Gotta change it up a little bit like she gon' be with me

Got the boba fett up in the blunt

We high as we can be

Out in Colorado for a while

I'm in the 303

Sendin' my vocals to Dutchman we gon' be like

Leedle Leedle Lee

Hit the sto' for weed

I'm TrippthaKid, I get the tree for free

Pass the blunt to him so he get lifted

Never seein' me

Higher than the universe

You know you wanna be a G

TrippythaKid the G.O.A.T

Y'all already know

You never beatin' me

Hit the sto' for weed

I'm TrippthaKid, I get the tree for free

Pass the blunt to him so he get lifted

Never seein' me

Higher than the universe

You know you wanna be a G

TrippythaKid the G.O.A.T

Y'all already know

You never beatin' me

Shoutout to Swvde

Shoutout to Dutchman

Shoutout to TrippythaKid

You guys are so sick

You work so hard at your craaaaft

Oh my God

Leedle Leedle Lee by TrippyThaKid v4

@bethanythestrange @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @seanisnothing

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drop-zone-homefront · 5 years

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I saw the article headline come up on my dash and immediately had to make this

#Young Justice #yj #dc #dick grayson #roy harper #will harper #jim harper #nightwing #Arsenal #red arrow #guardian #the onion #oh dick ya big goof #jinkies! private security hijinks!#im sorry #memes

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killalluchihas · 3 years

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ayo i might be getting a lil too into character, i literally walked through queens and flipped off a driver for honkin at pedestrians THIS AINT MY LIFE I WILL GET MUGGED IF I MOUTH OFF 💀💀

#and i’d do it again!#that driver deserved it tho he was a dick #oh big hotshot thinks he can cut traffic by takin locals well no the local roads are narrow af and ya got stuck at a drop off area ya goof

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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This Side of Normal Ch. 10

AO3

Marinette glances around the silent table, willing Jason to say something. Or do something. Or even Dick. She needed one of them to start a conversation, because Adrien hated awkward silences. And if this silence went on much longer, he was definitely going to say something and then she would regret it. Horribly.

“These rolls are purr-fect.” Adrien says, out of nowhere. Marinette lets out a groan, of course he’d skip straight ahead to the cat puns. Of course that’s where his freaking mind was tonight.

“Aren’t they? I’d say Alfred’s cooking is pretty claw-some, myself.” Dick speaks up, grinning at Adrien. Marinette looks at him, wide eyed.

“That’s it. I’ll find a new trapeze partner and a new best friend. Both of you are out of my life.” She deadpans, ignoring Adrien’s offended gasp.

“But Bugaboo, who else would give you a hand with your crazy schemes?” Adrien asks, and Marinette turns to him, narrowing her eyes.

“I swear to god if you take your arm off right now you will never find it again.” She threatens, pointing her fork at him from across the table.

“But Mari, that joke needs the arm. It doesn’t work without it.” He pouts, she rolls her eyes and turns to Damian.

“I apologize for him. He thinks he’s funny.” She says, turning her glance back at Adrien. “He’s wrong.”

“Tt. I’m unbothered by his sense of humor. I have lived with Grayson for eight years. His humor is nothing compared to those horrors.” Damian quips, and Marinette swears his lips almost quirk into a smile. She snorts.

“Guess I made the right choice in throwing Dick to the curb, huh?” She teases, ignoring Dick’s gasp and Adrien’s reassurance to the man. Honestly, who was the adult here?

“It was for the best, Dupain-Cheng.” Damian says and Marinette winces slightly. The only person who called her by her last name (in regular conversation, anyway) was Chloe. And while the girl had long since given up full on bullying her, she still wasn’t Marinette’s best friend in the world.

“You can call me Marinette, my last name is kind of a mouthful.” She says, trying to be nonchalant about it. She’d heard him refer to everyone else as their last name the entire evening. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but him calling her Dupain-Cheng was going to make her uncomfortable in the long run.

“Very well.” He says, and though he doesn’t say her name, she still counts it as a win. A throat clearing catches her attention and she glances at Jason who was glaring at Damian.

“What’s up, Jay?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“Nothing Pixie Pop. Just thinking about the time you kicked the ass of that would be mugger.” He says, and Marinette frowns. Mugger? “You know, the one that was obsessed with you?” He clarifies, and she understands. Copycat had been reakumatized during Jason’s stay in Paris. And he had wanted nothing more than a date with Ladybug. Though, she couldn’t understand why he was bringing it up now.

“I am so lost.” She admits, shaking her head at her pseudo-brother. He grins.

“That’s fine, just sharing that you can kick ass with the table. In case someone wants to try something.” He says pointedly. Oh. He definitely caught the heart eyes she sent Damian back in the gym. Can he blame her, though? Her weakness was green eyes. And Damian’s were the greenest.

“I did walk in on you hogtied, Todd. I assumed she was a reputable fighter after that.” Damian says, and Marinette blushes furiously.

“I’m sorry, what happened?” Mr. Wayne asks, his vapid (and fake) smile replaced with a faux look of bewilderment. She briefly wondered if it was exhausting, putting on a constant act, until she remembered how tired she was throughout collège, before she started lycée and decided she didn’t really care. Yeah, acting constantly was tiring. But why did he do it? Jason nudges her lightly and she blinks, focusing back on the conversation.

“Oh, Jason and I sparred. He apparently had forgotten that I use my surroundings to my advantage and that Adrien is always on my side.” She explains, shooting Jason a smug smile. Jason huffs.

“Not always.” He says, and Marinette raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms and giving him a challenging look.

“Oh really? Name one time that Adrien took your side instead of mine.” She challenges. She grins as Jason starts to think, obviously wracking his brain.

“Earlier today!” Adrien pipes up, and she immediately turns to him, glaring.

“What?” She asks, confused. What had- oh. Of fucking course. “That doesn’t count!” She protests, narrowing her eyes.

“Why not?” Adrien asks, raising an eyebrow in a challenge. She scoffs.

“Because it wasn’t a fight or argument or anything. It was a joke.” She says.

“Are you talking about the adoption shit, cause that was definitely not a joke. All the kids B adopts definitely have trauma and certain features.” Jason cuts in, and Marinette sighs. Of course he would clue in.

“But- no. No. That was a fluke. A glitch in the matrix, obviously. You literally cannot name a singular other time. And technically, ya big jerk, you didn’t even name this time. Adrien did.” Marinette points out, glaring at Jason.

“I’m sorry, how long have you three known each other?” Mr. Wayne cuts in again, and this time- this time- she sees that some of the confusion on his face is real. But it looks odd, like he wasn’t used to expressing a real emotion. She really needed to remind herself to talk to Jason about this later. She didn’t necessarily want to make it a habit to stick billionaire fathers with asshole tendencies in jail, but she would. She’d do it for her boys. Any day of the week. She hums in thought, adding up the time. The anniversary of Gabriel’s defeat had been a few weeks ago, which meant-

“We’ve known Jason for just over a year.” She says, before glancing at Adrien and grinning. “But I’ve been stuck with this goof for four years.”

“You know you love me.” Adrien says with a wide grin. She rolls her eyes.

“How exactly did you meet Jason?” Mr. Wayne asks, and she kind of wants to throw her fork at him. What was it, interrogate the random kids at dinner night? Though, to be fair, they were random kids in his house. But she refused to like the man until she’d talked to Jason about the potential assholeish tendencies.

“He helped me learn some self defence after I got caught up in an akuma attack.” Marinette lies smoothly. Well, it was technically a half truth. But the Waynes didn’t need to know that she was always caught up in akuma attacks.

“Akuma?” Mr. Wayne asks, and Marinette glances at Jason with a frown. Had he not told his father about anything? Not even the basics?

“Wait, is that what the thing that flooded Paris is called?” Dick asks suddenly and Marinette nearly flinches from the memory. That was one of the akumas that still gave her nightmares. One of the ones that was burned in the back of her eyelids when all she wanted was to sleep. And not think about bloated corpses and dead classmates for one goddamn minute. She lets out a steadying breath, glancing at Jason whose face had changed from annoyance to concern. She resists the urge to roll her eyes. She could talk about akumas. It was the past. Sure, she had refused all of the therapy options her parents gave her and Adrien, but she didn’t need it. She was fine.

“Yeah. Technically, her akumatized name was Siren. But, the general term for those attacks was ‘akuma’.” She says, gripping her fork a little tighter than necessary, grounding herself with Tikki’s reassuring nudges from inside her purse.

“There were more?” Dick asks, his eyes wide. Marinette glances at Jason and raises an eyebrow. Why had he not said anything? He’d been there for an entire month of Hawkmoth’s reign. He’d seen dozens of akuma attacks. Jason shrugs. Thank Jay. Super helpful.

“When you get down to it, there were probably hundreds if not thousands more. Some people, like Siren, were turned into the same akuma several times. Some people became a different akuma when they were akumatized again. I think it just depended on the person or their issue.” Marinette explains, hating how dry her mouth felt all of a sudden. She could talk about this. She could. So why was everything a little too bright? Why was the sound of forks against plates a little too loud?

“Did the Justice League stop it?” Damian asks, though by his tone, he seems to already know the answer. Odd.

“No, the local heroes did. Ladybug and Chat Noir.” Marinette says, ignoring the constricting feeling in her chest.

“Why-” Mr. Wayne starts, but Jason clears his throat. Everyone glances at him, and Marinette is unsurprised to see the flicker of anger in his eyes. Especially after she glances at Adrien and sees how pale he’s gotten. She kicks him lightly under the table to get his attention, frowning at him in a silent question. He nods, slightly. She purses her lips, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But they could talk later. Away from eager ears.

“I’m sure you remember what Dick said about my phone call from when I first arrived in Paris. Marinette and Adrien dealt with attacks like that interrupting their day to day lives from thirteen to sixteen. I get that you’re not the best at knowing when to drop the damn topic, but I really think you should drop the damn topic.” Jason says, and though he’s smiling, Marinette can see the danger behind it. The warning. ‘Drop it, or I’ll make you’.

“My apologies, it was just so interesting.” Mr. Wayne says and this time Marinette winces at the falseness in his voice. And the smile on his face. God, this man could not have lasted a day in Hawkmoth’s Paris.

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Finally, finally, dinner was over. After the akuma talk ceased, it was extremely awkward. Mr. Wayne looked like he would rather be anywhere else. And Marinette couldn’t blame him, wanting nothing more than to get back to her hotel room and away from the constant lack of real emotion on the eldest Wayne’s face. It was tiresome, just watching him.

“Thanks again, for having us.” Marinette says, mostly directing her comment to Dick and Alfred. Alfred just nods.

“Of course! Come back any time. Really soon, actually, so we can work more on the trapeze. I can’t lose my new trapeze buddy.” Dick says with a wide smile. Marinette holds back a sigh, nodding instead. She liked Dick, she did. But she’d definitely have to make sure that Mr. Wayne wouldn’t be around. She still wasn’t sure what to think of him.

“You should also spar with me, some time.” Damian speaks up and Marinette blinks in surprise.

“Spar. With...you?” She says, tilting her head in confusion. That came out of nowhere.

“Yes. You took down Todd easily, and I am far superior. You would actually have a challenge if we sparred.” He says. She smirks, and suddenly, with a burst of confidence she didn’t know she had, says:

“Sure thing, Pretty boy.” Before turning and walking straight out the door. The second she’s outside, she drops her head into her hands. “I can’t believe I just said that.” She mumbles under her breath.

“Pretty boy?” Adrien says with a smirk, she glares at him and moves down the front steps.

“Fuck you.” She says, no real venom in her voice. The boy knew how she got around crushes. He’d seen it firsthand. With him. With Luka. With Kagami. With the girl with bright green eyes who worked at the coffee shop across the street from the bakery. She was an absolute disaster. He was worse, but still. He wasn’t the one with the quickly developing crush on the youngest Wayne.

“Pretty boy?” Jason asks, a scowl on his face as he catches up to the two.

“Not another word, Jason.” She scowls at him, crossing her arms defiantly. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“Sure.” He says. Her mind rushes suddenly to her previous thought. Youngest Wayne. Damian Wayne. Hadn’t Lila- she snorts, before erupting into uncontrollable laughter, ignoring the worried looks from Adrien.

“I- oh my god, Jay.” She manages to say, straightening up and following Jason to the car he was borrowing to drive them back to the hotel.

“I’m completely lost.” He says.

“Join the club.” Adrien adds, and Marinette just laughs again.

“Your little brother is Damian Wayne.” She says, as if it should be obvious. Jason doesn’t get it, and neither does Adrien. But after a moment-

“Oh my god, that’s hilarious!” Adrien cries, letting out a chuckle. Jason huffs as the trio get into the car.

“Care to share with the class?” He asks, and Marinette snorts.

“Absolutely not, I dislike the majority of those people.” She says, referring to the group who was hopefully already in their rooms and not in the lobby of the hotel. “Now it’s funny that your brother is Damian Wayne because Lila made us come to Gotham instead of New York and London, because she’s dating him.” She explains and Jason scoffs.

“Yeah right.”

“Obviously she’s not actually dating him, Jay. But it’s freaking hilarious that she thinks she’s gonna get away with it. He definitely goes to Gotham Academy, and people are definitely going to call her out.” She says, not even trying to hide the absolute glee she’s feeling. If there was ever a time for all of Lila’s lies to come crashing down around her, now would be good. When she can’t just run away and claim Marinette set it up. If people Marinette didn’t even know called Lila out, well, that would be irrefutable evidence, right?

“Her regime is gonna topple and I’m gonna take you guys out for ice cream to celebrate.” Jason declares and Marinette laughs again. She was so against the idea of Gotham originally, but now, with Jason at their sides again, she’d decided that it wasn’t so bad. Suddenly remembering what had been on her mind most of the night, she turns to Jason.

“Jay, I have a serious question. And I know it’s a little hard to talk about but just know that we’re here for you to support you, and that we’ll figure out a way to make sure you and your brothers are safe and-”

“Whoa, Pix, calm down kiddo. You’re rambling again.” He says gently, furrowing his eyebrows. He pulls the car over to the side of the road and turns to put his full attention on the two. “What’s bothering you?” He asks.

“Is Mr. Wayne abusive?” She asks and Jason blinks. “I saw how hesitant you were to call him your father, and you were tense around him a lot of the night. And I don’t think the man had one legitimate expression all night. He was acting the whole time.” Marinette says, looking at him worriedly. “Look, Jay, I don’t necessarily want to make a habit of putting billionaires in jail, but I’d do it for you.”

“Is he- you would-” Jason stops and lets out a breath, obviously trying to compose himself. “No, kiddo, he’s not.” He finally says. Marinette frowns.

“Really?” She asks, and he sighs.

“Yeah, look. Our relationship has been...rough, for a couple years. We had a sort of falling out when I was a teenager and I stopped talking to him for several years. We reconnected a while ago, but it’s still rocky at times. I don’t usually call him dad or father or anything. He’s just Bruce, or B, to me.” Jason explains and Marinette nods, letting out a small sigh of relief.

“I was worried, Jay.” She admits, and Jason grins at her before pulling away from the curb again.

“I didn’t even catch on.” Adrien says with a frown. Marinette rolls her eyes, smiling at him with fondness.

“Course you didn’t Kitty. Reading people isn’t really your strong suit.” She says with a small smile. He huffs, but nods in agreement.

“True.” He says and Marinette laughs. She could officially take Bruce Wayne off her ‘threat to be dealt with immediately’ list and move him to ‘possible future annoyance’ list. A big improvement for the man, and it would mean she wouldn’t be as tense around him the next time she saw him.

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#daminette #maribat #maribat fanfiction #ao3fic #platonic jasonette #maribat platonic adrienette #platonic maribat adrienette #damian x marinette #maribat damian wayne #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat adrien agreste #maribat jason todd #maribat dick grayson #This Side of Normal

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gubler-me-up · 4 years

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Old Friends, Old Habits (MGG Request)

Request: Can u write a cute smutty fic about mgg pls? Like seeing eachother for the first time in a while or something. Thanks! Love ya xx

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I know, I know, I said Thursday it would be published, but I was out and about my apologies. I stayed up until nearly 6 in the morning to get this out I’m actually so drained i’ll be in bed until 3 in the afternoon LOL that being said I hope it was worth the wait!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.1k

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“Y/N?”

You heard a familiar voice call out. You had been walking the streets of LA by yourself the whole day. You didn’t know anyone from there. You were only down there for a quick business trip. That voice though. The last time you heard that voice was a few years ago after seeing each other at a bar in New York. The rest was history.

You turned around and saw Matthew as he stood there in surprise. He looked delighted to see you after so long though. You two had become friends in university, but hadn’t seen much of each other after graduation besides that night at the bar.

“Well, isn’t it the superstar himself,” you said as you leaned in for a hug.

He grabbed you up in his arms and hugged you tight. His touch hadn’t changed in all these years. The last time he held you this close was in his hotel room as he gave you a hug and kiss goodbye in the morning.

He chuckled. “Superstar’s an overstatement. From the looks of it you’re doing big things since the last time we spoke.”

“Yeah, I finally moved from New York to Illinois and got a job at this company that pays me well enough now,” you said.

“See, I knew since NYU you’d do big things,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, you’re too modest for your own good sometimes, Matt. If your face isn’t in a magazine, it’s on T.V. or on the silver screen.”

He laughed as he continued to stare dangerously at you. You could tell he was reminiscing about the last time you two had bumped into each other. A friendly meet up with a few too many drinks which led the two of you to an intense make-out session in the back corner of the bar. A few more drinks after that led to Matthew ramming you from behind so hard in the washroom stall you thought your back was gonna break.

“Well, I’m not too much of a star to blow you off. How about I take you to dinner tonight? Only if you’re not too busy for me,” he said.

You giggled. “How could I ever be too busy for the Matthew Gray Gubler? That would be a crime if I ever saw one.”

“For someone who took business, you sure have a knack for the dramatics, Y/N. Maybe we can star side by side in a project one day.”

“I don’t know, I don’t feel like upstaging you like that.”

He laughed. “You can upstage me on any show as long as you don’t stand me up tonight. We can go to Bestia. I know how much you love Italian food.”

“Aw, you remember that? You’re too sweet.”

He smiled as he leaned in to hug you. You took that as a sign of him having to go. You were glad you could see him again later on. The innocent-seeming hug took a turn when you heard him whisper in your ear.

“I remember every inch of you.”

As you two split from the hug you could feel your heart race with excitement just by those few words he whispered. What made it even better was he had such a casual look on his face while you looked at him dangerously. The night portion of your chance meeting would definitely be an interesting one.

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Dinner had been going well for both of you. There was an extensive amount of catching up to do especially on your end. He wanted to know everything that had happened in your life in the past few years. You were more than happy to fill him in. Everything you shared with him you could tell he was proud of your accomplishments. You had to admit the both of you had come a long way since your university days.

He was still the same goof as you remembered him to be. Extremely hilarious and sweet wrapped in a perfect bow that was his physical form. You could still remember the feeling of his chest as you rubbed your hands up and down it the last time you encountered each other. Your mind couldn’t help rewinding that moment over and over again in your mind.

“Oh my God, do you hear that?” Matthew said.

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts. You were trying to figure out what he was talking about, but then you heard it. A big smile formed on your face.

“Is this Sublime playing?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s Doin’ Time. Remember in our freshman year of college we discovered Sublime and would just vibe to it?”

You laughed. “How could I forget? The easier days of procrastinating our homework and listening to music.”

“I wish we could still do that,” he said.

“Well, we kinda are. We’re putting off work to eat some pasta and vibe to Sublime,” you pointed out.

He smiled. “I guess that’s true. Doesn’t feel as good lazing around in your 30’s as it does at 18.”

“Nonsense, lazing around feels good at any age. If I could be laying in my bed every day with a margarita at my bedside I’d be content.”

“Make that two.”

You raised your eyebrow. “You’d be in the bed with me?”

“Of course. I’d be by your side more often if you were in LA.”

“Ugh, you know how much I hate LA.”

“I think I could change your mind about LA.”

“Oh? You sound so sure of yourself. I’d like to know how you’d make LA appealing.”

“Well, it’s beautiful.”

“Beauty? That’s all LA has? Beauty?”

“Well, yeah. I’m here, so it adds to the beauty of it all.”

You both burst out laughing. You had to admit he made a valid point. LA might not be your first choice to move to, but definitely a place you’d visit more often since Matthew made it worth it.

“Is there a second point?” You asked.

“Well, if you were down here we could do so many things together,” he said.

“Like?” You asked.

“Anything and everything.”

You placed your elbow on the table and placed your chin in your palm. You were interested in what he exactly meant by “anything and everything.” You decided it was the perfect time to see if you were the only one thinking about the last time you two meant. By his look early on in the day when you two bumped into each other you’d say he definitely still had it on his mind.

“What do you exactly mean by anything and everything?” You asked.

A smirk spread across his face. He licked his lips as he looked to his left before he looked back at you. You could see in his eyes he had something in mind. You looked over to where he looked and saw a hallway leading to the washrooms. At the end of the hall was the family washroom. It was confirmed, he in fact had thought about your hook up years ago.

“How about I show you?”

Before you could say another word he had gotten up from his seat and started to walk towards the washroom. You watched as he made his way to the washroom. He looked back at you before he entered and gestured you to come. You obeyed like a dog as you quickly walked towards him. He smiled as he opened the door for you. When he closed the door behind himself it was a matter of seconds before he grabbed your face and embraced you in a long, sensual kiss.

You broke away from the kiss and looked him in his lustful eyes. You smiled as your hands made their way to his belt buckle. He bit his lips before letting out a small laugh. He knew how eager your hands could get whenever he was near.

“Are you gonna show me why Illinois’s worth it?” He asked.

You giggled. “I’m gonna show you why I’m worth it.”

Without saying another word you dropped to your knees and pulled down his pants along with his underwear. As soon as you saw his dick you didn’t hesitate to put your mouth on it as you bobbed your head back and forth. He let out the most satisfied moan you’d ever heard from a guy. You were glad you still had power over him. You placed your hand on his dick and started moving it up and down his shaft.

“You’re too good, Y/N,” he said as he placed his hand on your head.

You moaned around his dick as you continued to bob your head on it. You forgot how exhausting it could be blowing him because he was a mouthful. The feeling of his dick in your mouth was worth it though. Every single inch of it.

He started to push your head for you so you let him take control. He pushed your head as close as possible to the shaft and held you there. You gagged as you looked up at him happily. He looked down at you happy you were enjoying yourself. He pulled your head off his dick and helped you off the ground.

“I wasn’t finished,” you said.

He leaned in and kissed you. “I’m supposed to be the one trying to convince you why you should come down to LA, remember?”

You laughed as you two embraced in another kiss. His kisses could be reason enough to move states. He didn’t even need to have sex to convince you, but you were glad it was leading to just that. He led you over to the mirror and stood behind you. He kissed down your neck as his hands found their way up your dress. You let out a desperate moan as you felt his hand rub your already soaked underwear.

“I didn’t know you were this excited,” he said.

“I’d be crazy not to be,” you said.

You then felt him move your underwear to the side and placed two fingers inside of you. You let out nonstop moans as he slowly moved in and out of you, watching you in the mirror as your face contorted in pleasure. In the mirror you saw him smiling to himself as he gave you a light bite on your neck. Those canine of his were a hot, dangerous force.

“You ready for the main reason you should be in LA?” He asked.

You smiled. “Been ready.”

You then felt his dick enter you. You instantly fell limp as the sensation overpowered any sense you had left. He made sure you felt every inch of his dick, so you knew what you were missing. Very devious of him, but he was doing a good job of convincing you.

“How’s that convincing you?” He whispered in your ear.

You moaned something incoherent and total gibberish as he continued to gently fuck you. He smiled at your answer though, satisfied you didn’t even have a straight answer for him any longer. He went back to kissing your neck as you continued to moan for him. You started to feel as if he wanted to fuck you slow, so he could save this moment in case he didn’t see you for another few years after this.

Soon you felt his hand rub your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back and your head fell back as you enjoyed the stimulation. His other hand was fondling your breast. He continued to run gentle kisses down your neck the whole time. This was the image of what heaven must be like. You could feel sweet butterflies running through you and knew it was time for you to meet your end.

“Matthew,” you moaned.

He just continued to do what he was already doing. You knew he knew you were about to cum. He wanted you to. His actions were almost demanding you to. So, you did. You let out a few breathy moans as your body seized as your orgasm ran through you. That’s when he started to pump his dick in you a bit faster. He moved his hand from your clit and placed it on your neglected breast. He soon came himself as he roughly grabbed your breasts as he did.

He pulled out, but didn’t move from his position behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your flushed expression in the mirror. You smiled at him as he stared at you with a smirk.

“So, LA doesn’t seem so bad after all. Maybe I’ll move down in a few years or so,” you joked.

He chuckled. “I’ll help you move. Just don’t make me wait forever again.”

“I’ll try my best, superstar.”

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fanficks-from-fictives · 3 years

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I stupidly posted it before I wanted to, so I had to delete it, but there was an ask asking for tododekubaku fluff- here ya go, Eddie! (I know it was you, ya goof)

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"I'm gonna draw a dick on his face."

"No, don't." Izuku held out a hand to stop Shoto from advancing towards the sleeping form of Katsuki. "Draw a vagina- he'll be so confused."

"You shouldn't draw any kind of gonads on your classmate when he sleeps!" Iida snatched the marker away, walking off mumbling about delinquents.

"He's right. We should just write a bunch of cuss words all over his face." Shoto produced a second marker, and uncapped it.

"Wrong again, we should write positive messages on his face. He hates giving compliments."

"Have I told you I love you recently?"

"You have, but a reminder wouldn't hurt."

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Half an hour later had Katsuki waking up from his nap, a little stiff from sleeping on the couch, but otherwise happy, though the glare set on his face didn't communicate that very well.

He trudged to the kitchen, getting way more pleasant looks and greetings than he normally did, which angered and confused him a bit.

Ejirio complimented him on his manly display of emotion, triggering more anger.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, shitty hair?!" Katsuki demanded, picking him up by the collar of his shirt, and raising a fist to punch him.

"Look in a mirror! Look in a mirror!" Ejirio squealed, holding this phone's camera up.

Katsuki snatched the phone, surveying his face.

Someone had drawn on his face in what appeared to be permanent marker.

On his forehead, in Shoto's handwriting, it said, 'I love my boyfriends,' one cheek in the same handwriting said, 'I'm a big ole softie,' with a heart below it, and on the other cheek, in Izuku's handwriting, it said, 'I'm a sub with a praise kink,' with a speech bubble pointing to his mouth and a little flower.

"Oh those bastards are in for it, now!" He threw Ejirio his phone back and ran to Izuku's room, knowing they would be hiding out there.

He burst through the door, murder in his eyes.

"I'M SO SORRY, KACCHAN, I COULDN'T CONTROL MYSELF!" Izuku squealed latching onto Shoto for dear life.

Katsuki shut and locked the door behind him.

"I'm a sub, huh, Deku?"

He approached the bed slowly.

"K-Kacchan-..." Izuku was cut off when Katsuki caught his chin, gently lifting his face to look him in the eyes. Izuku's face went red.

Katsuki brought his face only a centimeter from Izuku's, smirking.

He pecked him on the nose before retreating.

"Next time, just draw dicks. Is this permanent marker?"

"No, Iida took the permanent one." Shoto finally looked up from his homework.

"Fix the 'sub' part, and I'll wear this proudly for the rest of the day, classes and all."

Shoto got the marker out again.

Izuku was too busy being an embarrassed ball to fix it, so Shoto had to fix it.

In a great show of laziness, he just cleaned off the word 'sub,' and replaced it with 'dom,' so now Katsuki had 'I'm a dom with a praise kink,' oh his cheek, with most of it in Izuku's handwriting, but the word 'dom' was jarringly in Shoto's.

Satisfied, Katsuki gave Shoto head pats, then took a selfie, posting it to his social media, tagging Shoto and Izuku.

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van life

I wasn’t gonna post this because it’s just like an overload of unrealistic softness but now that we know that they’re selling the van I think now is the best time if I’m gonna do it lol.

Also I’m sorry I can’t make this shorter on your dash by putting a ‘keep reading’ break. Tumblr is shitty and permanently fucked on my desktop where it just won’t load the page once I’m logged in so I have to do everything through mobile🙄

warnings: fluff, smut, kinda unedited

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MJ sighs as warm morning sunlight kisses her skin through the passenger window of the tiny house van. She and Grayson had decided to have a beach day to themselves — the first one of summer — and she could’t be more excited. Nothing makes MJ Macias more content and at peace with her life than laying under the Pacific sun until her nose freckles and her skin takes on that healthy golden hue. Wrinkles are a risk she’s willing to take as long as she has a nice, long podcast, something to munch on, and, of course, a good view of her boyfriend in the surf.

That view of him rivals the one of the ocean in her opinion, which is just past his window as they cruise down the PCH on their way to Malibu. MJ wiggles her white-painted toes on the dashboard and smiles as she watches him sing along quietly (and off-key) to the Tame Impala song filling the cabin of the van. She loves his profile so much: the perfect slope of his nose; his full lips; the chunk of hair that swoops across his forehead.

She lifts their clasped hands from where they rest on her thigh with their fingers threaded together, and kisses the back of his wide palm.

“You’re so handsome, Bear,” MJ murmurs against his skin.

Grayson stops singing long enough to look over at her and smile brightly, his eyes hidden behind his black Louis Vuitton sunglasses. He pulls their hands towards himself so he can copy her kiss, only to her her own soft skin.

“My pretty Peach,” he returns with a squeeze to her palm, making MJ flush the color of her pet name. “Always so beautiful in the mornings.”

MJ hums and takes her turn returning their hands back to her lap, trailing her long nails up and down his muscular, veiny forearm. Apparently they’re equally as headass for each other today. “Just in the mornings?” she teases, tickling the sensitive patch of skin near the crook of his elbow.

She can’t see his eyes roll, but she imagines they do as his grin turns playful. “Of course not, but especially in the mornings. Your hair is in that cute braid and your skin is all silky soft and your eyes are extra green.” He takes his eyes off the road for a moment to appraise her looking exactly as he described. “And, you know, usually on the weekends you’d still be naked at this time. I like that part about mornings, too.”

“Oh, Lord,” she laughs with a shake of her head. “Grayson!”

She gasps his name and giggles harder as he completely catches her off guard by moving their hands right over his hardening cock. MJ squeezes him reflexively, and Grayson gives a little grunt as he shifts in his seat with a smirk.

“What?” he asks in mock defense, placing both hands back on the steering wheel. “I had to show you how much you affect me! I only have to think about you naked in our bed and it goes up.”

“That’s sweet,” MJ says, stroking his dick one more time before moving her hand further down his thigh, “but if you think I’m giving you road head in this car on this twisty road, you’re very mistaken.”

Grayson makes an obnoxious little whiny noise in defeat, pouting playfully and muttering dejectedly, “I knew we should have taken the Tesla.”

MJ raises an eyebrow. “Well, we wouldn’t have been able to bring your surfboard. Or be the first ones to christen the tiny house.”

“Oh, shit,” Gray says quietly, surprised. MJ smiles at the small victory of teasing him, her eyes diverting back to the beautiful scenery ahead of them as her mind wanders to all the things they can do in that makeshift bed.

“How about road hand, then, to start it off?”

She lets out a frustrated huff, his request interrupting her daydream. If there was ever a scenario where she didn't trust Grayson, it was one in which he was receiving any overt sexual pleasure whilst controlling a giant motor vehicle.

“Gray, I love you, but you’re pushing it.”

“Understood.”

***

It takes about half an hour for them to reach their destination, but MJ knows it was worth the drive as soon as they exit the car and she inhales the clean, salty air. They park at a little camping lot they had reserved a spot in for the day, the glittering ocean a mere few hundred feet away.

“Surf looks good,” MJ remarks, her hand shielding her eyes as she gazes out at the water. It always makes her a little nervous when Gray goes out in big swells, so the mild waves are a happy sight for her. “Nice and small; just how I like ‘em.”

Grayson looks out as well as he climbs on the roof of the van to retrieve the surfboard. “Funny, I happen to know for a fact you like ‘em long and wide,” he jokes. He just couldn’t help himself, apparently, his wide smile looking down at her from the top of the ladder a clear display of how proud of the stupid joke he is.

MJ watches the exposed muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple under his skin as he begins wrestling with the hooks and ties securing the board to the roof racks. The sight combined with his words and thoughts of what transpired earlier in the car makes her center pulse dangerously.

Needless to say, he’s successfully turned her on despite her best efforts.

“You’re insufferable, Dolan,” she says with a shake of her head. Her body feels heated from his innuendo and also the midmorning sun that is steadily raising the outside temperature. She pulls off the hoodie she had thrown on in the chilly early morning and steps into the back seat to haul out the cooler and beach bag.

“Yeah, but you love me,” his voice comes from right behind her. She turns around and yelps in surprise when she sees Grayson peeking his head upside down into the cab from the roof. He’s inches from her and is just dangling there like an overgrown monkey, which makes her fall back in the seat in a fit of giggles. He wags his brows at her playfully. “Ooh! Spider-Man kiss!”

MJ rolls her eyes good-naturedly and happily scoots over to clasp his cheeks in her hands, granting his wish by planting a sweet kiss to his lips. The scruff on his chin tickles her nose peculiarly, but she’s not mad at it. “Too much. I love you too much, you goof.”

Finally, with all their beach supplies in hand, they walk together towards the ocean. The private beach that they can access with their camp site is quiet and secluded. Best of all, it isn't clogged with tourists or people in general, which they both greatly prefer. Less people means they’re less likely to be bombarded by fangirls, or paparazzi, or any other unwanted distractions from what MJ hopes will be a perfect day.

As soon as the texture under her feet changes from firm concrete to sunken sand, MJ is stopping to remove her flip-flops so her toes can dig into the fine powder. This moment of first stepping on the beach is one of her favorite experiences, as minute and insignificant as it seems.

She looks up at Grayson, who glances back down at her questioningly. “Race ya,” she challenges suddenly, hauling ass to a perfect open spot on the wide expanse of beach. If there’s one thing she and her boyfriend have in common, it’s a highly competitive spirit.

“Cheater!” Grayson calls after her. He has the surfboard under one arm and the cooler slung over his shoulder, but everyone knows Grayson Dolan is the last person to turn down a competition. Which is why he does his best to catch up to her even with the obstacles in his arms holding him back.

The finish line is also only in MJ’s head, so she stops when she finds a spot she likes. She drops their bag and turns around with her arms raised like Rocky. Grayson isn’t very far behind her, being as in-shape as he is he’s reached her quickly, but he slows down earlier than he really needs to so he can take her in. Her breasts heave beneath a leopard print bikini top, loose hairs escape from her messy french braid, and her long legs glitter with the sand she had kicked up on her run.

She’s the most beautiful, dorky, amazing woman he’s ever seen and she is his.

MJ watches smugly as her boyfriend stalks over to her. “I wi—“

Grayson releases everything he’s carrying to the sand and grasps her face in both hands, pulling her in for a long, lingering kiss. MJ lets out a little squeak of surprise, but she melts into him half a second later. Nothing warms her soul more than his lips on hers, and she wraps her arms around his middle to bring them as close together as possible.

When he pulls back, Grayson stares at her with complete, obvious adoration. Ethan would have called him a simp if he were there, that’s how sappy his twin looks. Grayson can’t help himself, though; he is a simp for MJ, and, truthfully, he doesn’t give two shits who knows it as long as he makes her smile up at him like she is now, every day.

It’s why yesterday he had casually opened a new browser window, convincing himself he was just curiously window shopping on the ring section of Tiffany’s and the like… even after he got sucked into the customization tool on one website for nearly two hours.

Shaking his head and biting his lip through a grin, he traces the freckles on MJ’s cheek. “I want a rematch later.”

MJ squeezes him and smacks his ass playfully before releasing him and reaching into the bag for the big blanket. “You’re always such a sore loser,” she teases, unfolding the cloth and weighing it down with Grayson’s help. She digs through the bag again and hands him his wetsuit. “Go catch some waves. I have to catch up on this podcast by this really sexy guy and his twin brother.”

If there could be snapshots of the rest of the day, they would have been out of a picturesque rom-com. For a while, MJ rests on her tummy as she watches Grayson glide through the water, his deep voice simultaneously reverberating in her ears through her AirPods.

Eventually, when he’s done surfing — looking like a beach Adonis when he walks up the shore with the top half of his wetsuit folded down at his hips, surfboard under his arm and his wet abs glistening in the sun — he joins her on the blanket.

In the early afternoon MJ props herself up on her elbow, appraising his form with hungry, appreciative eyes as he tans on his back next to her. He has his hands pillowed behind his head, which causes his biceps to bulge and her thighs to clench. MJ is lost in him as she trails her finger over the features of his face — down his button nose, smoothing over his arched brows, across his rosy cheeks, against his pillowy lips. She smiles as he sighs contentedly and drops a peck to the tip of his nose before settling with her cheek on his chest. He smells like tanning oil and ocean and that clean, woody musk that MJ knows as him.

Later, they wade around in the sea between batches of sun bathing. At some points, he’s holding her waist-deep in the water with her legs wrapped around his middle and arms around his neck, lips connecting occasionally amidst easy conversation. Other times they have full-on water fights that have her squealing and him laughing as they splash each other back and forth.

It isn’t until the orange and pink hues of the sunset paint the sky that they’re brought back to the beach for good. Once they rinse off and have all of their things collected, they head back to the van.

MJ removes her bikini inside while Grayson reattaches the surfboard to the roof. She slips on her sweatshirt and a fresh pair of soft shorts just in time for him to carefully crack open the back door to make sure she’s decent.

Grayson smiles widely as he crawls in on the already made bed where she sits and is piling her damp hair into a messy bun. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, giving her a lingering kiss while her hands are still mid-twist in her long hair.

A pleasant warmth swoops through her belly at his compliment; it had taken her a while to get accustomed to not only how often Grayson rains sweet praises like that down on her, but how sincerely he means them, too.

She hums into his mouth right before he pulls away. “I left your shorts there, baby,” she says, gesturing behind her with her head. Gray thanks her and she starts to dig through the cooler as he tugs his swimsuit down his inked legs, following them back up with the clean shorts.

They eat dinner with the back doors wide open, a perfect view of the sun setting below the ocean’s horizon right in front of them. A pleasant breeze floats around them in the van, cool and refreshing from being picked up right off the water. MJ nuzzles her cheek on Grayson’s bare shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head as she chews her last bite of tofu.

“Thank you for such a perfect day,” MJ says a minute later, gazing up at him while he takes a sip of La Croix. “Seriously, I can’t remember the last time I felt so…carefree. Loved. In love. Not that you don’t make me feel those things every day, but… y’know. Today was just great.”

Her hand reaches to caress his stubbly cheek, a soft smile at the corner of her full lips. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Gray.”

Grayson looks down at her silently, but his eyes say everything his lips don’t. He tucks his can and their empty tupperware back into the cooler, tossing the bag into one of the back seats behind them so it’s out of the way.

He cups her cheeks in both hands, wasting no more time in bringing their mouths together. MJ sighs and shifts so she’s that much closer to him, just as his tongue prods gently at her pliant lips to coax them open.

They make out like that, slow and deep, with the soundtrack of crashing waves wafting through the open doors. Gray lies her down and supports the back of her head with his forearm, his free hand swooping up and down her side before settling in the dramatic dip of her waist as he pulls away just barely.

Eyes closed, their breaths come heavy and mingle sweetly in the minute space between them. Grayson suddenly lets out a little incredulous huff, shaking his head and diving back in blindly to suck softly on her bottom lip. MJ lets out a little moan and digs her nails gently down his bare back, her eyes fluttering open.

“What?” she asks with a little smile of her own, nuzzling her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss.

Grayson’s hazel orbs meet her green ones, and the hand resting on her waist comes to cup her face once again so he can stroke the new freckles that litter her high cheekbone.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he answers, chuckling at her shocked little gasp. He hurries to clarify himself. “One day, when we’re ready. You’re my world, MJ. Maybe it’s selfish, or self aggrandizing, but hearing you say that makes it so obvious to me that you’re the only person I’d ever want to spend the rest of my life with. Because I feel the same about you. I only ever want to make you feel that way; nothing makes me happier.”

MJ is stunned into silence. Grayson isn’t exactly the most eloquent person, so somehow she reasons that his perfect delivery of such meaningful words means they’re truly heartfelt. Not that she would have doubted him either way, but their relationship has suddenly shifted even deeper in the matter of one day. One simple, amazing day.

She feels the prickle of tears behind her eyes, and bites her lip through a watery smile as she raises her hand to run her fingers through the back of his hair. No matter how happy she is, her instinct for dealing with any emotions is to deflect with humor. “Can’t wait ’til I pop out a few of your babies. From the sounds of it, you’ll be worshipping the ground I walk on.”

That hits him right in the baby fever, his dick hardening even more behind his shorts at the thought of her belly swollen with his child. Joking or not, she’s absolutely right.

“Fuck,” he whispers, grinning as he ducks his head to nibble her favorite spot just behind her jaw and right under her ear. “How many of my babies? Hm?”

“Mmm,” she sighs, scratching lightly at his scalp, considering the question seriously. “Four little Dolan babies, I think. Three boys and a little girl.”

“Yeah,” Grayson agrees easily, making his way across her jaw with soft little suckles. “But make that three girls and a little boy, and you've got a deal.”

MJ giggles and grabs his face so they’re staring each other in the eye again. “No actual baby-making until there’s a ring on this finger.” She wiggles the digits of her left hand, which Grayson grabs and kisses the back of with a smirk. If only she knew just how close that moment might be. “But we can always practice in the meantime.”

Grayson nods and hitches her leg up his hip as he ducks down for a surprisingly chaste kiss considering her invitation a second before. As much as he wants her, he has a need deep in his chest just to be close to her for the moment. To feel her hold him and nuzzle into the warm crook of his neck, sucking gently on that freckle there to make his head swim like after a nice glass of wine.

MJ is just as happy with that arrangement, and she lets her body be still and her breaths tickle the sensitive skin at his collarbone. The ocean breeze billowing through the open doors of the van is cool and salty and comforting.

“It’s crazy,” Grayson whispers after a few peaceful minutes, his fingers starting to trail up and down her covered back slowly. MJ pulls back a little so she can see his face. He isn't looking at her, but rather out the open van doors at the last moments of the sun setting behind the water. “I remember feeling exactly this way the first day we met, only now it’s…more. You felt right then, so right it was scary. And here we are. How did I know that you were my person as soon as you let me walk you back to that tent?”

MJ smiles and her belly swoops. She thinks back to that night, how scared she had been and how instantly — well, as he said — right Grayson had felt the minute they crossed paths.

“I did kind of seduce you,” she chuckles, lifting her head to nibble at the underside of his chin and reveling in the sensation of his deep chuckle vibrating against her lips. “Maybe you’re just under my Black Widow spell. Have I never let it slip I’m only after your money?”

Grayson laughs louder, squeezing her to his body tighter. “Nope. But that’s the MJ I remember falling head over heels for in a matter of hours. Smart and witty and sweet and so fucking pretty with her green eyes and bright smile.”

MJ stares up at him with stars in those emerald eyes he adores so much. He is unreal to both see and hear; his skin has turned olive and his hair has the crisp of the ocean still in it, and the fact that he can still pinpoint the little things he liked about her from so long ago…

“Do you love me?” she asks quietly. It’s so ridiculously unnecessary to ask, he tells her multiple times a day, every day.

“So much, Peach,” he murmurs back predictably, finally swooping down to capture her lips like she wanted earlier, tongues meshing instantly.

He tastes so familiar and sweet. She wants to devour him slowly, intimately, like she has a thousand times before.

“Close the doors?” MJ gasps after the simple swipe of his thumb over her nipple through her sweatshirt makes her thighs tremble and her hips grind onto his half-hard erection. Something about the heartwarming intimacy of the day has translated to her body being physically sensitive beyond belief.

Grayson nods and sits up, reaching for the switch of the fairy lights MJ had hung up a few weeks ago before slamming the doors shut on the nighttime scenery.

While he does as she asked, she scoots up to rest her head on a pillow and watches his bare, chiseled torso glow in the dim, sensual lights. Right as he turns around he catches her struggling to free herself from her hoodie.

“Let me do it, Peach. I wanna do it,” he breathes, dipping down to kiss her soundly before tugging upward on the hem of the soft fabric. MJ drops her head to the pillow to break the seal of their lips, lifting her arms up so he can pull the garment over her head.

Grayson flings it to the front of the van and brings their mouths together so quickly, like he simply can’t be away from her lips for longer than a second. His hands reach up and cup the pliable mounds of her breasts, which are several shades lighter than the rest of her chest. Clearly, he could care less, and MJ sighs softly as he massages them firmly, his calloused palms creating delicious friction on her hypersensitive nipples.

“Still the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, too,” he smirks, making his way across her jaw. MJ smiles too, eyes closed in bliss as he kisses the familiar trail down her sternum. Predictably, his warm lips suction around the bud of her left breast, and she lets her mind wander through the pleasure to flash back on the first time he did this.

“We’re still kind of in a tent, too, y’know,” she gasps as he switches sides, letting out her first moan of the night when he scrapes his teeth against her. “Just…more bougie.”

Grayson hums, quickly getting lost in the feel of how soft her tits are and how much he loves the sensation of her hard nipples under his tongue. He drops his hips down so he can grind his full erection against her hot center, eliciting wanton gasps from both of them.

MJ groans again, the feminine sound literal music to his ears and the perfect reinforcement to keep going. She hooks her legs around his waist to hold his hips against her, thrusting up against him as he continues to bite and lick and suckle her breasts.

“Holy shit, Gray, right there… I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, grasping at his hair to hold him down where he was sucking perfectly on her breast, and continues to grind roughly on his dick. Sure enough, a few seconds later she’s shuddering with the most intense orgasm she’s ever had without manual stimulation. Even from Grayson.

Grayson himself can hardly believe it; they have a great sex life, but he can’t remember the last time he had gotten her off just through some intense dry humping.

He isn’t going to question it, though, because it only means one thing: she’s as voracious for him tonight as he is for her. He growls when she starts to come down and surprises her with his mouth planting roughly back on hers. MJ kisses him back lazily as her mind clears some, smiling and fluttering her eyes open to meet his dark gaze when she feels his middle finger replace his tongue in her mouth. She closes her swollen, pouty lips around the digit and sucks, holding onto his hand and maintaining complete eye contact with him when he moans softly. She pulls his hand out of her mouth and pushes it into her shorts.

“Fuck,” he rasps, collecting her slippery cum against his finger, swirling it against his thumb before trailing his middle finger up to her clit. He soaks in her expression as her eyes roll back at the first contact, his favorite reaction she has to his touch. “Fuck, MJ. So fucking wet for me.”

MJ nods quickly, opening her eyes again to watch him watch her. “Lemme taste,” she whimpers.

She pulls his hand back up and doesn’t wait for permission or leave him time to process her demand as she sucks the slick moisture straight off his finger, the taste of herself gracing her tongue causing her pussy to gush even more. When his brain finally catches up, he’s immediately ripping his hand away from her with a harsh groan and hooking it around the back of her neck to kiss her deeply. His tongue plunders her mouth as he searches for traces of that sweet, earthy tang he knows oh-so well. MJ’s hands distractedly push at the waistband of his shorts, desperate for the feel of his dick in her hands.

“Please, baby,” she whines against his lips when they break for air, using the moment of clarity to tug more determinedly at his shorts. “Need you.”

“Need me where?” he teases, backing up so she can’t reach him as he pulls her own shorts down her long, newly tanned legs. Once he flings the scrap of fabric to join her sweater, he ducks down and swipes his tongue quickly over each of her nipples. “Here?”

MJ groans and shakes her head, her brain not operating at enough capacity to tease back, it’s so clouded with desire for him. “Gray…”

Grayson smirks and grabs one of her hands that are coasting down his back and attempting to pull him down against her. He cups her petite palm against his pulsing erection, sighing a little when her fingers wrap around him through his shorts instinctively. He drops his hand and brings it to her pussy, his fingertips dancing delicately against her swollen lower lips. His head swims at how wet she is and how the solid feel of him seems to have brought her mind back to earth, because as soon as he lets go of her hand she delves past his waistband to grip him directly.

“My dick, baby, you need my dick?” he asks softly, his voice a little high and his breath pitchy as she strokes him steadily now.

MJ moans and her pussy throbs simply at his words. She nods hastily. “Need it in me,” she manages, meeting his heated gaze as she gives him a firm squeeze. “Love your dick.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, his touch leaving her as he helps her in getting him completely naked, kicking his shorts off when they reach his ankles.

He takes a moment to gather himself and to slow down, trying to get himself back in that intimate headspace they were so deep in earlier, so that this doesn’t turn into just a hot, hard fuck. They love that, and it’s kind of their bread and butter in the bedroom. But he wants to hold her close and savor her body, to pass that loving energy between them in the most special, physical way.

MJ’s chest heaves as she watches Grayson hover above her, staring at her, and she parts her legs to welcome him back into her space. He looks like a fucking Greek god in the low light, his hair curly from the saltwater and sweat, his skin golden and his muscles bulging. She can’t possibly want him any more than in that moment.

“C’mere,” she whispers, reaching her arms out and making grabby hands at him. She can’t allow another second to go by without the sensation of his smooth skin against hers.

Grayson smiles sweetly at her, eyes sultry as he lowers himself at her request and presses their bodies together from chests to centers. She cups his cheeks and scratches her fingers against his scruff as they kiss slowly, deeply, desire building intensely once again as they grind together at the middle.

“Please, Grayson,” she finally says again.

All thoughts of any more teasing are out the door as Grayson obliges her. He dips his fingers in her pussy, testing her readiness and using her sweet juices to coat his dick.

MJ spreads her legs up and out, bent at the knees, and she throws her head back with a gasp as he enters her in a short thrust; a little more on the second, until he bottoms out with the third.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers, her hands pushing on the firm globes of his ass.

Grayson obeys with a groan, drawing his hips in and out steadily. “Wanna fuck you slow,” he says in her ear, thrusting all the way in and all the way out. The warm clutch of her perfect pussy is so intense at that tempo that he shudders and his eyes roll back. “Slow and deep, Peach.”

“Yes,” MJ agrees, her breaths coming in fast despite the maintained speed of his dick. He’s working her up so good, and she leans forward to bite into the junction of his neck and shoulder out of habit to keep her sounds muffled.

“Yes, baby,” she squeals quietly when her minute adjustment shifts the angle just right for him to hit her spot over and over. Her nails claw at his back, scraping over the work of art that is both his rippling muscles and the picture of the lions inked into them. “Oh my God, keep fucking me like that.. like that…”

The air confined in the van is warm and thick. Sweat drips from the ends of his hair, his hot breaths fan over her forehead, and his chain dangles enticingly across her face as he stares down at her all blissed out beneath him. Nothing turns him on more than her words of encouragement, which are usually muted due to the fact that his omnipresent twin brother lives across the hall. But now that they’re alone, in nature — just like the night they met — all filters are off. It makes him even more determined to get her to cum so hard she forgets any of those sweet praises she’s mumbling other than his name.

It’s already so, so good, but as soon as he gets on his knees just enough to gain more leverage to thrust even harder into her, that knot in MJ’s stomach starts growing in a fantastically unfamiliar way. Her eyes roll back and Grayson reaches a huge hand up to support her head against his shoulder, sensing how perfect the angle is for her and wanting to help her maintain it. She’s getting tighter and wetter around him, so much so that he has to grit his teeth and hiss to avoid having to pull out and stop.

“MJ,” he moans into her ear, tugging on her lobe with his teeth, an unspoken warning that he’s close. He’ll hold on as long as he can, but he absolutely needs to get her there first.

In the back of her mind, she comprehends his cue. But she’s so focused on reaching the bursting point of that expanding ball behind her belly, she can’t help but selfishly draw every ounce of pleasure she can from him. She thinks she knows what’s going to happen, and it will be a first-time experience for both of them.

It’s only going to take a few more deep, hard thrusts, and she’ll be there. Almost there…

“Gray!” she squeaks, squeezing a hand between their bodies to push against his abs, just in time for him to pull out and her to gush all over him and the blankets serving as makeshift sheets beneath them. It’s an indescribable release that washes over her, her own loud, shaky squeals of pleasure distant noises in the back of her head. She can only see colors behind her closed eyelids, greens and blues and lavenders sparkling in her mind’s eye like a mystical fog.

Grayson can’t believe what he’s seeing. His shocked and aroused groan sounds obnoxiously loud and foreign in his own ears; the fact that he doesn’t bust his nut right there on the blanket next to hers is a miracle. Instinctively, he reaches his fingers down to help her through it by rubbing her clit, huffing out an incredulous laugh when her thighs clamp instantly around his hand and a little more of her juices come out, soaking his hand. His name tumbles repeatedly out of her lips, just like he was aiming for and unwittingly exceeding his own expectations.

He’s painfully hard as he leans over her again, kissing her through her mindless whimpers as she starts to slowly come-to, her damp thighs opening once again and allowing him to slip between them. Right where he belongs.

“MJ?” he whispers, stroking her brow softly and watching her face intently. “You okay?”

Eyes still closed and breasts heaving, MJ takes a second to respond, but she moans quietly and nods, puckering her lips in invitation for him to meet with his. He obliges, indulging her for a moment until he can’t wait anymore. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside,” she breathes at once, reaching down to grasp him and bring him to her dripping pussy. Grayson flinches at her sudden grip on him and the overwhelming wetness against the sensitive head of his dick. “Come on, Bear. Want you to cum hard inside me.”

With a groan, he slides back inside her, and a few hard, sloppy thrusts later, he’s shooting deep in her pussy. He’s never cum so hard in his life, and he whines into her mouth with the timing of his spurts. She hums contentedly, obsessed with that feeling of warmth that comes with, well, his cum.

“So good,” he murmurs when he’s finally done, pulling out of her slowly. He grabs a spare towel and cleans up the liquid white that follows him dripping from her center. “That was incredible, MJ. You’re incredible.”

MJ shakes her head in agreement, clapping a hand to her forehead and giggling softly, her knees bent and swaying side to side. “I thought we had done everything to try to get that to happen. Turns out we just had to go back to the beginning.”

Grayson lies down next to her, turning her head with a gentle hand on her cheek so he can press their lips together. “I love you,” he says simply. “My pretty Peach.”

MJ grabs a blanket and tosses it over the both of them, brushing her nose against his once they’re cuddled together. “And I love my Gray Bear. Mine.”

“Yours,” he whispers in affirmation, tucking her head into the crook of his neck until they’re both lulled to sleep in their cozy little bougie tent.

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impala-dreamer · 4 years

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Yes, Professor

~ When Mr. Collins asks you to hang back after lecture one day, you know you're in big trouble...~

Misha x Reader

1,730 Words

Warnings: Teacher/Student Play, Masturbation, Oral, Intercourse. Smluff.

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“Ms. Y/L/N, hang back please.”

You dropped your bag as he spoke, startled by the deep voice booming from the front of the classroom.

The gallery was already empty as it had taken a few minutes for you to collect your things. Pencils rolled far when you weren’t paying attention and as always in his lectures, your mind was stuck in places other than writing implement locations.

Your hands were shaking as you zipped your bag and slung it over your shoulder. You had done OK on the last paper, not great, but why was he singling you out? Had you done something to catch his eye? Were you flunking out? The questions churned in your stomach as you descended the short but steep carpeted stairs to the front of the room, leaving a sea of empty desks behind.

He didn’t look up as you approached his desk, eyes down and racing over his notebook. A silver pen was balanced between his fingers, dancing as the long digits moved slowly back and forth. The glinting metal caught your eye and you watched it magically wave through space.

You cleared your throat.

He didn’t look up.

It was getting late.

“Mr. Collins?”

He licked his lips slowly and finally lifted his chin. “Thank you for staying,” he said with a gentle smile that did nothing to calm your nerves. If anything, it made them worse. His lips were huge and pink, outlined by a heavy scruff over his lip and around; his blue eyes shone like sapphires in the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Even his stupid bowtie was sexy in some strange way, and you held your breath, waiting for him to explain your staying late.

Slowly, he sat back in his seat, pushing away from the desk a bit as he set his pen down in the crease of his notebook. His eyes narrowed as they took you in, staring at you just as he had his notes.

“How do you think you’re doing in my class, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked out of nowhere, once again jarring you back to reality.

“Uh…” You stumbled to answer, wanting to impress him, to sound smart, but tripping over your own tongue. “Good?”

Mr. Collins nodded patiently, his lips pushing out into a pout.

“You don’t seem to agree,” you cringed, watching his shoulders tense as he looked you over.

“Honestly?” He sighed and sat forward, folding his hands on the desk. “Good isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Great?” you suggested with a little laugh.

He shook his head. “You’re failing, Ms. Y/L/N,” he said firmly. “You’ve been missing assignments and you were late for more than one lecture. I really don’t feel as if you want to be in this class.”

None of it came as a shock to you; you’d been playing it rather loose with your academics this semester, but failing? There was no way you could fail his class and keep your scholarship. Regret and fear churned in your stomach.

“Please, Mr. Collins,” you said quickly, trying not to sound too pathetic, but still garner some mercy. “Things have been a little crazy at work and my roommate moved out, is there anything I can do to make up some points? I cannot fail this course.”

His jaw twitched as he thought over your plea and after a beat, pink lips curled into a slick smile. “We might be able to work something out. Some...extra credit.”

Your hope soared. “Yes, Professor. Thank you. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything is a dangerous promise, Ms. Y/L/N.” There was a hint of a smirk on his lips and a dash of danger in his eyes.

“I don’t mind dangerous,” you shot back, matching his suggestive tone and running your hand down the strap of your bag slowly.

He turned his face towards the door, then his eyes back up at you. “I bet you don’t.” He waited, unblinking, watching the color rush to your face, the black of your eyes grow.

“Never have, really,” you told him, letting your bag slide off your side and onto the floor. “Danger makes things...exciting, don’t you agree?” Biting your lip, you ran your index fingers across your neckline and downwards, tracing the line of your breasts over your tank top.

“I do.” He sat back again, turning his entire body to you, giving you his undivided attention. “The door is unlocked...there are security cameras...my next class is in twenty minutes.” He paused to watch as your fingers plucked at the hem of your shirt. “Just how excited does that make you?”

The button on your jeans popped easily and you slipped a hand inside them, rubbing it gently across your panties. “Very.”

His eyes were wide as you continued rubbing, shivering as you pulled your panties aside to slide a finger into your wetness.

“It would appear so,” he observed, biting his lip as your face twisted with lust. “Very much.”

You nodded absently and tossed your head back as your body started to tense. “V-very.”

“Ten points towards your final if you can cum in the next thirty seconds.”

Your eyes popped open at his offer, staring down at him as if he were insane. There was no way you could… you could…

He licked his lips slowly, drawing your eyes down to his beautiful mouth. Your hand kept pumping as his tongue swirled around the tips of his teeth, and without realizing it, you reached that sweet spot, your legs lifting up onto your toes, your bottom lip tugged tight between your teeth.

You held your breath.

He whispered your name.

Your cunt clenched down around your fingers and the damn broke.

It was quick and sweet; a little surge of pleasure that flowed through every vein, lifting your mood and clouding your brain. Your clit was throbbing hard as you pulled your hand from your jeans and sucked two fingers between your lips, cleaning them off.

“That was lovely,” Mr. Collins praised. He picked up his pen and jotted something down quickly, paying no attention as you rushed around the side of his desk to his side. “Still need to make up at least thirty points to pass…”

You dropped to your knees and placed your hands on his thighs, spinning his chair towards you. “Perhaps, I can find a few more points...here?” His pants were tight and his zipper gave a little trouble, but you managed.

“I think you might,” he agreed, lifting his hips as you tugged his slacks down. “But, let’s see how you perform first before we promise anything.”

“Oral exams are my specialty,” you smirked, running your palms firmly up his inner thighs.

His cock twitched and your mouth watered. He was big; thick and long laying on his left leg.

He sank back in the chair, stretching out, the tails of his pale pink shirt bright against his hips and ass. “You may begin.”

The taste of him was sublime. Salty and tangy, but fresh. You swallowed around his dick again and again, taking him deeper than you’d ever taken anyone else. The floor crushed into your knees and your jaw began to ache, but you persisted, unwilling to give up the grade or his delicious cock.

The noises he made were incredible. Tiny moans that lingered in the back of his throat, growing louder the harder you sucked. When you cradled his balls, he whimpered as his stomach tensed and you smiled around him, loving the complete abandon of this powerful professor.

His fingers dug into the leather of chair’s arms and he hissed as your teeth scraped at his sensitive flesh.

“That’s…enough, Ms. Y/L/N…”

He sat up as you did, letting his cock drop from your lips with a wet pop. You looked up innocently, wiping a line of drool from your chin, wondering what you’d done wrong.

“Was that...OK?” You batted your lashes and he laughed.

“Oh, that was more than OK,” he said, standing up before you and reaching for your hand. “I just don’t want to ruin that pretty face.”

You stood, hand in his, and he spun you around, pushing you face-down onto the desk. Your breasts smashed against his notebook, palms flat, ass high as he yanked your jeans down.

“I’d rather paint this sweet, young pussy.”

You gasped as his hand slid between your legs, caressing you, clit to ass. He rubbed until your shoulders relaxed, watching as your eyes fell closed as desire flooded your system.

“There’s a good girl,” he teased, moving to stand behind you. “I think this might put you over the failing mark…”

Rough fingers gripped your hips, pulling you back as his cock nudged at your cunt.

“Yes, Mr. Collins, please…”

He rocked forward, warming his erection against your pussy. “Please, what, my dear?”

Your clit throbbed as his head crashed against it. “Please fuck me, Mr. Collins. Please!”

He hummed happily as he pushed inside. “Very well.”

It was strange, the echo of your voices in the big room. The empty gallery gave witness as he fucked you hard and fast against his desk; papers scattering, pencils rolling.

He collapsed over you when it was done, pressing his firm chest into your back and kissing your neck again and again. His breath was hot and staggered as he suckled on your ear.

“I think you pass,” he said with a laugh, finally lifting up.

Pushing up on your arms, your lower back screamed as you shot back. “Oh, ya think?”

“Hey, don’t get snippy with me, Missy.”

You spun and glared. “You got your professor fantasy, Misha...now let’s go before someone actually comes in here.”

He laughed fully, head knocking backward as you pulled your jeans up. “No one’s coming in,” he assured you, moving forward to wrap you in his arms. “They’re not filming in here until Thursday.”

“Baby?” you cooed, sliding your hands upwards to cup his stubbled cheeks. “It is Thursday.”

His smile faded quickly and his eyes flashed, wide and worried. “Shit. Let’s get out of here.”

A quick kiss and then he was gone, backing up to pull up his slacks and grab his stuff.

You sighed happily as he scurried, shaking your head at the goof. “Yes, Professor…”

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theriverpersonshadow · 3 years

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Lamia Drama Part 8

WELL THAT GOT LONGER THAN I INTENDED. But I guess that’s what happens when you have a majority of the people in one place XD

I hope this chapter went well... It felt kinda rambly, but it was fun seeing people play off each other. It was hard to get the same level of depth with characters as previous chapters with so many, but hey, interactions are fun too! Hope you guys enjoy.

As always, the species of lamia in this fic belong to @vex-bittys

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Keith and the rest found Alex pretty easily. And a few other lamia that were either allowed free roam or had just slipped out. She didn’t seem to notice the onlookers, more caught up in petting Oozy… who wasn’t technically in his hammock. Maybe it’s best he didn’t make that bet with Hux earlier. Sure, Oozy’s close to the hammock, but Hux would absolutely rules lawyer him and demand snacks because he’s not in the hammock. Hux was a rule stickler… when and only when it helped him in some way. Eh, Keith could roll with it though (even if his dice sometimes couldn’t, but that’s what a DM screen is for).

Keith was hesitant to break up the cute moment between the two – Oozy was apparently having the time of his life, and Alex seemed pretty wrapped up in it herself, humming some tune or another while stroking him. Keith listened, trying to place it, but…

She was repeating it, huh? Was that the only part of the song she knew? Then again, it seemed like the good part, whatever it was. Easy enough to pick up too. Keith started humming along.

Hux rolled his eyes, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “great, two of them” and slithered over, “Yo. Girl person. Ya coming or what?”

Alex looked up, “I mean, yeah, I think? Coming where?”

“nooooooooo…” Oozy said, taking her hand and putting it back on his head. “Sorry guys. I’m stealing her. She’s my personal petter now. That’s the rules.”

“Since when?!” Hux said.

Oozy looked a moment, then licked her hand. “I licked her, she’s mine.”

Keith stared at him in shock, not sure whether to laugh or slap him. “Dude.”

Nikolai gave a heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “Don’t lick party members. Or people in general.”

“How does that work anyways? You’re a skeleton,” Alex said.

“Maaaagic,” Keith said, wiggling his fingers in emphasis. “In other words, uh… Monster biology is weird. Or half monster biology. Whatever the fuck we are.”

Nikolai nodded, “More or less, yes. I can explain it in more detail later, if you’d prefer.” He started coming forward and Alex inched away. Keith hissed before he could catch himself, but Nikolai didn’t seem offended. Instead, he lowered himself in a bow, “And I’d like to apologize for how I acted earlier… I’ll admit I, erm… Overreacted. But we’ve had issues in the past of people coming in to steal babies or eggs, one of the fools tried to snag a mamba egg and got himself killed. I just get a bit jumpy about strangers around them.”

Alex nodded, relaxing a little, but still staring off at a clock instead of Nikolai. Her hand continued to run across Oozy as she said, “I get it. They’re just little dudes, too freaking small. And some are venomous. Not like you knew me.”

“Still, I should’ve given you more of a chance or at least asked you politely to leave before turning to threat displays,” Nikolai said.

“Eh… It was my fault,” Keith said. “I should’ve warned ya I was bringing someone in. Anyways, let’s try this again. Alex, this is Nikolai. He could probably fuck you up, but he’s everyone’s mom.”

Nikolai made no move to deny it.

“Hux here is the grumpy snake. He’ll warm up to ya.”

“No I won’t.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “He’s just a grump.”

Hux mumbled to himself.

“I think you’ve met Oozy pretty well by now.”

“Sup,” Oozy said, making absolutely zero movement.

“And, erm… Nikolai, you’ve got Trousle, right.”

“Hello human! I’m Trousle! Please let me say hi.” Said Trousle’s little speaker. He was poking out from Nikolai’s sleeve, apparently wrapped around his arm.

“He’s mute, but he’s pretty fast at typing. Got his own phone and everything,” Keith said, watching this girl intently. Apparent soulmate or not, if she was dick about Trousle, she was out of here. She might’ve earned Oozy’s enthusiastic (well… enthusiastic by his standards, dude looked like a kid in a candy store, but the world’s laziest kid) approval, but he wasn’t going to let an asshole mess with the little dude. Hux would warm up, that was more him being a bit of an ass than her, but he’d get over it… probably.

“Oh that’s cool! Do you have a phone number? Honestly I think my fingers work better than my mouth sometimes, but I guess talking out loud doesn’t really have a backspace key? But yeah! C’mere… Wait, I can hold him, right? Snakes are just, like, noodle puppies.” She paused, looking at everyone in the room. “I’d offer to hold you guys, but I am literally the second smallest person in here. I mean, guess we can try, but I don’t think it’ll go well?”

Keith snorted. Gosh, she was something, huh? A little awkward, but who wouldn’t be super awkward in this situation?

Nikolai brought Trousle over and she draped him around her neck. He nuzzled her cheek, giving her little scratches behind the ear.

… should someone tell him that she’s not a dog?

…

Naaaaaaaaaah. She didn’t seem to mind anyways,

Hux made a fake-gagging gesture at the two and Keith rolled his eyes, whispering at them, “Oh let’em have this. It’s cute.”

“I’m getting diabetes. Like, right now. They’re just beaming diabetes across the room.”

“Be nice,” Nikolai said, “It’s not going to kill you to have to actually smile at a human once in a while.”

“Yes it will. It’s, like, a terminal thing. If I smile at a human, I will instantly turn to dust.”

No such condition had ever existed and likely never would.

Keith’s first instinct was to back up Nikolai, but it was almost an in-joke that he’d at least try to defend Hux no matter how clearly in the wrong the guy was. Admittedly, it was as often as not either due to boredom or just feeling bad for the guy…

It’s not like Hux didn’t have a point – a point that he had iterated in frustrated, sometimes tear-filled tirades at least a few dozen times. He didn’t want to be treated like a pet, he’s allowed to not want to be a pet. Sure, not every adopter is like that. Some might’ve been looking for pets, yeah, but just as many want a kid or a friend, especially with full sized lamia. It could be more or less just like adopting any other monster, save for needing a good deal more raw meat. But Hux didn’t see it that way… Not that Keith ever blamed him. There wasn’t a huge market for full-sized Corals, their reputation as being stubborn, a bit lazy, and tsundere as hell was cute in something you could pick up and snuggle as it chirped indignantly and secretly enjoyed it – like an extra intelligent, reptilian cat – but less so when it was just as big as you and probably stronger. Everyone wanted a housecat, no one wanted a mountain lion. Or those that did need something to growl and hiss would probably pick Kings or Mambas.

Nikolai gave a long-suffering sigh, “You will not turn to dust if you’re forced to be nice every now and then.”

“Yeah I will. It’ll, like, strangle my soul or some shit. Keith, back me up here. Tell ‘im.”

Nikolai had the distinct impression of a haggard mom trying to reason with an unruly kid. He just looked so done. Dude could handle customers, angry mamba moms, being a jungle gym for babies, and training employees who may or may not have believed he knew he what he was doing, but Hux was his breaking point.

Keith stifled a chuckle, stuffing his hands in his pockets as his mind worked over what to do… He didn’t want to just abandon Hux – Nikolai would know it was just him being a loyal bro – but Alex wouldn’t. She might not’ve been looking at them, but he caught the way she kept glancing over…

“Welp, ya heard him. He’s sick. I prescribe ten CC’s of coffee with extra sugar and bribery with shiny objects.”

Hux’s head popped up, body at attention. “I’m listening… How many shiny objects are we talking.”

“… we’re not bribing him.”

“I’ve got extra dice?” Alex said hesitantly. Trousle was looking at her in concern, patting her face. She said, “I mean, I kinda like having all my dice, but I guess I don’t need seven sets… I’m keeping the black ones though, they’re good for fight scenes. And the orange ones, they were my first set ever and are not for sale. Also, the green and purple ones are just a fae vibe, I’m keeping them. They’re just average, but I like them.” Pause. “And the lesbian dice are mine. They won’t like you anyways, you’re a boy.”

All of them nodded understandingly. You could only play DnD so long and not get irrationally attached to the colorful little click clack rocks of fate.

“That counts as one shiny object,” Hux said.

“There are seven in each set!” Pause. “Well, more or less. I’ve lost some over the years.”

“You’ve got a point… More dice for the dice dragon! Mwahahahah!” Hux said, hamming it up.

Keith’s mouth twitched into a grin as he shook his head at the goof. How was he this cute? Just… goober. His friend is a total goof sometimes.

“Can I try the lesbian dice?” Trousle asked, holding himself at an awkward position to type.

“I… I guess? Just give them back after…” Alex said. She ran a finger across Trousle’s head, smiling as he let out little breathy attempts to “Nyeh.”

“Why are they lesbians anyways? Do they only work for girls?” Nikolai said.

“Here, lemme show you.” She unzipped one of the pouches on her bag and brought out a baggy full of dice that were lesbian flag colored. “My friend got them for me for Christmas.”

“That’s amazing. I want twelve,” Keith said.

“You’re not a lesbian… or a girl! I think… I mean, if there’s something you want to tell us, that’s fine, but I was under the impression you weren’t even interested in relationships,” Nikolai said.

“Maybe I could get, like… Dice that are for people who are just no.”

“Ace and aro. Probably,” Alex said.

“Oh cool. Words for it. Nice!”

“Give me words for friends with everyone! I want a flag too!”

“I… I don’t know if there’s a flag for that? Maybe we could put a dog on a flag? It’d be hard to make dice with dogs on them though,” Alex said.

“Ya could put a little dog face on every side and interpret the roll based on how much they’re a Good Boy,” Keith said.

“That would only roll Nat 20’s,” Alex said, deadpan.

“… good point. It could be the luckiest dice,” Keith said, grinning.

“I AM THE GOODEST BOY. Give me dog dice.” Trousle said, tucking the phone away to throw his little fists in the air, a gleam in his eye as he sat on Alex’s head.

Keith laughed. “Oh my gosh. I mean, that sounds adorable, but, uh… I think that miiiiight be a little too game breaking, even for me.”

“Give me dog dice.” He slithered back down to around Alex’s neck, holding himself out towards Keith the best he could and giving some mix between a glare and a pout.

“Trousle no.”

“Trousle YES,” Alex said.

Troulse nodded enthusiastically, bouncing in place so hard that he fell off and Alex yelped as she caught him.

“Are you alright?!”

Trousle gave a thumbs up, coiling around her arm.

Oozy had apparently fallen asleep on the floor, so Hux poked him with a stick, making Oozy whine. “Soooooo… Are we gonna get Glitterass, or are we just shadow banning him from this? I mean, I wouldn’t say no if we are…”

“We should probably go get him, yeah,” Keith said. “Ya ready Alex? Liam’s a mamba, and one of his eyes don’t work. Try to stay on his good side, literally. Metaphorically too if you want, but he doesn’t like having people where he can’t see or hear them well.” Not that anyone would like that, just courtesy really, but maybe not something you’d think of immediately.

Alex nodded, “Alright, let’s go!”

#Lamia Drama #Lamia Drama Part 8 #Keith #Hux #Nikolai #Oozy #Trousle #Keith the Chain #Hux the Coral #Nikolai the King #Oozy the Corny #Trousle the Papython #Bittybones #Lamia Bitties #Vex-Bitties #Longass chapter #I meant to have liam here too but guess not #Kinda rambly

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Take it Slow - Part Twenty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: TW - mention of past abuse. Smut as well.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You didn’t get to see Harry Thursday night. He had a lot of free lancing stuff going on. You didn’t mind at first. You took the opportunity to have a good gym session. You minded when you came home to an empty apartment. You heated up some leftovers from the night before and plopped down on the couch. You wanted to tell him you didn’t care how late he would be, to just still come over. But you knew he probably needed his large monitor and home work station tonight to get his work done.

After you took a shower and got settled into bed, you got a phone call from him, making you smile instantly.

“You’re awake?”

“Just got into bed, babe.”

“Missed ya today.” He yawns. “Sorry, long day.”

“Missed you too.” You giggle. “What are you doing now?”

“Workin’ at home. Figured I’d call ya to wish ya sweet dreams.”

“I wish you were here…sorry, I don’t want to make you feel you bad.”

“I wish I was there too.”

“Wanna stay at your place tomorrow? I can come over there after work.”

“Yeah, that would be great actually. So, how was your day?”

“It was good, other than being crazy tired…you, uh, really did a number on me last night.”

“Sorry.” He says chuckling. “Got a little carried away, didn’t I?”

“Maybe a little, although, it did feel amazing.” The thought of last night sends a surge through your body. Even though you were still a little sore, you really wouldn’t mind if Harry was there right now to do it all over again.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

“What are you working on now?”

“Just touching some photos up, wanna get these to the people within the next couple of days. Just about done though.”

“Oh, good.” You clear your throat. You loved the way Harry’s voice sounded over the phone. You got the full effect of how deep it was.

“Babe?”

“Hm? Sorry, I was just enjoying listening to you talk.”

“You’re cute.”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“If you were here…what do you think we’d be doing?”

Harry saved what he was working on, and turned from his desk. Was this going where he thought it was going?

“Would we be cuddled up close?” You ask, trying to get some response.

“I’d be holding you close to me, yeah.”

“You’re big spoon?”

“Yup, pressed nice against your ass.” You giggle.

“You like when I adjust against you, huh? Can I tell you a secret? Sometimes I do it on purpose.”

“I knew it, you like riling me up.”

“I just really like the way it feels when you get hard, and you press closer.” Harry’s palms were starting to sweat. He couldn’t remember the last time he had phone sex with someone, and he couldn’t believe it was actually going to happen with you.

“Do you like the way it feels when my hand reaches around, and goes between your legs.” A huge smile goes on your face.

“Mhm, and then when your thumb presses against me.”

“Tell me where it presses against you.”

“My clit.”

“That’s right. And then I would rub circles around it with my thumb, while my fingers start to slip inside you.” You let out a soft groan.

“God, I wish you were here.”

“Close your eyes, and pretend your hand is mine.”

“You’ll do the same?”

“Yes.”

Harry undoes his jeans, and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, keeping it one of his hands. You adjust onto your back, and dip your hand below your shorts. You feel your own wetness.

“All set?” He asks.

“Mhm. I’m really wet Harry.” He smirks.

“Good, now take your fingers and slowly slide them in.” You do as he says, and make small noise to let him know. “Curl them up like how I do, make a come here motion.” You let out a groan.

“Y, you’re touching yourself too?”

“Yes, got m’cock gripped.”

“W, wish my lips were wrapped around you.”

“Me too, angel. You bringin’ your fingers in and out?”

“Yes, don’t feel as full though.” Harry’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Jesus.” He groans. If you only knew just how full he could make you. “Okay, how many fingers are you using.”

“Two.”

“Slip in a third baby.” You moan out. “Feel a little fuller?”

“Only a little. Your fingers can go much deeper than mine.” Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You would talk dirty, but never like this. He loved it.

“Are you laying on your back?”

“Yes.”

“Flip onto your stomach, you can get in deeper that way.”

You want to ask how he knows all of this, but instead you just do as he says. He imagines you laying on your stomach, and instead of your fingers, he imagines his dick slipping in from behind. He groans through his teeth, thinking about how tight and good you’d feel. All you can hear is his harsh breath coming through the phone. You start to rub your clit faster, just like he would.

“Harry.” You moan.

“Are you close, love?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Rub yourself faster.”

He imagines pumping in and out of you so fast and hard that the only sound filling the room was your ass clapping back against him.

“Ah, Harry, I’m gonna, fucckkkk.” You breathe heavily as you come down from your high. You hear Harry moan your name out. “Did, did you come baby?” You hear him giggle.

“Yes, once sec.”

Harry gets up to clean himself off, and throws a pair of sweat pants on.

“How was that?”

“Not the same without you, but it’ll do until tomorrow.” You say, flipping back onto your back. You start to giggle. “I’m really glad you called to wish me sweet dreams.”

“Me too. Well, I’ll let you get to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you, goodnight.”

“Love you too, angel.”

Harry went to sleep a happy man. You couldn’t get enough of him the way he couldn’t get enough of you.

You get up for work feeling much more refreshed, and you’re able to walk like a normal person again. You pack some extra clothes to bring to Harry’s before you leave for work. You decide on a dark pair of jeans, your ponytail and a cardigan for work. You left yourself plenty of time to do your makeup.

Your coffee was waiting for you on your desk when you got there. You were always so amazed at how early Niall was able to get to work. He was always at least thirty minutes ahead of you. Little did you know, down the hall in his office, Niall was having a chat with Matt, who works early on Fridays.

“Matt, to be blunt, I’d to talk with you about (y/n).”

“Oh, um, alright.”

“How are things going with her? You’ve been working with her more this week than usual.”

“Things are great, she’s taught me a lot. She’s super smart. Am I in trouble for something?”

“No.” He sighs. “But you just need to make sure you’re acting appropriately. I know you’re still in school, but this is a great opportunity to learn how to act in a professional environment.”

“Did she say something to you?”

“What’s there to say?”

“So, you two are allowed to goof off and joke around, but because I’m an intern I can’t?”

“First of all, there are some days where I don’t see her at all until lunch or even until the end of the day. It’s all about balance. You have to find the fun times during the day. Also, if we’re goofin’ together, I’m not flirtin’.”

“Flirting? Did she say-“

“Look, it doesn’t matter. I’m just sayin’, make sure you’re havin’ fun the right way, and remember that she’s technically one of your supervisors. I know she’s a very sweet, and kind person…but you’re still in school and…you just need to know how to act, okay? I really don’t want to have one of these conversation again, alright?”

“Alright…I’m sorry if it seems like I did anything wrong, it wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s okay. Just remember she’s not your best friend, you work for her. You can be friendly, but-“

“I get it. Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Matt gets up and leaves Niall’s office. You pass him while holding your computer.

“Hi Matt.” You smile at him. He looks at you nervously. “We’ll be in the conference room today, I wanted to look at everything on the TV. I’ll be there in a few minutes, just need to check in with Niall.”

“Of course you do.” He says under his breath.

“Pardon?”

“I said of course.” He smiles. You go into Niall’s office.

“You free in about thirty minutes? We’re setting everything up in the conference room, want you to see the final product.”

“Yeah, I can do that, let me block my calendar. I had a chat with Matt.” You step further and close the door a little.

“How’d it go?”

“He seemed to be more concerned that you may have tattled on him about something. But, I think I got through to him.”

“I won’t be needing him much once this project is done anyways. This whole thing will put itself to rest.”

You go into the conference room, and plug your laptop in the HDMI cable so the screen appears on the TV. You and Matt go over the project you’ve been working on all week.

“This came out so well, Matt, thank you so much for all your help on this. I couldn’t have done it without you.” You beam at him. “I hope you continue with this kind of work in the future, you’re so talented.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes! You may not be working much with me next week, just cause this is done, but if you keep working hard with the other folks you work with, then you will have some great people to list as a reference on your future endeavors.” Niall knocks on the door and wave him in. Matt looks away from him. “Ready?”

“Show me what ya got.”

You play the video for Niall, and he’s completely blown away.

“Great work you two. Matt, (y/n) and I will definitely send good word up to our supervisor.”

“Thanks.” He gives a half smile.

“I am so happy this project is done and over with.”

“And ahead of schedule. Now you won’t have as much to stress about before break.”

“I know! I can actually enjoy my family’s Hanukkah party.”

Matt sits and observes the way you and Niall interact. Why was it okay for you two to talk about personal things, but not for him?

Just before lunch, Matt knocks on the outside of your doorway.

“Hey.” You smile.

“Got a sec?”

“Of course, come on in.” You motion to have him sit.

“I’ve got my next assignment for next week, I’m back with the social media folks.”

“That’s great!”

“I’ll miss working with you…”

“That’s nice of you to say. I’m sure we’ll work together again soon.” Your phone starts to ring, it’s Harry.

“That your boyfriend?”

“Um…yeah.”

“He calls you a lot at work. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Not at all.”

“He’s like…checking in on you.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Then why does he call so much?”

“Because he just likes to see how my day’s going. I think it’s really sweet, and I don’t mind because I like to hear the sound of his voice. Besides, it’s my lunch break, it’s a perfectly acceptable time to call…I think as you get older and fall in love, you’ll understand.”

“You’re only a few years older than me.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like a big difference, but once you’ve been out in the real world a little while, you tend to grow up a bit.”

“I’d say I’m pretty grown.”

“Obviously, I’m just saying, when you’re in a real relationship with someone…”

“I’ve been in a relationship before.”

“And? Didn’t you want to be with that person every second you could? Talk to them in your free time?”

“Not really.” He shrugs. “Guess that’s why we broke up. How did you know you were in love with him?”

You thought back to your weekend away at the inn in New Hampshire, and sighed happily.

“I just…did. I had a realization one night. When you know, you know.” Niall comes strolling into your office.

“Lunch time chica.” You giggle.

“Alright, hey I just need to call Harry back quick, wanna wait in the break room for me?”

“You got it. Headin’ out Matt? You’re done for the day.”

“Um, yeah. Well, thanks again for everything this week. See ya.”

“Have a great weekend. Meet you in a couple minutes.”

“Sounds good.”

You take your phone and call Harry back.

“How’s my baby girl today?” You giggle.

“Good, how’s my man?”

“Looking forward to seeing you tonight.”

“Me too. Want me to pick something up for dinner?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to. I’ll pick up something yummy.”

“I mean…there’s really only one thing I have a craving for.” Your cheeks flush.

“Don’t start with me right now.”

“What? Don’t want a repeat of last night so soon?” You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“Harry, I can’t have these kinds of conversations at work.” You whisper.

“Alright, alright. Well, I was just callin’ earlier cause I missed ya.”

“Miss you too. I better go, I have lunch with Niall.”

“Tell the lad I say hi.”

“You bet.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hang up, grab your lunch, and head to the break room to meet Niall. He gives you a kissy face when you enter and you roll your eyes at him.

“He says hi by the way.”

“Hi back.” He smirks. “What he call about?”

“Nothing, just missed me.”

“Jesus.” He laughs. “I’ve never known him to be like this. You really have a hold on him.”

“I like it. It’s nice to feel wanted.”

“Come to think of it, the only person I can think he’s ever been this clingy with was Lou.”

“Niall, Harry is not clingy.”

“He is…just a wee bit, just enough for it to be cute.”

“What do you mean he was clingy with Louis?”

“Nothin’, the two of them were just like that with each other. They had to sit next to each other in every in class, had to sit next to each other on the couch. If Lou was off visiting his girlfriend for the weekend, the two of them would call each other at least two separate times.”

“Eleanor was right.”

“About what?”

“They are the real life Cory and Shawn.” You laugh.

“Who?”

“Did never watch Boys Meet World?”

“Uh, no, can’t say I have. That somethin’ we should add to the binge watch list?”

“Oh definitely, you don’t know what you’re missing. Anyways, Cory is the main character and Shawn is his absolute best friend. They’re closer than any other friends in the world. The show would joke around a lot about them being a little too close. Cory would wanna tell Shawn things over telling his girlfriend, stuff like that. Just a really close bond. Nothing wrong with that. Do you ever get jealous?”

“Not at all. I’m just as close with Harry, it’s just different. I’m just as close with Lou. The two of them are just more like brothers.”

“I’m sure they consider you a brother.”

“Oh they do, I’m just more like the step-brother.” You both giggle.

On your way home from work you decide to pick up Thai food from Harry’s favorite spot. You key into his apartment. He has his headphones in, sitting at his computer.

“Harry!” He turns around and waves at you. You put the food in the kitchen and kick off your shoes. You put your bag near the bed. He wraps up what he’s doing, and stretches as he stands up.

“Whatcha bring me?” He says, kissing you on the top of your head.

“Thai food.”

“My favorite! Thanks.”

You both dig in to the food your brought, not wanting it to get cold. You take your cardigan off, revealing your tank top.

“That’s a cute outfit.” He says wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Felt like being a bit more casual today.”

“I like these jeans.” His hands slip into your back pockets. You place your hands on his chest.

“Oh, you do?”

“Mhm.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses. “You smell nice.” You feel his smile against you. Your perfume wasn’t anything special. Just a classic fruity scent you had picked up from Bath & Body Works a while back. But because you were wearing, there was no better smell in the world. He lifts his head to look at you, cheeks and chest completely flushed. “You know, I was surprised by you last night.”

“How so?”

“Just didn’t think you’d be into that sorta thing.”

“What? Phone sex?” You laugh. “To be honest, usually I’m not, or at least I’d prefer it over text, but just something in the way your voice sounded last night…it was driving me wild.” You kiss on his neck, dropping your hands to his hips. You sink your teeth in, only a little, lightly sucking on his soft skin. You feel his hands squeeze your ass causing you to bite down harder. He sucks in a breath at the incredible feeling.

His hands move up to your face. He pulls you back, before you can furrow your brows, his lips are on yours. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, and you can’t help but groan. A tingling beginning between your legs as he starts to work his tongue into your mouth, tasting every bit of you. You both fumble over to the couch. He gets on top of you, and you wrap your legs around him, begging for some friction. The hand he isn’t using to prop himself up goes for your breast, and kneads it. Your head rolls back at his touch, annoyed he won’t just take your shirt and bra off. He sees you tug at the hem of your shirt and he smirks, allowing you to sit up, so he can take it off for you. You had a simple white bra on, nothing special. But his eyes can’t help but gaze at the way you’re spilling out of it, and the way your nipples peek through like pebbles. You look down at yourself.

“I’d still like to go to the mall tomorrow, definitely think it’s time for some new bras.” You squeeze your boobs together slightly. “Not comfy.”

“Well, let me see how I can help now.”

Harry reaches behind you and unhooks your bra effortlessly. You giggle as it falls, and his lips immediately wrap around you nipping, and twisting the piercing with his teeth.

“Ah, shit.” You moan, pressing your hips to his as you lay down again.

He kisses down your torso, around your naval, and undoes your pants in the process. You lift your hips to help him tug your jeans and panties down your hips. He sits up to take his shirt off after undressing you.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Think you could, um, dim the lights a bit? Feeling just a wee bit exposed.” He smiles and kisses you on the top of your head.

He gets up to turn the lights off, not having a dimmer. He takes his pants off, leaving his boxers on for now, then climbs back on top of you. His bed was so close by, but something about doing this on his couch was more fun. His thumb dips down and starts to rub on your clit, your breath hitching at the sensation.

“Is this what you were doing last night? When you were thinking of me?”

“Yes, but you do it so much better.” You gasp as his fingers trace over your wet slit.

“That so?” He spreads your legs apart, putting them over his shoulders, licking his lips as he looks at the glorious feast before him.

He licks a stripe up from your center to your clit, causing your hips to buck up. Your hands go straight for his hair as he sucks on your clit, his hands pressing into your thighs. He drops one of your thighs to press his hand down on you to keep you in place. He was going to destroy you tonight, you could feel it. He used his thumb to continue to rub you as his tongue when back down to your center. He groaned against you as his tongue swirled inside, feeling and tasting as much of you as he could. You weren’t going to last long, the sight before you was enough to make you come, let alone the way it felt.

“Harry.” You moaned as he rubbed you harder, sucking on you as much as he could. “Fuck, ahhhhhhh.” Your release came quicker than you usual. He let you grind against him to ride out your high, just needing that bit of extra friction. He waits for you to catch your breath while he sits up to look at your now sweaty body.

He sits on the couch, pulling you on top of him to straddle his legs. You’re confused at first, did he just want to grind against you tonight? It was fine if he did, but you wanted to return the favor. You wanted to wrap your lips around him.

“Harry, I wanna-“ He kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“You will, I’m not done with you yet, though.” He says into your ear, biting down on the skin just underneath.

You feel his hand brush up against your sensitive area, still dripping wet from what he’s done to you. You feel him slip his middle finger in, and you tighten around him. He looks up at you, watching your eyes screwed shut, and slowly open as you relax, sinking down onto his hand. He slowly pumps in and out of you, and before long, a second finger slips in, stretching you out just a little. You moan at the feeling and roll your hips.

“That’s it.” He says, essentially encouraging you to ride his fingers. You wrap your arms around him, fingers going into his hair, and press your face into his neck.

Your hips move up and down as he pumps in and out of you. He had thought about this many times. You on top of him, taking him in inch by inch. But he wasn’t going to get that yet. It was hard to focus on anything other than the grunts leaving your mouth, as you press your face further into the crook of his neck. His fingers had never felt so good inside of you. The hand that wasn’t working on you, was clutching on your ass, keeping you steady. His thumb starting to rub on your clit again, making you sink your teeth into his skin. You hear a moan escape his lips.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” He says, making your back arch as you continue to grind against his fingers.

“Feels so good.” You manage to say. You were full on panting now. “Wanna feel you deeper, Harry.”

He thrusts his long fingers up as much as he could, making your head roll back. He wanted to say that’s as deep as he could go. He wanted to say he’d need his dick to go deeper to give you what you wanted, but he couldn’t. He knew better.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You said over and over.

“Come for me, baby.”

That was all he needed to say. You released all around his fingers, and collapsed on top of him. He slowly slid out of you, and gives your bum a few taps, letting you know you did a good job. He sucks on his fingers to take your release in.

“Best taste in the world, honestly.” You move your head to make eye contact.

“Your turn.” You say in a whisper.

He lets go of you so you can slide down to the floor, on your knees in front of him. You tug at his boxers, eyes growing wide at the way his hard cocks slaps back against his stomach. He lifts his hips so you can tug the pesky underwear all the way off of him. You look up at him and admire his beautiful body. He may have well been chiseled from marble. You spit into your hand, and grip his length, his eyes closing for a mere moment to enjoy the contact.

You start to slowly pump him up and down, thumb dragging over his tip to spread his precome around. His hand grips your ponytail, firmly wrapping it around his wrist. You look up at him and smirk before closing your eyes, and taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses at the sensation. You continue to use your hand on his shaft as you suckle on his tip. His hips move up, begging you to take more of him into your pretty little mouth. You oblige, and slide yourself down on him a little further, hollowing out your cheeks.

“That feels so fucking good, (y/n).” He says, gripping your hair tighter.

As you begin to bob up and down on him, he hits the back of your throat. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he has a jerk reaction, and hanks your hair a little too hard. Your eyes flash open, seeing white. A horrid memory of Jake running through your mind. Him ramming you from behind, his hand in your hair, feeling like he was going to rip every strand out of your scalp. Out of sudden fear your teeth bite down on Harry.

“Too hard! Too hard!” This breaks you from your nightmare, and you pop off of him.

Before he can say anything else you feel like you can’t breathe as your chest starts to tighten, and you hide your face as tears begin to fall. Harry gets on the ground next to you and rubs your back.

“What, what happened, (y/n)? Are you alright, why, why did you do that? What did I do?”

His dick was throbbing, and not in a good way. It had gone completely soft the instant you bit him. Your breathing slows, and you look up at him. You put a hand on his shoulder.

“Y, you can’t pull my hair like that.”

“Did I pull it too hard? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize, usually you’re okay-“

“It’s not usually in a ponytail when you tug at it. I…it…” He pulls you into his chest. “It triggered me, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize it-“

“It’s not your fault, I didn’t think…” You sigh. “Did I hurt your?”

“Please, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

“I bit down on you pretty hard.”

“It’s alright. Let’s get you up, hm?”

You cling to him, only feeling safe in his arms. He wipes your tears away as you both stand.

“Let’s get you into something cozy, yeah?” He sits you on the bed, and grabs a t-shirt and sweatpants from his dresser. He gestures for you to lift your arm, and he slides his shirt over your body. Next he helps you into his pants. He kisses you lightly on your forehead. He throws on a new pair of boxers and sits next to you.

“Thank you. I’m so sorry, I ruined our evening.”

“Oh, my sweet baby girl,” His palm nestles on your cheek. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m sorry I did something that even made you think about that terrible time. I promise, I’ll be more careful.”

“But you couldn’t have known that was going to set me off. I didn’t even know. This is what I’ve been scared of all along.” His hand moves to rub your back. You take a deep breath.

“We just need to keep working together, and be vocal. I know you don’t know what things may set you off, but let’s try to keep talking through. I can be better about asking if something feels alright.”

“I can’t expect you to do that in the heat of the moment. I want us to be able to get lost in each other, not having to overthink every move.”

“And maybe at some point we’ll get to that place, but right now that’s just not gonna happen.”

“And you’re fine with that?” You say looking at him.

“(y/n), the last thing I ever want is for you to feel unsafe or scared. I would do anything you need to me to do.” You wrap your arms around him.

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too, so much. Come on, let’s watch some TV.”

Harry winces as he stands up to grab the remote. You get settled, sitting up against his headboard, and he gets on the bed next to you, turning the TV on. He winces again as he adjusts next to you.

“Is there anything I can do? Do you want some ice?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. Don’t think I’ve ever been chomped down on quite like that before.” He chuckles. “Nearly kicked ya in the stomach.” You cozy up to him, and he puts an arm around you.

“Well, thanks for refraining.”

“What do you feel like watchin’?”

“Anything’s fine, oh! Let me log in to my Disney+.” You hear Harry slightly suck his teeth. “What?”

“Nothin’…what exactly do you want to watch on there?” You yank the remote from him to download the app on his smart TV.

“I have the urge to watch Boy Meets World, ever watch it growing up? Did you watch a lot of American TV?”

“Here and there. Watched a lot more of it here once I was in school. What exactly is Boy Meets World about?”

“Well, it was a show on ABC, Disney owned. It’s about this boy named Cory who just learns about life. He has an older brother and a little sister. A best friend named Shawn, and then there’s Topanga.”

“Topanga?”

“Mhm, but since you’ve never seen it, I won’t spoil it for you. Guess we’ll watch from the beginning. He’s in like sixth or seventh grade I think. The kids were so cute.”

“How long did it run for?”

“Like seven seasons! They show them through their second year of college.”

“Wow. All the same actors stay?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”

“So cute you think you had a choice.” You giggle, and turn the show on. “Just kidding, if you didn’t want to watch it, I wouldn’t make you.”

“How considerate.”

You two stay cozy together as you watch at least four episodes of the show. You loved binging television, but you could tell Harry was getting bored, or at least tired. You both get up to do your nightly routine.

“I wanna hold ya tonight, but please don’t rub up against me, I’m afraid it’ll it hurt.”

“Do you want me to just hold you?”

“No, I wanna hold you. Just gotta be careful.”

You turn over, and he wraps his arms around you, nestling into your hair, which was now down. You both sigh with happiness and comfort as you both slowly drift off.

You and Harry head to the mall around ten the next morning. There were a ton of things still on sale from Black Friday, so you were excited about treating yourself to some new underwear. You head upstairs to the Aerie, and Harry stops short before entering, almost making you lose your balance.

“Right, so…how long you think you’ll be?” You blink at him. “What?”

“You’re not coming in with me? Please don’t tell me the man who walks around with nail polish and jewelry is afraid of an underwear store.”

“M’not afraid…just didn’t know if you needed some privacy is all.”

“You’ve seen my panties before, it’s fine. Besides, you can help me pick some stuff out.”

There were plenty of other guys in there with their girlfriends, it wasn’t really a big deal. Harry just didn’t want to be one of those guys who was so possessive he needed to go into his girlfriend’s underwear store. But she wanted him there, so he slowly followed her in.

There was a large round bin in the middle that said “8 for $30!” making you jump right for it. You rummaged through the pile of medium sized briefs and slowly found ones you liked.

“Any particular style you’re looking for?” Harry asks, trying to be helpful.

“Um, well, I like the cheeky bottom, like these.” You hold a pair up to show him and he blushes, picturing you wearing them.

“I can get eight pair, so I’d like at least get four of this style, then the other four I get a couple more thongs, those are always good to replace. Oh! This one is so cute!” You hold up a black lace thong, making Harry’s cheeks grow even redder. “Can never go wrong with black lace, never.”

Once you’re satisfied with your panties, you stuff them into a basket, and head to the back of the store where the bras were. A sales associate comes up to you.

“Can I help you find anything?”

“You know, I think I need to be measured again. I feel like I’m in between sizes right now. Everything has been feeling kind of tight. I haven’t gained any weight, that I know of.”

“Oh sure! We can definitely have someone measure you. One moment, let me check the dressing rooms.” You turn around to look at Harry as she walks away, his mouth agape.

“What?”

“What exactly does getting measured entail?”

“They take you into a fitting room and use a measuring tape. Then you tell them what style of bra you wear, and then they bring you some to try on. It’s not complicated.”

“Are you bare chested when they do it?”

“What?! No!” You laugh. “My shirt will stay on.”

“Miss? We’re ready for you.” The woman smiles.

“Here, hold this for me.” You hand Harry the basket, and before he can protest you vanish into the back.

He’s thoroughly embarrassed. He watches the associate come out a few moments later to grab a few different bras. Some lace, some for wearing under a t-shirt, and some sports bras. He swears he heard you laugh at some point, but he wasn’t sure. Eventually you come out, and take the basket from him.

“Okay, I know what I need now, I think they’re on this wall.”

“Please, don’t ever leave me like that again. People kept giving me weird looks.”

“You know, most guys like coming in here.” You shake your head at him, and grab some bras.

“Well, how did your fitting go.”

“Good.” You shrug. “Figured out why I was spilling out of some of my bras.” You grab a few bras that are padded, but don’t have wire in them, and some new lace bras as well. Then move to another wall with sports bras that zip up in the front.

“Why was that?”

“Went up a cup size.” You shrug again.

“So…what exactly are you now?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “We might find ourselves in a bra emergency one day, this is info I need.” You laugh.

“I went from a C to a D, okay?”

“You didn’t realize?”

“Not really, sometimes they just grow and shrink over time. I was a B when I first got to college, graduated a C. If they keep getting bigger though I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“You don’t want big boobs?”

“Honestly? No. My back hurts, and I have such a small frame, big boobs just look weird on me. Half the time I have to buy dresses and shirts one or two sizes up just to make room. It’s annoying.” You sigh and grab what you need, and head to the checkout counter.

Harry loved your body so much, every dip, every curve, every dimple, every mark. He never really stopped to think that there were actually things you didn’t like about your body.

“You’re in luck! These ones are buy one, get one.” The cashier says.

“Oh great! I have a coupon on my phone too.”

Harry also couldn’t believe how complicated buying women’s underwear was. He thought it was just cup sizes, but there’s a lot of numbers involved. He made sure to note that you were a 34D, and no longer a 36C.

“$100 even is your total.” His jaw nearly dropped, even with the discounts and coupons that sounded expensive. “Oh wow! Way less than what I was expecting.” He looked at the two of you like you were crazy. The pink tax was alive and well. The cashier hands you a cute bag with all your things wrapped inside, and then grabs a small box.

“For being such a valued member of Aerie, and spending over $100 today, you have earned this box full of makeup samples!”

“Yay! I love your guys’ makeup. It’s so light.”

“There’s mascara, a reusable makeup remover cloth, eyeshadow, and a couple other things.”

“Thanks!” You stuff the small box into your bag, and head out. “I love free samples.” You say looking at him as you walk out of the store. He wanted to tell you it wasn’t really free, but he didn’t want the smile on your face to fade.

“Feeling satisfied with your purchase?”

“Yes, thank you for coming in with me. Is there anywhere you wanna go? You like shoppin at J. Crew right?”

“Got all I need from there a couple months ago, remember?” He smiles at you.

“Right. Oh! You know what would be great?”

“What?”

“Let’s go into bed, bath, and beyond. There’s something I wanna get for your bed.”

“My bed?”

“Mhm.” You smile at him, and take his hand.

When you get to the store, you get to the section you’re thinking of right away. You were near sheets and pillows. Harry had no idea what you thought his bed needed.

“Aha! Found it!” You point to the aisle that had a bunch of different bed toppers. “You know how you’re always saying my bed is so cozy? Well this is why. I have this exact memory foam egg crate. You just put it on under your sheets, and it makes a world of difference.”

“How do you discover these things?”

“I had a friend in college that had one on his bed, on those uncomfortable blue beds they give you. Got one for myself and I never had a bad night’s sleep in school again.”

“Alright, let’s pick one out.” You grab the one you think will make the most sense, and don’t let Harry take it from me. “I hope you don’t think you’re paying for that.”

“Consider it an early Hanukkah gift.” You wink at him, and walk quickly ahead of him to the checkout line. Taking out your card as fast as you can. He rolled his eyes at you, but kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you, it’s very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome baby. Here you can carry it now.”

When you got home, or back to Harry’s, you helped him put the egg crate on his bed. You too flopped onto it once it was made up again.

“It’s like laying on a marshmallow.” He says, making you giggle. “Thanks again.”

“You’re more than welcome, happy to do it.”

“Now it’ll really feel like I’m in your bed the couple nights I can’t be.”

“Does it bother you that we stay over at my place more?”

“Not at all! I love your place.”

“I just feel bad is all, you paying for a place you barely sleep at anymore.”

“S’not that expensive of an apartment. Plus it’s nice to come back to when I need to get more intricate work done.” He shrugs, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. “Besides, won’t be back and forth like this forever.” What was he hinting at? The very thing that you felt your mind wandering to every morning you woke up with him. Harry often thought about moving in with you, you were practically living together already. He knew it was still a little too soon to be talking about it, but a few hints here and there to show you that, that was down the road was nice.

“Yeah.” You smile, and cozy up to him. “Definitely won’t be forever.”

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Wicked Game

Another round of the 5sos fic writing collab brought to you by @maluminspace and @h0tsos. There are so many amazing writers involved and I highly recommend checking out the event master list linked below. Thank you to the Sagittarius sorceress @sexgodashton for being very caring, patient, and kind while helping me tame this monster. Massive shout out to @ghostofmashton for the photo edits, especially Ashton’s eye. that’s my favorite. You’re a rock star. Texas girls forever, love you to bits!

Event Master List

Prompt: Chef AU with Cashton

Dialogue Prompt: “Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met” First person to spot it in the fic and send me a screenshot gets a personalized blurb request.

Word Count: 20K+ Team Long Winded Bitch strikes again, this will be posted in multiple parts over the next couple of days. This first part is about 5K

Rating: 18+ Slash fic Strong language, alcohol and drug use, and a misogynistic and racist comment. Sexual scenes including masturbation, toys, voyeurism, oral, and anal sex.

Summary: Ashton is ready to move on with his life after his painful divorce from Luke and the demise of the restaurant they’d built together. With the help of his protegee and sous chef Hima Singh, Ashton is ready to take on opening weekend of his new restaurant Anne-Marie’s. Calum is a reporter filling in on an assignment and is surprised when his past comes back to haunt him. Hima arranges an interview that takes an unexpected turn between the two men.

Part 1

"Great job, guys, we couldn't have had a better opening weekend. Thank you so much for making it happen," Ashton told the two staff members in the kitchen who'd closed as he unlocked the back door.

"No problem boss, glad to be here. We made money this weekend. See ya tomorrow," DeSean told him as he left.

Ashton locked the door behind them and walked out into the empty dining room, his steel-toed boots echoing heavily on the distressed blonde faux hardwood floors. He stopped to adjust a few tables, double-checking sightlines and looking over the layout of the tables. The upside-down chair legs cast long shadows in the soft pink neon glow.

He looked up at the sign above the bar that read "Anne-Marie's." He smiled, not caring if anyone thought it was cheesy to name his restaurant after his mother. His mom had always been his lucky star, and he couldn't have gotten through the last couple of years without her.

"You look so serious,' a voice behind him startled him out of his thoughts.

"What the fuck Hima," Ashton yelped, clutching his chest dramatically. "I thought you were still in the kitchen."

"The guys didn't leave me anything to do so I decided to change and have a drink with you before my brother gets here," she tossed her bag and chef's coat onto a stool grinning at Ashton. She hopped up to sit on the bar before swinging her legs around as she pushed off. Landing without a wobble she reached under the bar and grabbed a bottle of black label Bushmill's Irish Whiskey and two short glasses.

"Straight for the good stuff, I like the way you think," Ashton smirked, taking a seat at the bar.

"To simply mark the occasion, of course" she poured them each a shot before adding a splash of water. She raised her glass, "Cheers to you, Boss, and to Anne-Marie's."

They clinked glasses. "Couldn't have done it without you," he replied before taking a sip.

"Awwwwww thanks Ashtton, " she grinned at him. "Damn that's good, the whiskey makes me forgive the Irish for how dreadful Guinness is. Did you see Kevin Mackie snuck in last night? I expect a write up in the Metro on Tuesday and I know you saw Patricia Bennett," she rolled her eyes at the name.

"She makes herself hard to miss," he snorted. "I missed Mackie though. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because we were busy and I didn't have time for you to get all giggly and nervous. He got the crab puffs and the Mac and Brie and inhaled them. You were right about the nutmeg; I thought he was going to lick the plate." She opened two bottles of beer before hopping back over the bar and taking a seat next to Ashton.

"How did this weekend compare to the opening of ‘Lune Rouge’? Was it as good as the first time?" Hima finished her whiskey before shaking a pack of Camel Crush cigarettes out of her bag.

"If you get ashes on the bar Paloma will flip her shit," Ashton warned.

"I'm not afraid of her," Hima snipped, but she made sure to be careful. No sense in antagonizing their temperamental main bartender.

"This opening was definitely smoother than the first one. We didn't know what the hell we were doing. The first night we ran out of duck fat and gorgonzola before the dinner rush was over. My sous chef's sister had to run to Whole Foods for emergency supplies. We got lucky the press ignored us for a couple weeks until we got a little buzz going. This time I knew what to expect but there was also more pressure," he paused, taking a pull on the bottle of beer. "This time I expected to succeed right out of the gate."

"You succeeded there," Hima stubbed her cigarette out in her empty glass. "I really need to quit."

"You could get a puff bar and start vaping," he teased.

"I'm not a fucking junior varsity cheerleader. I can take my cancer like a big girl." She checked her phone. "Ugh it's almost nine, and it's gonna take me at least thirty minutes to get home. You're closing tomorrow with me right?"

"Yeah, I'll be in around 11 all this week. Rafi is handling brunch with Gloria but I want to be here," Ashton double-checked his phone. "Tuesday I have that interview with Men's Life and they just emailed me."

Hima saw his nose scrunch up as he read. "What's wrong?"

"I thought they were sending Taj, but instead of rescheduling the interview, they're sending Calum Hood," Ashton sneered.

"Chill dude, it's not that bad," Hima was confused by the venom in his voice. "Yeah he's a bit of a goof, but he's hot and not a pretentious dickhead. They could've sent Felipe."

"True, true," he grumbled as he saw a black Honda pull up outside. "Kabir is here."

"Shit, ok see you tomorrow, Boss," she grabbed her stuff, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran out the door, locking it behind her.

Ashton walked through once again. He made sure the lights were off in the employee lounge. Since many of his staff members used public transport or worked two jobs, Rafi had convinced Ashton to provide his staff with a decent place to take a break and get ready before or after work. He built a small shower stall, lockers, and provided clean towels, and as his new kitchen manager, Rafi took responsibility for maintaining the space. Ashton took a last look at the bar, double-checking for any stray ashes Hima might have missed before setting the alarm, locking up, and heading home.

Calum opened the email from his editor and swore loud enough to wake the scruffy brown terrier mix snoozing at his feet.

Hey Cal,

Sorry it's such short notice but Taj's mom had an emergency and I need you to cover for him. He's interviewing Ashton Irwin, remember him? He had the Lune Rouge a few years ago. Well, he's got a new place, diverse staff and we're doing a feature. Maybe even the cover if he's really pretty. Tuesday at 2 pm I'll send you the address and details after I talk to Taj. Oh, and my friend Nick is coming into town and I told him you'd show him around. It's been a while since you had a date but you'll like him. He's kinda short, but he's got big muscles, huge dick, perfect credit. You could do a lot worse.

Call me tomorrow

Sham

This isn't good, this isn't good. Calum's mind was racing. He rubbed his temples trying to think. Taj was notoriously reliable and responsible, so if he was taking off on short notice, it must be serious. It was just his bad luck it was Ashton Irwin.

He usually covered travel and sports for Men's Life while Taj handled food and fashion. Calum didn't mind taking back food and dining for the time being. He'd started in that industry, working as a line cook while he went to school for journalism. He'd quit both when a flirty, older professor recommended him for an internship at California Culture and he managed to land a real job. Professor Davis had been highly disappointed to lose him as a student and catch him making out with her son who went to the same college. He'd found a tiny shitty apartment, spent his life on the road for work, and sent every penny he didn't need to live on to his family. He didn't even date for the longest time until he met a handsome blonde with sharp features and a sharper tongue.

He couldn't remember if it was four years ago or five, but he clearly recalled his review of Lune Rouge had not been nice. Calum was in a toxic relationship with the restaurant's sous chef at the time. He'd let his personal life spill over into his work for the first and only time. It wasn't something Calum was proud of and while he felt he owed Ashton an apology, the right time and place hadn't presented itself yet. He'd run into Ashton twice since then. The first time he was with his husband, and Calum wasn't about to humble himself in front of Luke. The second encounter came not long after their marriage broke up. Calum was dating a photographer at the time, when Ashton came to the photographer’s art show. They were briefly introduced but Ashton's chilly demeanor discouraged any further conversation, so Calum avoided him the rest of the evening. He remembered being unable to stop staring at the handsome chef with the sad eyes. He'd always hoped they'd bump into each other under better circumstances. I guess an interview will have to do.

********

Ashton sat out on his condo balcony overlooking Echo Park, taking in the night air and enjoying a second bottle of IPA. Hima was right, the opening had been a smash. Anne-Marie's had the best staff he'd ever had the pleasure of working with, and aside from a small mix up between gruyere and Havarti cheese, the opening had been smooth. The alcohol hummed in his veins as he allowed his mind to wander back five years.

Lune Rouge's opening had been a chaotic mess of brilliance, balls, and blind luck. He was a year out of culinary school, newly married, and ecstatically in love with his husband. Luke was a trust fund baby; his dad ran a major studio. He put up the funding for their restaurant which procured a prime spot in trendy West Hollywood. Ashton had the idea of taking traditional French cuisine and turning it into "pub grub." Luke created a kitschy tacky cool interior with the ambiance of fairy light curtains, vintage 90's movie posters, an eye-popping pink and aqua come scheme. Featuring a bartender who doubled as a DJ, the restaurant became an immediate hot spot.

The culinary press treated them like rock stars and it went to their head. Ashton was portrayed as the mysterious boy genius, boisterous and foul-mouthed, he ran the back of the house, oversaw the business and created the menu. Luke, who's blonde-haired blue-eyed good looks were regularly described as "angelic", was the frontman, often schmoozing in the dining room, taking song requests, or slinging drinks behind the bar. They worked so well together until they didn't.

Ashton shook his head, not allowing himself to linger on negative thoughts, not when he'd fought to regain balance. He'd spent the last year freeing himself from the wreckage of his partnership with Luke. Still, tonight after the opening, alone and overlooking the city lights, his mind kept going back to the exhilaration of that first opening night. After they stayed late with the crew for a drink to celebrate, Luke's hand wandered up Ashton's thigh causing him to almost choke on his tequila. Soon Luke started whining about all the paperwork he had to do before they could go home. The crew quickly bagged it out of there, not wanting to get roped into more work.

Ashton swallowed at the memory before glancing around at the other balconies. It was late enough most of his neighbors should be asleep. Already hard, he reached down and squeezed his bulge through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.

After letting everyone else out of Lune Rouge that first night he'd been puzzled to find Luke no longer at the bar. He heard noises coming from the office. When he opened the door, he found his husband, shirtless, and waiting for him.

Ashton slid his hand into his pants swiping his thumb across the leaking tip. He heard a sliding glass door open and froze in place until he realized it was his neighbor below him chatting on the phone. He stroked himself and let his mind wander back to Luke. It had been too long since Ashton got laid, and Luke was still the best sex he'd ever had. He shuddered and bit his lip thinking about the way Luke grinned at him as he opened the office door. Before Ashton could say a word, Luke was sinking to his knees. A bit awkward given his long legs, but it didn't take long before he was letting Ashton fuck his throat. The thought of those blue eyes looking up at him as Ash's hands tangled in those blonde curls caused a moan to slip out, and his neighbor stopped talking at the sound.

"I think somebody is having sex," he heard her whisper. He almost laughed.

His dick was twitching flat against his stomach as he ducked back inside his bedroom, kicked off his pants, and grabbed a small tube of lube. Ashton shut off the light and stepped back outside.

The breeze cooled his fevered skin as he stood there looking out at the city and stroking his dick. The idea that he could possibly be seen turned him on almost as much as his trip down memory lane. He swallowed another moan thinking about how Luke's lips felt against his, their tongues tangled until he pulled back looking at Ashton with mischief and love before giving him a wink and turning around.

Ashton's breath caught in his throat as he worked his cock thinking about it. The red and white striped pants his husband pranced around in that night had been blissful torment working him up until the moment he slid those pants down and bent over the desk.

"Come take what's yours, my love, I've been wanting you all night," he cooed, wiggling his hips.

Luke was a whiny boy when he was getting pounded, and the memory sent Ashton closer to the edge. He felt his knees tremble as he increased his speed, the city lights becoming starbursts in his vision as he edged himself closer. At the moment of release, he swore he could feel Luke pushing back against him taking him in as deep as he could go.

When Ashton opened his eyes, he found himself sweaty and streaked with his own seed. He was amazed he'd managed to stay quiet, but his neighbor was chatting away obliviously. He went back inside, cracked another beer, and took it with him into the shower, trying to focus on his day tomorrow.

It was after midnight by the time he went to bed. His body was exhausted but the adrenaline from the opening weekend hadn't quite worn off. He found himself still restless and playing on his phone. After scrolling through Instagram, he found himself looking at the page belonging to the Galway Grill-- Ashton cringed at the name-- an Irish pub and microbrewery very recently opened by Luke and his boyfriend Finn.

Ashton simmered with resentment perusing the menu; they'd recycled at least half of the Lune Rouge recipes, his creations. He'd heard they'd rushed their opening to launch the week before Anne-Marie's, and even with Daddy's deep pockets the decor looked slapped together, all flash no class. He came to a picture of the happy couple and couldn't help but notice how thin and tired Luke looked despite his huge smile. He felt a twinge of concern for his ex before pushing his phone away in disgust. Rolling out of bed, he headed to the bathroom and fished an orange prescription bottle out of the cabinet. He broke a valium in half and swallowed the smaller piece with a gulp of water straight from the faucet. He scrolled through different sounds on his phone before settling on crashing waves. He spent the next ten minutes stretching and practicing deep breathing to push out any lingering negativity and troubling thoughts. It was too late to drag up the past and there was nothing to be gained. Ashton crawled back under the duvet and sank into a deep sleep dreaming of blue eyes.

*********

Hima rolled into work a little after one, pleased to see a decent lunch crowd and multiple delivery orders going out. She ordered a chicken mojito wrap for her lunch and headed back to the office to find Ashton. She found him in his chair with his laptop open on his desk, a notebook in his lap while scrolling through his phone.

"So what's the Monday morning report, Boss?" She asked, taking a seat across from him.

Ashton was beaming as he spun the laptop around to show her. "We made 30% over our projected sales. We came in right at payroll, actually a little under if you can believe that."

"I've checked the reservation book," she responded, flashing her phone. "We're booked solid for dinner Friday and Saturday and will call is 3 pm-7 pm. We're probably going to have to do that all week."

"Whatever you need. This weekend is going to be bonkers. If you have any suggestions, I'd like to do something for the staff. That reminds me, I've got to talk to Maisie." He scribbled down a quick note.

"She's already on it," Hima laughed. "The servers who struggled are coming in for extra training with her and Dakota. I have no doubt she'll straighten them up or ship them out."

Ashton nodded as Daniel knocked on the office door to bring their lunch.

"How's it going out there? Let us know if you need anything," Ashton told him.

"We've got this, Boss, enjoy your lunch," Daniel closed the door behind him.

"He's Rafi's brother?" Hima asked before taking a big bite.

"Cousin, Gloria is his sister," Ashton replied tucking into his roasted corn and quinoa salad with queso fresco.

"Are you ready for this interview tomorrow? You look tired," Hima looked concerned.

"I am tired," he shrugged. "I just wanna get this over with. I'm thrilled we're doing so well, but that's not what the press wants to talk about."

"Don't think about it like that. Anne-Marie's will stand on her own. You've just gotta get through this week. I know it's a lot," her words were half-muffled by a napkin.

"Tomorrow is the worst of it. Mackie called and is available Tuesday at one or Thursday for dinner around four. Since he's already been here for dinner, I thought I'd let Rafi wow him this time," he told her.

"Good idea, try to keep it short because if he drinks he gets super chatty. He gave a lecture at school and came to the bar afterward; he would not shut up," she warned.

"Chatty bastard, got it," he replied and they both laughed.

Anne-Marie's was his restaurant, but he couldn't have done it without Hima. She was fresh out of culinary school working as a line cook at the Hilton when he'd discovered her a little over a year ago. Ashton only lasted four months before chafing under the corporate yoke and deciding to strike out on his own. She'd been the first person he'd hired for the restaurant, guaranteeing her first year's salary out of his own pocket. Rafi and DeSean were excellent managers for the kitchen, but Hima was a coach: she understood the business as a whole. He'd let her handle most of the press and promotion, and she'd scored two big interviews.

Gourmet Table had interviewed him last Thursday The piece wouldn't be that in-depth, but they'd spent three hours photographing food. He expected the Men's Life article to focus more on him and his personal life. Calum Hood was known for his sharp pen and take-no-prisoners style. He'd given Lune Rouge two stars and a biting review during a brief stint at California Culture before he'd become known. It was five years ago, but Ashton still had the clipping somewhere. Calum had branded Lune's food as tasty and imaginative but thought the presentation was lacking in creativity. He'd ripped into the decor, calling it "somewhere between art house and frat house," and labeled Luke and Ashton "spoiled pretty boys pretending to be chefs." Luke had brushed it off with a laugh, but it still bothered Ashton.

Unlike the Hemmings’, Ashton’s family didn't have money to throw around. He'd started at sixteen, washing dishes and peeling vegetables for Chef François at Bordeaux on Hollywood. He'd taken culinary classes after high school while working full time. Sadly, Chef François had a heart attack and retired around the time he met Luke.

"You're not listening again," Hima complained, licking her fingers. "Rafi killed it with this wrap. The chicken is amazing, but the cucumber-mint salad and the tamarind chili mayo are next fucking level."

"You're right, I'm not. Sorry about that," he pushed his plate aside.

"Ok, what's got you so rattled? You've handled the press like a champ up until now. Is it Mackie or Hood? Who needs to catch these hands?" Hima stood and assumed a fighter's stance, bouncing on her toes.

"Easy there killer, I can defend my own honor. Mackie is an irritating little mosquito. He just wants gossip, but he's got enough readers so we all have to kiss his ass. Hood gave me one of the few bad reviews we got at Lune, and it stuck. He called us frat boys and said we were trying too hard," Ashton rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed by saying it out loud.

Hima raised her eyebrows and smirked, "I love it when you're petty. You're always so perfect and Zen, it's annoying."

"My therapist would disagree. Oh shit, that reminds me," he straightened up in his chair and grabbed his phone. "I've got an appointment at 2:30. I'll be back before 4," he dropped his eyes to the floor.

"Ashton," her voice was soft but commanding, and he looked up. "I don't know what's going on, and if you don't want to tell me that's fine. I want you to take care of yourself, whatever that takes. Ok?" He nodded and she smiled, "You can tell Dr. Claire that I've confirmed her for 8 pm Saturday, and you're going to personally cook her dinner. We've got the 50th anniversary that night so maybe you could flex and make your Pavlova's? I'll get the berries myself."

"It's a deal; we can comp them champagne, too. I'd better get going before I get yelled at. She's a stickler for punctuality, I think it's a British thing."

"I'll hold things down until you get back," Hima gathered up the dishes and headed out with Ashton right behind her.

*********

Ashton drew a deep breath and exhaled through his nose as the reporter settled in the chair across from him. Kevin Mackie's column in L.A. Metro was the definitive opinion for restaurants on the West Coast. His readers loved the snarky tone, celeb sightings, and bitchy gossip that peppered his column. His reviews could make or break new restaurants.

"Let me start off by saying I love the decor of this place. It's rustic, but not in that played out, hipster-in-the-woods nonsense," he leaned in and lowered his voice towards the end of the comment with a coy smirk.

"You'll find no Mason jars here," Ashton replied, taking the bait. Kevin liked people who liked him, and his most recent column was a snarky takedown of "Pinterest style interiors." Ashton found the article tedious and uninspired, but there was no need to be antagonistic right out of the gate.

Ashton watched as the reporter ordered his lunch from their server Zia. He guessed Kevin to be in his forties, and he thought he could see fresh hair plugs, bleached blonde, and a bit of Botox. Rumor had it, he'd recently split with his long-time girlfriend over a fling with a much younger waiter. Ashton tried not to pay attention to industry gossip. However, his personal problems made their way into the column more than once, and he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction at the other man's problems.

After they'd both ordered, Kevin sat back and took a sip of his Pellegrino water and smacked his lips. "I was here the other night and I have to admit I was prepared to be underwhelmed. A menu based on sandwiches and comfort food sounded like an upscale Applebee's, but I really liked it despite myself. I was surprised to see your main girl was on the mature side, but she's efficient as hell so I get the trade-off."

Ashton's body tensed at the insult to Maisie, and he took a deep breath. Exhaling through his nose he forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Kevin was prattling on with some bit of gossip as Ashton sipped on his iced coffee.

"So let's start with something simple and ease our way into the rough stuff," Kevin set his voice recorder on the table between them. "Tell me how you formulated your top-secret house coffee blend."

Ashton broke into a wide grin as he described taking two months to travel and sample different beans, learn more about the roasting and blending process. Kevin sipped his coffee and nodded as if deep in thought, but his eyes kept wandering to Ashton's biceps. He'd been baking this morning so he smelled of cinnamon, his black t-shirt damp and clingy from sweating under his chef coat.

"So we sell the house blend all year, but we have single-source coffee that's seasonal, all of it fair trade," Ashton finished proudly.

"Coffee has always been your thing if I remember correctly," Kevin said.

"True, true, and once I started roasting my own beans it became a true obsession."

Kevin followed it up with a couple more softball questions about menu details and sandwiches. Ashton expounded on his love of food. "Cooking for someone is a simple way to show care, to be enjoyed almost as much as dining should be. Food is caring and comfort; it sustains us. It brings people together in a shared experience."

"Ooh that's a nice pull quote," Mackie chuckled. "I love when y'all have media training. It makes the bullshit flow much smoother.

Ashton seethed but said nothing. He'd watched this man's pettiness wreck a good opening, and Ashton couldn't do that to his crew. Zia brought their lunch. Ashton noticed Kevin had also ordered the chicken mojito wrap.

"This looks delicious. I think it's a nice touch that you've got so much, let's say diversity, in your restaurant. That you're actually letting them make their own food makes your menu more interesting. Not all restaurants get it. Please tell me you've seen how horribly Finn ripped you off for that tacky Irish pub," Kevin glanced up at him a tiny smirk playing on

"I haven't paid any attention to that," Ashton wanted to end the interview right there.

"Oh come on, you've had to see how much he's trying to recreate the magic you and Luke once had. The menu is tired, I don't give a fuck if he is Irish. Finn has no imagination yet fancies himself an impresario. Luke's still got it though. He even asked when I was coming here. I didn't tell him of course, I'm a professional after all."

"Of course," Ashton nodded checking out of the conversation. The reporter talked as he ate which given the wrap he was eating proved especially messy and little flecks of food kept flying his way. Ashton watched the door, nodding at customers, silently willing someone to come and save him. Kevin was still talking about himself when Hima and Zia came out of the kitchen. Ashton tried to catch their eye when he felt a hand on his arm.

"I wanna ask you about that one," Kevin leaned in so he could almost whisper.

"Who? Hima? What about her?" Ashton was pretty sure he wasn't going to like the answer.

"What's the deal? I've only ever seen you with Luke. Did your palette change that much? India must've been a real spiritual awakening for you huh?" Kevin winked at him, thinking he was clever.

Ashton controlled his breathing trying to keep his temper in check. He looked over at the reporter who kept talking oblivious to the situation.

"Who doesn't like trying something exotic. She seems like a smart cookie. She's darker than most Indian girls you see, like a rich brown butter sauce. I bet she tastes like tumeric though."

"Get out of my restaurant" Ashton hissed, his hands gripping the table to restrain himself from physical violence. "You are not going to insult my staff, my friends, in their restaurant."

Kevin started to speak but Ashton cut him off.

"Not another fucking word" he kept his voice at a low growl so as not to cause a scene. He noticed a couple of the closest tables were already watching them. "You've said enough and I'm barely holding back as it is. Get out of my restaurant, don't ever come back, don't ever speak to me again, and if you trash me in this review I promise you I will find you and fuck you up personally." Ashton stood up and Kevin flinched, the sight would have made him laugh if he hadn't been so furious. He stepped back and the reporter scrambled out of his seat leaving his lunch unfinished. Ashton walked back into the kitchen, Hima fast on his heels. He kicked the door open to the break room and headed for the speed bag hanging in the corner. He'd learned the hard way punching walls usually resulted in the wall winning the fight so he'd given himself something easier on his hands.

Hima watched him from the door, his back and biceps rippling as he went two minutes at full speed. When he finally turned around she could see the anger had cooled somewhat. She hated that her boss looked incredibly sexy when he was angry.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" She asked when he turned back around.

"Nope, it'll just piss me off all over again, and I gotta get ready for another fucking interview. With a guy who already doesn't like me," Ashton put this coat back on and headed into the line to check on Rafi.

At least the second interview can't be worse, she thought, wishing she believed it.

*********

Calum eased his beat up Range Rover into the parking lot of Anne-Marie's amongst the Mercedes, Audi's, and Teslas. He cursed the traffic when he checked the time. He was late, and they were busy. Not a good look he thought, grabbing his bag.

He smiled at the ladies waiting for a table before introducing himself to the impossibly serene hostess. He was quickly led to a table in an alcove not far from the kitchen. As he pulled out his voice recorder and notebook, he noticed a young woman heading his way. Her black hair was knotted tightly in a bun on top of her head, and her chef's coat had a large streak of what might be hollandaise sauce. He remembered his editor, Jacqueline, telling him Anne-Marie's had a female sous chef. He checked the notes she'd given him quickly as she was stopped by a server. Hima, Culinary Institute of America graduate, 23, Indian maybe?

"Hello I'm Hima Singh, you must be Calum Hood," she greeted him. From up close, he noticed that her eyes were a rich golden brown and that her smile didn't reach her eyes. He chalked it up to her youth; his editor said she was 23 but she looked like a teenager. He mentally stopped himself there. He'd become jaded by one too many husband/wife teams in recent years trying to rebrand a post-divorce startup as a "new adventure." While the divorce was true, Calum knew Ashton's history.

"Yup that's me, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hima," he shook her hand, relieved to see her relax a bit.

"Chef Irwin will be out shortly. He's helping with a problem in the back" she glanced towards the kitchen, and Calum had a feeling she was lying.

"Can I get you something while you wait? Do you like coffee? We have a house blend cold brew Chef Irwin selected himself that we roast and grind on-site," she asked motioning towards the sign listing the daily selection of teas and coffee.

"Thanks, but maybe not coffee. I'm nervous enough without more caffeine," he admitted, "but the lavender and blackberry infused lemonade sounds amazing." He smiled and her face softened.

"Absolutely," she signaled to Zia who brought Calum his drink and a basket of warm, fluffy yeast rolls with Anne Marie's cinnamon honey butter. The smell reminded Calum he'd skipped breakfast as his stomach began to rumble.

"So you're Chef Irwin's sous chef? I heard a rumor you were a partner as well," he asked, almost drooling as he tore into the soft bread, watching the steam escape.

"Yes sir," Hima's smile finally reached her eyes, and she sat down across from him. "When he got his core team together for Anne Marie's, there's three of us total. Desean and Rafi are his kitchen managers, and he gave us the opportunity to buy in as minority investors, no pun intended."

"These rolls are incredible. Please take one before I finish this whole basket and ruin my lunch. How long have the three of you worked for Ashton, excuse me, Chef Irwin?" He asked.

"Desean and Rafi were part of his Lune Rouge crew. They go way back, but he met me fresh out of school and took me under his wing," she told him.

"Did you go to CIA?" Calum was jotting down notes, getting a feel for the story.

"I wish, it's so pretty up there. My twin brother attended Brown, and I went to Johnson and Wales so we could stay close."

"You're a twin? Is he a chef as well?" Calum asked.

"Are you kidding? He's a lawyer, of course, my parents had to have one in the family," Hima laughed.

Zia appeared beside their table. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Rafi is looking for you, Hima."

A worried frown replaced her warm smile and Calum felt his nerves bubbling back up. He glanced around and caught sight of Ashton, flushed and sweaty from the heat of the kitchen, poking his head around the corner. Their eyes met, and Calum felt like he'd been hit by lightning.

Hima saw his reaction and whipped around to see what Calum was looking at. Spotting her boss she quickly excused herself and hurried to the back.

Zia cleared her throat and Calum realized she was still standing next to his table.

"Would you like to try Rafi's plantain skewers while you wait? It's my favorite thing here, and it'll leave room for whatever these geniuses cook up," she asked with a smile and a wink.

He nodded and she headed to the server station to put the order in. Calum looked around and started taking notes. The most striking thing about the decor was how they'd used diffused skylights for soft lighting to accent the Nakashima-style crafted wooden furniture. Thanks to his Mom’s love of Antiques Roadshow when he was younger Calum discovered his preference for natural grain wood and bespoke pieces. He liked the use of pastel neon signs to complement the muted green and blue tones of the mosaic tile floors and he thought the framed pictures of what he assumed were family photos of the staff provided a really nice personal touch. The largest photo was in the bar of Ashton and his mother, the restaurant's namesake, Anne Marie.

Zia set a plate down in front of him. "The boss will be out in a minute., Let me get you some more tea," she told him.

The skewers consisted of chunks of pineapple, plantain, red onion, and sweet potato grilled and dusted with chili powder and brown sugar served with a yogurt sauce for dipping.

Calum was almost finished with the first one when Ashton came out of the back, making his way towards him. The chef stopped to talk to several customers, the hostess, and Zia before he made it to Calum's table. Cal licked his fingers, wiping his hands clean with a Sani-wipe before standing up and offering a handshake.

Ashton took his hand and Calum wasn't expecting it to feel so soft. Caught off guard Calum stammered out an introduction as he sat, but he noticed Ashton just nodded, barely listening.

"If today isn't a good day we can reschedule," Calum sipped his tea, his throat suddenly dry.

"I'm here aren't I?" Ashton snapped. He folded his arms across his chest, his hazel eyes narrowing at Calum. "I still remember your first review you know."

Calum's pulse was racing. He hated confrontation, and he hadn't expected Ashton to kick off right away. He knew he'd better suck it up and apologize if this wasn't going to go completely off the rails.

"Listen, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have been such a dickhead." As he spoke Ashton scoffed at him and Calum felt his cheeks get warm. "I was young and stupid. I let something personal affect that review. I'm sorry."

"Personal? With Luke? What do you mean by that?" Ashton went from annoyed to hostile.

Calum realized he'd said something wrong but wasn't sure what exactly. He was floundering trying to think of what to say next.

"Nothing with Luke, no no no. I was involved with Finn and we weren't getting along. It's so stupid I know, but I think you're a great chef. The new place looks incredible, and Hima is a delight."

The anger drained from Ashton's face, leaving him looking empty and sad. His head dropped to his chest, and Calum held his breath waiting for him to speak.

"I'm really sorry, it's not you, but I can't do this right now. Maybe we can reschedule or something. My apologies, but I have to get back to work," Ashton mumbled, standing up.

Calum spotted Hima watching them from the podium, chewing on her lip, her black eyes wide with concern as Ashton hurried back to the kitchen. Calum started to get up but she was too quick for him.

"Well, aren't you lucky. I'm going on my lunch and I hate to eat alone," she slid back into the seat across from him. "Please forgive my boss. He's had a rough day, but I'm better company anyway." She waved to Zia who headed their way. "You gotta try the toasted gnocchi with gorgonzola cream sauce if you like cheese, but if you want something lighter the apple carrot kale wrap is excellent too," she smiled at him, and to her relief he smiled back, both of them realizing the situation might be salvageable after all.

(A/N: y’all my tag list, much like my life, is a hot mess. I know some of what I write isn’t for everyone. If you want tagged in part 2 of this fic or my upcoming smuts, pink kink series, or dad!calum series please let me know. I apologize for my previous mistake)

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years

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Seeking Mercy-Chapter 1

A/N: Here it is. The third act of this story that, to be honest, is just a one-shot that took on a life of it’s own. LOL!! I want to thank @the--blackdahlia for the awesome aesthetic she made for this!!

And now back to the Dean/YN/Adam saga.

Stepping out of the shower, she dries off before moisturizing her skin, grimacing at the feel of the blemishes that mar her body.

The few wounds she carries aren’t what bothers her though; no, she wears those with honor. It’s the discolored, thin and ragged lines that taunt her. But, after carrying two children inside her womb, what does she expect?

She knows she should feel this way. Her husband has done more than enough to prove to her that he still loves and wants her. And she loves her kids with everything in her.

Their daughter is a rambunctious 4 year old who is into everything and wants to learn anything she can. That’s why she is in her 2nd year of preschool. Their son is as rough and rowdy as any 3 year old little boy could be. They both take after their father in more ways than just looks.

Once dressed, she heads out of the bathroom to Kash’s room to make sure he is still down for his nap. She still can’t believe she let the man she married name their son after one of his favorite songs; well, ‘let’ might not be the word to use.

After being in labor with him for over 48 hours, she had to have a cesarean and after they delivered him, she began hemorrhaging and almost died before they got the bleeding to stop. Needless to say, she was out of it when it came to naming their newborn son, leaving the task to her husband. The paperwork was already in place by the time she woke up.

The little sandy-brown haired boy was sleeping soundly in his bed so she continued on through the house toward the kitchen. She had to get dinner started shortly because their dad was picking their daughter up from school on his way home from work.

He and his partner had been called in for backup on a case and had been gone for three days. He had promised though that they were returning today and he would do the school pickup, knowing it would surprise his little girl; to have her big, brave dad be in the pickup line outside of the schoolhouse. But she also suspected that he liked the attention all the staff gave him when he showed up in his suit. One thing is for sure, he looked really great all dressed up.

Dean, Sam and Mary walk into the station at the Stillwater Headquarters, all suited up and ready to play their “parts”; Agents Criss and Frehley, along with their lackie/agent-in-training Ms. Ronstadt.

Dean smiles at the receptionist and points toward Donna’s office, which the receptionist nods the okay for them to enter. As soon as Dean opens the door though, he can tell something is off; Donna looks shocked and surprised to see them. She hurries and puts something away into a desk drawer and locks it before standing up and smiling.

“Dean. Sam,” she says as she walks around the desk between them. “How good to see you.”

“Yea, you too Donna,” Sam says and side-eyes Dean, questioningly. “Uh, you called about a case.”

“Really?” Donna answers, leaning her head to the side. “Oh! That’s right. I did. Duh, it’s been crazy around here lately.”

“So, Stillwater isn’t all that still, huh?” Mary asks, drawing Donna and both boys’ attention to her. Donna squints her eyes and looks at the woman standing behind the two giants.

“Who are you?”

Dean looks around, making sure no one can overhear him and then puts his arms around Mary’s shoulders.

“Donna Hanscum, meet Mary Winchester. Our mother,” he announces with pride.

“Well, now ain’t that just a kick in the pants,” Donna says with a smile spread across her face. “I’ve always wanted to meet ya!” She stretches her hand toward Mary. “Where have they kept you hidden away?”

At that point, Dean knows something is amiss. Sheriff Donna Hanscum is well aware that Mary Winchester died in 1983. Throughout the years since they’d met the kooky officer, they had all become pretty close; hell, Donna was a bridesmaid at his and Y/n’s makeshift wedding. Donna knew their mom was dead.

‘Was’ being the operative word, seeing as the woman in question is standing there shaking hands with their friend and associate. Dean takes the time to get a good look at their colleague, seeing if he could tell what was wrong with her.

As Dean scans over Donna’s features, he takes notice of the way her uniform is neat and clean. Donna Hanscum usually has at least one stain on her uniform shirt before lunch but here it is late afternoon and the outfit looks like it just came from the cleaners. Dean looks over the women’s heads at Sam to see if he has caught the little nuances.

"Uh Donna-" Sam speaks up after his and Dean's silent conversation; something was definitely going on with the perky sheriff. "-you called us. Pretty sure you had a case of our kind here?" Sam reminds her.

"Oh," the sheriff sighs. "Sure, sure. Well, I took care of that."

Dean notices how Donna's eyes dart around the room, not making contact with any of them.

"Well, what was it?"

"Um, it was just some kids goofing off."

"Kids?" Dean asks, inquisitive. "How were kids making other people disappear and then come back changed? Like they were coming off a massive binge?"

"Oh, is that what I said?" Donna answers, acting even more squirrelly. "Uh, I was wrong."

"Well, I think we're gonna stick around and interview a couple of them," Sam says, Mary and Dean nodding in agreement.

"Okie dokie!"

Hearing the front door open, she knew it was just a matter of time before her daughter would come bursting through, happy that her dad was home and had picked her up from school.

Sure enough, the little brown-haired girl came running in with the biggest smile on her face; her green eyes sparkling.

"Hi mom."

“Hey sweetie," she says as she stirs the pasta. "How was school?"

As she listens to her daughter recount the events of her day, her eyes catch movement behind the kid.

As he walks in, her breath catches in her chest. Seven years of marriage and two kids later and he still takes her breath away! Tall and built, chiseled cheekbones, bright green eyes surrounded by laugh lines when he smiled and sandy brown hair styled to perfection. He was literally sex on bowed legs.

Once the little girl was done with her account of her day, she slid off the chair and headed upstairs.

Her husband sauntered over to her with a smirk on his face. He knew the effect he had on her, she had told him once not so long ago.

"I missed you D," he says as he puts a finger under her chin and raises it to capture her lips. "So fucking much."

"Missed you too babe," she whines. "And, I got done while you were gone."

"Done? Done with wh…" he trails off once realization hits. "Oh. Aunt Flo finally left?"

"Yep," she says, popping the 'p'.

"What a welcome home!" He chuckles as his hand slides down her side and slips between her thighs. "My dick sure has missed this pussy."

Her eyes roll as he applies pressure to the seam of her jean shorts right against her clit.

"If I could I'd bend you over and fuck you right here, right now."

Her whimpers are drowned out when Kash's cries sound through the monitor on the counter.

"Daddy duty calls."

With another kiss, he takes his hand from her crotch and sniffs his fingers before turning around to head upstairs.

At the bottom step he pauses and looks over his shoulder. "I'll show you tonight just how much I've missed you."

A shudder runs through her at his promise. 'That man is going to be the death of me', she thinks as she watches him ascend the steps.

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hockeytrashgoblin · 4 years

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Glitter ~ Jesperi Kotkaniemi

A/N: hey yall how goes it? I’m super sick and have been for like a month and just keep getting worse so that’s fun but I’ve been reading a lot and watching a lot of hockey and I just have to say that Jesperi is like the cutest fucking thing?? like how?? why?? who let this happen?? anyway this song glitter has been stuck in my head for days and I just thought it was cute and This is cute so I mean enjoy. It’s just pure happy cute fluff

I don’t know how I ended up in the situation I was in. I was sitting in Jesperi’s crowded house for a housewarming party. I barely knew the guy but I was really good friends with Nick and he was the one who dragged me over. I had of course seen Jesperi around before and I had talked to him before but we weren’t close by any means. Not that I hadn’t wanted to be, the boy was funny and quite frankly adorable in a really innocent kind of way which made me nervous around him. Tonight was no exception to that, it had been super awkward when I first walked in with Nick, neither one of us really knowing what to say to each other.

It was really warm in the house with all the people inside, it didn’t help that people were leaving the doors open letting the summer heat in as well. I made my way through the sweaty bodies to the kitchen to get a drink. I wasn’t drinking alcohol tonight though, someone had to make sure Nick didn’t die. Even though I’m sure the older members of the team wouldn’t let him get that drunk it still made me feel better to be sober when he was letting loose the way he was. When I got into the kitchen I saw him stumbling around talking to Jesperi.

“(Y/N) come here!” Nick yelled slurring his words. I laughed but went over to them.

“What’s up Nicky?”

“Drink with us?”

“I’m not drinking tonight. You know that.”

“Come on, just one? We’re trying to celebrate Kk getting a house.”

“I’m here to celebrate, I’m not here to get trashed.” I said flicking his forehead making Jesperi laugh and me smile at the sound.

“Ow! You’re boring. I’m going to the bathroom. Talk to Kk. Be nice.”

“I’m always nice asshole.”

“Oh yeah really nice.” he said rolling his eyes leaving the room leaving me and Jesperi fairly alone except for a few drunk people getting drinks.

“This is-” “Are you-” you both spoke at the same time making you both laugh awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” he asked.

“Um I was just saying that this is a really nice place you’ve got.”

“Oh yeah? Thanks. I really like it.”

“Yeah it’s really cool. What were you trying to say?”

“Oh um I was just going to ask if you were having fun.”

“Yeah I’m having a pretty good time! Sorry for like, crashing the party. Nick just kinda dragged me along.”

“No worries. The more the merrier.” he gave me a big smile and my heart beat a little faster in my chest. The combination of his smile and his accent really did things to my brain. Made it a bit of a puddle not gonna lie.

“How are you liking it in Montreal?”

“It’s okay. Very different still but I think I’m used to it.”

“That’s good I’m glad to hear it.”

“What about you? I know you didn’t live here very long.”

“How did you know that?”

“Nick told me. Said you guys grew up together in Ontario.”

“Oh, yeah we did. It’s a change but it’s fun. I picked up on speaking french again which was good because I kind of wasn’t good at speaking it anymore.”

“I didn’t know you spoke french.”

“Yeah I was completely bilingual as a kid but as an adult I have trouble speaking the words in a conversation so I’m getting much better at it.”

“That’s cool. I do not speak french.”

“That’s fine. You still speak two languages so you’re still pretty cool I’d say.” I tell him leaning on the counter, bumping my hand against his arm making us both smile.

“Okay if you guys are done flirting now, I’m back. Now a shot?” Nick said loudly putting his arms around the two of you.

“Will taking a shot get you off my dick?” I asked him annoyed.

“Yes.”

“Then fine. Go get some glasses you pain in the ass.”

“We’ll just take one. I’m not really drinking tonight either.” Jesperi said quietly.

“How come? It’s your party.”

“Someone has to clean up later.”

“This is fair.”

“Okay you big babies here are your shots.” Nick said giving us the glasses of clear liquid. We all took the shots and I scrunched up my face in disgust.

“That was gross Nicky.”

“Here I brought you chaser.” he said holding up a bottle of juice for me before handing one to Kk too.

“Thanks bub.” he said to Nick taking a drink.

“Let’s go dance or something.” Nick said dragging me away from Jesperi. I tried to grab at him for help but Nick was too fast and he just watched me get pulled away laughing at me. I danced with Nick for a little while before he got distracted by something else. I was about to leave the makeshift dance floor until Jesperi showed up in front of me.

“My turn.” he said smiling.

“Didn’t take you for the dancing type.”

“I’m not. I can’t dance. But neither can Nick and you dance with him.”

“Never said I wouldn’t dance with you, Jes.” I said moving along to the music again with him. It was a lot of goofing around, neither one of us actually dancing, and definitely not grinding like some of the other party goers. I actually spent a lot of time with him goofing around, the clock was nearing 1am when people started leaving. Carey took Nick back to his place so he could take care of him in the morning instead of me and I was very grateful for that.

Eventually everyone had left except for you. You started helping him clean up and you just kept joking around and getting to know each other. It seemed like suddenly he clued in to what was happening because he got quiet for a minute before speaking up again.

“Um..(y/n) you don’t have to stay or help me clean up, I can do it.”

“I don’t mind helping. I’m having fun with you.” I said smiling at him making him blush.

“I just feel bad that you’re cleaning.”

“Well don’t. If I didn’t want to help I wouldn’t.” I said picking things up until a thought dawned on me. “Oh! I mean I don’t have to help, I’ll leave if you want me to? I’m sorry, I probably overstayed my welcome completely. Especially since I wasn’t exactly invited. I’m so sorry Jes-”

“You didn’t. You’re okay. I want you here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Yeah of course.” I said putting a solo cup in the garbage bag he was holding.

“I asked Nick to bring you.”

“You did? Why?”

“I wanted you to come but I didn’t know if you would if I invited you.”

“Jesperi, of course I would’ve come.” we were quiet for a few minutes just cleaning up but it was very awkward. I walked over to where he was sitting and kicked his leg lightly. “Hey you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah good.”

“Sorry you just seem kinda stressed out.”

“I just get nervous sometimes around you. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I get nervous around you too ya know.”

“Wow I’m surprised. You don’t seem nervous at anything.”

“Maybe it’s just you.” I said laughing with him. “Hey do you want to go on an adventure?”

“Adventure? (Y/N) it’s almost 2 in the morning.”

“Yeah come on it’ll be fun.” I reached for his hands and tried to pull him up. I was nowhere near big or strong enough so he just laughed and got up on his own holding my hands.

“What about the mess?”

“It’ll be here when we get back.”

“Okay, lead the way.” he smiled at me and I took his hand in mine leading him out of the house and to my car.

“Where are we going?”

“To a secret fun place!” I said as we started driving down the street. It didn’t take long until we were at the small little parking area on the side of the road. I got out of the car and went to the back grabbing a blanket and lantern. We had stopped at a gas station to get some Timmies and some snacks so he got out and had that bag with him. He took the blanket from me even though I protested.

“Where to now?”

“We walk through the woods.”

“What if we get eaten?”

“Don’t worry Jesperi, I won’t let anything eat you.” except me, I thought quickly shaking my head like an etch a sketch trying to clear the image from my mind. “Let’s go.”

We walked through the forest for a little while before we got to a clearing. In the clearing was an abandoned factory. I pulled down the ladder and started climbing.

“Up we go.”

“Is this safe?”

“I dunno, probably.”

“(y/n) what does that mean?”

“It means technically I don’t know if it’s safe but Nick and I have been here a hundred times and are still fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“We don’t have to come up if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Jes.”

“No it’s okay. Let’s go up.”

“Okay let’s go.” I smiled wide and finished climbing up, reaching over to grab the stuff from him so he could come up. I set up the blanket and laid down patting the spot next to me. “Come lay down.”

“Can I have my pringles?”

“Of course you can.” I said laughing getting them out of the bag while he laid down beside me. I gave him the chips and laid down looking up at the stars. We stayed there for a while listening to music quietly on my phone while I pointed out constellations and told him the stories about them. I hoped that he missed the part where I stuttered through a bit of a story because he intertwined his fingers with mine. He didn’t though because when I looked over he was smiling at me almost laughing. His eyes were glittering like the stars and it took everything in me not to get lost in them.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not.” he said letting out a small giggle.

“You are so!” I exclaimed laughing with him. I looked over and he was looking at me already making me laugh again. “God you’re too cute for your own good.”

“I’m too cute for your own good.” he joked winking at me.

“Now that’s just the truth.” I said laughing, turning over to face him. I traced his cheek with my index finger making him blush and smile. “Definitely too cute for me to handle.”

“That’s crazy coming from you. You’re so cute. I look at you all the time.”

“So do I. That’s why you make me nervous, you’re just so adorable I don’t know what to do.”

“You are.” he started closing the distance and I sat up Making him groan and laugh.

“No time for that, love. We have a couple more stops before the night is over.” I got up and started gathering our stuff before going over to the ladder and crawling down. Once we were both down and walking through the woods again he grabbed my hand and I just smiled at him as he kissed my forehead. It didn’t take long before we were at a park with a giant hill and a big playground. The park didn’t last very long. He pushed me on the swings and climbed around a little bit on the jungle gyms. It was mostly him just chasing me which was filled with giggles and squeals. I felt like a little kid again being chased by the cute boy I liked and it was such a pure good feeling. Whenever he caught me he’d try to give me a kiss which I would tease him and duck away. He was getting frustrated but I thought it was funny. At one point we had a race to see who could roll down the hill faster. All that could be heard was giggles as we rolled. When I got to the bottom Jesperi was already there. He crawled over and leaned over me.

“I win.”

“Yeah you won fair and square.”

“What’s my prize?” he asked with a smirk holding my hand and playing with my fingers.

“I dunno, what do you want?”

“A kiss.”

“That’s reasonable I think.”

“I agree.” I pushed myself up leaning close to him for a kiss before last minute brushing my lips on his cheek. He shocked me by bringing his leg over to straddle me and lay on top of me. “Why can’t you just kiss me? Why be such a tease?”

“I wanted to build anticipation.” I said joking around bring my hands up his sides making him shiver. “Besides like I said before, you make me nervous. I’m nervous about this.”

“Don’t be nervous. I just want to kiss you..can I please?”

“You’re so sweet Jesperi. Come here.” I put my fingers in his hair and brought his face down to mine where I kissed his cheek again making him groan louder and roll off of me. I took the opportunity to get on top of him, his hands going to my hips immediately to hold me there. “I’m just kidding baby.”

“Not funny.”

“I’m sorry.” I said holding his face bringing my lips to his finally. His reaction was my favourite. He jumped a little bit and made a surprised noise as if he wasn’t expecting it to ever happen. His grip on my hips tightened and his lips moved softly against mine. I pulled back and gave him one, two, three, four, small kisses and another long one.

“We should have been doing that all night.”

“Well we still have a bit of night left. A race against the sun now though. What do you want to do?”

“I want to go back to my house where I can kiss you more.”

“I would be more than happy to do that baby.” I got up and tried pulling him up but again was too weak but he pretended I had control over the moment, which I appreciated. We went back to the car and drove to his place but the entire way I was distracted by him. He kept holding my hand and yawning and laughing..it was just too much. Somehow we got back in one piece though. We walked into the house and he kissed me again but he had to break the kiss to yawn which made us both laugh.

“Love you’re so tired..”

“I know I usually sleep a lot. I was tired before we left.”

“Why did you agree then?”

“I wanted to spend more time with you. Have an adventure with you.”

“We could’ve done it any time. You could’ve asked me to do anything anytime.”

“I didn’t want to chicken out again and have to come up with another reason for Nick to bring you around.”

“You’re such a sweetheart.” I said leaning up to kiss him again. “But you really should go to sleep now since you’re so sleepy.”

“Maybe you should stay here with me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Then okay. Do you have a shirt I could sleep in?”

“Do you need one?” he asked smirking again.

“Whoa now Jesperi, at least buy me dinner first.” I said laughing with him.

“I will. I’ll buy you as many dinners as you want. If you’ll let me of course.”

“Is this you asking me on a date?”

“Many dates.” he corrected with a smile.

“Okay deal. I will go on many dates with you. But first we sleep, because you need it.” I laughed as he yawned again. I let him drag me through his big house until we got to the master bedroom. We got changed and crawled into the massive bed. I cuddled up under his arm wrapping my legs around his.

“I’m really glad you came tonight (Y/n).”

“Me too Jes, me too.”

#jesperi kotkaniemi #canadiens #hockey #hockey imagines #nhl story #nhl imagine

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stagtic · 4 years

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An Anonymous Caller said:

That was sent in reference to the fandom thinks Al's got a big dick post. I'm aware ya boi is trans xD

( oh, i’m aware! i just got too tired to answer it last night, so i saved the dumb joke i wanted to make about it until today. i wasn’t offended, just saw the chance to make a Goof and took it. )

#;ask #;out of broadcast #Anonymous #suggestive //

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fearfearer · 4 years

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more thoughts about the magnus archives as i reread the transcripts

i was thinking about how gertrude robinson was really an extraordinary person (not extraordinarily Morally Sound, but extraordinary) just because of who she was, whereas the only extraordinary things about jonathan sims are things that have been arranged for him (i.e. his role). i don't mean this as a diss for jonathan, as i'm not extraordinary either. it's just striking that gertrude was so driven and confident compared to jon. of course, now we know that basically everything she did was in the pursuit of a moot goal (i.e. killing people in order to stop rituals that were already doomed to fail) so maybe my point is somewhat moot as well.

i've been doing some rereading of episodes on my phone (i.e. away from this text document on my computer) and i'll have a realization like "right, i should note that down when i get back to my computer" and i have forgotten all of them now that i am back at my computer. suffice it to say there are quite a few things i misheard/misunderstood on the first listen, unsurprisingly.

reading through the first 20 or so episodes i'm surprised by how well i remember each of them, considering i was listening like 4 episodes a day when i started. then again, it was only a month or two ago that i even listened to them, so one should hope my memory is at least this good. anyway the first episode i'm re-listening instead of rereading is 22 bc that's the first one where we hear martin's voice, i'm pretty sure

i've also noticed some errors in the official transcripts, which aren't a big deal because obviously what matters most is the audio, but still... some of them have been simple typos. magnus archives hire me as your official transcriptionist and i'll make all your transcripts 100% error-free bc im smatr

(reading through the rest of the transcripts and my standards went way down in terms of grammar/stylistic consistency, as most of the later ones are fan transcripts by several different people. i found quite a few mistakes, but obviously i have no particular way to help fix them short of sending an email to the tma transcripts fansite person like “hey there’s all these mistakes. upload my good version instead?” bc i’m not that much of a dick)

the whole reason martin went to the spider guy's building was because he didn't want jon to be disappointed in him for not doing Due Diligence. he says so twice. then he went back for the same reason. it seems the fandom joke is "jon asks his assistants to do crimes for him" but in this case martin is like "oh no maybe i didn't do enough crimes to satisfy jon"

jon was doing his archivist voice HEAVILY in season 1, huh?

tim's first appearance is so jovial compared to how he ends up...

if this boat lady is speaking spanish in brazil, then it doesn't matter if it was "bad spanish" or not. anyway now i understand why we already knew peter lukas was serving the lonely by the time jon mentioned offhand that peter lukas was serving the lonely. it was my whole “let’s not bother noting down any FREQUENTLY RECURRING names”

well i guess robert smirke was a real person. should i feel dumb about this? idk. it’s such a fictional-sounding name, to be fair. but i guess that set the precedent of using a real person as an important historical figure in the fiction that we see happening again when edmund halley is referenced later on. also episode 35 has foreshadowing for the separation of 14 powers, and people thought it was 13 because they mention 13 halls PLUS the one they came through.

totally forgot about tim goofing around in episode 39... he was really not having the worst time at this job before bad things started happening and he realized he was trapped, huh

the worms were trying to make a doorway into the Worm Wealm

ep 40 jon's like "I need to hear it. I need to record it. Or else I can't finish." (lightly abridged)

listening to the season 1 Q&A for the first time and EARL BIGMAC

also good to know there's only going to be 5 seasons. very good to know. this seems like a good kind of series to write with a fixed endpoint in mind, as it's very easy to do an episode that has effectively no bearing on the MetaPlot but which is still a short story in itself and therefore doesn't count as "filler"

jonathan sims performs with a mythical space pirate music cabaret. so he IS a ham

jonny says, "no rude words. i could say bums, maybe..." (alexander j newall does a laugh while i do the exact same laugh irl) "...but i won't."

some dumbass writing into the Q&A to ask if the background music is diegetic... get a podcast brain, ya fool. though for my part, i have to say that one of the most striking things about this podcast when i first started listening (though i never made a note of it before) was the Too Spooky Music, and i didn't like it at all. the reason was that i am, and have been, vulnerable to Getting Spooked about irrational things at night, such that it becomes really hard to fall asleep... and one of the things that has an outsize effect on my level of Spookédness is spooky audio. so if i was watching a video at night and i was worried it would Get Me Spooked, i would just turn the sound off, and it would turn out fine. but obviously you can't turn the sound off on a podcast. and i've been listening to podcasts after work, i.e. after 5pm, and i go to bed at like 8 or 9pm because i'm old. so the way it turned out was that even if the actual subject of the podcast wasn't that scary to me, the music would amplify it in an unpleasant way and make me more likely to have trouble sleeping. also i think most of the episodes would have been fine without the music, or maybe with some less intentionally-disconcerting background music.

this just in: i seem to have totally missed episode 50 on my first listen-through, despite having gone in linear order. bc i'm listening to it now and i've definitely never heard this before. fortunately it doesn't seem to have much of a bearing on the rest of the series, so it's not like i missed any crucial information. tbh the only worthwhile bit was a brief moment of tim being a ham, which was good. i hope i didn't miss any other episodes the first time... still don't know how i managed to miss this one.

the official transcript said [EXTENDED SOUNDS OF BRUTAL PIPE MURDER] ...

so gertrude and leitner WERE played by jonny's parents <:3c i'd thought as much when i saw the cast names but i like that it's confirmed. his mom is a really good actress too. i always find the gertrude episodes to be striking in a certain way

"it's Fine working with your parents. it's Fine." as someone who worked with my mom for like a year i can confirm this

i'm tickled to find that the official transcripts have a sense of humor. i wonder who is behind them. i also wonder, what is the excuse for not having a full set of official transcripts when it is a script-based show? surely you know what is going to be said beforehand, and you have it written down, and if someone ends up saying something different in the final recording, surely it wouldn’t be too hard to give the original script a little edit, and bam! that’s a transcript. i wonder if this approach is not feasible for some reason.

whenever martin reads statements, he says something about jon... whenever he talks to someone, he says something about jon

i think episode 110 is an instance of the tape recorder turning ITSELF off... at the end of the episode. because they walk away, and they say something distantly, and then it turns off. lots of other times, there had to be a diegetic reason for the tape recorder to turn off at the end.

i noticed something which i missed last time, which was that there is a rumor between melanie and georgie and basira that implies that jonathan is asexual. worth noting, i think. [side note added in later: yeah it’s canon. cool]

also i listened to episode 103 again and yes. i had thought-- i had been SURE-- that the person interrogating the traffic cop (using the asky ability) was martin. but it was actually jon. how did i possibly manage that mistake? i'm not great at distinguishing voices, but i'm not THAT bad. the only possible answer: when i was listening to the episode for the first time... i must have been eating a crunchy snack.

"it doesn't have to make sense! alex has to make it sense." (jonny sims re: writing the spiral)

glad to know that jonny sims regrets using his own name for the protagonist. doesn't make a difference either way at this point but yeah

YES i knew episode 100 was improvised. and i see, all the statementers had actually had supernatural experiences, but because the archivist was absent, their statements didn't have the coherence and clarity normally lent to them by the eye (in exchange for becoming cursed). i think melanie or basira actually said pretty much that in the episode itself, but i still couldn't be sure that all of those people had something real to talk about.

"in the same way that tim is dead, michael is helen." good shit

the archivist is canon a bit of a drama queen. the first bullet point in my first tma notes document is vindicated

jonny sims mentions another podcast (apocrypals) that sounds 100% up my alley, so that is appreciated, i will add that to my list i think. (listened to episodes 0 and 1 of apocrypals and i'm heavily struck by how VERY clearly i can hear the smiles in chris sims's voice. i did not know smiling could be so audible, truly.) (listened to quite a few more episodes of apocrypals and it’s certainly entertaining at times. i should’ve been reading along though. maybe some other time)

I DIDN'T LISTEN TO THE SEASON 4 TEASER THE FIRST TIME AROUND.........................................

i must confess something that people who know me well may already know: i hate when stories have a bad ending. an unhappy ending. a painful ending. a hopeless ending. bittersweet is the furthest in that direction i can tolerate. my perspective, which is pretty deep-seated, is that there's no point in getting to know and love characters if you're only going to be hurt by that connection to them when the end turns out to be bad. if i have even a mild inkling that a story is heading toward a bad ending, i make a conscious effort to regard all characters from afar and not develop any strong attachments. this is not so much "how i think all stories need to be," but rather, "the characteristics a story needs to have to appeal to me personally." so i understand that my view is very subjective and mostly based on my own mental weakness. but i can't help but apply it to the media i consume. and the idea that someone would do something like "make characters very human and strongly developed" IN COMBINATION WITH "heading toward a bad end" makes me upset. like, picture a horror movie. think about the characters in a horror movie. with the exception of a main character, if there is one, there's no guarantee that anyone is going to survive to the end of the film... BUT... the characters generally aren't fleshed out and very sympathetic. i wouldn't go so far as to say they're disposable, but you're not SUPPOSED to cry when they die; you're just supposed to get scared. their purpose is as objects of fear, and you never expect or even hope for a happy ending. but in the magnus archives... all i'm saying... is that i would cry if any of the remaining members of the main cast died. and it seems clear that we're not heading to a happy ending. so i'm somewhat afraid, and not in a good way. i don't know how much i can trust jonny sims to give me the story i want, and obviously, i'm not entitled to it.

if your name is jonathan and you want to shorten it, the short form is jon. it ain't john, no matter what the official transcripts say. where'd you get that h, huh? stole it from someone else's name? are you shortening it like JOnatHaN? you can’t just be that sneaky!

i listened to scrutiny again and it hits so hard. now, in heart of darkness, when manuela begs jon not to force her statement, it's really heavy given the direct context of the previous two episodes where we see how compulsion works and how it hurts.

also when jon was talking about how to destroy the dark sun and he was like "i just need to see it," when i first heard it, i assumed he meant something along the lines of, "by seeing it, i will learn how to destroy it." but now i understand that the mere act of the eye seeing it destroys it, because being known is what the darkness is weakest to.

the magnus employees who work in the library probably at least have a LITTLE BIT of a feeling that they work in an almost normal place, given that jon and all his assistants were able to have that impression before transferring to the archives. so i wonder how the magnus library people feel about their institute's director getting arrested for double murder and now the big boss is a completely unrelated ship captain who seems to want nothing to do with the place but simultaneously is trying to continue business as usual

on second listen, listening to jon ask helen when the guilt stops (wrt hurting people in order to feed one's patron fear) is pretty chilling. because it seems like he's definitely accepting that he will have to hurt people, and what he's concerned about is how bad it makes HIM feel. of course, helen then answers with precisely what i just wrote, so...

i should've read the transcript for episode 159 instead of relistening because i forgot that peter lukas's actor got so gravelly and hard to listen to in this one. anyway, time to re-listen to the season 4 finale... then i'll listen to the season 4 Q&As and stuff... and then the new episode. (DOKI DOKI DOKI DOKI DOKI)

i heard in the Q&A that the voice of peter lukas did multiple takes for episode 159?! but it was because of technical difficulties. right. because i can’t imagine the way it turned out being deemed the best take. sorry

ok, things i missed last time i listened to 160: daisy and the other two hunters are missing. also jon mentioned "magnus's body" and martin mentioned "an old man's corpse" and at the time i took this to mean (somewhat unthinkingly) that when jon and martin returned from the lonely, they killed elias/jonah's body. which would be a weird thing to happen "off-camera," so to speak. so i think i must have been wrong? slightly confused. ok, no, i'm now sure that elias survived, so i must have misunderstood. definitely alive.

as martin leaves and jon is about to begin the statement, he sounds so peaceful and satisfied. that's good acting.

by the way, in one of the previous few episodes, i noticed that jonah seems to have body-swapped by switching out his eyes into his preferred body, which i'm pretty sure i missed the first time.

i like that jonny sims checks reddit to see whether people have solved the mystery. that's just a really funny way to do things, sneaking a peek like "hmm how mysterious is my mystery? let's see who has figured it out..." and for the record, i wasn't even close to figuring it out. but to be fair to myself, i didn't try. like i said from the beginning, i started listening with the intent of going along for the ride. plus the mystery had already been solved before i started listening to the series, so it's not like i had a lot of time in between updates to contemplate whether elias was jonah, etc.

JON'S AMERICAN ACCENT FOR THE IONIZED YEAST AD

ALEX WAS THE VOICE OF JARED HOPWORTH?! i mean it was so messed up it could have been anybody but god

ALEX DIDN'T LET GERTUDE CACKLE

i've listened to the bloopers (including a gertrude cackle?) and the season 5 trailer (martin seems slightly cavalier about the end of the world but maybe he's just trying to keep his shit together for jon) and i'm going to listen to the new episode Soon.

final conclusion on rereads/relistens: i had pretty poor comprehension of some important happenings. i’m realizing just how easy it is to mishear/fail to hear exactly what is happening in a podcast when you’re doing other stuff at the same time. there are still a couple things i don’t quite understand, but i think i’ll have a look around the wiki one of these days.

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