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bloatedandalone04 · 3 months
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The Perks
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➪the one where you get to experience all the perks that come with being james’ wife and biggest supporter.
Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), semi-public smut, swearing, hair pulling
Word Count: 1.8k
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It was nearing one in the afternoon when you arrived at J Kelly Auto, a takeout bag in hand and a dumb smile on your face as you waved at one of the mechanics. You walk past the garage and pull open the door to the lobby part of the building, your smile growing when you catch sight of James. 
He was leaning against the front of the desk, his arm crossed over his chest as he listened to someone on the phone. The arms of his work jumpsuit were tied around his waist, his toned biceps on full display as the white muscle tee he wore under it did nothing to hide them. His various tattoos were on full display as well and your eyes trail over every one of them as you waited for him to be done with the call.
His shirt was stained with oil already, despite you spending more than half an hour the previous night trying to get it clean again once he came home smelling like motor oil and cigarettes. 
James slumped back a bit more as the person rambled on, but as his gaze swept around the room before landing on you, he stood up again. “Hi,” he mouthed, grinning over at you while you swayed on your heels by the door. “Uh huh. Well, what you can do right now is bring it in and we’ll see if we have the parts you need. If we don’t, I’ll send in an order for them. Alright, no problem. See you soon.”
He reached behind him and set the phone down before reaching out to you, his hands finding their home on your waist once you were standing in front of him. “Hi,” you greet him with a small smile, kissing him quickly afterwards. 
“Hi, baby,” he said back, bunching up the fabric of your dress as he pulled you a bit closer. “You look pretty.”
You smile at him, sliding your free hand up his arm until your fingers are able to wrap less than halfway around his bicep. “Thanks, Jamie,” you blush under his gaze as you look around the near-empty room. “Slow day?” 
“If by slow day you mean we’ve had three customers today, then yeah, it’s a slow day,” he answered, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling your body up against his. His eyes raked downwards, pausing at your somewhat exposed chest before going further. You knew what you were doing when you chose to wear your white sundress with the small blue flowers that matched his eye color almost perfectly. It never failed to drive him crazy, and you could tell he was holding himself back right now. 
While he was pretty into PDA, James still didn’t want the few customers in the lobby to witness his inability of keeping his hands to himself whenever you are around. “I brought you lunch,” you tell him and hold the bag up, the logo of his favorite fast food place making him smile. 
“You brought me lunch?” He teased, trailing his hands lower down your back. 
You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and standing on the tips of your toes to be able to kiss him. He pulled you closer to him and tried to deepen the kiss, making you laugh at the way his lips chased yours. “I did,” 
“You’re too good to me,” he mumbles, kissing you again quickly. 
Laughing, you pull away and hold up the bag again. “I’m just proud of you,” he smiles at your words, taking it from you. “Always.”
“Thanks, baby,” he murmured, taking your left hand in his free one. His thumb turned your rings as he added, “Now I’m starving.”
You perk up at that, “Oh, good, because I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten or not-”
The shaking of his head made your words die on your tongue, and you watched as he looked around before walking backwards to the office door, pulling you with him as he went. “I’m not hungry for food,”
You get the hint pretty much instantly, a blush taking over your face as you glance back at the customers who seemed to have no idea of the words that were being exchanged between you and James. “Right now? Here?”
James pulled you into the office that was labeled as his own before closing and locking the door. “Right now,” he confirmed, shutting the blinds on the doors window and setting the fast food bag onto the table next to it before making his way over to you in three strides. His hands grab hold of your hips and he pushes you against the side of the desk, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your dress as he sinks to his knees. “Here.”
Your eyes widen as he pulls down your panties with one quick tug before he wraps his lips around your clit. “Oh, my God,” you gasp as he sucks on your bundle of nerves harshly. “Jesus, do you have any self control at all?”
James smirks up at you with a shrug, “Not when it comes to you,” he answered, nudging your right thigh to rest on his shoulder as he licked a stripe up your folds. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your engagement ring and wedding band being barely visible in the dark strands. 
“You’re on the clock, Jamie,” you point out in a breathless tone. “This is what you’re getting paid for?”
He raised his brow at you as he used the tattooed fingers of his free hand to gently split your slick entrance. “I think you’re forgetting that I’m my own boss,” he rasped, slowly fucking his index and middle fingers into you. 
You whine a bit as you grip the edge of the desk. “How could I ever forget that?” You ask, biting down harshly on your lip to stifle the loud moan that threatened to escape you. “Don’t you know how proud I am of you?”
James nodded, kissing your inner thigh as he fucked his digits into you. “Of course I do,” he answered. “You tell me it everyday.”
“Because it’s true,” you whisper then moan. “Jamie.”
“I know,” he hummed, staring up at you with dark blue eyes. You didn’t need much of a build up for you to be ready to fall apart for him, and he knew this. The way you were helplessly clenching around his fingers told him all he needed to know, and he sped up a bit, making sure to brush his thumb against your clit with every thrust of his hand. “My wife is the prettiest thing in the world.”
His compliment makes your face flush as you grip onto the hair on the back of his head, squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck,” he knew what he does to you, and you didn’t have to open your eyes to know he is smirking. “James.”
Your voice held a sense of warning, but he didn’t need to hear it to know that you are close. After being together for nearly six years and married for just under one, you and James knew each other like the backs of your hands. “I know,” he repeated his previous words, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue as you squirmed against him. 
Your walls clenched around his fingers and your stomach flexed as you felt the knot begin to steadily form. “Oh, God,” you murmur, not wanting to be too loud since he still had customers in the other room. 
James looked effortlessly hot right now, with his face buried against you, his fingers deep inside you and his movements slow. He wasn’t rushing even though he is currently at work and will probably be needed soon by one of the other mechanics. He was taking his time with you, getting you off slowly in the way he knows you love. 
You reach down and brush your thumb against his cheek, wiping away the smudge of dirt and oil that had collected there since he started his shift. “If you think I’m pretty,” you struggle to say as he curls his fingers, the tips brushing against your sweet spot. “You must have no idea how perfect you are, Jamie.”
He shook his head, pulling away from you but keeping his fingers deep within you. “I’m not the perfect one, baby,” he brushes you off, but all you could focus on was the wetness that coated his lips and chin. “You’re so fucking perfect, and you’re all mine.”
You moan and grip his hair again, making him grin up at you as he raises his left hand.
“I made sure of that,” he added, wiggling his fingers and showing off his wedding band. 
“James,” you gasped loudly, feeling the knot tighten even more. He just shook his head and wrapped his mouth around your clit again, sucking the bud harshly. You buck against him and push him closer to you with your foot on his back. “I’m close.”
You lean further back on the desk and accidentally knock over the lamp that was sitting on it. James didn’t seem to care at all about the well-being of it as he just pulled your body closer to him as his fingers inched even deeper in you. “I know, pretty girl,” he rasped, quickening the pace of his hand in a way that had you gripping onto him with everything you had in you as you felt your walls spasm. “I want you to come for me. All over my hand.”
His words make your head spin as you writhe against him before the knot unravels. You moan rather loudly as you come on his fingers and then again when you saw the wetness that dripped down his hand as he fucked you through your high. “Fuck, fuck,” you whimper and watch as he slowly pulls his fingers out and kept eye contact with you when he brought them up to his mouth and licked them clean. “Fuck, James.”
He grins up at you before standing to his full height and walking over to the door. “You okay?” He asks over his shoulder. 
“Yeah,” you say as you try to control your breathing. “Give me a sec and I’ll get you off, too.”
James just waved you off as he grabbed the takeout bag before walking back over to the desk and sitting down on the chair. “Don’t worry about it, baby,”
You watch with wide eyes as he pats his thigh and opens the bag, a surprised laugh escaping you. “You’re eating right now?”
He shrugged as he reached over and wrapped his arm around your middle, pulling you onto his lap as he leaned back. “That was a lot of work,” he teased, giving you a chaste kiss before reaching into the bag. “Let me get my strength back and then we’ll talk about you getting me off.”
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sweetdees-gf · 3 months
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Chardee mood board :3
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kaheixe · 2 months
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for you my ftm charlie truthers
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raggedy-albert · 10 months
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OK NEW THEORY
santa fe (prologue) is literally a prologue.
jack and crutchie’s relationship seems slightly different, like they don’t really know each other that well. they’re both just getting used to the idea of having someone there for them. why would jack just be telling crutchie his fondest hopes and dreams if they’ve been best friends and brothers for years?
it’s because this was a few years earlier.
also, the lighting in the background changes. at first, there’s a dark sky like it’s very early morning. then, jack starts talking about his dreams and the sun starts to rise. after the song ends is when it changes to the present. the sky goes back to dark, and race wakes up the other newsies instead of jack.
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miss-galaxy-turtle · 2 months
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Roxie Hart, esp movie Roxie, is a girl kisser
Think about it
All the musical numbers on the movie are her imagination trying to cope w the situation, right?
SHE'S the one putting these gorgeous women in sexy outfits
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SHE'S the one who imagines a whole ass musical number about Queen Latifah being a sugar mama
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That is NOT heterosexual behavior!!!
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pigeonwit · 4 months
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Tipsy Davey is a lovely Davey, easy to blush and fluster – it doesn’t take much more than a smile to send him giggling into his glass, and it drives Jack’s own ego to dangerous heights. He could spend whole nights murmuring compliments in Davey’s ear, tracing his knuckle against Davey’s thigh, listening to him giggle against Jack’s own temple, feebly nudging him away (and letting him come right back) and mumbling "Jackie, stop…" without meaning a word of it.
And then there’s Drunk Davey, when his flush settles high on his cheeks and his bashfulness settles with it. He loses that nervousness he keeps underneath his skin that’s always pulling him back just a little, telling him not to come on too strong. He touches freely, whispers the pads of his fingertips over Jack’s wrists enough to drive him insane, sweeps over the bridge of Jack’s freckled nose and murmurs, “Glory be to God for dappled things…”. The bitter little middle-schooler that still lives in Jack’s mind has always thought that poetry was something just too dorky to be attractive, but that bitter little middle-schooler sure shuts the hell up when Davey whispers pretty things in Jack’s ear on a dark corner of the dance floor. Jack’s not complaining at all.
And then there’s Jack’s favourite – Truly Shitfaced Davey. He’s a rare gift, reserved only for New Years, birthdays and Halloween parties, if his costume is slutty enough. Jack can recount every single Truly Shitfaced Davey encounter he’s ever had, and while they’re nowhere near as suave as Drunk Davey, they are by all means his favourites.
“Face,” Davey mumbles, poking Jack’s cheek and marvelling at the squish of it. Jack has to bite his lip not to laugh.
“Yeah, babe?” He asks sweetly, because he is a wonderful boyfriend, thank you very much.
“Your face… It – you…” Davey’s face pinches as he tries to find his words underneath the drunk haze that’s blanketing his brain. He promptly gives up and groans, waving an arm dismissively as he burrows into Jack’s side. “S’good.”
Jack grins, pressing a kiss to the curls tickling his face. He gives up on trying to stifle his smile – Davey’s too drunk to care, and far too drunk to notice the way he’s staring inquisitvely at Jack’s lips the way he usually stares at a good book.
“Thanks, Davey-mine. Your face is good, too.”
Davey stares at him for a moment, mouth squared and silent for a little too long, until he makes a strangled little squeak and ducks his face into Jack’s neck.
“Shuddup!” He orders as Jack laughs, but he can’t help it. As much as he loves Davey when he’s reciting sonnets from memory, he especially loves him speechless, if only for the novelty of it.
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chrliekclly · 23 days
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charden is v important to me bcuz they recognize their traumas n each othr...
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lovrbooy · 2 months
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highschool charlie to me. ska punk king
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Give me Newsiee Theatre-AU
Give me Stressed-Out Stage Manager Albert and Best Friend-Character Racetrack, who won't stop talking backstage and driving Albert mad.
Give me Set Designer Jack and Love Interest David, who always practices his ballad in the theatre while Jack works on a background, though Jack's really only focusing on him.
Give me Costume Designer Buttons and Chorus Member Elmer, who's constantly accidentally tearing his costume while doing tricks and having to go into Buttons to get it fixed.
Give me Techie Specs and Crutchie, who only signed up to watch their friends perform every night for free, but end up actually enjoying each other's company each show.
Give me Bully Character Spot, who has to slap the lead, Katherine, but has started to apologise afterwards every time they do the scene because they feel bad afterwards.
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paper-gold-theories · 7 months
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Denial
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When even Demencia thinks you're delusional. 🤣
Miss Heed's adrenaline infused rage gave her temporary super strength and was able to overpower Demencia in a choke hold and dunk her face into a punch bowl. Demencia proceeds to kick her in the face and body slams her into a pile of cake.
Honestly if Miss Heed is coming back, I kinda wanna see crazy fight scenes of her (actually fighting), between the Villainous gang, especially where she's crazy enough to take on Demencia 😂.
(original source from teen titans)
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sure Jack Kelly is a real charmer and a flirt, but David Jacobs(particularly 1992sies David) is the biggest f—ing tease on the entire f—ing planet
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bloatedandalone04 · 3 months
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Bring in the New Year - Part 2
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➪the one where you and hayden enter a new year together.
Warnings: swearing, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, public sex, hair pulling, marking, alcohol consumption, soft dom hayden
Word Count: 2.6k | Part 1
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | HAPPY NEW YEAR !
The loud music was almost deafening, and Hayden started looking for the nearest exit so he could escape the noise. 
He pushed his way through the crowd of people, receiving a few light slaps to his back as he neared the sliding glass door. While this wasn’t his first New Years party, not by a long shot, he still felt a bit anxious about how many people were around him.
A family friend of his had thrown the party at his new apartment that was on the twenty fourth floor of the building, and of course Hayden was invited to it. He wasn’t much of a party fan, but didn’t mind that this was his second one this month, the first one being the Christmas Eve party. 
Once he was out on the balcony and set his drink aside, he braced his hands on the railing and took a few deep breaths. It was the end of one of the best years of his life; he moved into a house instead of looking at another apartment, he got engaged and he got a dog. 
He accomplished so much, and he was beyond excited to see what the new year brings. 
The balcony was abandoned except for him, and the dark sky looked beautiful in contrast to the tall, lit-up buildings that surrounded this one. The small light above the sliding door was dimmed, basking the surrounding area in darkness, and he was sure that no one inside was paying attention to him. 
Well, maybe one person was.
The door opening and closing and the sound of heels walking towards him was all Hayden could hear, so he wasn’t caught off guard by the pair of arms that abruptly wrapped around his waist from behind. He didn’t need to hear your voice to know it was you as your vanilla perfume was more than enough for him to be able to relax in your embrace. 
You run your nose along the back of his neck before kissing behind his ear, your heels allowing you to actually reach him since he was a lot taller than you when you weren’t wearing them. “Baby,” you hummed, running your hands up and down his front. 
Hayden leaned back against you, pressing his back to your chest as he turned his head to look at you. “Hi, sweet girl,” he greeted you, placing his hands over yours that were resting on his abdomen. “Are you having fun?”
You hum again, kissing his cheek now that he gave you easier access to it. “I’m having fun trying out all the drinks in your friend’s alcohol cabinet,” you answer as you press your body closer to his. “I just missed my fiancé, missed my man.”
He could hear the seductiveness in your voice and knew all the drinking and dancing you’ve been doing since the two of you arrived had put you in the mood. Still, he was raised to be a gentleman. “Your man, huh?” He laughed, turning his head a bit more so he could look at your eyes. “Are you drunk, pretty girl?”
You give him a sheepish smile as you shake your head, running the tip of your nose along his jaw afterwards. “No,” you answer, raking your hands up his arms and gripping his biceps. “I’ve only had a few sips here and there.” 
Hayden’s lips break out into a grin as he turns around completely and brings his hands up to either side of your face. His thumbs trace the curve of your jaw as he leans in and connects your lips in a searing kiss. 
You return the kiss with a sense of need, gripping the side of his neck with one hand while the other tangles in his hair. You run your tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away and walking backwards, tugging him along with you as you pick up his discarded drink. 
Bringing the rim of the glass to your lips, you sip on the drink while keeping eye contact with him. You swallow and lick the access booze from your red lips as you hand him the drink, and you watch with dark eyes as he finishes it off and sets it down again. He had a much higher tolerance to alcohol than you did, so he was nowhere near being drunk, despite him having more to drink than you did.
You press your lips together as you pull your hand from his and tug his shirt free from where he had tucked it into his jeans. Hayden laughs under his breath as he stares down at you, both your and his hair blowing in the cool wind. “C’mon, baby,” he coaxed, taking your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Let’s go back to the party. We can say goodbye and then I’ll take you home.”
His own words sounded good to him, but you just shake your head and pull him with you to the dark corner of the balcony that was a few feet from the glass sliding door. If Hayden moved a step or two to his left, he would be able to clearly see into the apartment, but you didn’t seem to care at all. “I want you, Hayden,” you mumbled, your fingers beginning to unbutton his white dress shirt. “Here, now. Right now.”
Your lips peppered kisses along the base of his throat, then you trailed your mouth down to his chest. “You’re something else,” he comments as he braces his forearm against the wall above your head. He takes your left hand in his right one and observes a certain finger that had recently accepted a ring. “Ever since I put a ring on you, you’ve been so needy for me.”
You whine as you press a kiss to his lips, slipping your arms around his body and running your hands down his bare back. “Can you blame me?” You asked, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. “You want to spend the rest of your life with me, how can I not want you all the time after you asked me to marry you?”
Hayden laughed, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt but leaving it on. “I told you a long time ago that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” he pointed out, bunching up the fabric of your silver dress. “A ring really made it clear to you?”
You grin up at him. “Yes,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his front to yours. “You want me to be your wife. I’m gonna be your wife.”
He laughs again, kissing along your exposed shoulder. “It’s all hitting you now, huh? Are you sure you’re not drunk?” He teased and you shook your head again. 
“I just love you so fucking much,” you reply, clinging onto him by his shirt and hair. “And I want you so bad.”
Hayden effortlessly picks you up, making you squeal a bit as you hold onto him. “Right now?” He asked, knowing damn well what your answer is. You glance over to your left and feel your heartbeat quicken at the height you are currently at, and the fact that your feet were no longer touching the ground had your grip on him tightening. “Right here?”
Though you were a tad scared to have no real grip on anything other than him right now, and the fact that your life is literally in his hands as you were a mere few inches from the railing, the thrill of it all only added to your lust. You nod and bite your lip, your mouth quickly being covered by his afterwards. “Right here,” you confirm against his lips. “Please, Hayden, fuck me right where anyone can see.” 
Hayden cursed under his breath, gripping the backs of your thighs and pressing his hard-on against your core. “You’re filthy, you know that?” He muttered as he pulled your dress up above your hips. “You want me to fuck you when any one of our friends could walk out and see us?”
Really, the people inside should be the last of his concerns as anyone in the surrounding buildings would easily be able to see you if they were to simply glance out their windows, but he really didn’t care much. 
“And don’t stop even if they do,” you challenge him, earning a throaty groan from him. “Please, baby, I need you so bad.”
He knew that. He could feel the damp spot on your panties as he pushed them aside and gently sunk two of his fingers knuckle-deep into your welcoming heat. “I’ll fuck you,” he stated, not surprised that you had completely turned him on without even really trying. He came out here to get some air and to be away from the craziness, and now here he is; a mere few seconds away from fucking you against the wall of his friend’s new balcony. 
“Please,” you whimpered, tangling your hands in his hair that was quickly becoming messier by the minute. 
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, bracing your body against his thigh as he unzipped his jeans. Once he freed himself, he pressed you right up against the wall and wrapped your legs securely around his waist before teasing your clit with his tip. “I always do, don’t I?”
You nod desperately, bucking up against him at the barely-there friction he was creating. “You do, Hayden,” you fed into his ego without a care in the world. “Always fuck me so good.”
He grinned at you, his usually sweet and sometimes shy girl who had turned into a needy and desperate mess for him. You wanted him so bad, and he was more than happy to give himself to you whenever you ambushed him like this. 
If you needed him in the middle of a party on a twenty fourth floor balcony, then so be it. 
“Hold onto me, baby,” he ordered and you obliged immediately, locking your ankles together and grabbing a firm hold on his shoulders. You moan as soon as he enters you, your walls taking every inch of him until he bottoms out. 
“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, looking down at where you two connected. As he began to slowly fuck into you, proving that he also didn’t really care much for being quick so you weren’t caught, you bite down harshly on your kiss swollen lip. “Oh, fuck.”
Hayden leaned in and sucked a mark onto the skin of your collarbone, your strapless dress giving him perfect access to every inch of your shoulders. “You’re so tight,” he grunted, wondering how you managed to stay as tight as you were the first time he took you like this. No matter how many times he fucks you, your walls stay impossibly tight and have to stretch around him every single time. “So good for me.”
“Hayden,” you moan a bit louder, clinging onto him tightly. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he instantly says back, holding your hips in a firm grip as he practically fucks you into the wall. “Love you so much. You’re so good, letting me fuck you like this when we could get caught at any second.”
It was true. The door wasn’t locked, and there were hundreds of people in that apartment. He could hear them every time they passed by the balcony, and you both knew that any one of them could easily walk out and catch you in the sinful act you are currently taking part in. 
“We’re gonna miss the countdown because you couldn’t wait until we got home to jump on me,” he teased and your face burned in a deep blush. He says that, but really is just as bad as you are. He had gotten hard as soon as your mouth touched his, and he knew he would’ve been walking around the party with you pressed to his front so he could hide his erection if he didn’t take care of it now. 
Though you were quickly beginning to lose yourself in his quick and hard thrusts, you were still coherent enough to say, “You want me, too, don’t even try that right now,”
Hayden laughs, kissing the mark he left on your shoulder before meeting your lust-filled gaze. “Of course I want you,” he rasped. “I want you all the time, baby.”
You moaned loudly and though he knew it wasn’t likely that you could be heard over the loud music, Hayden still looked over and glanced inside the apartment.
The guests were still chatting amongst themselves and seemed to not notice the absence of the two of you, making Hayden smirk as he quickened his pace. While no one was aware of what you were doing, he still had to be a bit quick about it as it was nearing twelve in the morning, and as soon as the new year began, he knew people would start looking for him and you. 
With your back pressed up against the wall and your front pressed up against his chest, you were powerless as you squirmed in his arms. Your hand grips the back of his head and you connect your lips in a deep kiss. “I’m close,” you warn as you clench helplessly around him. 
“Already?” He mocked and you blushed even more. “You really did need me, huh?”
“Hayden,” you whine, trying to buck your hips and meet his thrusts, but you were only able to move a couple of inches. “Don’t tease me.”
“‘M not teasing you, sweet girl,” he promised, kissing you softly for further effect. “I’m giving you what you need, aren’t I?”
You nod quickly, gripping him tighter just as you hear the guests begin to countdown from ten. “Hayden,” you moan, raking your hands through his hair as your high quickly approaches. “Come with me, baby.”
Hayden groans quietly, your relentless pulling on his hair making his own high creep closer. “Is that what you want?” He asked, sliding his hands higher so they’re gripping your ass. “You want to come together?”
You nod again, clenching tightly around him as the guests chant out a ‘five, four, three,’. 
“Come on then, baby,” he crooned, his tip brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust. “Come with me, come for me.”
You moan loudly as you do just that, clamping down around him as you come hard and fast. Your warmth floods around him, coaxing Hayden’s release as well. He lets out a string of deep groans as he continues to fuck you through your highs, the loud cheering from inside as the new year began being tuned out almost completely. 
You practically fall limp in his arms as he gently sets you down, his grip on you never faltering as he holds you steady on your shaky legs. Both your and his hair were a mess, and your lips were wet and puffy, but you both wore dumb grins on your faces at what you just did. 
Hayden pulls your dress back down as you button his shirt up with nearly numb fingers, and you couldn’t help but joke at the event that had just taken place. “Now we can say we started our year with a bang,” you say and Hayden rolls his eyes as he smooths out his hair and wipes away the lipstick that had smudged on your chin. “Happy New Year.”
He smiles at that, leaning down to kiss you. “Happy New Year, sweet girl,” he said back, taking your hand in his once you were both looking presentable again.
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audhdlittlebitch · 9 months
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“music lover with strong autistic vibes” is one of my favorite genres of character
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empresskadia · 1 month
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Halo self-insert thought...kinda
Can you imagine John's reaction to finding out his partner became a Spartan-IV when he came back? When he sees them again, they're different yet the same. There is a hardness to them he hasn’t seen before, but when they look at him, they just soften to the person he remembers.
And later, when they're alone, he traces all their new scars and old wounds from battles he knows nothing about. The wound of Cortana being gone is still fresh but now he blames himself for his partner’s suffering too. In his mind, he’s let down two people close to him, regardless of what you tell him. John doesn’t even know how to ask why you did this or how this happened, he just feels so much guilt, like he's to blame for this happening, that he couldn't keep his promise to protect you.
He will do his damn best to reroute orders to have you on Blue team, only to find out you’ve met them and they've been watching your back this whole time and you theirs. Fred just gives you a nod and greeting, saying it's good to see you again and he's glad you're doing well [aka glad you're not dead], Kelly bumps her shoulder against yours affectionately, something she only ever does with her spartans, asking if you're ready to cause trouble and Linda shocks John by giving you a spartan smile on your helmet, which you promptly return. He has no idea who you're asking about when you turn to Fred and wonder about the Ferrets and company, a note of warmth taking hold in your tone.
He finds out it's Kelly who hunted his partner down the moment she heard rumors about you being involved with him and made it her personal mission to watch over you, a mission that Fred and Linda jump aboard instantly without even meeting his partner first. When Fred found out you joined the Spartan IV program, he requested your transfer to Blue team indefinitely and the three had trained you to be the best after them. So that you could survive their world to see John again and he feels his chest constrict when he knows he's the reason you signed yourself up for their world of bloodshed and war.
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Velma Kelly from Chicago is an Avatar of the Slaughter.
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imbluedabadeedabadye · 4 months
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Y'all keep saying "oh Race is transmasc" "oh Davey is transmasc" "oh Jack is transmasc"
And while I completely and wholeheartedly agree-
Where's transmasc Spot rep?
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