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boozenboze · 1 year

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Hiii!! Hope you’re doing great! Love your writing btw!

Just had a request. It’s been stuck in my mind like a post it for a while.

So what would be the task force 141 + Alejandro, Rudy and König’s reaction to a reader that’s known for being sweet and caring. (Code name Angel)

They’re a field medic but haven’t been on the field in a while, somehow they have to protect the sweet boys and they find out reader is in fact ruthless when fighting and v deadly. (Maybe they gotta change the code name to Archangel lol)

Anyways have a good day/night. No worries if you can’t write it!

Árchangel In Battle

Task Force 141 +Los Vaqueros+Konig x Medic!Male reader

Summary:Angel is the code name M/n aquired because of his gentle nature though it’s always changed when he’s on the field.

You will be referred to as Angel in most parts

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

If the other soilders had to choose the nicest member out of the 141 all answers would be the same.You,aka M/n was a total sweetheart to everyone.Always giving a gentle smile when walking around the base which naturally made everybody fond of your presence.

When you first met the Los Vaqueros they were immediately delighted by your presence.Alejandro was the first one to call him Angel and sooner than later it became his official unofficial code name.Rudy can remember the way M/n smiled at them when they first met.A smile in which he believed only a Angel could have.

When König had first arrived he was quite nervous.Sure he’s 6’10 and was the tallest guy but he seemed awfully shy and nervous to speak.After a few days of him being at the base,one day during training he had grazed his arm.So of course he’d went to go see a medic.Angel being the specific medic he was going to see.König enjoyed the males prescesnce especially since he was so caring and gentle,it seemed unrealistic for a guy.

“Hey Angel~!”König said happily as he walked towards the medic who already had a smile on his voice before the Austrian walked in.

“guten Abend Schatz what brings you here?M/n spoke with a little german added on which made König giddy.

“One of the seargents accidently made me scrape my arm I was wondering if you could take a look at it.”König g said while sitting on one of the beds.

“Ok let me have a look.”M/n stood from where he was seated and approached the taller male.M/n grabbed the arm König was talking about and slightly grimaced by the torn skin.

“Well this is one hell of a scrape if I do say so myself.Well,no matter I can make you feel better Liebe.”M/n spoke out while grabbing the needed supplies from a tray.König was blushing M/n kept speaking to him normally at one moment and the other he started speaking to him in German.M/n continued talking to König ig till he completed his given task and König was in a trance.M/n’s voice practically had him in a trance and his feather like touches were the only thing getting his attention.

“Alright big guy your good to go!”M/n chirped in enthusiasm as König g sulked under his mask.He wanted to stay in the room and keep the Medic company but he knew he had other things to do.

“Okay..., bis gleich Liebes!”König yelled out while exiting the room.M/n smiled as he cleaned up the small mess left by the adhesives and bandaids.

Angel was called back into the field.It had everybody on edge since the Medic hadn’t been on the field in a couple years.Price was skeptical about letting Angel come since he didn’t want want the male to get hurt but with the mission they were going on he was needed,many soilders were bound to get hurt and Angel was a quick man on his feet.On the following days M/n was training just to make sure he was still cabable if doing what he was best at.The male was good with snipers and he could’ve been a sniper if he really wanted but he’d rather stick with his current position.

Today was the day of the mission and everyone besides Angel came up to an agreement.They were all gonna do their best to protect the h/c haired male even though they had new clue what the man was still capable of.Now exiting the vehicle M/n was paired up with Gaz to take down the guards blocking the front of the building.When Price was giving orders M/n didn’t wanna waste time so he quickly sniped both of the in the head.

“Geez doc,ya didn’t even let Price finish?”Gaz exasperated as Angel huffed.

“Well we gotta get this down as soon as possible.Can’t afford to do anything last minute ey?”Angel asked as Gaz shrugged his shoulders as they made their way to the buildings entrance and walked inside.

“Angel,Gaz How copy?”König’s voice could be heard on the other end of the radio.

“All is well on our end,what about you and the others?”Angel spoke out as Gaz listened into the conversation as he shot down a few spotted enemies.

“Start headin towards the fifth floor we’ll meet up there.”Ghost spoke out in his usual rough tone of voice.Gaz and M/n began making there way up the stairs having to take down a few enemy soilders down.

“They should be up here.”Gaz murmured as Angel held his gun up prepared to shoot.

Gaz slowly opened the door just to be lucky enough to see the rest of 141 and the Los Vaqueros.

“Angel I’m glad to see you hermano-!”Alejandro was cut off by the click of several guns.They all turned around and they were surrounded

“Don’t fucking move!”One of them spoke out as König grabbed Angel’s arm in attempts of pulling him back to which Angel yanked his arm back.

“Angel du musst zurückbleiben!”König whispered yelled into Angels ear to which he responded.

“I can handle myself König.”Angel spoke out while slowly dispersing himself away from the huddle.

“Hand us the files and we’ll let you go.”A deep voice spoke out while aiming his gun at Rudy’s chest.

“Nae pumpin' happening assholes!”Soap yelled out defensively as one of them began moving closer and putting a gun to Alejandro’s skull.

“You’re going to regret doing this estúpido!”Alejandro yelled out as the man pressed his gun into Alejandro’s head harder which made him grunt.The leader was about to speak again until a muffled scream was heard gaining everyone’s attention.Price looked around and noticed that Angel was nowhere to be seen.

“Wait where’d Angel go?!”Price yelled out which made the rest realize the h/c haired male wasn’t with them.Suddenly a thud was heard and one of the enemies saw his teammates head rolling towards him.

“What the fuc-“The man was cut off by a knife lodging in to his skull.

“Stand your ground stay alert!”The leader yelled out only for another soilder to get shot in the skull.

“What the hell?”Gaz whispered as he saw something run across the room.He noticed the figure put two fingers up which Gaz remembered was a signal that Angel had taught him.Peace sign meant get ready in Angels code of silence,so Gaz grabbed his gun.At that moment M/n shot another soilder in the head and Gaz did the same.Angel rushed at another guy and slit his throat and used his now limp body as a shield.Ghost punched another one,knocking him to the ground and Soap tackled another one of the others to the ground and began punching him senseless.

König broke one of the men’s spins over his leg killing him instantly before throwing his knife in another’s skull.Alejandro was punching the guy who held the gun to his skull while Rudy stabbed one of them repeatedly.Gaz was about to turn around but the leader grabbed him and held a knife to his throat.

“STOP NOW!”He yelled out gaining everyone’s attention.“Drop your damn weapons.”He spoke out while pressing his knife onto Gaz’s throat making the Brit groan.They all lower their weapons now worrying for Gaz’s wellbeing.

“Just give me the damn files and I’ll let him go!”He yelled out as Price glared heavily at him.Nobody said anything and it seemed to have made the leader angrier.

“Ok..,y’all asked for th-AHH!”The male yelled out as Angel appeared from behind him biting into his neck.The man cried out as he pulled a chunk of skin off the males throat while also ripping out his vocal cords.The look the e/c eyed male gave him was nothing but cold as he ripped the mand vocal cords out his throat.Angel got down and began strangling the male with his vocal cords and the others could only watch as the man’s body went limp against his own appendage.141 and Los Vaqueros watched the male stand up before looking them all in the eye.

“What?I couldn’t just stand there he was gonna kill Gaz.”Angel spoke out as König jumped happily in place.

“No no it’s just the uh-we ain’t expect that out of ya considering you haven’t been on the field in a while.”Price spoke out as everybody made noises of agreement.

“Seems that the Angel has turned to the Archangel.”Soap spoke out jokingly as Angel chuckled.

“Yeah I think that’d have to be my new name on the field.”Angel spoke out as they began to exit the building.

It was decided Angel off the field and Archangel upon it

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 18 days

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three

TW: forced proximity, restraints, unequal power dynamics, sexual harassment

Officer Ludlow makes his way into your examination room not once but three times in the following two weeks. Once for torn stitches again. Once for broken glass embedded in his arm. (He seemed pissed about this, so you actually believe that a perp broke a window he was on the other side of, and he didn’t do it on purpose), and the third time for deep bruising and cracked ribs after taking a 9mm bullet to his flak vest.

The thought that he might have done the latter on purpose terrifies you. They’re a great precaution but bullet proof vests do not prevent all the damage from a bullet. You can still get seriously hurt. So naturally, as you’re wrapping his ribs, you’re more than a little pissed off.

“This had better have been an accident,” you grumble, forced in close quarters while you have to reach around his ridiculously broad chest with the bandage. You can’t help but notice at this point of his shift that the brain-addling addition of his own sweat and musk added to that edible fucking cologne makes for a near weapon of mass destruction on his skin. It should be illegal, for what it does to your insides.

“What, you worried about me, sweetheart?”

“As a healthcare professional? Yes, this worries me. It could have been a lot worse.”

“If only I had incentive to be more careful…” he muses with a smirk, his stupidly handsome face just inches from yours.

“Are all cops this fucking creepy?” You purposefully brush his side a little too hard and reign triumphant when he grunts in pain.

Kinda like shooting a bear with a handgun - it just makes him mad.

He catches your hands again, only this time he uses the bandaging already wrapped around his torso to bind your wrists. He’s too quick for you to pull away, tethering you up with those beautiful hands that seem far too bulky to be this dexterous, tugging you forward so you’re more than a little cramped. You don’t think you can get any closer until he spreads his thighs and you fall right into the trap.

You have to crane your neck to avoid being cheek to chest with him, feeling so fucking tiny and useless and enveloped. It pisses you off. It makes you burn with involuntary, awful want.

“My little nurse speechless?”

You try to glare at him, but it resembles more of a pout.

“God,” his voice drops lower if that’s even possible. “You’re so fucking cute.”

You want to jump off the roof for the thick, high choke of your tone. “You didn’t even ask me if I have a boyfriend.”

“Cuz I don’t fucking care if you do or not.”

“Well I do,” you lie. “And he’s gonna kick your ass.”

He snorts. “And I’m gonna let him so his girlfriend has to patch me up.”

“Fuck you.” You are seething with rage at this point, powerless, helpless, fucked in the head for somehow liking it.

“Mm. What would you prefer? Fingers? Tongue? Cock?” He makes you gasp with a sharp tug at your makeshift bondage and that lewd word in his handsome mouth. “Yeah, that one?”

“You’re going to get me fired.” You don’t know why you keep trying to appeal to his rationality and humanity, when both seem to not even be in his vocabulary.

“That’ll free up your schedule so you can spend more time tied to my bed.”

You’re terrified he can somehow feel the violent clench of your lower body.

Maybe god does exist, but he has a fucked sense of humor. Your pager buzzes loudly from your scrub pocket as the automatic “CODE BLUE CODE BLUE CODE BLUE” goes off over the loudspeaker.

“I have to go.”

“Yeah, yeah.” To his credit, and, let’s be honest, you’re super reluctant to give him credit right now, Tom loosens up on your wrists and lets you go attend to the patient currently in cardiac arrest.

#keanuverse #keanuverse fic #tom ludlow x reader #tom ludlow #Julia is fucking amazing at collages #street kings

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doingitforbokuto · 1 year

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First Date

-> OBITO UCHIHA X READER (MODERN AU)

Summary: You go on your first date with Obito. He is nervous you won't like his looks, but he couldn't be more wrong. You know just the thing that will show him how attractive you find him.

Words: 4,129

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, semi-public blow job

Obito scratched the surface of the restaurant table he was sitting at. It was made of thick wood, covered in a thin layer of varnish. Obviously well used, it was a testament of how popular and old the restaurant was, still doing well even after all those years. There were other scratches on it, from both knives and fingernails. He let his own nails trace over the already existing lines before starting to create his own. He almost felt a little bad. After all, it wasn't the wood's fault that he was as nervous as he was. You were.

The reason he was sitting at this table in the first place was because you two were going on a date. Obito had not been on a date in ages so he was nervous enough to start with, adding the fact that he really liked you into the mix was certainly not helping.

A couple of months ago, a mutual friend had the genius idea of giving you Obito's number since the two of you would (quote) "totally make the perfect couple!". Both of you knew that that was just code for "you seem lonely because you haven't been on a date in a while so now I am trying to set you up with other lonely, miserable people". But neither of you really tried to argue it because, well, it was true. You were lonely, and you did crave the intimacy that came with dating someone. Like having someone to talk to about your day, someone who you could rely on, every day. That's why you ended up actually texting him, even though it was so weird at first. Both of you knew why this was happening and that it was only a half-hearted attempt at getting to know each other - at best.

At least, that's what it used to be. After just a couple of hours of texting with one another you two came to realize that maybe, just maybe, your friend had not been so entirely wrong about you making a good couple. You found yourself smiling at your phone whenever a message from Obito popped up, Obito found himself thinking about you when he was at work, longing for a break to shoot you another text. Your eyes were glued to your phone screen almost constantly until you started sharing phone calls too. If you had not been in love before, you definitely were now.

His voice was so calming and deep, you could practically imagine how his chest had to rumble every time he spoke. It did not help with your fantasies at all, you imagined yourself laying on his chest, imagined the way he would sound in bed, even. When he sent you a voice memo one morning right after waking up, with his voice still thick with sleep, you almost lost it. All you wanted was for you to finally, finally be able to see him, touch him after so many weeks of longing for him. You wanted to feel his warm skin, smell his cologne and hear his voice without the phone line distorting it ever so slightly.

Even though Obito felt the same, he was the one who avoided meeting you in real life. He liked talking to you, he liked your humor and your advice, he liked you. And you liked him, he knew that - that much was more than clear. But that was just for now. There was no guarantee that you would still like him after you had come face to face with him. That was what he was most scared of: The way you would look at him, the things you would see in his scarred, distorted face.

Until now, you only knew what he looked like from descriptions. Your friend had told you that he had an accident some time ago and that almost half his body was covered in scars. Obito knew that you knew that much. But you had not seen a picture of him yet, as Obito didn't have a profile picture with his face on it. He had even asked his friend if they had showed you one - which they hadn't. You were understanding of the fact that he might be insecure because of his condition but that didn't still your curiosity, it didn't stop you from imagining his looks based on the description your friend had given you.

You would think about how his disheveled black hair would feel under your touch, how you would run your fingers through it when you cuddled. You would think about your fingers tracing his back, one hand feeling smooth, soft skin, the other one hard scar tissue. You would think about looking into dark, black eyes in the dim light of the morning after having him stay the night. You would think about kissing him, feeling the scars on his lips catch onto yours. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

So, after what you felt was enough time to make him trust you, be comfortable around you, you asked Obito to go out with you. The first time, he declined by giving you a very obviously fake excuse as to why he couldn't make it. It bruised your ego, to say the least. But you knew that this had to be hard for Obito, maybe you hadn’t given him enough time yet. What you didn't know though, was that that night, Obito laid awake thinking about you.

Yes, he was scared that you might reject him once you saw him. But what if you didn't? What if you still liked him? What would you say, once you saw him - all of him? How would you touch him?

Unbeknownst to him, his own thoughts mirrored yours. His mind was full of images of you two hugging, kissing.. touching. But he would never tell you about that. He would certainly never tell you about the fact that he imagined your voice while he fisted his cock that night. Or about how he imagined how warm and soft your mouth would feel around him. Or about how all he wanted to do was paint your pretty face white with his cum. Or about how he came wishing it was your hand touching him, not his. He would never tell you all that.

No, he would rather wait a couple of days to gather all his courage to ask you out. As much as he was scared, avoiding you and not meeting you would be worse for him than his looks. And that's how he ended up in this restaurant, tormenting the poor table in front of him as he waited for you to arrive.

It was a good spot to get food, well visited but never so full that it was uncomfortably crowded or too loud. He made a good choice, if he did say so himself. He was so uncharacteristically early, he surprised himself. He didn't have anything else to do all day except for the date to come around and he was so nervous, he just needed to get out of the confines of his apartment. For twenty minutes he had already been sitting there, taking small sips out of his glass and shooting scared glances towards the poor door. But so far, you had failed to come in and save the door from his stare by pulling it onto yourself.

Obito sighed. Maybe this had been a bad idea. With his luck, this was all gonna go downhill anyway. Maybe you wouldn't even come around? Maybe you never wanted to see him at all. Maybe you were just playing with him! Just when he started contemplating the biggest dick-move ever, ghosting a lovely girl like you by simply leaving, the door swung open like it had finally had enough of Obito staring at it, finally giving him what he wanted: You.

You looked even better than your pictures, making Obito straighten his back in an attempt to look less disheveled than usual - he didn't know what it was, but it was never possible for him to look.. polished. Something about him was always a little bit out of place, a little bit wild, boyish. Maybe it would add to his charm?

Your eyes found him quickly and to his surprise, a big smile appeared on your lips. With quick steps you managed to get through the labyrinth of tables separating the two of you until you were standing right in front of him, smile still plastered on your face.

"Hey," you breathed out.

"Hi." He got up to greet you properly, surprised when you even leaned in for a hug. He did not expect you to be so friendly right after seeing him for the first time. And even though the hug was short and admittedly, a little awkward, it felt good. Being close to you felt good.

"Sorry," you said as you pulled away to sit down on the other side of the table, "have you been waiting for long?"

"Oh, no." He sat back down himself, trying to cover up the scratches he had created on the table just before you arrived. "I'm usually the one that arrives after everyone else."

"Yeah, I heard that," you laughed. "But you're here early?"

Even with the dim lights, Obito did not miss the blush that started to spread over you.

"Well.." He could feel himself starting to blush in return. "I was really excited to see you."

"Yeah, me too."

Both of your voices were just a whisper now. You had talked so much before, about how much you liked each other, but doing it in person.. it was so personal, almost too personal.

Obito's nervousness proved itself to be uncalled for. Even though you had seen his face now, there was no sign of disgust or repulsion. Of course, your eyes inevitably slid over the scars a couple of times, unsure of what to do. It was only natural for people to want to look at them since they stood out like that, Obito knew that. And you were now faced with the same problem everyone else was: Look at them and make it obvious that you are focusing on them? Or not look at them at all and make it obvious that you are purposefully avoiding them? It was a thin line one had to tiptoe with him, but as long as you didn't stare, he was fine with whatever choice you made. Surprisingly, he found that he actually liked having your eyes on him, with your soft, loving gaze. You had him hooked already.

"So," you asked. "What dishes can you recommend?"

"Okay, so.."

Obito moved a little to the side, as did you. Both of you were leaning over the table to look into the same menu. His fingers drifted over the paper to point at his favorite dishes. You could hear his breath, smell his cologne, see the blush on his face whenever he looked at you through his lashes. He had even more charisma now than he did over text. He was funny, charming and there was always some level of admiration and even innocence in his eyes when he looked at you. Like every time he saw you he reassured himself that you were actually there, with him, for him. Like he was relieved every time.

You were sure you didn't look as innocent as he did. You tried not to ogle him but you just couldn't turn your gaze away. Not when he looked the way that he did while waiting for someone to bring your food. He was relaxed in his seat, leaning back, one arm tossed over the backrest of the chair next to him. The other one was reaching for his glass which he occasionally lifted to his lips to take a sip that made his Adam's apple bob. You were sure that under the table, his legs were spread out comfortably, taking up space he knew no one else needed. His shirt was well-filled out by his biceps and pulled taut over his chest as it moved in sync with his breaths. You wondered how his pants must look under the table. You were almost tempted to bend down and take a look.

As much as you tried not to stare at him too much, it was impossible. There was no hiding and you were sure that at this point, Obito had noticed the way you looked at him, his lips, his hands, his arms and chest - any part of him you could see, really. But he didn't mention it. Until the very end of your meal, until after he had paid and offered to drive you home since you came by cab, he did not say a word about your stares.

You walked beside him to his car and tried to ignore the way your shoulders bumped into each other and his hand brushed against yours. Did he do that on purpose? Was it the way your body naturally gravitated towards his? Or was it both? After all, it was undeniable that both of you were drawn towards each other. Both of you wanted to feel the presence of the other one. The amount of time you had spent at dinner was a testament to this. You two had been unwilling to leave the other's side.

The restaurant was almost empty by the time you got up, as was the parking lot. When Obito had arrived, it had been almost completely full and he had made it just in time to snag the last empty space. It was a warm summer evening, many people were letting loose and not in the mood to cook and eat at home.

Now, there was only one other car left. The metal of Obito's car shone in the yellow light of the street lamps, as did his face when you glanced at him.

"What?" Obito smiled as he met your gaze. Now seemed to be the time he was tired of waiting, tired of letting you do as you pleased. He wanted answers - though he probably knew them already. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"You.." You looked away as you felt your face getting hotter. "You just look really good." You started fiddling with your shirt before looking back at him. "I don't know why you were so nervous before meeting me."

"Yeah?" He leaned against his car, now that you had reached it. "So you think I look.. good?"

His voice was low and his arms were crossed in front of his chest, making him seem even bigger, his biceps bulging even more than before. It was unfair how good he looked. His looks, his smell, his charisma.. it was like a drug to you. You didn't just want him, you needed him. Even though you had only just met him, he already had you hooked. It was like he had his own gravity surrounding him and he was pulling you into his orbit until you were crashing into him. And so you did.

Your lips smacked against his, your hands went to his arms that unfolded from his chest. They opened to welcome you as you smashed into him. The force of it shook you and his car but neither of you were bothered by it. His arms wrapped around your waist and you could finally, finally feel his body heat against yours. The layers of clothing you were wearing did nothing to hide your erratic heartbeats. Chest pressed to chest, you could feel his pulse thrum against your own ribcage and you were sure Obito could say the same - if you would let him speak.

The kiss quickly got more and more intense and before long Obito's tongue was prodding your mouth. It slipped in easily as you parted your lips at his request. It felt even better than you had imagined. The kiss had you weak in the knees and even though you were already leaning onto Obito, he still had to hold you up with his strong arms around you. His hands moved from your waist, one up to your shoulder, the other lower until it reached the curve of your ass. All you were able to do in return was moan into his mouth. You would let him do whatever he wanted right now, as long as it felt as good as this.

Somehow, during the kiss, Obito managed to move the two of you onto the other side of the car, facing away from the restaurant. Not everyone needed to see the two of you making out in the parking lot like horny teenagers.

And while he was at it, he switched your positions, now you were the one leaning onto the car and he was pressed against you. His body caged you in and you were unable to go anywhere other than into him. His hands started roaming your body, one traveling up and down your stomach, the other one slipping towards your neck. He took full advantage of the new position where he could have you put your weight onto the car for support. You had already slipped down a little, but you were standing more steadily now.

It took you a while to regain your strength and composure but when you did, you knew exactly what you wanted to do. His tongue in your mouth just wasn't enough, you had to have more.

It was almost natural for you to slip out of his grasp and down to the ground. You didn't care about the dirt or about the way that the small stones and the hard concrete were digging into the flesh of your legs. All you could think about was Obito and how badly you wanted him.

"Wait, wait.." Obito placed a hand on your head, careful not to use too much force. His eyes did not meet yours, instead they were frantically looking around. He was searching for anyone, an onlooker who could catch you two red handed. "What if someone sees?"

Now he met your gaze. It didn't matter how nervous he was or how much he would try and tell you that this was probably a bad idea: He wanted this at least as much as you did - if not more.

"I'll be quick."

You looked up at him with big eyes, practically begging him to let you suck his dick. And who was he to deny a pretty thing like you? So with one last glance towards the restaurant he gave you a small nod. The hand on your head pushed you forward gently and you were all too eager to follow his lead as you nuzzled your face into his crotch. You were mouthing at his bulge before you had even started to unbuckle his belt.

"Fuck, fuck.."

Almost involuntarily he bucked his hips into your face while he closed his eyes. He couldn't wait to be in your warm, wet mouth. Neither could you, so you made quick work of his belt and zipper and with another quick motion, you pulled both his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

"Hah, God.."

You were gonna be the death of him. Not even a second after pulling him free your mouth was already on him. Little kisses littered his cock from tip to base just before you went ahead and licked a long, wet stripe back up again.

"Fu-uck.."

Obito was whispering now. This was all new to him. He hadn't been on a date in forever, much less had anyone sucked his cock in that time. He would have never dared to ask for a blow job in a fucking parking lot. Damn it, how was he supposed to deal with this? It was all too much, he felt too exposed to everything and everyone. Anyone could walk out and see you two. But at the same time, he had never felt closer to anyone than he did to you in this very moment. He knew that he had to trust you and just let you do what you were doing with him.

And God, did he want you to keep doing what you were doing. Your mouth was so warm, so welcoming. He didn't even remember what blow job's from other people felt like. Were they always this good? No, that couldn't be. He was sure he had never felt something this good in his life.

Obito wanted to ask you - beg you to keep going, to please let him cum, but he just wasn't able to. All he could do was moan again and lean onto the car. With his forearm on top of it and his forehead resting against it, it was giving him the perfect angle to look down at you. It was hard to keep his eyes open, but it was worth it. Your lips created such a nice contrast against his pale skin and your hands looked so good against his thighs while you supported yourself on them.

"S-sweetheart.."

His grip on the back of your head got tighter and you could tell that he was getting close.

"Hmm?"

You let him slip out of your mouth to pepper kisses all over his length while you kept stroking him.

"What is it, Obito?"

Were you an angel? You had to be. With the way you were looking up at him with big doe eyes while pumping his cock with long, even strokes, you were making him feel as good as humanly possible. Even when you were so obviously teasing him, he couldn't thank you enough. At least, he wanted to thank you. But forming coherent sentences seemed a little too hard right now.

Instead, he just gripped his cock, with his hand wrapped around yours, and tapped the sensitive tip back against your lips. It was nothing short of him begging and if he could, he would go down on his knees now. But he figured that might make the whole blow job situation a little more complicated.

You weren't ready to give in just yet. You wanted him to say it. But instead of telling him that, you just pressed another kiss on his tip and continued to give him your best "innocent" look. When he still didn't say it, you finally gave him a little help.

"What do you want, Obito?"

Your voice sounded so insincerely confused, it was obvious to him what you wanted. But it was hard for him to say it.

"Just.. ple- let me - please!"

He really couldn't hold it together any longer. His hand had begun to uncontrollably pump his cock and he was dragging your hand with him, up and down his length. His eyes were screwed shut with the effort it took him not to move his hips, too.

"Okay." You gave him yet another, reassuring kiss. "Okay. Just fuck me already."

And with that he was back in your mouth and this time, you were not stopping until you had given him your all. You tried to relax your throat as much as possible since you already felt his other hand coming down to your head already. He did not waste any time after you gave him the confirmation he needed. The knot in his abdomen was already pulled taut but the feeling of being able to just use your mouth to his desire was more than enough to finally make it snap.

He pumped his hips a couple of times while he kept your head secure in his hands and he was already spilling his load into you. The moment his tip hit the back of your throat he could swear he was seeing stars. Maybe he even passed out, he could not recall. All he knew was that the next time he opened his eyes, his hands were still on your head and his forehead was resting on the car again. You had pulled away a little and were still busy swallowing the rest of his load that he had just released into you. A little bit had spilled and was rolling down your chin, but not for long. As you looked up at him, through half lidded eyes, you swept your thumb over it and pushed it back into your mouth. In front of you, Obito's cock jumped just from looking at you like that. He couldn't stop. He wanted to keep looking at you forever, take a picture of this very moment and frame it on his wall. (Preferably next to his bed.)

"Thank you," he whispered and brushed his fingers over your cheeks. "You look really pretty right now, too."

#obito #obito uchiha #obito x you #obito x reader #obito uchiha x you #obito uchiha x reader #obito smut #obito uchiha smut #obito x reader smut #lemon

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busterkeel · 1 year

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I love the tall Jazz concept, but what I love more is tall Fenton siblings

Jazz has to be taller than Danny, she could be 6"9 or 6"10

Danny could be 6"7

I'd say Danny started growing when he was 16

His ghost form doesn't/hasn't aged though because reasons....

In my mental sinario Dan turned over a new leaf with some help comforting from Jazz and he's 1 or 2+ inches taller than Jazz, like 6"11+

He doesn't have a human identity because he likes staying in the zone more, unless he's looming over amity for some strange reason or visiting Jazz,(Jack or Maddie)

Honestly now that I'm typing it I can see them making time to visit him in the zone

Maybe they feel regret, if they hadn't been so caught up on their ecto experiment and research the portal accident wouldn't have happened, he wouldn't have been so scared to tell them he's part ghost, and they would have had time to notice his school grades were low so he wouldn't have felt he need to cheat

Dani at age 12 is like up to Danny's neck in his original height at age 14, so I'd say she's like 4"10

But when danny has his growth spurt she grows to Danny's original height of 5"5 when she reaches 14

I guess some part of her want to seen as a younger sibling(because of the whole vlad clone replacement fake family, she wants a real one, so she emotionally doesn't allow herself to grow faster than danny, jazz & Dan) and she still hasn't hit her growth spurt like Danny did, but when she does or allows herself to she'll 1 or 1 1/2 inch shorter and danny being

She has a ligit human identity which has been set up by Tucker, Technus and Desiree......, let's say she was at boarding school from 11 and below

Does Wisconsin have a boarding school?

Well it does now, she was being taken care of by Vlad (who had made up with the fentons)

He sponsors them now....(these dots are really me just holding back from explaining 😭)

Dani also travels alot (paid by Vlad of course) and she trusted to take care of herself, from her past roaming experience (plus she's a fenton/phantom 💪) she visits when she wants to and on holidays

I'd like to say her obsession is freedom, she can be who she wants to be and not someone she failed to be, (this is also why I think that mind control wouldn't work on her like Danny) which is also why I give her a water core since unbound it can mold into anything

Let's say Vlads ghost obsession was making him crazy, all that time he was alone with that ecto achnee made his obsession seeking out kin someone who'd understand him, aka Danny

Especially when he wanted something but he didn't know what, so he got rich to try to fill the void, and then when he found something that would fill it aka Danny he wanted him to join him

Honestly all that time alone, with his doctors not know what the hell is wrong with him, and him having to figure out his powers blind, his feeling of abandonment from Jack & maddie, the root of the problem being Jack and seeing Jack happily with a family

Made him even crazy

Making him want to steal from Jack, aka wanting Maddie and Danny

(I know I didn't explain this as best as I wanted, but this is not what I came here for)

He gives up the mayor seat to a nice guy who like to drink tea, has a mustache and looks like he gives nice hugs

Anywho as I said he sponsors the fentons who in turn sponsors Amity park with ghost tech, ghost shields in certain places

in the future after canon (beside the whole identity reveal) there should be a Amity park announcement that can pic up different ecto signatures that Maddie and Jack put in like

" ANNOUNCEMENT CODE RED LVL 3 Ghost Snake"

"ANNOUNCEMENT AMBER IS HAVING A CONCERT IN AMITYS PARK 3RD PARK AT 7PM"

Also what if they have like a GhostGo app (like pokemon go) Let's say Tucker created it and if you see a ghost you can take a picture of them and it'll be added to you own personal database

I imagine Youngblood being rare cause only children and child at heart can see him, but even if they take a picture of where he is he'll still show up blank, but they have the option to draw him

Anyways I can imagine after everyone is grown up Maddie and Jack start traveling to paranormal places to research ghost activity

(I've also have in my headcanon from someone else, that years ago before the portal they went to a event in Gotham to get Bruce Wayne to sponsor them and he laughed in their face)

.......

Reasons why Danny's ghost form isn't aging

Even tho he knows he wont turn evil like Dan there's still some uncertainty mentally that's holding him back, like no one being able to stop him of he turned evil, he doesn't like being strong......

He know he wont be like Dan (which is why his human form is aging to an extent) but in his ghost form there still that lil fear of becoming evil and that's stopping his ghost form from aging and looking like Dan

Like around 18 years old he is crowned crown prince(he was already a prince, but now they're really getting him ready for the throne" and he starts learning about ghost history and kingly stuff, but then he learns that the whole tittle comes with a power boost (I've read a fanfic that does this and loved it) and now that too powerful to stop if he turns evil is slowly creeping up the just a lil 🤏

The more I explain this the more it Branches off into my other mental sinarios I was just trying to tell the height differences......

Well....The whole town is liminal, some more than others and they are sick of the Justice league not taking them seriously and answering their pleas. Like after the whole town went into the zone and they still didn't help, they gave up on them and now hold a strong disgust towards them

Ok im done, I really had to force myself to stop typing this is not what I came here to explain....

Just one more thing

I should mention that Danny wanted to be an astronaut, but because of the ecto in his blood he can't so he stuck with being a Nasa engineer (I think they don't need your medical history for that) plus he can fly to space any time he wants

In the zone Dan is called Lord Phantom, older brother of (crown) Prince Phantom, Jazz would be called Princess Jazz, but I don't want the justice league to figure out their identity, like I want it impossible unless they're trusted enough to be told

But once again amitians don't like the justice league so....... she's called High Princess.

Dani could be called Princess Dani or princess Phantom

(She's called Ella in her human form)

18 + 5 = 23/24 when he's with nasa(still dodging being crowned, basically king without the crown, he'll take it soon... maybe that's why the justice league comes knocking [like that one fanfic where all the magic users feel it] after a long time of connecting to Amity park), Jazz would be 25/26 psychologist in Gotham, just meeting or going out with Jason, Dani is traveling places hard to reach, and is in ghost knight training. Don't know what Dan would be doing? Or Sam, Tucker & Valarie would be outside the zone

I imagine the fenton siblings towering over the Wayne's/batfam if she ever introduces them, Honestly still mad at frickin Bruce from friendly neighborhood vigilante ch. 14

Anyways the reason for this is because of the recent tall jazz fanfic had my mind running.

........This is posted some days later, I really went off track and didn't even want to post it anymore. I really just came to talk about the heights. The only reason why I finished it is because of another headcanon that formed while I was typing this, which will be in part 2 !

#danny fenton #danny phantom #jazz fenton #danielle phantom #dani phantom #tall jazz #dan phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #vlad plasmius #maddie fenton #jack fenton #ectoplasm #ghost king danny #ghost prince danny #amity park #Amity Park has a ghost too

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themoonisbeautifulisnt-it · 24 days

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Hey just saw your post about your TS Mcs if it counts for something I'm interested in any art and lore you want to share :)

OH MY GOD LETS GO !!!!!

Okay ! im going to try and summarize for the one i actually have lore for. im still making/fine tuning her lore and if you have anything cool to add on ill consider it!!! Just want to say that I kinda went crazy w the oc and even added worlding building and stuff around her lol

SO! MEET CELESTINE!

(Sorry for the crusty paper)

She was born on a special celestial event (I havent decide what yet) into a high society with equal power to the Senobium and for a point in time they were one/partner organizations. Her guild The Keepers of the Universe has a very self expanatory name, they keep the balance and order of the universe lol. There are many mages in this guild such as Mages of time, life, death, etc.

Due to some history altering incident a few generations ago, A mage of death went rogue(or maybe caused an accident I havent decided as yet) and caused a rift in the balance of the universe creating the soulless !! And because of this her guild, The Keepers wanted to banish all Death/"dark" magic and those mages were already rare to begin with. The Senobium was against this and this is what caused the spilt between the two. So whatever mage of death did not flee/go to the Senobium was killed by The Keepers.

YEARS LATER NOW, our girl Celestine is born and she is growing up in the society and which everyone is finding their calling in magic, she isn't good at anything (you could see where this is going)

And mind you, this guild works closely to the Universe it kind of acts like their god in a way. And the elders (As close as elders could be cuz i made ranks to this society and you need to master all magic including death magic to be in the top tier complicated ik sorry i couldnt help myself) speak to the universe that told them like in riddles/code that a new death mage was on their way, a real powerful one.

(think of the percy jackson prophecy i think it was a mirror)

and for years the elders were wary and due to some situation (i havent thought of it yet) but lets say some high stress situation, their guild is under attack and the power that was in Celestine dormant all this time got awoken by the Universe LITERALLY LIGHTENING STRIKING HER. like a lightening strike but the vast powers of the universe hence the scar on the right side of her face which i redrew (again sorry for the bootlegged drawing)

now she has this scar that looks like the starry sky and this star eye that looks like the whole universe is moving in it and due to this huge power she kinda wrecked a part of lets say sanctuary the ppl in her guild lives in for lack of a better description. Injuring a good few, maybe even killing one or two and now shes on the run!! Now she wants to get in the Senobium for answers. THATS BASICALLY THE SUMMARY OF MY OC. can u guess who im pairing her w plsss

ALSO heres a drawing of my other OC ! i dont have a name for them but if you do I would love to hear it! their pronouns is they/them and all I got for them rn is that they are on the same plane as Kuras with their diety-like powers.

sorry for the long post i got really excited! lol BUT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS IM SO DOWN TO TELL YOU THE DETAILS

#mhin #touchstarved kuras #kuras #touchstarved x oc #vere #ais #touchstarvedgame #touchstarved leander #touchstarved game #leander

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 11 months

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Chaos Is Among Us

Pairings: Eclipse/Polar

Word Count: 1,199 Words

Summary: Kill Code starts a family group chat mistakenly. It can only go downhill from here.

Warnings: Cursing, Slurs, Innuendo Mention (mentioned only), Period (mentioned), Death Mention (mentioned only), Caps, Blood Mention (mentioned only), let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 1: Peepaw, Why Did We Do This?

10:30pm

Kill Code has created a chat

Kill Code has added 7 people to the chat

Kill Code has renamed the chat to ‘Why Is This My Family?’

Kill Code: Can all the whores in this group chat please remember to shut their doors right about now?

Eclipse: I said sorry!

Kill Code: It doesn’t change that I could HEAR what you’re doing with that new boy toy of yours. Your children could hear it, I had to take the twins out for ice cream! I don’t care if you’re hooking up with him, just shut the door!

Eclipse: I forgot the doors are connected, okay!? I’ll install a secondary door panel inside my room.

Lunar: Hold on, he has a boyfriend!?

Eclipse: …

Eclipse: Yes.

Lunar: Shocking.

Moon: Top ten list of things I never wanted to know, thanks.

Sun: I’m at Monty’s, I don’t need to close the door because he likes freaking people out so ha!

Moon: Pleeeeease tell me you and Monty aren’t together.

Sun: On we’re not. I’ve just been told I’m a whore.

Moon: Sun, you are not a whore.

Sun: I don’t even know what that means.

Moon: Use your internal search, I’m not explaining it!

Sun: I’m scarred for life and I blame all three of you.

Harvest Moon: Peepaw? Why isn’t dad in this chat?

Kill Code: Because he and your Mom are busy but I needed to talk to your Mom and I didn’t know how to private message him so I had to create a group chat, grandson.

Harvest Moon: Okay.

Solar Flare: Can I get more sprinkles? I want everything to have sprinkles!

Kill Code: Of course you can.

Harvest Moon: Thank you Peepaw!

Blood Moon: Peepaw, can we go home?

Kill Code: Why, child?

Blood Moon: I need Mom.

Eclipse: What’s wrong, baby?

Blood Moon: I feel sick. My stomach really hurts, I’m nauseous but I’m hungry and I need you.

Eclipse: I’m coming, baby. Where are you?

Blood Moon: But you were busy!

Eclipse: Nothing is more important than you and your brother to me, you got that? Nothing, even Polar. Polar’s an adult, he can handle himself, okay? You’re a fifteen year old and you said you need your Mom. Now, where are you?

Blood Moon: I went to the bathroom because it felt like I had to go, but I didn’t and now there’s blood in the toilet.

Eclipse: Dad, go buy pads now. The ones I use. Not your giant cooch pads.

Kill Code: Fine. Fine. But they are not ‘giant cooch pads’

Eclipse: Yes, they are and there’s nothing wrong with having a massive cooch. Which bathroom, baby?

Blood Moon: The neutral one.

Eclipse: can you reach to unlock it, baby?

Blood Moon: I can hit the lock button with my shoe if I toss it at the handle.

Eclipse: Then do that, honey, okay?

Kill Code: I resent the ‘massive cooch’ statement as well.

Eclipse: Does it look like I care? Get my baby the pads that won’t make him feel like he’s wearing an entire box of regular pads stacked in his underwear.

Blood Moon: It should be open.

Kill Code: I bought your brand but a size down and light tampons. You need them in the bathroom?

Eclipse: Yes. I’m handling this.

Blood Moon: I leaked everywhere. We’re in public, Mom, I can’t go out with no underwear and blood on my pants. Did I have blood on my pants when I was walking around?

Eclipse: I know, baby. Mama brought underwear. Dad’s running into a store to get you something to wear, okay?

Blood Moon: I’m sorry.

Eclipse: Don’t you apologize, baby. Accidents happen, okay? It’s not your fault, I should have told you it would happen eventually but I figured you were still young enough that it wouldn’t be for a bit. This is perfectly normal, Bloody.

Harvest Moon: Is Bloody dying?

Kill Code: You sibling is not dying, child. Blood Moon is having his first period.

Harvest Moon: Ooooh, the bleeding thing you and Mom have. Okay.

Kill Code: I wanna know how the fuck you know I have one besides the vague conversation before.

Harvest Moon: Uncle Moon complains that you move around too much during you both’s time of the month and he explained it to me.

Kill Code: Moon.

Moon: What? You move too much. With our cycle, we should stay in bed with a heating pad and ice cream and suffer while we watch movies, not fucking hiking and rock climbing like you, ya fuckin’ prick.

Kill Code: It motivates me to move to make the pain go away.

Moon: Yeah, it motivates you to shift the period pain all to me while you make our body sore and achy from physical activity.

Kill Code: How was I supposed to know it transfers the period pains to you? You never said anything about it!

Moon: Yeah, because I’m always a little bit stuck inside debilitated with pain and can’t speak!

Kill Code: I will stop doing strenuous activities when we’re on our period. Happy?

Moon: Yes.

Kill Code: Alright, good. Now. How is my grandbaby?

Blood Moon: Dad came and gave me clothes. Mama’s trying to take me home, but I want ice cream with Peepaw!

Kill Code: I’m sure you can tell us what you want from home, okay? You Mom’s right, you need to rest, take a bath, watch a movie. We’ll bring you home ice cream and your favorite food, I promise.

Blood Moon: Okaaaaaay.

Eclipse: Will you add their father already?

Kill Code: Fine.

Kill Code has added Polar to Why Is This My Family?

Polar: Oh, a family chat. That’s what you meant when you said KC told us to shut the door.

Eclipse: Yep. Apparently we didn’t shut the doors right. I think the circuit board finally gave out for the lab doors and we don’t have a panel in our room to close that door on its own.

Polar: Sorry.

Kill Code: It’s fine. I’ll bring over my boyfriend.

Moon: No, you won’t.

Kill Code: With that magic pendant you made? Yes, I will.

Moon: With the pendant, fine.

Blood Moon: Mama, I’m tired.

Polar: I’ll pick you up, baby, okay? You can sleep on me on the way home. Mama’s got the bags for you.

Blood Moon: Thank you, Daddy.

Lunar: Blood Moon is adorable as always. Thank you for your contribution to the world with your cuteness.

Moon: Whatever unholy god made us knew we needed something that looks menacing but is precious to balance out your looks cute but is snarky.

Lunar: Like you have room to talk, Mister Depression Incarnate

Moon: Listen. Shut up.

Lunar: You’re only angy because I’m right.

Moon: Of course I know you’re right but you don’t have to say it.

Lunar: You know I do.

Sun: Why did I come on here and find chaos? Last I knew there was only one chat with me, Lunar and Moon. Why must we suffer knowing their family drama as well?

Kill Code: I didn’t know how to private message someone! I’m sorry!

Sun: Fine. I don’t care.

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months

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Cas!!! You work with kids right? I need your help!

What do you wear to work?

I have placement in a high school in 6 weeks for 2 weeks and I have no idea what to wear. I’d need to dress professionally, and my family keeps telling me to wear certain clothes that I don’t want to wear bc of my dysphoria but obviously I can’t tell them that.

So what clothes are comfortable and professional at the same time?

Thank youuuu

Hi!

I do :D

So, without knowing your gender expression I'm not sure what to specifically advise, so I'll give you some general suggestions.

First, especially as a new person in the school, make sure to check to see if there is a dress code. Most schools have an employee dress code. (Mine doesn't, I'm lucky!).

As far as WHAT to wear, here's some things I've learned:

If you're wearing a dress or skirt, nothing too tight or short. Go for long and flowy, or you could have an unfortunate accident. Also, you could wear spanx/biker shorts under them for added safety.

For a more feminine look that's still professional, I like wearing a top tucked into wide-legged flowy pants. It's very comfortable and interchangeable.

For more masculine days, I usually do button downs, either over a tighter shirt or buttoned up. I'll pair that with jeans because I'm allowed, but if you're not, you could find some slacks with some stretch to them.

In general, buy things with stretch to them, especially if you're not stick thin. Most jobs working with kids involve a lot of movement and you want to be comfortable.

If you want to get away with dressing a bit more casual, the best way to do it is by wearing school clothing. I.e. if the school has clothing with their logo on it, try to grab something if you have the cash. I can get away with walking around in a sweatshirt because it has my school's logo on it.

Adults will judge you on if you're appropriate. Kids will judge you on if you're in style. But honestly, as long as you're not outrageously dressed, kids don't care too much.

Tiktok has a lot of ideas. Teachers love to post their 'fits' and I've gotten ideas from them. You could search 'masc teacher outfits' or 'femme teacher outfits' or 'gender neutral teacher outfits' and I'm sure a lot will come up.

Stay away from white. Just....stay away. Even working with older kids...if you get something on it, there goes your whole day.

Keep a change of clothes in your car. Trust me.

Hope that helps, and good luck! You got this! <3

#ask #asks #ask cas

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agentsquirrelsgotrobots · 9 months

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"Prime, I wouldn't do this." Charlie warned, putting his hand on the holster of his tox-en knife. He had bought it from Swindle and only carried it when he thought he would use it. It was too dangerous for everyday carry.

"Where is Heatwave? He hasn't reported in." Optimus sounded angry, his plating flared and smokestacks steaming.

"He's busy sir." Chase said. "With the wedding."

"Whose wedding?" Optimus asked, a cold edge to his voice.

"My daughter and Blades." Charlie said. Optimus was shocked. "They haven't proposed yet, but it's practically set in stone.

"Literally," Chase said. "Dani's wedding rings came in yesterday, and Blades's conjunx medal has been custom ordered."

"Which means?" Charlie said, a smirk on his face.

"By Autobot code on interspecies marriage, the deployed bot must stay at a base within a visitable distance of their spouse, especially if there's additional dependents. Blades would be duty bound to stay on the nearest autobot base to Dani." Chase recited.

"We will relocate her then. Blades is needed in China." Optimus said.

"Optimus, with all due respect, that's a twelve hour one-way plane trip to and from Griffin Rock. And even if you used the ground bridge, Dani isn't fluent in Chinese or Mandarin, never mind getting a job in her field. It would require her to renounce her American passport, become fluent in both languages, pass the citizenship exam, and then the civil service exam. The process would take years, and she would have to start over in her career, retaking all the licenses exams too. She would be confined to the house, with very little access to the community before she reaches fluency." Charlie said.

Optimus sighed. "Very well. I will reassign someone else. It's been a while since I have seen my son. I still want to see a report from Heatwave by the end of the week."

Optimus transformed and drove through an open ground bridge.

"Sir, when will you tell Optimus that Heatwave is deceased?"

"When I can plan an accident to cover up the hole in his crotch. Bastard had to have the weirdest place for a subspace, didn't he. I like your new cyber matter avatar. Doc Greene worked wonders with the base design. I'm glad you added your own personal touches. Maybe later I could find out how personal?" Charlie smirked as Chase's avatar blushed.

"I would be happy to if I still feel up to it."

"If not, we will take a rain check. Your alt mode does need a bath, you know."

Chase's avatar blushed harder. "Could we keep it platonic? I really just want a quiet evening and sleep in my alt mode tonight."

"You know what? For your quick thinking, I will give you some cash and you can go to the car wash you like on main street. The one with the soft scrubbers."

Chase beamed. "Thank you, boss."

"That's alright, my siren."

#mafia au #tfrb cody #transformers rescue bots #chase rescue bots #rescue bots #charlie burns #DaniBlades #dani x blades #chase has a literal pet name now #Charlie Burns x chase #“my siren” is a BIG bit of foreshadowing #i will write Heatwave's death tomorrow #and Quickshadow's #MUUURRRRDDDDDDEEEEERRRRRRRRR

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geareduptom · 6 months

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My bunny kids and their 2 adopted younger sisters Jay and Shy~

I know that Bunny kid oc's aren't new. they just bring me joy. So I've added some info about them below the line ^^'

Oldest-youngest Brooke & Max - Twins Trix Charles Adopted Jay (Blind White Bunny) Adopted Shy (Red Panda)

Brooke is the oldest by 3 minutes. She does have a cat tail, but she got into an accident and it got cut off so it's bandaged. She also dyed the tips of her ears blue. Brooke is into music and loves to sing, She's known as the family's voice.

Max is the second oldest and the strongest. (because I can he's impossibly strong.) Max has a bunny tail and he's a vegan who likes to make healthy meals for his siblings when they accept it. He is the health nut of the family and a very strong one lol.

Trix is the middle child of the blood-related siblings. He is also their technical genius. Very smart bean. He is the one who looks fully like a cat compared to his siblings. He also has Heterochromia.

Charles is the youngest brother. He has a love for magic and tends to be an escape artist which makes it a nightmare to babysit him XD Charles is also one of the most stubborn siblings since he wants to be involved and help out as much as possible. Which gets him into trouble.

Jay is the second youngest sister. She was adopted after being abandoned by her original family. She is blind, but she loves to dance and you can often find her wearing ribbons around her ears since they were one of her first gifts.

Shy is the youngest of the family. She tends to have anger issues and struggles not to lash out since her original family was abusive. She ends up with the family after an incident and they're still learning about her boundaries since she struggles to communicate them. (As she grows older she gets better at this, she also gets some help with the whole anger issues. Often exersizing with Max or going to lessons for fighting.)

Max and Brooke are very close siblings and tend to work to help raise their siblings, but they don't shoulder all the responsibility since Oswald is very attentive to their needs as well.

Trix tends to lock himself in his room to work on machines or trinkets. He likes to fix or make things since it helps the family. He even learned about computer codes and such. He tends to drift between hanging out with the older siblings and the younger siblings since he's the middle child and doesn't care who he hangs out with. (He could be considered non-binary as well. so technically he could be considered a they/them. However, he prefers he/him.)

Charles, Jay, and Shy tend to get into lots of mischief being the youngest group. However, Jay is their voice of reason. She just hangs around them since Charles started looking after her. Shy even though she's the youngest is very clingy to Jay as well. Jay is very confident and tends to help her when she's upset. Otherwise, Charles finds a good distraction for her.

That's technically my info dump for now lol. Idk if anyone even read all of that but I don't care this made me happy ^^

#g.u.t.#art #mine #oc max #oc's #oc brooke #oc charles #oc jay #Oc SHy #Oc Trix #Bunny kids #Adopted bunny kids #geareduptom

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smiletimeisrunningout · 5 months

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okay more Baldur's gate things because I'm definitely adding my Lex (half elf, wizard, criminal past, supposedly into knowedge?? the summary is: she's a weirdo with a personal code and lots of tadpoles) to my multi and yesterday it was hilarious:

I saved the thiefling and that's all that matters to me/Lex (don't know what I'll do when I'll try a less 'gotta protect the underdog even though I'm supposed to be a criminal' person), though I may have skipped forward too fast for a level 3 character in act 1 by killing all the goblin leaders, including the one we could have apparently recruited if letting those innocents be slaughtered. No wonder she gets along with Wyll best.

I had Volo rip her eye out by accident when pushing him to go on with his crazy experiment to remove the tadpole so now she can see invisibility with her prosthetic one. No, I will not be taking criticism or questions at this time (I need to rp the after because she was impossibly chill about it and that's canon)

Lae'zel came onto her??? Is that how you say when someone basically tells you she'd like to jump your bones? which is literally out of nowhere because as much as Lex finds her funny in my head, they disagree about everything, but because Lex didn't run away from giant fights (which I HATED, I was forced to, and I'm pretty sure Lex didn't want to do given her background) she was into her???? Obviously if I rp I won't ask another rper to replicate that, just to know that Lex would keep her and the others forever and have weird adventures because FUN. Also Lex NEVER takes her threats seriously nor shows all that respect, mostly she makes smartass or amused comments, but also got in the way so Shadowheart wouldn't kill her and won't criticize her for her way to live.

Shadowheart woken Lex up at night when almost killing Lae'zel WHILE SHE SLEPT (after the artifact fight) and she was saying she'd claim La'zel had started changing, so while I interrupted the fight peacefully there is no way Lex specifically as a character would ever grow super close/trust her again? I headcanon Lex is fine with people keeping their secrets, she does it too, but betraying trust and companions and lying about it, and the 'attacking a companion while they sleep'? Against her code. Even if she feels affection for her, she hasn't forgotten that Shadowheart wasn't exactly joking when she said 'huh I'd kill you right away' after Lex told her that if she (Shadow) turned she'd tie her up and go find a cure for her. She tries not to disrespect her faith and supports her, let her keep the artifact (and saved her on the ship at the beginning) so she thought they were getting closer, but this crossed the line even if Lex will still treat her as a friend and defend her.

ASTARION IS SO FUNNY. I stand by the idea that 'Lex will insult/roll her eyes at him at all times, but violently protect him with her life, she feels she's the only one who can be like 'shut the fuck up, Astarion' and won't let anyone else mistreat him unless it's a friendly thing, even told the others to trust him when they learned he's a vampire. I like the idea that she's very "I'm not buying any of your crap" to him, while unable to stop smiling at him and secretly worrying for him. Also I feel that when he sensed that she wasn't about to suggest sex at the druids party he was like 'I want sex... NOT WITH YOU' only because she wasn't giving him the vibe she'd say yes, otherwise they'd probably be considering it, even if it's just casually? Astarion was shockingly offended by Gale's reveal because 'he didn't tell his FRIENDS he was dangerous' he used the words "friends", he focused on that, me as a player and Lex as a character are so intrigued by that, considering that Lex herself didn't feel that personally slighted by Gale not telling the truth in general, just not liking that he might die nor that he didn't tell them he could "erupt" (also, if there had been a dialogue option for it, she'd have been like "you didn't tell you were a vampire and tried to bite me while I slept??" She gave him permission to do it once because she's a weirdo and it hurt, but it was such a dangerous thing). By the way, she told Astarion she can suck the enemies' blood but not hers, because it DID hurt and because she's not going to give her literal blood to people. She kinda looks at him softly when they are not bantering so there is that, and she drank his wine so. Weirdest relationship.

Wyll got horns and she's into the demon look. No but seriously, Wyll is the one she effortlessly gets along with and she likes so much (because they are both heroic even if she's not supposed to be) even though I accidentally started romancing Gale. She still thinks so very highly of Wyll even after knowing about him making a mysterious deal with the devil, never knew she wanted to be heroic too until meeting him and realizing she was choosing to fight for others all the time, the way no one ever fought for her. So help me god if the others don't rally up for her if she gets in danger.

Karlack is going to be her best friend, I can feel it. But she just arrived and I don't know much.

We are in love with the dog.

I know nothing of Minthara, I killed her right away to protect the tieflings.

I have Halsin in my camp but considering I didn't directly save him, I don't know him much

I ACCIDENTALLY started romancing Gale to see if he'd respond well (when they performed a spell that bonded them a bit, so I reasoned she got a bit lost in it, and conjured the image of them having a romantic walk? she's weirdly sweet?) but I can feel that once he revealed his secret Lex pulled back because he not only hid it for so long, but can't deal with the 'sleeping with a goddess wasn't enough' which makes her think of how many tadpoles she put in her brain, even if she's still very friendly to him and kinda flirty, and I'm so curious to see where it'd go, but I think this was too big of a secret for her??

Karlack is going to be her best friend, I can feel it. But she just arrived and I don't know much.

We are in love with the dog.

I know nothing of Minthara, I killed her right away to protect the tieflings.

I have Halsin in my camp but considering I didn't directly save him, I don't know him much

We got Withers, Lex still can't believe a magical corpse is trying to get her money. He's is the equivalent of that guy in Spyro who asks you lots of diamonds to build bridges. It's hilarious.

Lex is shoving tadpoles in her head, she WANTS to be a cool wizard and I headcanon it's to protect herself because she lived a life of rejection and hunger, but in the end she's slipping into I NEED POWER TO SURVIVE. Yet she refuses to abandon companions who are a threat.

I literally made this post her unofficial about page in my multi.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #i can't wait to add her and rp her but I can't until I know the full story #or at least the full story in my playthrough

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DM: Hidden meanings behind Meghan's 'rich mom energy' ski-slope wardrobe (worth over £44,000!)

This article is predictably fawning all over Mrs. Sucks-It but there are some eyebrow raising lines that might amuse. The extreme tone-deafness of this PR merching puff piece lauding her for wearing a "'rich mom energy' ski-slope wardrobe (worth over £44,000!)" for a veterans charity event is even more eyebrow raising.

[Note: this article understates the value of her 3-day wardrobe as calculated and analyzed by Remoulade Sauce on twitter/x. I can't link in the post, but will link in comments below.]

Laura Craik: From a £3,000 Hermes bomber jacket to £195 Joan of Arctic boots, hidden meanings behind Meghan's 'rich mom energy' ski-slope wardrobe (worth over £44,000!)

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Getting dressed is a minefield these days. Not only do you have to worry about whether your clothes are in fashion, there’s also increasing pressure to worry about their provenance..... [Maybe in A-list celebrity fash-shawn circles, but this is not going to make her relatable to regular people at all.]

No one knows this better than Meghan, the queen of carefully coded outfits. While she was in Whistler, Canada, to support Prince Harry’s preparations for next year’s Invictus Games in the town, no sooner had she touched down than, for fashion watchers around the world, the ‘label games’ began.

Out of the hundreds — nay, thousands — of snow boots Meghan could have worn, she chose a £195 pair of Joan Of Arctic boots by Sorel. Coincidence, or subliminal way of aligning herself with the martyred saint, put to the stake by representatives of an English king?

Like Joan, Meghan is known by several names, has a distinctive and much commented-upon look, and has been tried — at least in the court of public imagination — for many perceived crimes against the Royal Family.

Most visitors to a ski resort would see an all-white outfit as impractical, but not Meghan....

It was a cosy, girl-next-door look that harked back to the clothes she wore when she and Harry first started dating. (Let’s not forget their first outing as a couple was at the 2017 Invictus Games.)

Was this meant to suggest they’re as madly in love as they were then? That Meghan is still the same Meghan — albeit with a Duchess of Montecito makeover that includes a £44,000 Whistler wardrobe? ......

That evening, on Valentine’s Day no less, Meghan donned a £4,600 cherry-red coat by every stealth wealth fan’s favourite label, Loro Piana, teamed with a matching red cross-body bag worth £1,700 from Valentino.

Romantic gifts from Prince Harry? We’ll never know — but they certainly beat a dozen red roses. [Um. No. This is the ill-fitting baggy Joker Jacket.]

The Loro Piana coat was part of an odyssey of outerwear through which Meghan showed off the ‘rich mom energy’ that befits her Montecito lifestyle....

She could have saved herself thousands by going to Mountain Warehouse, but no:......

It was worn with riding boots from Co worth £950, despite there being nary a horse in sight, .....

Like the Princess of Wales, the Duchess loves to support female designers......

Nor was its ‘army green’ colour an accident, given that it was worn for the One Year To Go Invictus dinner, an event that honours the resilience and camaraderie of the troops. [But did not invite any veteran participants.] ......

As a final flourish, she added a £12,569 diamond tennis necklace by Logan Hollowell. But these weren’t just any diamonds: these were lab-created diamonds whose conscience was as clean as a newborn babe’s. [Unlike the blood diamonds?]

It was the perfect end to a pitch-perfect series of looks. Her stylist, if she has one, deserves an (ethically sourced) gold medal.

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another lonely valentine's day

💗 happy valentine's day !! 💗 what better way to celebrate than to make our favourite babygirl suffer? this takes place in an au where the accident never happened, and corey is still working towards his college dreams by mowing lawns, having affairs and babysitting.

WARNING for corey cunningham x roger allen relationship, age difference, infidelity, unhealthy relationship dynamics, smut (non-penetrative and oral sex), angst from a guy who is upset that his married boyfriend doesn't love him, some mildly stalkerish behaviour, and some arguable hurt/comfort. 4.5K word count.

🎀 very cute dividers by @/gigittamic 🎀

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

"Corey?"

Corey sighs and checks the time. It had only been ten minutes since he put Jeremy to bed.

"Corey?!" Jeremy calls again, louder this time, his voice high and lifting at the end of his name. It grates on Corey's nerves.

"What is it now, Jeremy?"

"I'm thirsty!"

"You've just had a glass of milk."

"I want another one!"

They had a deal -- since Jeremy had gotten in so much trouble for his silly prank last Halloween and Corey had very generously done some self-serving damage control -- that Corey would let Jeremy do whatever he wanted (within some reason, as negotiable on the night, but usually involving too much energy for Corey's liking), and stay up as late as he wanted after he went to bed, in exchange for leaving Corey alone for the rest of the night. And if he didn't, Corey would tell Mr Allen just how much of a little shit Jeremy had been for him. It was a system that worked, even if it meant telling a couple of white lies about the evening's activities.

Jeremy was always a brat, it must have been coded directly into his DNA, but he'd been extra irritating before going to bed tonight. He tended to talk Corey's ear off anyway, asking personal questions that Corey would always lie in response to whether he strictly speaking needed to or not, and tonight he had extra ammunition.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Why not? It's because you're so ugly, isn't it."

"No, I just don't have one. I could if I wanted to."

"No you couldn't. Girls don't like boys who are ugly and poor. That's why you're bossing me around on Valentine's Day."

The back of Corey's neck itched. Sure, that's why he was spending his Valentine's Day babysitting the brattiest kid he'd ever met. Because no one wants to go out with him. Not because Jeremy's dad says "Jump," and Corey asks "How high?"

He shuts Jeremy up by letting him watch a playthrough on youtube of some horror videogame that one of Corey's friends back in high school would talk about nonstop. Turns out the game is way less scary when some hunk just talks over it, and although some of the music starts to freak him out a little, Corey surprises himself when he laughs along with Jeremy at most of the scares, even at the rabbit.

After traipsing back upstairs with another glass of milk, warm this time, Corey leaves Jeremy with a warning not to bother him again. Our deal, remember?

"What are you doing on Valentine's day?"

"Nothing," Corey replies, much too quickly. He can hear Mr Allen stifle a chuckle on the other end of the phone. Corey's cheeks burn, "Um, I mean, I don't have any plans, yet." Yet. As if they're lining up round the block to take Corey out and he just hasn't decided who's worth his time. "Why?"

"Well, Theresa and I were wondering if you'd be able to babysit Jeremy for a few hours?"

Corey bites his lips so hard he can taste blood. He soothes it with his tongue, "Sure, no problem." He kicks himself later for being such a sucker.

Mrs Allen is flustered when he arrives, putting the final touches of lipstick and perfume on while she explains the usual ground rules. Corey knows the drill. She looks beautiful, with her hair loose and curly around her shoulders and red flowers on her dress. He tries to imagine his own momma getting dressed up for a date, but he struggles to remember Momma and Ronald ever going anywhere without him. They hadn't even had a honeymoon.

Corey hovers awkwardly, trying to keep out of the way as Mrs Allen buzzes around, from the mirror to the coat stand by the door. While she puts her coat on, Corey's eyes wander as Mr Allen comes downstairs in a pressed suit. He waves at the older man, who gives him a wink that dangerously toes the line of 'friendly', before he disappears towards the kitchen.

"Oh!" Mrs Allen starts, before lowering her voice. "There's a box of chocolates in the kitchen for you, Corey. Roger put them on top of the fridge so Jeremy wouldn't see them; a little treat for you after he goes to bed."

Corey checks the time again. He hasn't heard a peep from Jeremy for a while, which is a good sign.

But the TV isn't holding his attention tonight like it normally does, and even though the Allens always tell him he can use their Netflix, he just can't settle on a movie.

Instead he scrolls through Roger's profile for a while, looking at his watch list and what he's been currently watching, what's been recommended to him and his most popular categories. Corey makes mental notes of where their tastes are similar and where they differ, thinks of how he can subtly integrate all of this into a conversation, to show just how interesting he is, how compatible they are.

His rumbling stomach puts an end to his media-stalking for now. Momma had made meatloaf for dinner, as grainy and bland as always, and Corey hadn't been able to stomach much of it. Not with the butterflies fluttering in his gut as he watched the clock, desperate to get out of the house a soon as possible tonight.

He lets a movie start playing, some 90's thriller than everyone in his American Lit. class used to rave about, before pulling himself off the couch and wandering into the kitchen.

The Allens' fridge is always fully stocked. Fruit and vegetables in the crisper, health foods that Corey's never even heard of before, branded candy and juice and condiments fill the door, cuts of meat that they probably actually knew how to cook instead of turning them to rubber or relying on boxes of lean cuisine. They even have an ice maker. There's a couple of bottles of Heineken -- because Roger only drinks Heineken in the house -- at the very front. It feels like a trick, Corey takes one anyway.

On top of the fridge, amongst juice boxes and tin that could be cookies but Corey guesses might be their sewing kit, is a red, heart-shaped box of chocolates. Just like Mrs Allen promised. Corey holds it in his hands, rubs his thumb against the satiny pink ribbon that wraps around it.

In middle school, Corey had gotten a Valentine's candygram one year. He walked into homeroom and found the pink paper heart and a cherry flavoured dumdum sat conspicuously on his desk.

There was a chorus of hushed giggles from behind him. Over his shoulder he sees Kelly and her friends, whispering. Whispering made Corey nervous. Then, Kelly waves at him shyly, a knowing smile on her face. He waved back, face burning.

He ate the lollipop over lunch, and folded the pink paper heart and put it in his pocket, carried it around with him all week. Sometimes he'd take it out to look at it, reading the message over and over and over again -- Be my Valentine?

Momma found the heart when she collected his laundry at the end of the week, emptying out his pockets onto the kitchen table, picking up the pink paper heart with her probing fingers.

Corey didn't hear the end of it for weeks.

There's a gift tag pre-attached at the bow on his Valentine's chocolates and Corey flips it open, expecting a list of the candies that are inside, but that isn't it. It's a message, handwritten in black biro in neat print-capitals. The words start to swim in Corey's vision, merging into an inky pool until he pushes his glasses up to wipe at his eyes, trying to hide his tears from an invisible audience. He isn't fooling anyone, because his lip starts wobbling instead.

He brings the candy back into the living room with him, along with his beer and sits criss-crossed on the couch, then rips the ribbon off in one go.

Corey sinks half the box before he can stop himself.

The rest he tries to savour, rolling each chocolate in his mouth, letting them melt on his tongue until he can figure out the flavoured centre while he watches his movie. The truffles are his favourites, then the pralines, followed by caramels, vanilla cream and pecan clusters, then finally the strawberry ones come last.

Between eating, he drinks his beer like a palate cleanser, finishing it only to go get the other bottle from the fridge. Two beers down, Corey can feel the buzz under his skin, in his tear-pink cheeks, and the relief of tension leaving his unsettled self.

If he takes the candy box home, Momma would ask too many questions that he didn't want to answer -- that he didn't even want to think about -- so he throws the empty tray in the trash can in the Allens' kitchen and chews a stick of bubblegum to cover the alcohol on his breath. It wasn't fool proof, but it was the most he could do.

Upstairs, Corey listens for movement from Jeremy's room. The hallway is dark, lit only by the lamps downstairs glowing up through the spiral of the staircase. Corey circles the warm light, never quite letting it catch him, as he dips into Jeremey's room to turn his TV off, then continues on to the master bedroom.

It's dark in there too, as Corey stands in the doorway. The bed is made neatly, sheets tucked cleanly under the mattress but rumpled in places where someone had sat down to pull on a stocking or tie a shoelace. He looks around familiarly, at the contemporary beige art on the walls and at the framed family pictures on the dresser, goes through the jackets and dresses that line the closet, and the messy draws full of almost designer sweaters and workout clothes and underwear. Mrs Allen's expensive lotion sits on the nightstand, next to where Corey always discards his glasses.

Laying in their bed, on Mr Allen's side, Corey looks up into the darkness. His cheeks are wet and getting wetter, and he rolls onto his front, muffles his sniffling in Mr Allen's pillow and breathing deeply the faint, shouldn't-be-comforting scent of the older man's cologne. Dark and woody, but classic in a way that compliments the rich floral perfume Corey always smells on Mrs Allen's pillow.

Part of him hopes Roger will know, hopes he'll feel the dampness there on his pillow while he tries to sleep, hopes he'll catch the taste of salt, and know exactly what he'd driven Corey to.

It's long-past midnight by the time Mr and Mrs Allen get home.

Corey hovers awkwardly by the door while Mrs Allen kicks out of her heels, hangs her coat on the stand, her conversation slower now as she thanks him again for babysitting. Corey preferred her like this, when she no longer had to worry about making their 7:30 reservation, or whether Jeremy was ready for bed before they left. When she isn't so tense, it made it a lot harder for Corey to interpret her tension as something else, something worse.

She counts his money out for him, but as he zips his coat up and prepares to cycle back home in the cold, Mr Allen stops him.

"Hold on, Corey, I'll give you a ride." The first words he'd spoken directly to Corey all night.

"Oh, no," Corey insists, hesitating anyway. "It's okay, really. I don't want to --"

"It's no trouble. We wouldn't want you out alone at this time. Unless you've got a secret black belt you haven't mentioned?"

Corey laughs, his real boyish laugh that Mr Allen likes so much.

Mrs Allen leans up, whispers something in her husbands ear, a perfectly French-manicured hand patting his chest once. Corey averts his eyes.

Then, Corey and Mr Allen are stood outside in the biting February air.

"Did you enjoy your night?" Corey asks as they pull out of the driveway. He rubs his cold hands together in his lap.

Roger turns the heater on high. "We did, thanks."

"What was the restaurant like?" He doesn't normally ask questions, doesn't normally like to know the answers, but he's feeling just a little vindictive tonight. Curious, too.

Roger catches his eye through the rear-view mirror. He smirks. "It was nice. We've been wanting to try it out for a while, actually. We don't go out as much as we should anymore."

"I just watched a movie," Corey says with a shrug, like it's no big deal. Like it's how he was going to be spending his Valentine's day anyway. "One that my friends at college always recommend, but I never get time to watch movies. Momma -- my mom -- she's always so picky about movies." Corey can hear himself start to ramble, clutching at the straws of interest. "And Jeremy was okay tonight," he lies, then changes his mind. "Well, he said I don't have a girlfriend because I'm ugly. But he didn't get up after he went to bed."

Roger sighs, "Ignore him, you know what he's like. Theresa coddles him, but he's a little terror sometimes, same as any other boy. And besides, you know that's not true -- you're not ugly." His hand leaves the wheel and lands on Corey's thigh.

The younger man hums, suppresses how utterly pleased he feels at being told that. You're not ugly, and god if Corey won't be thinking about that for who-knows how long. He doesn't say anything when Roger takes a right turn, heading for the long route back to Corey's side of town.

A stupid, sappy old love song comes on the radio. Corey reaches out to change the channel, settling on WURG, where Willy the Kid is hosting the Anti-Valentines show till late. Heartbroken love songs for all those unlucky enough to be without action tonight.

"You liked the chocolates?" Roger says. It ends in a question mark, but Corey hears a period.

"Yeah, I ate the whole box." He did like them. They were perfect and thoughtful and he's so very, very grateful because he shouldn't expect anything at all.

They pull into the empty lot of the Dollar General and Roger turns the car off, letting the sudden silence -- the stillness of the night -- settle over them. A distant streetlight casts a sickly orange light into the car, the light and shadows chiselling Roger's features deeper, more stern. Corey chews his lip until he tastes blood.

Still, it's Corey's hands that wander first. Because he's been so lonely, waiting all night long for Roger's attention. Looking after Roger's son and drinking Roger's beer and eating Roger's cheap Valentine's present, while Roger was at an expensive restaurant, eating his $80 steak, with his wife who deserves so much better. Corey doesn't though.

And Roger, not for the first time, thinks What the fuck am I doing? when his lips meet Corey's through the darkness. The younger man tastes of bubblegum and beer, but beneath that he can taste those damn chocolates. The taste suits him; sweet and boyish, a little bit cheap.

Any lingering thoughts of Theresa, of how it shouldn't take more than half an hour to drive to Corey's house and back, of how she's waiting for him with a promise -- whispered in his ear as he picked his car keys up off the the table by the door -- are quickly replaced with thoughts of them getting caught, of one of Haddonfield's finest driving by and seeing them, of a sharp tap on the window that makes Corey look up, mouth open and eyes wide and looking every bit the pretty boy he is, of talking their way out of a night in the cells for public indecency because This isn't what it looks like Officer, I swear!

And then Corey's pulling away, twisting himself around in the passenger seat so he can lean down, and Roger can't really make himself think of anything else but the way Corey is so obliging. Undoing Roger's belt, his fly, Corey pulls the older man's boxers down low enough to free his cock, slapping heavy against his toned stomach; Corey presses a wet, pouty kiss to his tip. "I missed you."

"You did?"

Corey nods, wrapping his hand around Roger's length, his fingertips just about touching. "So fucking much."

Another kiss, kittenish licks, Corey's soft hand stroking him slowly, working him like Roger isn't already rock hard for him. Roger closes his eyes, lets himself enjoy Corey's ministrations, learnt precisely by what Roger -- and Roger alone -- likes. They shouldn't be taking their time, however Roger is downright incapable of stopping Corey's hand as it smears his own precum down his shaft, slicking the younger man's movements, but not enough to take away the hint of hot and heavy friction that keeps Roger on the edge.

"I'll make it up to you, hm?" Roger manages, and Corey finally goes down on him, mouth wet and warm and always welcoming, as if to say, Go ahead.

With a sharp inhale, Roger starts, "I'll take you out somewhere. Somewhere nice. I know a restaurant that you'll love, where they do the best desserts you've ever had in your life. You'd like that, right?"

Corey hums in agreement; the vibration makes Roger throb even harder, pulsing against the soft roof of his mouth.

Roger always sounds so sure of his words, so assertive in his thoughts. It makes Corey believe him all the more, makes him want to nod and agree to whatever it is Roger tells him he thinks. Like how he always says Corey was such a tease, all those weekends he'd take his shirt off to mow the lawn, skin glistening with sweat right where Roger could see him. And how Corey had known exactly what he was doing with his wide-eyed virgin routine, as though Roger could have ever said no to him. And that Corey's so easy, so eager, so desperate. That Corey will always say yes.

"Or we could go to a bar. Shoot some pool, have some beers, catch the game. We could have a boys night." He grabs Corey's hair, applying a pressure that is more a suggestion -- more, deeper, please -- than a command.

"And then back to the hotel. Somewhere we can get room service, of course, I know you love that. And I'll take such good care of you. You know that, don't you, baby?"

Roger's getting close and he knows it, especially when Corey swallows, his throat tight and hot and clenching around Roger's cock and he's almost --

He pulls Corey off him, a thin trail of saliva dripping from his plush lip to Roger's spit-shiny head, and watches as the younger man wipes the rest of the drool from his chin with the back of his hand.

"I think you feel guilty," Corey says, voice level and surprisingly measured. There's no elaboration on what Roger should be feeling guilty about, just Corey's wide eyes and swollen lips, and Roger's left to fill in the blank space that Corey leaves behind.

Guilty about making me babysit. Guilty about driving me home. Guilty about doing this with me and then going home to sleep with your wife too.

The list goes on and on and on, and Roger tightens his grip in Corey's hair while he thinks, feeling the smooth, waxy strands twisted between his fingers. Corey will fuss over it in the rear-view mirror on the way home, combing his own fingers through those locks, back into his neat side-part, and Roger will watch him for too long, wishing he could see Corey's hair in it's full glory, not just sex-mused but his natural, bouncing cherub curls, more often.

Roger's hand is still in Corey's hair but he doesn't move, just waits to be told what to do.

"Get in the back."

It's only marginally less cramped in the back seat and darker still, the warm orange glow of the streetlight even fainter as Roger pulls Corey into his lap, lets him burrow into his neck while Roger slips a hand between his legs, palms the growing bulge over rough denim. Corey keens into it eagerly, legs twitching as he tries to keep himself from clamping his thighs around Roger's hand and humping it.

When his whines get louder, a strong hand grabs the back of Corey's knee, moving him to straddle Roger's trim hips, makes sure he's settled before teasing the zipper of Corey's jeans down, once again feeling that hard swell in his underwear.

There's a growing damp patch on the white cotton, sticking it to the leaking pink head of Corey's cock. Roger thumbs the wetness, smearing it through the fabric over Corey's burning skin, and Corey doesn't want to wait. He desperately pulls at the elastic of his briefs, pulls them down and hisses with relief when his dick springs free, resting against the pudge on his lower stomach, leaving a streak of precum on his auburnish happy trail.

Roger clasps one large hand around the both of them and Corey moans like it hurts; he grips tight, squeezing just right to press at the sensitive spot beneath his tip every time Corey's length slides against his.

Corey bucks in Roger's grasp, enough that Roger doesn't even have to stroke them anymore, just holds them still and grinds up against Corey's needy frotting. The developing rhythm is less co-ordinated than Corey can usually manage when he's on top, but the newness of the sensation, the way he can never quiet repeat the same motion or hit the same spot twice is maddening.

With all their clothes still on though, it's almost like it was back then, back when the most they did was dry hump on the couch while a football game played forgotten in the background. And it's not fair, Corey thinks. This is it? This is all he gets?

Roger once told him, "More is just never enough for you, is it, baby?", and although Corey had been kind of preoccupied at the time, the thought had burrowed it's way into his mind, repeated on a loop in Roger's low voice while Corey twiddled his thumbs in class the next day. Momma always told him something similar, when she'd decide he was being ungrateful over something or nothing -- it was always nothing -- that she didn't know what more Corey could want. A roof over his head, food on the table, his mother's love, always. Did he not already have enough? What more could Corey want? Boxed chocolates, empty promises and messy back-seat fumblings.

Roger is proven right. It's Valentine's day and Corey wants more.

"That's it, good boy. Feels good doesn't it?"

As Roger's hand slips further down the back of Corey's jeans, beneath his underwear, Corey catches his wrist, slowing the movement of his hips but not pausing, and tries to direct Roger's fingers closer to where he wants them.

Roger pulls back, resumes simply palming Corey's peachy ass. "Not tonight," he says firmly, and Corey makes a dissatisfied noise against the crisp white cotton of Roger's shirt.

"Please?"

Roger chuckles, "No, Corey." Still firm, but letting Corey down gently. "I know you want to play, but we can't. Not tonight."

"But I really want to, really badly," Corey pleads, scattering kisses up Roger's neck. It's not often Corey has to do the convincing. Rutting harder to prove his point, leaning back so Roger can see that playful little smile on his lips that always get him going, "And it's Valenti --"

"Corey," and it's a warning this time, given in a tone that Corey's never heard Roger use on him before. It's a tone he'd heard him use with Jeremy, though.

Corey shuts his mouth instantly, which is what he's always done best, and tries to ignore how his cheeks burn. The way his skin itches makes him want to scream.

After being told off, he can't bring himself to look back at Roger's disappointed face, so Corey looks down at their cocks instead, both wet with spit and precum, which is somehow less awkward. The spark in his gut rekindles slightly at the sight of Roger's dick, smaller than his by less than a half inch but big enough to knock the breath out of him, rubbing against his own.

Roger's hand has resumed stroking them together -- quickly, efficiently, like he's doing them both a favour.

A loud squeak breaks through the near-silence when Corey reaches out to brace himself against the window, his hand slipping in the condensation made up mostly of his own panting breaths. Another time, perhaps, it would have made him laugh, and his breathy laugh would have made Roger laugh and then --

Roger comes hard in his hand because he really can't let his shirt get dirty, and Corey follows with a shuddering groan, a half-word that could have been anything -- Fuck, Roger, Sorry -- warbles out with it.

"It's okay," Roger answers. "You're okay."

Corey licks Roger's hand clean, sucking the mess from his fingers. Tongue working between each digit till they're soaking wet. Tentative, playful nips at fingertips, biting just barely at his knuckles, never hard enough to leave a mark. No evidence gets left behind.

Feeling each ridge of Corey's teeth, Roger remembers the look on Corey's face from earlier, how his cheeks burned and he shrunk in on himself, making himself small and docile. If Corey bit down hard right now, sinking straight to the bone, then Roger would probably deserve it.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Corey whispers, lips brushing Roger's wet fingertips. Even in the quiet of the car, Corey's voice is smaller than it deserves to be. His big, brown eyes are glazy when they meet Roger's cold blues.

Roger stays quiet, feeling the warmth of Corey's heavy breath between them. In, out, in, out. He holds Corey's flushed face in his wet hand, strokes his thumb softly against his cheek, feels the barely-there stubble under his palm, watches Corey's eyes flutter shut, his lip twitch with the hint of a smile, his brow crease, fat teardrops well under his lashes until they spill down his cheeks.

"Let's get you home, hm?"

Mr Allen drops him off right outside his house -- "You're coming to do the gardening tomorrow, right?" -- and watches as Corey climbs out of the car and up the front porch steps. Joan lurks at the window, the curtains twitching closed once Corey gets to the door.

With one hand on the door handle, Corey turns to wave. Mr Allen is mostly shadowed in the driver's seat, but Corey half-smiles at him anyway, still looking even as Momma pulls him into the house by his scruff for being home so late.

As Corey lies in his bed, he stares up at the darkness of the ceiling. Or maybe his eyes are just closed because his fingers, slippery with the lotion from his nightstand, are shoved down his underwear. The gift tag from his chocolates -- For my Good Boy, ❤ R -- burns a hole beneath his pillow.

#corey cunningham x roger allen #💗💌 corey's love letters 💌💗#corey cunningham #i am a sweet tooth corey truther #corey baby that married man doesnt love you !!!!!!!#and they're such a cliche 🙄 fooling around with the babysitter ?? derivative #but i will never give corey a break #and thats a bona fide anna promise 😎#canon divergence my beloved !! they need more time together to make each other worse and ruin their lives even harder #some bonuses for the dedicated readers who also read my tags:#the game playthrough corey and jeremy watch is for f/naf #corey defo had a f/naf stan friend at school who would explain all the lore as it happened. like early days f/naf #corey watched his friend go through the trenches of the 1 - 4 timeline #the 90s movie that corey watches is the tal/ented mr rip/ley #the chocolates are russell stover. i added the pink bow though because 🎀aesthetic🎀#you know that gif of jude law in Wilde 1997 ?? yeah that one.#cunningallen

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