#without it they don’t have that control and can change moods on the fly

[matthewtkachuk]

the seasons are changing and so are we - tyler seguin

a fight threatens your relationship with Tyler, until a sunset boat ride changes everything

pairing: tyler seguin x reader

warnings: angst, alcohol, boats, mentions of marriage, shelb projecting (when am i not?)

word count: 2.3k

a/n: inspired by my own september long weekend with two black labs and some white claws. thanks as always to @antoineroussel for making sure it's coherent and a special shout out to @hotanddistraught for telling me i'm sick <3

“Those things are disgusting.”

They’re the first words Tyler has spoken to you all morning, since you woke up all alone in the spare room of the cottage. The first words spoken without vitriol since the screaming match yesterday, really. 

It had started innocently enough—a mention of how you didn’t want this summer to end during the drive up to Muskoka—that had somehow devolved into you silently crying in the passenger seat with Gerry in your lap trying to lick the salt from your face and the other two’s wet noses poking at you from the backseat. 

When he’d finally pulled into the long driveway of the ostentatious cottage, you’d all but leaped from the still moving vehicle without so much as making an attempt to help with the bags or the dogs. 

Supper had gone similarly—chock full of your silence and malicious noncompliance as you left him to suffer through not only grilling but preparing a side dish, too. 

And then you’d stubbornly side stepped his outstretched hand offering to take you to bed, choosing to spend the night alone in the spare room. 

You spent the entire night reliving the argument in your head, wondering how your wistful expression that you wished the summer would never end translated into unhappiness and a desire to leave the sincerest, most fulfilling relationship you’d ever known in Tyler’s eyes. Tossing and turning, you couldn't escape the way you felt in that passenger seat, the hurt and the anxiety intermingling with the fear that it was all slipping through your fingers.

Fear that somehow turned into anger, a fire lighting within you that he’d taken your words and twisted them until they were unrecognizable before throwing them right back in your face.

Which led you here, cracking a hard seltzer at nine o'clock in the morning which was clearly offensive to your boyfriend who looked on with a disapproving stare.

“Really?” you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is critiquing my drink choice your idea of an apology?”

He brushes past you as easily as he brushes past your words, reaching into the fridge for the orange juice and taking a giant gulp straight from the bottle. You barely suppress a grimace as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest tattoos and abs on full display. If you weren’t still so mad you probably would have made a joke about it, but, as it stands, you can barely stomach being in the same room. Especially since he seems content to ignore the issue. 

“We should go out on the boat today,” he says, proving your unspoken point. The B word gets the dogs going and you use the moments Tyler is shushing them to school your features. 

“Are you joking?” The hurt is present in your voice and written clearly across your face. Tyler winces at the sharp sound. 

He says your name softly, and though it’s normally one of your favorite sounds, it does nothing to temper your mood or your outrage this time. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you speak, “I’m not going to just let you sweep this under the rug with a fucking boat ride, Tyler.” 

He kind of pauses, then. Almost like he hadn’t expected your outburst. “I’m not—I’m not trying to sweep anything under the rug. I just don’t know what to say.”

All efforts at controlling yourself fly directly out of the window at his words. You slam the now empty can on the counter and grip your forehead in frustration. “You don’t know what to say? How about start with an apology and then let’s talk about how an innocent comment turned into all out war on the fucking highway.”

“I’m sorry—”

He’s the gasoline and you’re the slow building fire that started last night under the itchy covers of the spare room. “Well now it doesn’t mean shit because I had to tell you to do it! So what’s the real fucking issue here huh? I’ve given you everything I've got, Ty, it’s gotta be enough.” You’re referring to his heated comments yesterday, where he’d implied maybe this wasn’t working anymore. 

“It is! It’s enough. God, baby, it’s more than enough. It’s not you it’s me—” You give him an exasperated look, all but ready to push past him and grab your bags, ready to take your chances hitchhiking back to the city. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re perfect and you’re everything and I’m just some idiot hockey player with a no good hip, past his prime. You could have anyone you wanted-“

“You, Ty. I want you.” It’s honest and earnest, and you’re still fucking mad at him, but you love him, too.

“I can’t give you stability, I can't promise you I'll be home for supper every night. Hell, I can't even give you an entire summer at home. You’ll never be first, hockey will always be at least tied-”

“Do you think I don't know that? Tyler, we've been together for three years, I’m very aware of the limitations of your career. And I love your passion and your drive and your resiliency. I love you and the boys and the life we’re building.”

“I know and I am sorry. So sorry, baby. I let my insecurity get the best of me. 

“If anyone should be insecure it’s me—have you looked in a mirror lately? Or read your instagram DMs?” You’re joking, and the sound of your laugh calms him, soothes his soul, reassures him it’s safe to step into your space and steal a kiss. 

“Don’t need ‘em,” he says. “Got you.”

You lean into his embrace for a minute, fully giving into the love he so willingly offers before you break the spell briefly. Curving your hands alongside his jaw, you brush your thumb over the stubble on his cheek. “You gotta promise to talk to me, Ty. I can't read your mind and I can’t help when I don't know what's wrong. It’s not fair to either of us to hold it all in until you snap.”

“Promise.”

“Okay, I promise, too.” You kiss him quickly, before giving him a little love tap on the cheek. “Now go get the boat ready. I’m going to fill the cooler with beer and my disgusting drinks.” 

It’s a good morning on the boat—the perfect juxtaposition between the cool breeze as you cruise the lake and the gentle warmth of the sun as you drop anchor and Tyler tries (and fails) to catch fish for supper. Despite his earlier teasing, you find him more often with your drinks in his hand than his own, but he just gives you that stupid grin of his when you try to say something. 

Marshall and Cash lounge away on a bench seat, content to soak in the sun rays while their brother alternates between trying to jump on your and Ty’s laps and lounging at the front of the boat where the water crests over the bow. Your Insta stories consist of a short video of the boat cutting through calm waves, a shot of the cold drink in your hand, and one of Marshall looking away from the camera. Tyler reposts each one—every story slightly tilted in the way that all hockey players do when reposting on Insta.

Without the tension hanging over your head any longer, the good mood continues back at the cottage. You giggle and laugh through making supper, feeding the boys more than their fair share through meal prep before lounging on the back deck to enjoy your meals. 

The boys don’t get the invitation to climb up onto the bed until long after Tyler’s made your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your bed. 

Truth be told, the next morning you’re not quite sure how any other day of the long weekend could possibly hope to compare to the complete 180 of the day before. Until you’re woken with a kiss and the smell of caffeine and waffles. The waffles turn out to be just eggos, but he gets a solid A for effort, if only because he’s made you a cup of your favorite warm drink exactly how you like it. 

The morning fades into early afternoon as you lounge outside with your boys, your book in one hand and a cold drink in the other while Tyler runs around after the dogs, checking in every now and then like a toddler. “Did you see that babe?” and “what about that babe?” and “look at Gerry, babe!”

The sun is warm on your face, and you’re content to soak it all up while focusing most of your attention on your book. Only most of your attention, because Tyler is running around without his shirt on and there may have been a time or two where you had to read the same page several times over until it stuck. You’re just finishing a chapter when your sunlight goes dark, mere seconds before your boyfriend is tucking your bookmark to mark your page and tossing the book to the side and covering your body with his. 

“You, me, shower then boat. Whaddya say?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you nearly choke on your own spit before letting out a sharp laugh. 

The shower is short and quick, less handsy than maybe you were expecting until he slides behind your naked body, gripping and holding your bare skin as you apply hair products in the mirror. 

“Wear that sundress I like,” he suggests, nipping at the skin of your shoulder and dancing out of the bathroom before you can get out so much as a confused ‘okay?’

Undoing the knots holding the boat to the dock is a tad harder than you remember it being while your movements are slightly more restricted in the dress you’re wearing, but you manage to get it done while Tyler starts up the boat. 

Getting on the thing itself is a little harder after you’ve pushed it off the dock a little, what with the yellow lab laying directly in front of the door.

“Move it, Ger,” Tyler says, pushing his youngest back to give you room to hop onto the boat. “Let mom get on board.”

You preen under the sound of his voice, your stomach warming the way it always does when he calls you the dogs’ mom. Grabbing Tyler’s hand, you thank him quietly and have a seat beside Cash in the tiny bit of space not occupied by the large dog. 

When you get out further on the open water, you grab a drink from the cooler at your feet and relax further into the seat, head tilting back to try and catch some of the breeze. 

“This is nice, Ty,” you tell him contentedly before taking a sip of your drink. 

He doesn’t drive much further, finding a little bay and dropping the anchor before shutting off the boat’s engine. 

You look out at the water, admiring the way it reflects the sun that’s beginning to set. He moves until he’s stood at your back, caging you in his arms. He kisses your bare shoulder and then your neck and then your cheek. “I love you.” 

You sigh again, relaxing further into his embrace and leaning your head back against his shoulder. “I love you too. I can’t believe I really thought you were going to break up with me.” 

He kisses your shoulder once more before backing off entirely, and you find yourself missing the warmth even though the early September air isn’t exactly cool yet. A minute or two pass before he speaks, “Well, I don’t really wanna call you my girlfriend anymore.”

You’re confused, a little bit of that earlier hurt finding its way back into your heart and brows furrowing as you spin around, only to pause in your motions with a gasp caught in your throat.  

“There’s something else I’d rather call you if you let me.” Tyler’s on one knee, holding an open ring box and you’re sure it’s a lovely ring but all you can see is that stupid smile on his face and all you can feel is just how much you love this guy. In this moment, every single stupid fight you’ve ever had is inconsequential, utterly unimportant except for the fact that they’ve all brought you forward to this place, this moment, this feeling. 

He starts to launch into some clearly rehearsed speech, and you wonder how long he’s been planning this if for no other reason than all three dogs are perfectly quiet and well behaved despite their dad at ground level which would ordinarily send Gerry into a licking fit.

And it’s all just so crazy, so ridiculous that you say “No.”

“No?” He looks a little nauseous, that same look on his face from yesterday where it’s like he couldn’t comprehend your response crossing his face. 

It’s not what you mean, not at all actually, the exact opposite, really, and so you quickly fire back “No because yes.”

“Yes?” he asks, somehow like he can’t believe it and yet like it’s the exact answer he was expecting. 

You’re crying now, a hand clasped firmly over your mouth, and the other reaching for him as you nod fervently, “Yes!”

“She said yes!” he shouts, popping up and pulling you into his body. Shouting comes from all around you, flash photography nearly blinding you as a dozen of your closest family and friends reveal themselves on nearby boats. The dogs finally lose their cool, barking and jumping and you honestly could not care less about the chaos. 

Not with Tyler sliding a ring on your finger and his tongue in your mouth in an earth shattering kiss, the promise of forever with him on his lips.

#nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nhl x reader #tyler seguin fic #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #tyler seguin fanfic #tyler seguin fanfiction #tyler seguin x reader #shelb writes

[catt-leya]

Okay what about this: Rick was f!Reader’s first and a day later she’s in the mood again because he’s addictive… Rick is a bit overwhelmed and she says “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” this is what Rick needs to get going. They’re slowly getting in the mood and she wants to ride him, she’s never done it before and Rick let’s her experiment and groans at her as he holds her “Don’t think so much, just let your body take control.” and they experience a mind shattering high together.. Maybe with a daddy kink if you’re into that and lot’s of dirty talking from Rick… Maybe, if you want to some degrading. 🥺

Smutty May 04.05.

Harder (18+) || Rick Grimes

The degrading came up a little short, but I hope you like it anyway 💗

“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

“Don’t think so much, just let your body take control.”

Trigger: chocking, daddy kink, bit degrading, hair pulling and the normal smutty stuff

The first rays of sunshine in Alexandria wake me up and I open my eyes, still sleepy.

Immediately my eyes wander to the spot next to me, where Rick had fallen asleep yesterday and is now no longer there. Of course, he's been awake much earlier than myself and is probably already on his next run, so I let my head sink back onto the pillow and think back to last night. The night of my deflowering. The night I gave Rick everything I had to give.

For ages I've dreamed of what it would be like to have sex with Rick and then yesterday it somehow happened and I can't even say exactly how, just that it was the best night of my entire life.

I can't help but grin like crazy and roll happily out of bed. As I come to stand on my feet, I wince briefly because I'm still a little sensitive between my legs.

My eyes wander across the floor, looking for my clothes, which must be lying around the room. I reach for the shirt on the floor that I pulled off Rick's body yesterday and pull it over my naked, freezing body.

Because I don't want to put on yesterday's underwear again, I'm quite happy that the shirt goes over my legs long enough that I can do without panties without feeling weird as I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and really can't find Rick anywhere.

So, I want to do something nice for Rick and wash off the dishes that are in the sink, sure to give him a treat.

I'm humming something softly to myself when I hear the door in the hallway open and I turn to look Rick right in the face.

Puzzled, he raises his eyebrows and nods in the direction of the washed plates, "What are you doing?"

Suddenly I'm a little unsure if Rick even wants me here, but take a deep breath and walk up to him to place a kiss on his slightly parted lips and then when I take another step back, he only looks more confused, so I sigh softly, "I figured I could wash the dishes for you."

He nods and still stares at me like I just fell out of the sky, though, so I smile broadly at him and ask, "You're back early. Are you staying here or do you have to go again?"

It looks like he's about to reach out to me, but changes his mind at the last moment and shakes his head as if to dispel a thought and his curls just fly back and forth as a result as he replies, "I don't have to do anything today and wanted to stay."

Immediately my brain draws important conclusions and I take another step towards him, which makes him look so oddly confused again.

I don't know what he's thinking about so hard, but I start drawing little circles on his chest and look up at him as I murmur, "If you're home all day today...what do you think about a 2nd round in bed with me?"

Silently, he blinks and just looks at me before asking, "You want to let me fuck you again?"

Now I'm the one looking at him confused, not knowing why he's asking it so surprisingly.

Yesterday was the first time I let someone sleep with me and it was the best night of my life. I've had a crush on Rick for way too long and yesterday he finally confessed to me that he thinks about me a lot too. That's why I don't understand why he acts like it's completely out of the question for me to want to sleep with him more than once.

So, I put my arms around his neck and purr softly, "Of course I do, Rick."

He finally thaws out of his stupor a bit and places his big warm hands low on my hips as he tilts his head slightly and continues to look at me, "You could let someone else touch you. Any man here in Alexandria would give so much to have you under them while you moan their name."

His words shouldn't turn me on the way they do and I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I lick my lips and press my mouth to his ear, "I don't want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do."

My warm breath hits the back of his neck and his whole body relaxes completely under my grip and I gently kiss his neck like he did to me yesterday, enjoying the way his hands pull the shirt up piece by piece.

I myself pull the collar of his shirt down a bit to get to his collarbone and gently bite into it, making him moan deeply, "Into the bedroom."

He lets go of my waist, only to take my hand from his neck and pulls me up behind him into the bedroom.

With big steps he takes every other staircase and I stumble giggling behind him. I knew he liked it at least as much as I did.

The bed is still completely rumpled from yesterday, but he doesn't seem to mind as he puts his hands on my cheeks and his lips on mine.

I drown in the kiss and slide my fingers into his thick hair as I pull him down even further so I don't have to keep carrying myself on my toes.

Slowly, he navigates me to the bed and pushes me down by the shoulders and I scramble up a little further to lie down.

At the same time, my gaze remains firmly fixed on Rick, who approaches me on all fours, like a predator.

As a matter of course he pushes my legs apart and when his hands touch the inside of my thighs I can't help moaning softly.

In my defense, yesterday was the first time a man has ever touched me like this and especially with Rick, everything just feels that much more intense. Carefully, he slides over me and strokes my cheek with his nose.

My eyes fall closed and a thought forms in my head as I feel his hard erection in his pants against my thigh. I turn my head a little to the side and my lips brush his as I breathe, "I read something the other day that I'd like to try."

His chest presses against my sensitive breasts with each breath and he presses his hips harder against me as he murmurs, "What is it, Sweetheart?"

At the pet name I whimper softly, "I'd like to ride you."

My words are so direct and blunt that I blush and don't dare look him in the eye as he pulls away from me and I literally feel his eyes fix on my face. A little tighter than usual, he takes my chin between his fingers and forces me to look him in the eye as he growls, "Let's make a deal."

He presses himself even closer to me as he demands harshly, "You get to be on top, but in return I want to take you harder than yesterday." His words drive right between my legs and his hand moves to my throat which he grips tighter as he hisses, "Got it?"

My voice is barely recognizable as I answer him, "Yes."

My heart hammers in my chest as I take another step and softly ask, "Can I call you Daddy?"

His features all slip away and he groans, "Fuck, do it."

Immediately I put my hands to the back of his head and pull him down to me to kiss him and the way he still holds my head he can kiss me much deeper.

I moan softly against his parted lips and he uses the brief moment to pull away from me enough to turn us and I sit astride his stomach.

I straighten up fully and look down at Rick from the unfamiliar perspective.

Uncertainly, I place my hands on his chest and take a deep breath, "I've never done this before."

I don't know why, but my cluelessness seems to totally turn him on and he puts his hands on my hips under my shirt and immediately his gaze jerks to his hands as he lifts the shirt and sees nothing.

I left the underwear off and he seems to notice that only now. A low growl comes from his throat and he tugs at the shirt to pull it over my head, which I do without hesitation.

Completely naked, I sit on him and slide my hips a little lower.

As my sensitive pussy rubs over the rough fabric of his jeans I whimper softly and feel him stiffen briefly before he straightens up a bit and our noses almost touch as he pulls his shirt over his head and I can put my hands on his bare shoulders.

Now only his jeans separate us and I slowly dare to move on top of him and grind against his crotch. Sighing, he drops onto his back and crosses his arms behind his head as he watches me slowly move on top of him, moaning his name softly over and over. It almost looks like it leaves him completely cold, but his cock that keeps twitching under me teaches me otherwise.

The position is a bit unusual, but I bend over and kiss him gently on his bare chest. My hands slide over his chest under whose touch the gray hairs on his chest stand up.

Slowly I make a pass at his belt but can't get it undone. Frustrated, I beg, "Take off your pants."

He slips out a harsh laugh, "Try again, Sweetheart."

He's under me, but he still remains cocky and I feel much smaller than usual. The thing is though, it totally turns me on when he talks to me like that and I'm sure he knows what he's doing to me too.

That's why I'm slowly swaying back and forth on his cock as I push my bottom lip forward and my fingers dance around his belly button as I correct myself, "Would you please take your pants off, Daddy?"

His eyes darken and he licks his lips, "That's right, Baby."

He skillfully pushes my hands aside and unzips his pants in one practiced motion before he motions for me to push myself up and I hold onto his shoulders as he pulls his pants, including his boxers, off his ass and kicks them off his legs.

By the time I lower myself back down on top of him, there is no fabric separating us and the only reason his hard cock isn't already inside my twitching pussy is the fact that I've lowered myself onto his thighs to see him in all his glory in front of me.

My eyes travel over his body and when our eyes meet, he puts his hands on my hips and lifts me to pull me over his cock.

I let him guide me and slowly lower my hips onto his as I feel his tip at my entrance.

Immediately, I tear open my eyes and take a panting breath at the sensation with which he stretches me. Rick gives me the time I need to take him in completely and I stare at his jaw that is tense to the max.

I have no idea how to move and roll my hips to find the position that feels good, which elicits a soft hiss from him, "Fuck! You got it?"

Still unsure, I shake my head and mumble, "Wait."

Straining, he nods and drops his head into the pillows, his fingers digging into my skin. It must be like torture for him that I don't move the way one normally does and over and over he hums and gasps.

I don't know how long I try, but eventually he gasps, "Don't think so much, just let your body take control."

Slowly I nod and do as he told me. I lift up and he slides almost completely out of me before I slowly lower myself again and he gasps loudly, "That's it...God, you're so fucking tight."

His words make me whimper and he helps me move on top of him, keeping his hands on my hips. I can feel every inch of his cock inside me and I feel like I'm impaled.

Breathless, I look to Rick, who has his eyes firmly fixed on my bouncing breasts and growls, "You're just getting fucked by me, right?"

I can barely form proper words, "Oh God...yes...I just want you...just you..."

A guttural sound comes out of his mouth and he runs a hand down my back to my long hair, pulling my head back tightly against it so that I push through my back and present my breasts to him.

My slightly altered position causes my little bundle of nerves between my legs to keep rubbing against his pubic bone and I resist his grip on my hair, causing him to growl, "Stop it."

My moan is several octaves too high and I yip, "Please..."

He straightens a bit and takes my nipple in his mouth and gently bites it, nagging, "What?"

Trembling, I place a hand on the back of his head and press him against my breasts, which feel way too heavy as I continue to ride him and gasp, "Please, Daddy. More...God more..."

My legs feel like pudding and I can barely hold on, so Rick grabs me and in one fluid motion spins us back around so he's over me again and purrs, "You've tried enough. Now I want my part of the deal and I'm going to fuck your brains out until all you can do is scream my name and forget everything else."

All that slips from my lips is an 'Oh my God' as he thrusts into me and places a hand on my throat, "You're so fucking beautiful and you're all mine."

His words do something to me that I didn't even know was touching me and my eyes fall closed as he squeezes tighter on my throat and gasps, "Look at me or you're not coming today."

Immediately I look back at him and can't help but be amazed.

Rick is so beautiful and such a man that anyone in all of Alexandria would want to sleep with, male or female, I've heard both sexes talk about Rick and I'm the lucky one he wants.

Gently he presses two fingers between my lips and immediately I start sucking on them, which makes him moan loudly himself: "Shit, you act so innocent and yet you can really behave like my personal whore. God, I love you."

That's exactly the moment when suddenly everything stops and I stop sucking on his fingers.

Rick notices my stare and realizes what he just said.

All the color drains from his face and he stares at me before whispering, "I shouldn't have said that."

He's probably thinking about the huge age difference we share or the fact that it slipped out while his cock is still twitching inside me, but there's nothing I can do about the fact that they're exactly the right words and I hesitantly start sucking on his fingers again, mumbling with my mouth full, "I'm yours, Rick. All of me is yours."

And I don't just mean my body. I belong to him with all of my soul, and I've belonged to him longer than he himself might suspect.

I don't have to say the three words, but he knows I mean them, and when he thrusts into me again, it's even more intense than before.

My fingers claw into his upper arms, which are completely tense and glistening with sweat.

And he pushes us both further and further toward the great release as I moan against his fingers, "Daddy, I'm cumming...I..."

That's when he pulls his fingers out of me and puts his mouth on mine, moaning, "Let go, Sweetheart. Show Daddy how good only I can fuck you."

That's all I need to come and take him right there with me.

For a few seconds it goes completely black in front of my eyes and all I notice is Rick lying heavily on top of me and I raise my hand to brush his sweaty hair out of his forehead and breathe softly, "I love you too. I've always loved you."

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves

#smutty may #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #request

[autumntouched]

Every Time It Comes Around Pt.II

Fic Summary: Hangman and Phoenix have a lot of growing up to do from the first time they meet. Four times Hangman and Phoenix could have realized there is more than insults and competition between them and one time they do.

aka Hangman and Phoenix are messyyyy. but then they grow up. kind of.

Pairings: Phoenix/Hangman, Phoenix/Rooster

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Language, alcohol consumption, SMUT (Rooster)

A/N: Welp, this one went from a drabble to a saga real fast. Like got way way way out of control. Went from one shot to two chapter I definitely stretched some of the themes. All in good fun...hopefully. From my head to the page with few edits.

Did I try to read a fighter pilot manual to understand maneuvers? Yes. Is the part about flying accurate? NO. Also, I don’t snowboard so please forgive me.

Comments/reblogs appreciated xx

Playlist: Here’s the playlist for this chapter! Some of the themes have direct references to songs and for others, the songs served as inspiration.

The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

Natasha tears off her helmet in frustration. A whole week of working on a maneuver, and she’s still getting it wrong. Well, not wrong exactly but she’s watched several pilots in the class ahead do it without bleeding as much speed as she is. And by several, that really means Seresin. 

Becker shoves past her on his way down the flight line. “What the hell is your problem, Trace? I told you we had it over an hour ago. Make me freaking late for my date with your little miss perfect show up there.” 

She holds back a retort and once again wishes she’d been paired with Bradshaw for the week. No matter how long it took or what his plans were, he would have kept at it with her until they got it. Angrily, she tugs at the zipper of her flight suit to try to find some relief from the cloying, Mississippi humidity that’s swamped her undershirt and soaked her bra.

“Why helloooo Little Miss Perfect,” someone drawls, and the end of her day really couldn’t get worse because here comes Jake Seresin himself to rub in the fact that he’s watched her fly like shit. Only a few more weeks before he heads to his first duty station, and she can’t wait to get him out of her hair. He strolls out from behind one of the planes at the end of the row.

“Shove it,” she snaps, not at all in the mood after dealing with Becker’s snideness. Seresin’s already changed out of his Navy uniform and into his preppy one of a white t-shirt, pastel chino shorts, and boat shoes, which means he stuck around just to be a pain in her ass. 

He smiles smugly and uses his tongue to flip the toothpick in his mouth. “Guess I can go shove the little secret I was going to share with you then too?” 

“It’s not a secret you’re an asshole.” 

“Well someone’s a little more Little Miss Cranky this evening. I thought you might want to know what you’re doing wrong up there.” 

Her flight gear’s getting heavy and her patience even shorter, but her curiosity wins out. “And what’s in it for you, if you tell me?” 

Seresin flips his toothpick again and smirks. “Knowing you’re the best because of me.” 

Natasha scoffs and adjusts her things. “Your magnanimity is astounding. No. I’m good.” She stomps off. 

“You know, you can be so condescending when you’re annoyed,” he says, keeping up with her. 

“Too bad that’s a problem only you have to deal with,” she shrugs.

“So I guess you’re sleeping easy about those upcoming rankings then?”

Damn it. He has her there. If she wants to stay in at least the top three, she’s going to have to pull ahead of Hewitt and, for a buffer, Singh. 

“I’ll manage,” she grits out. She’ll spend all weekend rereading the manual cover to cover if she has to to figure it out. 

“Do you like barbecue?” he asks out of nowhere. She stops again and looks over at him. Seresin narrows his eyes. “Actually, remind me where you’re from again. You might not even be qualified to judge what barbecue is.” 

“California, and I know–.” 

“Oh no. No, you don’t.” 

“Now who’s condescending?” 

“Buy me dinner, and I’ll give you that secret. Fair exchange.” He slides his hands into his pockets while she considers what she has to lose. Or gain. 

“Fine.” She showers quickly and meets him outside in his Jeep, feeling much cooler in a tank top, cutoff shorts, and Vans. He keeps the aux on low as they leave the base. It’s a country playlist, not something she listens to unless she’s hanging out with her cousins. 

“So, do I get to know this secret before or after we eat?” she asks. 

Hangman props his left elbow on the door. “It’s all business with you, isn’t it, Trace?” 

“With you, yes,” she says, stretching out her legs. “I don’t need anything about me lobbed back in my face at some point.” He seems taken aback. She has no idea why when he’s made it his mission to antagonize the hell out of her every chance he gets. “But if you want to get personal, tell me what it takes to be a so-called qualified judge of barbecue.”

As much as she doesn’t want to be, she’s impressed to realize he wasn’t entirely being a dick when it comes to how much he knows. His enthusiasm cracks some of his cool exterior, and Natasha actually learns something about regional styles and methods. They seem to realize at the same moment that they might be enjoying the conversation, and Seresin trails off.  

Fortunately, Natasha finally recognizes one of the songs on his playlist. She laughs. “Well, this is appropriate.” When he looks over with a question pinched between his brows, she points to her shirt. “Barbecue Stain!” 

“It’s called ‘Something Like That,’ Trace,” he corrects her, but Seresin grins and turns the volume up as Tim McGraw sings: 

“A sailor sky made a perfect sunset/And that’s the day I’ll never forget…”

He starts to sing along with the chorus. “I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt. She was killing me in that miniskirt.” He glances over at her with a smirk, and she rolls her eyes. 

Harmonizing just to show off a little, she joins in. “Skippin’ rocks on the river by the railroad tracks. She had a suntan line and red lipstick. I worked so hard for that first kiss, and a heart don’t forget something like that.” 

Natasha stops singing as soon as he drops off. He insists that she keep going though, nodding and tapping along on his steering wheel while she finishes the song. 

When the smoky smell of barbecue hits her nose, she sits up to search the roadside for their destination. Seresin smiles. “You know it’s the real deal if you can smell it before you see it.” 

Not too long after he pulls off into a gravel covered area beside what she can only describe as a nondescript shack with four picnic tables out front. Still, three of the tables are nearly full. A large, faded hand painted sign propped against the side of the building reads “Leroy’s BBQ.”

“Guess I should’ve checked to see if you had plans to murder me before I agreed to this,” she jokes, peering past him through the window. 

He turns off his car and undoes his seatbelt. “If you want the good stuff, you have to go where people just go for the food. Looks like we’re catching the end of the dinner rush. You’re going to want to get the red velvet, but I guarantee you’ll need it to go. Oh, and this.” He reaches over and retrieves a can of bug spray from the glove compartment. Outside, they spray themselves down.

Natasha follows him up to the window. 

“My man!” exclaims the elderly Black man behind the counter as soon as Seresin walks up. He wears a black baseball cap over his graying hair, frameless glasses, and an old red “Leroy’s BBQ” t-shirt that hangs off him as if even broader shoulders and chest once filled it. “How’s it goin’, Mr. Pilot?” 

Seresin leans on the ledge that runs beneath the window like this is a regular ritual for them. “Not bad, Mr. Leroy.” There’s more respect in his voice than he gives even most senior officers. His Texas twang is also more pronounced, and she can’t tell if he’s dialing it up here or tones it down around everyone else. “How’s it going? Where’s Ma Lu?” 

“Business good, so we good,” Mr. Leroy says, bowing his head slightly. “Don’t worry. She made me put your potato salad aside before we run out. Lu’s over helpin’ her sister tonight. She threw out her back, says she did it lifting somethin’ heavy, but I told Lu that woman probably wasn’t lifting nothing heavier than her skirt. If you know what I mean.” 

Natasha covers her smile with her hand, appreciating that he’s found the politest way to say something so rude. Mr. Leroy cackles but noticing Seresin laugh somewhat half-heartedly, he leans forward. “Wait a minute now, Ensign, this beauty here with you? Hello there, Miss. Whowee, you must be somebody real special because–.”

Horrified, she backpedals away from Seresin so fast that she nearly topples into the couple in line behind them. “No, I–.”

“She works with me,” he jumps in, a tinge of pink in his cheeks when he has to grab her upper arm to reel her back from losing her footing. “Don’t get me in trouble, Mr. Leroy. She gives me enough of it already.” He drops her arm like it’s a hot engine and takes a step away. Then puts his hands in his pockets for good measure. “‘Scuse my bad manners for not introducing her sooner. This is Ensign Natasha Trace. We fly together.” 

Mr. Leroy looks between them and decides very clearly to keep something to himself. But there’s a knowing lift to his shaggy eyebrows. Another protest rises to her lips, but she pushes it down. They’ve made their point. “Well, real pleasure to meet you, Ensign Trace. Imma have to tell my grandbaby I got to meet a girl Navy pilot today. Isn’t that something else! What can I get y’all?”

Natasha mentally resets and forces herself to push through the awkward moment. “A red velvet to go, and what would you recommend for someone who apparently knows nothing about barbecue?” she jabs at Seresin.

He smiles sheepishly when Mr. Leroy scowls. “He tell you that, Miss Ensign? Don’t pay him no mind. I’ll fix you something good so you know all about it.”

As soon as she’s paid, she suggests saving them seats and escapes before Seresin can answer. His flying tips better be worth it. The sun’s beginning to lower, tinting the sky with vibrant pink and purple, when she slides onto the bench at the end of one of the tables and swings her feet up to hold the seat across from it. Mosquitoes buzz loudly past her ear and around her arms. She slaps them away, grateful for a reason to be slightly annoyed by the time Seresin comes over with two plates sagging under the weight of their food.

Any chagrin melts away with her first bite of the brisket. Sweet, tangy, and tender it falls apart into a mouthful of flavor at the slightest touch of her teeth. A delightful kick of spice tails the first wave of flavors. 

“Good, isn’t it?” he asks, lips already covered in barbecue sauce. 

She nods, mouth too full to respond. He lets her try everything on her plate before he dives into the promised information. With the same enthusiasm he had in the car, he explains and demonstrates with his hand how to adjust her speed on entry to angle her plane to minimize air resistance as fast as possible and accelerate through the direction shift. When she asks, he also points out several other areas where she could make a few adjustments for better results. 

Plenty of the guys have tried to tell her how to fly, even when she’s outflown them, but Seresin’s eye is impressively sharp. He can tell her exactly what she’s doing in the cockpit and how it’s impacting her outcome. 

Dusk has fallen around them, the sunlight replaced by floodlights from the shack’s overhang. Insects rattle and whir loudly over the chatter of the other patrons and the occasional car passing along the two lane highway. She feels her shirt start to cling to the sweat on her lower back, but Seresin looks unfazed by the heat as he takes a deep pull from his beer. The front of his dirty blond hair lays flat across his forehead, and in the dimmer light, his normally taunting douchebagness softens into something almost resembling sweet and playful. 

Natasha slams the breaks on those thoughts. “But the manual says–,” she starts, getting her mind back on track. 

Seresin lowers a rib from his lips. “The manual tells you what your plane should do, not what it can do. It’s the lowest common denominator to keep every bozo who goes up in a jet alive.” He considers her with a long, thoughtful look. “But you’re not exactly the lowest common denominator, are you, Trace?” 

She sees his point but also the compliment. “Thanks.” She tries not to sound surprised or too grateful, like she needs his approval to know she’s good at what she does. But, the compliment feels good. 

Wanting to settle what happened at the counter, Natasha weighs her next words as she scrubs her fingers. His attention has turned to his cornbread, which he sops through the sauce on his plate before devouring it in three large bites. “You know, this whole time you’re the only guy who’s been single at some point and never made a pass at me. Well, except for the ones who wouldn’t be interested anyway.”

He goes still mid-bite. “Bradshaw?” he blurts then jerks his hand up to catch the crumbs that tumble out his mouth. 

“To be fair, I don’t think he would’ve under different circumstances.” She normally ducks out before the guys get too drunk, but Bradshaw can get so wasted that she worries he’ll get himself into trouble if she leaves. And it hadn’t exactly been his finest moment. He’d vomited down the front of his shirt, and she was trying to help him get undressed without smearing it in his hair. Worried she’s given Seresin ammo he doesn’t need, she says sharply, “Don’t tell him I told you that. I was just trying to say that I appreciate it. Even if otherwise, you’re the biggest pain in my ass.”

He gulps down the rest of his cornbread and gives her a flirtatious smirk. “I’ll take that. Better than being a smaller one. And I figured you were just here for the same reason I am. To be the best pilot.”

Of course he always has to undermine anything thoughtful with something so immature. She rolls her eyes. Only a few more weeks until he leaves behind peace and quiet. 

At home, Natasha stashes her leftovers in the fridge and sets the red velvet cake on the counter. It looks so tempting. And although she’s still full, she figures it can’t hurt to try a little bit. Breaking off a small piece with her fingers, she brings it to her lips and gives it a tentative nibble then shoves it in her mouth with a groan. She closes her eyes and leans into the counter, overcome by how good it is. 

Sweeping the icing from her upper lip with her tongue, she’s suddenly caught up in the sensation of Jake Seresin teasing her lips apart. Tentatively she turns the cake over in her mouth, and he’s deepened the kiss so that his tongue brushes hers, as soft and lingering and smooth as the red velvet’s rich flavor. One hand skims between her shoulders to draw her close to his firm chest as the thumb of the other guides her head back so his mouth can taste all of hers, hungry, scorching, and possessive.     

Wait.

Natasha’s eyes fly open. Where the hell did that come from? Her face burns like he’s right there to see her think about him that way. She shoves the cake away and retreats to her room for a night with her vibrator. Clearly she hasn’t blown off enough steam lately. 

On Monday, she does as Seresin suggested and manages to throw her instructor. “Yes!” she whoops after making sure she’s changed the comms channel so no one can hear her celebrating. 

She’s just scrambled out of her plane when MacGyver strolls up to her. “Good job up there today, Trace. Guess Seresin talked to you?”

“Sir?” 

“You were close. Figured you’d nail it with a few pointers.” He claps her on the shoulder and walks away. Natasha stares after him, heart sinking. She’d thought…so Jake Seresin hadn’t wanted to be helpful. He was just following orders. Like he said, they’re both here to be the best pilots.

Bradshaw jogs up to high five her, but Natasha feels its sting more than its triumph.

The second time it happens, it’s not really her fault.

Natasha sinks the ping pong ball neatly into the last solo cup. “Yes!” shouts Rooster, lifting her off her feet and spinning her in his excitement. On the other side of the table, Coyote kisses his girlfriend, Vicky, for a game well played if lost. 

Riptide has organized an extended weekend at her college friend’s family cabin in Whistler. Cabin is an understatement considering the breathtaking mountain views from the living and dining room’s floor to ceiling windows. The kitchen is large enough that they’ve set up a folding table for their pre-dinner beer pong game without getting in the way of the first night’s dinner crew. The Korean tacos Jumanji and his girlfriend Paloma are cooking up smell delicious. 

Natasha is laughing and trying to wriggle out of Rooster’s grip when the doorbell rings. Riptide crams a guacamole laden tortilla chip in her mouth and hops off her boyfriend’s lap to get the door. 

“You made it!” she exclaims. 

It must be Hangman. His deployment kept getting extended, and they weren’t sure he would make it back in time. Everything in the kitchen goes quiet as they all register the raised voices. 

“I know, okay! But we’re here so can we please try to enjoy the weekend?” Hangman argues.

“Why couldn’t we stay at a hotel?” a woman complains. 

“I told you. Everything nearby is sold out. Besides, we’re staying here. This place is huge, Rip! Good to see you.”

“Oh Lord,” Vicky mutters under her breath. Coyote shoots her a warning look that she ignores. “You didn’t tell me he was bringing her.”

He reaches for his drink. “I didn’t know she was coming.” Vicky’s frown says she doesn’t believe that. “Until this morning,” he caves and ducks into his cup. 

Great. It’s bad enough Hangman is here but with an annoying girlfriend to boot? Natasha turns to Rooster and motions for him to pass her beer. This weekend is going to be long in a way she hasn’t planned for. 

Riptide tries to ease the situation by hyping the house’s hot tub and movie theater, but Hangman’s girlfriend is still pouting when she follows him and Riptide into the kitchen. Almost as tall as he is with chestnut waves, wide sapphire eyes and flawless skin, she would be stunning if she didn’t look like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum. 

She turns on him before he has a chance to introduce her. “You didn’t tell them that I’m vegetarian? What am I going to eat?”

Vicky scowls like she has an answer to that, but Coyote wraps an arm around her neck and whispers something in her ear. 

“Babe, I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” Hangman assures her, rubbing a hand over her back. “Just…hey, y’all! This is my girlfriend, Cally.” He smiles like they haven’t been arguing since they walked through the door.  

Cally gives everyone a sullen wave while they go around and introduce themselves. 

The upside of Cally being there is that she demands so much of Hangman’s attention that he doesn’t have time to annoy anyone. Even though Paloma makes a hearty salad to go along with the tacos, Cally insists that he get up from the table to make her a cheese quesadilla. Then she nearly storms off when she learns that all the bedrooms have been taken. By the end of dinner, Natasha seems to be the only one to have found anything to appreciate about her. 

Under the guise of changing into their swimsuits for the hot tub, Paloma and Vicky make a quick exit upstairs to gossip. They text Natasha to join while she’s helping with dinner clean up, but Riptide pulls her aside into the bathroom. Her face is pinched with guilt, and she fidgets with the ends of her braids. 

“I have a huge favor to ask you,” she says, glancing at the door and keeping her voice low. Natasha expects what’s coming.

“You want me to give them my room,” she sighs, letting her friend off the hook from having to ask. 

Riptide grimaces and massages her forehead. “Essentially. If that’s okay? I didn’t think it would be a big deal to give them the air mattress since they confirmed so late, but I think that might be more of a headache than it’s worth. I was going to give them our room, but Drew’s about to lose it after dinner.”

Although Natasha has finally found a reason to be annoyed with Hangman, she feels bad that her friend is stressed during what’s supposed to be her vacation. “Yeah, it’s okay. I don’t mind the air mattress.”

“No, you can have the sofa bed. Rooster already volunteered to take the air mattress.”

Natasha tries to read in Riptide’s expression whether she’s picked up anything from Rooster’s offer, but she seems too caught up in hosting logistics to worry about his motives. “Don’t worry. I promise we’ll have a good time this weekend and laugh about this later.”

Riptide smiles appreciatively and goes to let Hangman know about the switch while Natasha packs up her things.

“Trace, you don’t have to do this.”

She looks up from stuffing her snow pants into her duffel bag. Hangman hovers in the doorway, and if she didn’t know him so well, she would say he looks embarrassed. 

“It’s Phoenix now,” she reminds him. “So you think your girlfriend’s going to go from wanting a hotel to being okay with an air mattress?” 

“I’ll talk to her,” he says lamely. He glances down the hall then steps into the room and closes the door. “This was her first deployment, and I think it was a lot harder than she expected. I’m trying to–.”

“I’ll let you know when I want to listen to your girl problems, Seresin,” she cuts him off. Natasha swings her bag onto her shoulder. 

Some of his usual cockiness returns, and a slow, obnoxious grin breaks across his face. “It’s Hangman now,” he says, gleefully replaying her words to her. “Or Hungman, depending on who you ask.”

Natasha snuffs out the flicker of curiosity about the truth of that claim. “Whatever. I wasn’t asking. If you want to feel bad about evicting me, help me with my board.” She kicks her foot toward where her gear is propped against the wall. 

“This is yours?” He hurries on from her exasperated look. “I mean, you must be pretty good if you have a board this nice.”

“I am. Watch out!” she warns just in time for him to sidestep the door from hitting his back as it flies open. He catches it before it can hit her gear.

“Jake?” Cally snaps. Her eyes land on Natasha and narrow. “I’ve been calling you. I needed help with our bags. What were you doing in here?”

“Driving me up the wall,” Natasha says, letting her irritation come through loud and clear. “Take him. He’s all yours. Bed’s changed by the way. I’ll be back in a sec to grab my board and stuff.”

“I got it,” Rooster offers from the hallway behind Cally. He and Coyote have what she assumes are Hangman and Cally’s bags. 

“Perfect!” Natasha shoves past Hangman out of the room. 

Later that night, she’s curled up under a wonderfully heavy and warm down comforter when the sofa bed dips around her with Rooster’s weight. His nose traces the edge of her ear, sending a shiver down her back. “You still awake?” he whispers. 

Natasha rolls onto her back under him, her lower abdomen already curling with molten desire at his hovering heat and bare chest. “And if I weren’t?”

He kisses a sensitive spot behind her ear, silencing her warning that they could get caught before it makes it to her tongue. “Guess I’d have to rub another one out after seeing how cute you looked in your swimsuit.” 

“I was more than cute,” she complains, but his appreciation for the red bikini she’d packed for him isn’t lost on her. 

“Whatever the word is then for wanting to tear it off you.” Rooster moves his mouth to her neck and the brush of his mustache is doing wild things to her ability to think straight. She wraps her arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Did you really…”

He exhales impatiently over her collarbone. “So I was a little desperate. D’you want to tease me about it or find out what I imagined doing to you?” Sliding off the strap of her tank top, he gives her a preview of what he had in mind. 

“Not here,” she exhales needily.

“Bathroom?” he suggests. He moves out of the way while she throws off the covers, but then he lifts her off her feet so she can feel exactly how much he’s been enjoying thinking about her in her swimsuit. Her hand is down his pants before he fumbles the door closed behind them. 

The next morning, the whole house can hear the full pitched fight between Hangman and Cally about whether or not they’re going to the slopes that day. Still in her pajamas, Vicky jams her finger into the coffee brew machine. “I have not had enough coffee for her to start this early,” she mutters under her breath. She glares over at Coyote. “If you don’t say something, Javy, I will.”

Riptide looks around in defeat. “Let’s just pack the car?” 

They’re almost ready to go when Hangman comes downstairs by himself. Natasha finds herself stuck in a car alone with him because Riptide, Drew, Paloma, and Jumanji are in the other one with their ski equipment. He sends several texts then continues to check his phone. His brow furrows more and more each time.

“I think she’s ignoring me.” He tries calling, but it cuts off and goes to voicemail. “Definitely ignoring me.” 

Whether she likes it or not, it seems like she’s going to be dragged into his mess one way or another. “Did I miss something or is she not coming because she’s mad she doesn’t have you to herself this weekend?” Natasha asks, keeping her eye out for black ice along the road.

“Please don’t ask me to explain that logic,” he groans, forehead propped in his hand. “But yes.”

She can’t resist being a little bit of a jerk. “You picked a real keeper, didn’t you?”

He makes a sad, non-committal noise and slumps in his seat. Natasha tells herself it’s for all their sakes that she decides to make him an offer. “Look, I can’t believe I’m saying this or even willing to do it, but I’m pretty sure I know how to get her to the mountain by lunch.” Hangman looks at her skeptically, and she gives him a sly smile. “A little FOMO never hurt anyone, right?”

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting,” he demands suspiciously. “You want to make my girlfriend jealous?”

Turning into the parking lot, she follows the other SUV to a pair of open spaces. “Who said anything about jealousy? I’m sure everyone wants to know how much fun we’re having up here.” 

Hangman looks nonplussed. “Phoenix, of all people–.” 

She pulls the parking brake with a shrug. “It seems like the situation might be dire enough. It’s up to you. Do you want my help or not?” 

Paloma needs only the suggestion that they send a few pictures back to the house to go into photographer mode. She poses them with the Olympic rings and as a group in no time. Natasha is careful to always be beside Hangman. In one of them, she leans her head into his shoulder, which would have passed for platonic if Paloma hadn’t caught the moment he looked down at her in surprise. 

It’s the first Paloma selects among the ones she sends to the group chat. “If this works,” she mutters, “you’re my hero.”

Natasha pats her shoulder. “Hopefully.” She turns to Hangman. “Now put your phone on do not disturb, and try to have some fun.” 

By the time they’re on the chairlift, he has over ten missed texts. He frowns and tries to scroll through them, but she covers the screen with her mitten. “You’re on your own if you start moping and ruin this glorious morning for me. You can think about her when you see her at lunch.”

“You sound pretty confident about that,” he grumbles but reluctantly puts his phone away. 

As soon as Natasha looks down the mountain with her boots strapped in, she couldn’t care less about Hangman’s girl problems. There’s a nearly fresh plane of powdery snow in front of her and the wind to their backs. She takes a steadying breath to get her bearings and shakes out her arms. For some reason, her first run of the season always comes with the fear that she’s somehow forgotten everything. It’ll pass as soon as she gets going. 

“Gonna show me what you got?” Hangman challenges, watching her hesitation. 

That’s all the push she needs. “If you can keep up,” she scoffs and launches herself forward. 

Before flying planes, there was this, flying down a mountain with the tingling combination of cold air and warm sun on her exposed face as her board carves through the snow and the forces of gravity. She’ll get fancy later when her muscles have warmed up and their memory fully returns. For now she focuses on her speed, tightening her turns and sinking back into the rhythm of her tilts. Her mitten skims the snow, like the shadow of a plane over a still white ocean, and a thrill goes through her as she returns to the unchanging pocket of exhilaration snowboarding has always brought her.

It’s over too fast, just as she’s locking into her rhythm. As she approaches the bottom of the slope, Natasha straightens and lets the board’s friction slow her down while she looks out for Hangman. He’s not far behind her, and she’s a little smug to see that his confidence carries him as much as his skill. But she’s better. Rubbing it in, she unstraps her boot while she waits for him to catch up and pretends to check her watch. 

“Are you kidding me, Phoenix! What was that?” His jaw is still slack when he reaches her. 

She can’t help grinning. “A warm up. Sweating already, Hangman?”

“A little,” he admits without hesitation on their way back toward the chairlift. He may give her shit in the air, but apparently not here. “Show me how you go that fast?”

“Of course my young Padawan,” she teases. “But first you can tell the group chat that I kicked your ass on the run.” 

Hangman takes a selfie of them helmet to helmet. Tongue tucked between his teeth, he types out a message then shows it to her for her approval before sending it off. He scrolls through his messages. 

“She wants to know if it’s just you and me up here,” he reports. He scratches his jaw in thought and starts to respond.

Natasha assumed someone as hot–speaking as a completely objective third party observer–as Hangman would be better at this. “I can’t believe I’m helping you manipulate this girl but don’t reply to that just yet.” 

He hesitates then slides his phone away. “Who knew Natasha Trace could be such a player,” he drawls, offering her a hand onto the lift that she ignores. “What poor guy is trying to play your games?”

That’s not a train of thought she wants him to follow to Bradshaw, so she says, “I’m single and very happy about it, dickhead. And I’m making an exception so your girlfriend doesn’t ruin everyone’s vacation. I hate games.” The words are barely out of her mouth before she regrets them. “Shit. Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” 

He deflates. “Why? Everyone’s thinking it. I probably should’ve canceled when she asked me to, but it’s not like I get all that many chances to introduce her to my Navy friends.” 

“That’s…sweet.” She’s surprised that she means it, to know that it matters to him that his girlfriend meets his friends. Trying to be more empathetic, Natasha says, “Look, she’s probably nervous about staying in a house with a bunch of people she doesn’t know and disappointed that she didn’t get time alone with you when you got back. Make a reservation for dinner tonight at one of the nice restaurants then surprise her with a couple’s spa date tomorrow afternoon. I’ll settle things down at the house while you’re gone. 

They hop off the lift and skate out of the way of the oncoming chairs. “Also, you can tell her now it sucks that she’s not the one up here with you. Hope you’ll be able to ditch me for her after lunch.” 

With his goggles covering half his face, it’s hard to read his expression but there’s an intensity around his mouth that makes her suddenly nervous. It dawns on her that this might be the longest stretch of conversation they’ve ever had where he’s spared her his sarcasm and baiting. It’s not her better half, but it’s been kind of nice to play the asshole in their relationship for once. “Phoenix?” 

She crouches to set her straps and break the moment. “Yep, that’s what they call me now,” Natasha jokes to dispel the tension. 

“I’ll think about her at lunch, okay? Let’s just enjoy the glorious morning.”

Hearing him repeat her words back to her makes her stomach do an odd swoop, like she hit a large drop in the road too fast. “Yeah, okay.” She recovers. “You go first so I can tell you what to do.”

He gives her a salute and a grin. “Aye aye, skipper.”

“Don’t,” she deadpans, but she doesn’t mind that he continues to call her that for the rest of their glorious morning. 

“How��d I do that time?” he asks after their last run before lunch. “It felt good, but I–.”

It feels so strange for him to look for her approval that she wants to check under his goggles to make sure this is the same asshole who loves to remind her what an excellent pilot he is. “You’re getting there,” is all she says, ignoring the flutter in her stomach at the determined set of his mouth.

As Natasha promised, Cally is waiting for them. Her hair is beautifully blown out and her makeup perfectly airbrushed even though she’s dressed to ski. Now that she’s beaming, it’s obvious what Hangman sees in her. Natasha left for the day with no makeup and her hair in pigtail braids. Cally hurries over from the table that the house crew saved to kiss Hangman and apologize profusely for their fight that morning. He hooks an arm around her waist to whisper his plans for their candlelit dinner, and she giggles then rests her head on his shoulder. 

Natasha buries her sudden disappointment that she’ll be on the slopes by herself later with a plan to try some tricks now that Hangman isn’t there to slow her down. She sits next to Rooster and by the time she orders her grilled cheese and tomato soup, she’s looking forward to the rest of the afternoon. 

Vicky leans in when she’s sure everyone’s distracted by their food. “For some reason she thought you and Rooster were a thing,” she giggles to Natasha quietly. “You should’ve seen her face when she found out you’re single. Her attitude got fixed so fast it almost gave me whiplash.”

Natasha’s careful to laugh along but makes a note not to sit by Bradshaw at dinner. Not that anyone pays attention with the tension in the house now past and the fun turned up to full, drunk blast. Everyone, except Rooster that is. He doesn’t ask about Hangman, and he won’t with their arrangement. But that night, as she rides him in the nest of blankets they laid out in the bathroom’s oversized bathtub, he cups her face and draws her close. 

Hazel eyes smoldering, he demands, “Say my name. My actual name.”

She blinks through her heady, alcohol blurred haze. “Bradley?” He pushes up deeper into her so that she gasps and falls forward over him, bracing herself on his shoulders and caressing his puckered scar under her thumb. 

He kisses her mouth, hard and possessive. “Say it again,” he begs against her swollen lips. 

“Bradley.” Her eyes trace his face. She’s struck by how much younger, more vulnerable he looks beneath his mustache. He swallows under her scrutiny, chin jutting out defiantly. She rocks her hips and buries her moan in his mouth. “I want you to fuck me, Bradley Bradshaw.” And he does, in a way he never has, driving away any inklings from that morning and holding his hand over her mouth to muffle the wail drawn from the obliterating force of her orgasm. 

The third time it happens, it’s a slip of the tongue.

“I thought we put the do not disturb sign on the door last night,” Rooster complains when a knock interrupts the afternoon they’ve spent not getting out of bed after Turbo’s wedding. “Ignore it please,” he asks, holding onto her thighs when she tries to get off him to get it. 

“Shhh,” Natasha teases, putting a finger to his pouting lips. “You’re not supposed to be here.” He captures and kisses the inside of her wrist. One final plea for her to ignore the second knock. She leans over him, deliberately letting her chest rest at his eye level. “The sooner you let me get it,” she whispers, “the sooner I can come back and give you a blow job.” 

His eyes go wide and dark, and his hands spring off her. Laughing quietly, she drags on a sweatshirt and shorts. 

Checking the peephole, she’s surprised to see Hangman’s date to the wedding, Jamie, standing nervously outside. Natasha leans into the bathroom to check the mirror, making sure it’s not entirely obvious what she’s been up to most of the day. Quickly, she runs a hand through her hair and opens the door. 

“Natasha,” Jamie gasps, almost as if she’s surprised to see her. Although casually dressed, she’s as put together as she was at the reception. Before whatever happened with Hangman that left her crying and disheveled. She’d insisted she hadn’t been hurt, but it was clear she’d left him in a hurry. 

“Hey, everything okay?” Natasha asks gently. 

Jamie gathers herself and holds out a small shopping bag. “I washed your clothes. And got you something. As a thank you for last night.” 

Natasha’s touched by the gesture. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, taking the bag. “I just wanted to make sure you got home okay. I’m so glad you were at our table last night. It was so much fun.”

Suddenly, Jamie looks as if she’s going to cry again. “You did? I mean, I’m glad. Me too.”

Natasha sets the bag down inside the door. “Are you sure everything’s okay? Do you want to come in?” Behind her, Rooster stifles a yelp. She should have tossed him some clothes.

Jamie shakes her head. “I need to get going anyway. My friend’s waiting downstairs. But I–-I wanted to let you know that I promise I had no idea what was going on last night so I meant everything I said and did.” She twists her hands. 

Bewildered, Natasha tries to figure out what she means. “I never thought you didn’t. What was going on?”

Jamie looks relieved and a little embarrassed. “As long as you’re not upset. I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was all in my head. I probably had too many of those amazing cocktails. I wish I’d thought to ask what’s in them.” 

Natasha can tell she’s lying, or at least omitting something, but she doesn’t know her well enough to press. “Well, I think I can say there was nothing going on as far as I know, and I had a lot of fun.” She offers her arms, and Jamie steps in for the hug. “I can’t wait to see where you match!” 

“Thanks!” Jamie tells her, sounding much happier. “And if we end up near one another, I’d love to hang out. Okay, I’d better go!” 

“Anytime,” Natasha promises. “See you!” She waves and closes the door. 

On her way back to the bed, she strips off her sweatshirt and pushes her shorts down her hips. “I kind of hoped it would work out between her and Hangman,” she muses, stepping out of her bottoms and tossing them into her suitcase. “Seems like she’d be good for him.”

When she turns back around, Rooster is sitting up in the bed staring at her incredulously. “You’re not mad?” 

“Mad?” she laughs. “About what?”

“Are you serious, Phoenix? After what she just told you.” He draws his legs up under the sheets and rests his elbows on them. He’s close to needing a haircut and the way his mussed curls fall over his forehead makes her want to return to their previous activities. 

Natasha puts her hands on her hips. “Are you okay?” 

His expression hardens and his eyebrows knit together. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

The humor drops from her mouth. What the hell is Rooster getting angry about now? “Yeah, I’m fucking serious right now. What the hell is the problem?” 

“Hangman tried using her to make you jealous and you don’t have a problem with that?”  

It’s her turn to stare incredulously. “Were you even in the room? Who said anything about Hangman making me jealous?” 

Rooster’s getting worked up, his face flushing. “What the hell do you think she was apologizing for? It doesn’t take a genius to put it together, Tash. She leaves Hangman crying in the middle of the night then comes and tells you something was going on that she didn’t know she was part of. He was using her!”

As much as she wants to believe it, she knows whatever Jamie felt was going on wasn’t only in her head. And Hangman trying to use Jamie to make her jealous makes the most sense. Especially if he has no idea about her and Rooster. 

But then again, she hasn’t missed Rooster’s jealousy either. The way he put his hand on her back when he saw Hangman at their table. How he would check in if she was at the bar longer than five minutes. 

“And so what if he was?” she argues. 

Rooster flexes his fingers out of a fist. He speaks slowly, as if she’s stupid. “If he’s trying to make you jealous then that means he likes you.” 

Natasha crosses her arms. “And so what if he does?” 

“It’s Hangman!” 

“If it’s Hangman,” she shoots back, “then what are you so worried about?”

He opens his mouth then realizes what he’s about to say. She dares him to ask, to accuse her of having feelings for Hangman. Because they both know that when he does that, it’s the end of their friends with benefits arrangement. Sullenly, he looks away. 

Natasha’s mouth goes dry. It doesn’t matter that Rooster didn’t say it. Because it’s there, filling up the room and pushing them apart. She’s surprised at the knot in her throat. 

“Natasha, please don’t,” he says with a tremor in his voice.

She tries to say them gently, but the words still come out like a stab. “It’ll just get harder.”

Rooster drops his head, chin trembling. “And you can’t.” He looks up at her with tears in his eyes. “We can’t make it work?”

“As friends? Of course,” she promises. “But, what I think you’re asking for? No. I’m sorry.” It probably won’t mean much to him right now, but she hopes that it can save a fragment of their friendship someday. “I knew before I got here this would be the last time. We just had a little less of it than I thought.”

He puts his head in his hands and clutches the curls she’d only recently been looking forward to winding around her finger. Somehow that was five minutes and a lifetime ago. Unable to watch his heart break any more, Natasha flees to the bathroom. 

Every so often, she can hear Rooster’s sobs from the bedroom. Finally, she climbs into the shower and lets his scent wash off her. She wants to be angry at Hangman for the mess he started, but her gut tells her that he didn’t mean to do it. And she can’t help but wonder if there’s a kernel of truth beneath Rooster’s jealousy. Hangman couldn’t possibly have feelings for her, could he?

Rooster comes to check on her, and she opens the curtain for him to join her. While they stand naked under the water, she gingerly presses a cool washcloth to each side of his swollen face. He takes her elbows, and Natasha lets him pull her in for one last farewell to what they had.

The fourth time it happens, it’s an act of desperation.

“What the hell was that, Phoenix!” Hangman seethes once they can climb to their feet. 

Two hundred push ups and her arms are killing her. She’s going to kill Payback and Fanboy as soon as she has the muscle strength to do so. Bob looks between the two of them. 

“What the hell was what, Bagman?” she asks, slaking the sweat off her forehead and flicking it away.

“You got me shot down!” 

“Your ego got you shot down, dickhead. You got us shot down.” 

“Because I thought you could handle Maverick.” 

She knows him well enough to see that he’s dead serious. Hangman watched every other team get their asses whooped today and still thought she had a chance. Of course he gives her a compliment in a moment of total assholery. 

“Come on, Bob. I think we need to let someone cool off a little.” Her WSO gives Hangman one final look, as if afraid the daggers he’s glaring might actually stab them in the back, and follows her toward the hangar. 

But it’s really her who needs to cool off. Hangman’s going to try to get inside all of their heads to cull the competition. It’s why he wanted to win so badly today. A day one winner is going to set everyone on edge. But then she beat him at his own game. All these years, and he still hasn’t figured out how to get inside her head. Although, their first night at The Hard Deck tells her he might be getting close. 

“Is he always like this?” Bob asks, looking over his shoulder again. 

“What, already bored?” she jokes. 

“I wish,” he sighs. “How are we supposed to fly with him?”

Natasha sighs and looks back at Hangman. “We’re not. We’re flying with Rooster,” she says firmly. If Rooster can get his act together because he’s clearly not handling having to work with Maverick well. But she can crack that nut later. Men are so fucking emotional. 

Although Bob invites her to head straight to The Hard Deck, she makes up an excuse to go back to the Navy Lodge and promises to meet him later. 

The room’s door has barely closed behind her before she’s stripping off her flight suit and undershirt. Her bra and underwear go into the pile of sweaty clothing. 

She’s in such a rush that the water is still warming up when she steps into the shower. But she can’t wait any longer remembering the bunch of Hangman’s muscles during their pushups, the trail of sweat glistening along his temple and down his neck. Her fingers work her clit while her other hand squeezes her breast, fingers pinching her hardening nipple. She’s already wet when she lifts her leg onto the ledge of the tub. Fingers tracing along her slit, Natasha gasps and presses her forehead to the tile. 

She closes her eyes and imagines that it’s Hangman's fingers pushing into her, simultaneously gratifying and inflaming her need. On overdrive, her brain flickers through his self-satisfied smile watching her mouth fall open with a cry, eyebrows lifting in curiosity before he peels her thighs wider so he can see how deep his fingers fit her, and nostrils flaring when she thrusts her hips up to take him deeper. Green eyes darken and his breath shallows while the pads of his fingers drag and massage her slickness over the demanding bundle of nerves at her core. “What the hell, Phoenix?” he asks huskily, and she thinks about how much she’s always loved the inflection he puts on her call sign. 

Fingers are not enough. Natasha clutches her lip in her teeth to soften the desperate moans rising from her throat. She wants him, wants to feel the stretch of him pushing into her, the friction of his thrusts, the frenetic subduction of their hips until he erupts long and deep inside her. And she wants to watch the look of determination on Jake Seresin’s face, track that deep furrow in his brow, the tuck of his lips, and the taut stretch of his cheeks as he forces her careening over the edge. 

Abdomen muscles contracting, Natasha hunches and rocks forward winding everything in her tighter and tighter between her thumb on her clit and the fingers pumping inside her. Water splashes into her mouth through her parted lips. She’s abandoned all attempts to be quiet and comes crying out, “Fucking dickhead!”

The fifth time it happens, it’s a surrender. 

Riptide lets Natasha’s final curl fall from the flat iron and sets it aside. Carefully, she runs her fingers through her beautiful work until the curls fall exactly the way she wants. Watching Natasha’s face in the handheld mirror, she tugs a few forward over her shoulders.  

“Girl, why are you so nervous?” Riptide laughs. She takes a step back and rests a hand on her pregnant stomach. “You’ve known this man how long now?” 

Natasha smoothes out the skirt of her sundress. “I know but dating him is different, Rip. Especially long distance.” They haven’t told the Navy yet about their relationship so it’s been nearly six months of trying to spend time together three thousand miles apart in between crazy work schedules. 

Bob rolls his eyes, and it’s like watching a mirror version of her. They’re in her bedroom where Riptide has been doing Natasha’s hair and makeup for her date with Jake tonight. He managed to get enough time off to come for the weekend. Bob’s lounging on her bed watching RuPaul’s Drag Race and lending his moral support. “Why? You talk to him every day. At this point, probably more than you talk to me.”

“I love talking to you, Bob,” she reassures him. 

“I know you do,” he smirks around a handful of popcorn. “But I’ve seen your texts and you’ve never told me–.” 

She whips a pillow at him to shut him up before he can say what he saw. He gets caught between protecting his glasses and the popcorn and sacrifices the glasses to Natasha’s aim. Riptide laughs and unplugs the flat iron before it gets knocked over. “I’m the one walking around with a stomach that screams I had sex.” 

“Is that what being pregnant really feels like?” Natasha asks curiously. 

“Why? Are you thinking about it?” 

Face burning, Natasha looks between Riptide and Bob eyeing her like she has something to tell them. Or Jake. “No! I’m not. We haven’t even…we’re nowhere near that.” 

Bob fixes his glasses. “He hasn’t said I love you yet,” he says quietly. But he doesn’t complain that this is probably what she’s talked to him most about lately. Bob is a saint of a partner. 

Understanding dawns on Riptide’s face, and she rubs Natasha’s shoulder. “You know that man can’t keep anything simple.” She has a point. Everything with him needs a touch of drama. 

Natasha puts away her makeup while Riptide cleans up from doing her hair. Bob checks his phone. “I think I better head out,” he announces. 

“I’ll leave with you,” Riptide decides. 

“You can stay until Jake gets here,” Natasha offers. “I’m not doing anything.”

Riptide sets her bag on her shoulder. “It still throws me when you call him that. I’d love to stay but I’ve got some errands I need to run.”

“If you only heard what else they call one another,” Bob mutters under his breath, carefully folding up the blanket he was laying on to avoid getting crumbs on her covers. Natasha’s going to have to be more careful about what she says within his hearing. 

She walks them out through the garage. After waving them off, she checks both ends of the street hoping Hangman might get there early but only her neighbor from three doors down drives by. Trying to figure out how to keep herself preoccupied for the next hour, she heads back inside. 

Natasha stops in the hall at the sound of music. Dolly Parton sings sweetly and softly, “You waltz right in the door, just like you’ve done before and wrap my heart ‘round my little finger.”

Is that coming from inside her house? She goes toward the living room. Her heart jumps and her hands go to her mouth.

Jake waits in the middle of the room for her with a giant bouquet of her favorite flowers, dahlias in full perfect bloom. His face lights up when he sees her shock. “Surprised, Nat?” 

Beyond him she can see that he’s set up a table, lights, and white balloons in her backyard. How long has he been here? “What did you do, Jake Seresin?” she blurts.  

He sets the flowers down on the sofa and comes to take her in his arms, swaying her to the music. “Well, to start, I came to see you. ‘Cuz you’re looking better than a body has a right to.” Jake dips her, eyes locked on hers. There’s a simmering intensity in his face that she can’t look away from. “I had all these plans.” He brings her back up, his grip growing tighter to hold her closer. Natasha never wants to leave his arms because suddenly it feels as if he’s holding the whole world in them. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at her. “But when I really thought about it, I just wanted you to myself when I told you that we only have three more months of being apart.”

Natasha freezes, staring up at him in disbelief. It’s not what she is expecting or hoping he would say, but it is something she hasn’t considered possible. “How?” 

Jake grins. “You know the Navy likes to hurry up and wait so it took a minute before I knew for sure. But one of my buddies from the Naval Academy, he’s the new detailer. A guy out here got deep selected for lieutenant commander so they needed someone to fill his role to which I offered yours truly.”

She throws her arms around him. Only three months! “I can’t wait,” she promises. 

He strokes her hair. “Well, I think there’s something else you’ve been waiting long enough to hear,” Jake says softly. She draws back. His expression is unguarded, unusually serious and sincere. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long how much I love you, Natasha Trace, but when there was a chance I could show you that I actually mean it–.” 

Natasha groans at his stupidity and pulls him into a kiss that nearly knocks both of them off balance. But he steadies them and tilts her face up to deepen the kiss. Eyes still closed when they come up for air, she scolds, “What part of flying twelve hours to see each other for thirty six every month doesn’t scream I love you dickhead?” His lips part to answer, and she pulls him back in. “Don’t answer that. I love you, too, Jake Seresin.”

“Here you come again, and here I go.”

Every Time It Comes Around 

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction #hannix #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman x phoenix #phoenix x hangman #phoenix x rooster #rooster x phoenix #natasha trace fic #jake seresin fic #training to post mission

[fl1nt-and-st33l]

Aftermath

Word count: 1302

Ships: Could be read as platonic or romantic Captain/Engineer!Mark

Trigger warnings: Cursing, slight self hatred, slight angst, my first attempt at angst and comfort. In space with Markiplier pt 2 spoilers (Tell me if I should add more)

Description: My version of the imminent aftermath of Part 2 of ISWM  

Mark and the Captain look out of the ship's control room window, watching the shuttles fly towards the alien planet. The planet they've found (or at least the ship found) looks wonderful, full of green lush life and clear blue waters. The Captain could feel the warmth from the nearby sun through their protective suit. Mark put a hand on their shoulder bringing them close to him. 

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it? The scanners are still working their magic but I have a feeling it's going to be perfect. In fact, I think we could start building houses riiiight here” Mark points to what seems to be a flat, grassy area next to a forest. The Captain could almost smell the clean air coming from the planet. 

They looked down at the steaming coffee Mark gave them. When was the last time they had coffee? Hell, when was the last time they had a real meal? They shook their head trying to get rid of the thought. Their mouth watered but couldn't eat just yet, after all, Mark was still in the room. 

The Captain looked up at Mark, smiling at him and putting their arm around his shoulders. Seeing their helmet covered by the fog from their coffee, Mark laughs, letting go of them and setting down his own coffee on the control panel.

“You know you’re a mess sometimes,” he grabs a cloth one of the crew members left wiping the fog off their helmet. “There now I can see your handsome and/or beautiful face.” 

Mark smiles at them and the Captain shyly smiles back. They both turn towards the window watching a few shuttles land on their new home.

“We should go help the crew. Lord knows Celci will get on my ass for keeping you away.” Mark smiled once again, “besides they're probably lost without their fearless captain.”

The Captain doesn't respond, still staring at the planet in front of them clinching the glass in their hand tightly.

Mark's smile slightly fell, confused by their sudden change in demeanor.

He rests a hand on their shoulder. “Everything ok Captain? We can stay here for a little longer if you want. I understand if you aren't ready yet.” He mentally kicked himself. They had both gone through hell and were finally in a place of peace. Of course, they weren't ready. He shouldn't have tried pushing them back into work so soon. 

The Captain looks at him, then back at the planet in front of them. They gently take his hand off of their shoulder. Mark laughed awkwardly, retreating his hand and brushing off the imaginary space dust off his suit. Did he really offend them that much? He looked to the side trying to avoid looking at them. Of course, he shouldn't be surprised by their sudden change in mood, after all this is all his fault. Mark felt himself spiraling into a hole of bad thoughts but was brought out of it by the Captain clearing their throat.

In a horse, scratchy voice they finally speak up. 

“I don’t think they’re waiting for me.” 

Surprised to hear their voice for what felt like the first time, Mark laughed slightly confused.

“What do you mean Captain? Of course, they're waiting for you!”

The Captain looks at him then back at the planet in front of them. 

“I'm going to have to go back aren’t I?”

Mark's smile slowly fades, confused he asks,

“Go back where? To the warp core? It's gone now, it can't hurt us anymore.”

Mark could hear something like glass cracking, he whipped his head towards the windows but found nothing wrong with them. He looked back at the Captain to find their helmet slowly developing cracks. In a panic, Mark tried grabbing their helmet only for his hands to be slapped away.

“Drop the act, Marc. The scene is finished, we’re done with the script.” More cracks develop on their helmet. “Why are you still going? Is this for some extra DVD content? Can’t you just let me rest!?” The cracks continue to cover their helmet making it impossible to see their face clearly. 

Mark took a step back confused and a little scared. Did the warp-core really damage their mind this much? He knew that neither of them were perfectly sane after what happened but he never expected his beloved captain to be this gone.

“Captain, what are you talking about? What script?”

He began to question if this was really HIS captain. Did he accidentally get put in a different universe from his captain? Is this just some imposter from a different timeline? He began to panic. If this wasn't his captain then where were they? Are they also trapped in a different universe? Were they dead? Mark felt his chest tighten and his stomach drop.

“God damn it, Marc! Are the cameras even rolling!? Why are you still in character? Just stop this mind-numbing act and let us go home.” The Captain's voice echoes slightly like feedback from a poor microphone. The cracks on their helmet make it impossible to see anything.

“Stop it.” Mark clutched his chest.

“Stop what? Breaking character? Look I know you like reusing old bits but this is getting ridiculous. I'm not going back into character. Just put me back in my mirror, I don’t care anymore” The Captain glared at who they thought was in front of them. 

Mark felt himself tearing up. He is tired. So very very tired. He doesn't have the strength to fight or question whoever was in front of him. He thought he was finally ok, that he and his captain could take a break and make a home for themselves. He could feel the tears slowly trailing down his face. Where was his captain? Who was this asshole in front of him?

The Captain opened their mouth to make fun of him for crying but stopped when they saw his face. He looked up at them with sadness and betrayal, real sadness and betrayal. It was the same look they gave him when they figured out Mark was behind the wormhole. It was the same look they gave Damien when they left them in their mirror. It was the same look Marc had when he found out about his wife and his brother. 

This wasn't Marc. This wasn't the Actor that never called his kids and always yelled at minimum wage employees. This was Mark. This was the man who built the Invincible and the Invincible ||. This is the man who loves space and sharing cool rocks he's found. This is the man who would give the shirt off his back to anyone that asked and loves his dog more than anything in the multiverse. The Captain looked at their sobbing friend with guilt. Fuck they really are an asshole. 

Mark held himself and sobbed all he wanted was his captain. He sobbed until he felt two strong arms hold him. He opened his eyes to see the Captain without their helmet holding him. He couldn't help but hug back and cry into their shoulder. He didn't really understand what had just happened but he could tell that now, in front of him, was his captain. His beloved, strong, fearless Captain. He held onto them tighter, hiding his face in their shoulder. He knows better than to question the gifts the universe gives him. After all, now they had all the time in their universe to explain to each other what happened in that wormhole.

He held onto them as they mumbled an apology and assured him things were ok, that they would explain later and that they were sorry that they snapped. They kissed and pet his hair assuring him that things are ok now. They’re both ok.

Bonus:

MEANWHILE 

(in another universe)

Marc laughed, patting his co-star on the back.

“That was a great final scene! I mean you were a little late on your cue but not everyone can be as perfect as me.” He sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. He leaned back into his chair admiring his reflection in the small handheld mirror he always kept with him. 

“Alight “Captain” that's enough of you, back into your spot. I don't need you getting in the way now especially since I have a meeting with my parole officer in an hour.” He put the mirror back into his back pocket. He let himself relax while his makeup crew surrounded him covering his partially rotting skin in heavy makeup. 

When they finally finished he waved them off and cracked his back. He made his assistant schedule an Uber while he looked around his desk. “Alright who the hell moved that damn crystal?”

#in space with markiplier #in space with markiplier pt 2 #markiplier #iswm #markiplier egos #my post #in space with markiplier part 2 #iswm pt 2 #actor mark #actor markiplier #engineer mark #engineer!mark #actor!mark #y/n #iswm y/n #iswm captain #engineer mark x captain #engineer mark x y/n #my writing

[prerodinu]

Siren Lore

Sirens and mermaids aren’t the same thing. Sirens are closer to Banchees and Vampires than anything. They are an offshoot of Magical creatures. Sirens actually shape-shift into whatever is most appealing so that they may drown their victims in their own blood. Which is where to lore came from that Sirens and mermaids are the same.

Sirens can’t shape-shift their teeth, eyes, or the slight scales they have over their ribs. This is more of a genetic thing. Siren's eyes look like cat eyes in the way their pupils are vertical. Their eyes shine like cats as well but colors always change depending on the siren's scales across their chest. The scales/skin is tougher as that’s the only place that won’t regenerate when hurt. Their teeth much like vampires and banchees can be long but are hollow like a needle to inject venom or an aphrodisiac into their prey. Depending on the mood.

Sirens aphrodisiac creates a long last effect for men and women of a constant state of edging, almost as if you will cum but can’t. It's meant to make sure that their prey doesn't get away. That the prey don't realize what is being done to them until it's too late.

The venom the Siren has is that of a snakes neurotoxin. Depending on the type of siren it can be a paralytic or it can make you bleed out. Most sirens are paralytic in nature to make sure they are able to drag their victims off. Those who don’t have a hard time not getting caught because the only way to subdue their victims is to get them so horny they will follow.

Humans often have minds of their own.

Which is where powers come into play. Much like vampires, each siren has its own gift. Some can read minds. Some can see the future. Others can fly or even breathe underwater without shifting. Very few rare sirens can control minds. When one is born it is killed for the last siren that lived was Katerina and well, she helped Vav control people. So she created the bad rep for her own kind who is now almost extinct.

Katarína is the only siren in the pack and she’s fine if it stays that way. She was never one to share with others much like her niece.

#(Pack // Lore) #(Katerina // Lore)

[anomalyhqs]

did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called KYUNG SEOYOUNG, but they kinda remind me of GO YOUNJUNG — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another 27 year old in their SECOND year of some DOCTORAL DEGREE IN BIOSCIENCE, but wait ‘till you hear about their WEATHER MANIPULATION ! nifty, huh ? they’re pretty EVEN-TEMPERED on nullivi, but you should watch out for their UNPREDICTABILITY just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the YELLOW HALL as their latest RESIDENT ADVISOR. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me !  ༊*·˚

—— WELCOME, STUDENT! PLEASE SEE OUR STUDENT HANDBOOK.

WEATHER MANIPULATION • seoyoung can channel and manipulate all forms of naturally occurring meteorological phenomena on earth. she’s able to shape, influence, and change weather patterns to create desired weather conditions, such as making it storm, snow, or clearing up a rainy sky by shifting and ‘amplify’ temperatures, humidity and precipitation within them to change conditions.

AIR MANIPULATION • seoyoung can manipulate speed and direction of wind to a certain extent and create weather phenomena like forming tornadoes via shifting air currents.

STORM GENERATION • by gathering clouds together to form dense thunderclouds, she can generate lightning storms.

LIMITATIONS

she is unable to generate impossible weather phenomena, such as creating acid rain without environmental pollutants present, or generating rain in a zero humidity environment, with it being easiest for her to manipulate the current weather to ‘amplify’ its effects. if she’s working to create a storm on a sunny and mostly cloudless day, she will be exhausted and extremely nauseous at the end of it.

she cannot raise or lower temperatures outside of her clouds immediately; if she made it snow in a hot climate, the minute the snowflakes left her clouds, they’d melt in the surrounding heat.

she is not immune to weather phenomena created– for example, if it’s raining, she would have to take care to manipulate the clouds away from herself to avoid getting rained on.

can only perfectly control the weather in a radius of 5km around her, and has a total effective radius of 10km. you’re in the eye of the storm right beside her, but beyond the edge of her effective radius, there may not even be a light drizzle.

her mood is affected by the weather— if she is making it storm, she will be more moody and sensitive, whereas if she’s manipulating the wind, she’s all over the place. the weather is not her, she is the weather.

she cannot create non-natural structures out of the weather. while able to generate phenomena that could be used in an offensive/defensive manner such as tornadoes, hurricanes, typhoons and hailstorms, she would not be able to make a sword out of lightning.

she’s unable to create/generate air in zero-atmosphere settings and create weapons or defensive structures out of it, with her manipulation of air solely limited to what is possible for natural phenomena to do– so no, she obviously can’t fly. more powerful air manipulators would be able to control any phenomena, such as tornadoes, created by her.

she cannot control the actual electrical energy generated within the clouds itself, and has absolutely no control over where the lightning will strike. electricity manipulators would be able to control all lightning and electrical energy generated.

#nm:accepted #subplot:hallleader #resident:yellowhall

[inventors-fair]

Page Turners: DFC Story Winners ~

Congratulations to @horsecrash, @deg99, and @starch255 for winning this week’s contest!

This...is going to be an interesting week. We’ll talk about it more when we get to the commentary.

@horsecrash — Abandoned Crewmates / Pterodon Wranglers

Let’s start with the small things. First note for wording: “You may play it” should be “You may play that card” re:Dark-Dweller Oracle, if I’m not mistaken. I like the flavor text on the front side, but it’s definitely overlong—and “the circling pterodons are” should be “were” to keep with the tenses. I think a lot of my general gripes this week will be about small notes on these cards, but this one’s got a lot of good things going for it. As for the actual card itself, though, it made me laugh.

Seriously, that’s absolutely great. This card made me smile! It made me think about these Ixalan (maybe) goblins who finally took control of the flying dinosaurs to get revenge. What I especially like is that it’s a bit of unexpected development, you know? The nervous feeling doesn’t turn into “dinosaurs eat them” but rather “let’s take to the skies and get revenge.” The elemental blueness is quite fitting and I rather enjoy this card for that, too. It’s fun, funny, flavorful, and just nice.

@deg99 — Angelic Record / Devilish Backmask

Wow, I was double-checking my wording on the transforming side of things, and I thought there was something missed, but nope, you got some tricky stuff very correct! So this one was a close call, but I think that re-looking over all these submissions, I’m quite happy with how this card feels. Yet again, we’re in a mood for fun. I’m not emotionally overwhelmed but I’m chuffed, and that’s what this card is doing with a little bit of brutality and a lottle bit of world fun. This piece of Capenna combines music and magic and really makes gameplay difficult. I guess my only critique is that it’s an enemy-colored card in an shard set. But, whatever, maybe Capenna will have a different draft environment next time around? That doesn’t matter with this worldbuilding.

Gameplay-wise, it’s a fairly difficult method of constant Threaten effects, so that’s very much a good sign that you can HAVE that effect without it being too crazy. A solid couple of combat tricks that make merriment and mashing fit together is cool, but you know what’s also cool? Having to tap it. I’m serious—it’s a tactile method that makes it feel like you’re spinning a record. I personally don’t do that kind of stuff when I’m playing Magic, but what about the folks who do? It means something to add a little fun to the physical aspect of the table. Get in there and change up the music. Not bad.

@starch255 — Do Time / Make Time

Never seen Le Mis, tbh. I had a feeling that this was what it was from and honestly I don’t...care, especially? Not in a pejorative way, though, hear me out—the source material doesn’t really matter because this card is doing something unique, which is what I wanted from this contest in the first place. Aight? Aight, lemme try to get a little esoteric.

What this card is doing is showing the same event from two different perspectives, and in a pretty strange way too. ‘Do Time’ shows the officer assaulting you, but the card is what you’re casting, as if the card’s frame is less of a “first person as action” and almost more of a theatrical side? Like a novel’s perspective. This is what’s being done to you. And then on the flip side, the same thing! It’s borderline contradictory, quite poetic, really. I like it as a slice of the world because it’s two sides of the same conflict, and, well, maybe there’s one ‘right’ moral perspective, but in this universe, having those eyes matters. The law, however brutal, has its lens set. Quite interesting indeed.

Thank you all for your entries. Commentary when I can get it ‘n all. @abelzumi​

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #dfc story contest #inventor's fair #commentary #winners

[crazybigredlove]

11th November 2013 

Dear Pete, 

Finished work and went home to wallow in my damaged state. Dylan and his girlfriend are killing training for me so I was avoiding that. The joy of gaining weight is that it doesn't motivate you to do anything except eat more, so when The Czech rang stating that he was craving steak and it would be his treat, all I could think about from the cozy nest of blankets on the couch was how much I could no longer exist without potatoes in my stomach and how this was my potato-fuelled chance to finally come clean with him. If I had ever needed a sign from the universe, this was it. 

Potatoes. Potatoes in all their deep-fried glory. 

An hour later I'm sitting across from him, so happy to see him that I'd temporarily forgotten about potatoes, and otherwise occupied with staring into the deep blue of his eyes. 

I love blue eyes. So much. 

"It feels like forever since I've seen you. My fault. How's things? Tell me your latest story." There's that grin and as seems to be my habit, I see it and grin twice as wide. "Welllll..." Realising that other than getting screwed over by Big Red and his chicken cooking ruse, oh and of course having sex with my housemate, there is nothing happening in my world worthy of filling time. It seems silly to dwell on me. "Why don't you go first?" 

There's a shift in the mood as I lean across the table with an expectant smile. His face is suddenly deadpan. "There's a reason I wanted to have dinner tonight." 

My heart stops and my mind races; whirring dangerously close to hoping that he is about to tell me the very thing I had been hoping to talk to him about, I'm paused in time. Breath is no longer moving into and out of my lungs because there actually might be a chance. All those nights of tolerating his crap may be about to deliver the motherload of plot twists. "Oh," I say nonchalantly, determined not to let him know that this moment has been two years in the making for me. 

"Yeah, something, something is happening and I wanted you to find out from me. Rather than anyone else." There's a kick in my chest as my heart reboots, but the bottom dropped out of my stomach. I hear myself laughing nervously knowing this isn't about to be a declaration of undying love. "Well, don't leave a girl in suspense." 

"I'm pregnant." As the air began to move freely again I couldn't help but chuckle in relief. "I thought you'd put on a little weight but I assumed it was too many late nights drinking." The waiter appears and places our drinks down. I have red wine; he has beer. I reach out and take a sip immediately. "Lisa is pregnant. It's mine." The red liquid is flying across the room before I can stop it. Three drops splash against his cheek while the rest seeps into his shirt and leaves a blood red mark that will likely stain. My jaw is left dropped in horror, there's a sharp bolt in my chest, and the six seconds it took for all of that to happen starts replaying on a loop in my head so that I can be embarrassed by my clichéd response forever and simultaneously devastated to find that this man is more of a lothario than even I imagined. "Oh. Planned?" I squeak the words out once the power to speak has been reclaimed, but my mind is in a dangerous spin and unable to focus. The scowl on his face answers my question and I'm reminded of the importance of birth control and how pregnancy will never be my go-to method in terms of tricking a man into commitment. "Well at least it's with someone you like. I mean, you guys dated on and off for a while, sometimes even while you were dating me, so I'm guessing you must really like her...?" His face doesn't change. "Maybe on like a level you're not consciously aware of?" Awkward pause. "Really, really deep down?" Longer pause. "Well hopefully the sex was good!" 

Some nearby diners glance over in curiosity and The Czech begins to laugh but in a crazed way that makes me want to shift my chair slightly further away from his. "Can it ever be eighteen years worth of child support good?" "No, but it can be seventeen dollars good," I offer. "You think I'm only seventeen dollars good in bed?" He appears wounded. "What? No! That's not what I-" "Ouch." It's hard not to laugh at the dejected expression on his face. "No, I mean that sex without a condom is seventeen dollars good. That's how much the morning after pill costs. Some girls think it's worth the risk for only seventeen dollars the next day. In the heat of the moment I don't think there's that many people weighing up using a condom against a lifetime of child support. But then most people have multiple cases for their iPhone yet they are okay with unprotected sex. Protect your phone at all costs, but your body you'll expose to HPV and herpes without a second thought. And don't even get me started on that venereal disease they call 'blue waffle'..." "Seventeen dollars? Is that all it costs?" Yep, people nearby are definitely interested now. "Yeah." Then I blush remembering that one and only awkward (and risky) night I ignored all those lectures in my physical education class and lost my virginity. "For seventeen dollars I wouldn't be in this mess?" "Well, to be fair, condoms cost even less... So really, if you'd wanted to you probably could've avoided this mess for about six dollars. Actually, for six dollars you could've avoided this mess twelve times because it's six dollars for a twelve pack." His face begins to contort in pain and I start to feel that familiar discomfort in my stomach that only seems to strike when I've overstepped the mark. "But that is not helping and is not important right now. Sorry. What's important is that you're fulfilling your basic purpose for existence, furthering the species. Go you! That actually makes you, scientifically speaking, the most successful person at the table. Yay!" Waving my hands in the air a little isn't encouraging him at all, so I switch to fidgeting nervously as his head bangs against the table, and blocking the spot the waitress was intending to place his dinner. Standing beside him, she clears her throat. His head lifts just far enough for her to complete her task before she scoots away with a distressed, backwards glance. "Is that why you insist on using them? Because they're cheaper." I laugh. "No, I insist on it because I would like to avoid having to ring someone and awkwardly say that I don't know who gave it to who - maybe it was you or maybe it was me - but everyone needs to go to the doctor and get a shot. And maybe everyone before that, and definitely the people after that, but hey, we're all in this together now. Antibiotics all round! That is not my idea of a good time. Nor is having to explain who you are to a baby daddy who doesn't remember you. Or explaining to my parents that I don't know who the baby daddy is." I shudder at the thought. 

He starts laughing again. "On behalf of men everywhere, thank you for always ruining the moment with a condom." "Oh no, it is always my pleasure to not catch chlamydia." 

Both laughing, our eyes meet in that way they do and I suddenly wonder if it could be different between us; if he'd ever thought there was a chance... 

Dismissing the thought as quickly as it appeared we dug into our meals and kept the conversation light until several hours later when they kicked us out. Time to say goodbye we stood outside, our homes in opposite directions, and I waited expectantly for what he always said. I was prepared; I'd rehearsed my response before I even left the house. 

"Thanks for dinner," I said, feeling my heart thumping faster in my chest, prepared for the speech I was about to recite for him. "All good. Your friendship is worth a meal every now and again." The words cut as sharply as any knife ever could and I floundered. The words so carefully practiced vanished from my brain, leaving me standing there, jaw frozen, mind blank. 

With a flash of a dimple and a swagger he walked away. There was nothing to say because there was no one left to say it to. 

It was a long walk home in the dark on my own. Everything I had ever hoped for with Will had come crashing down in two simple words. "I'm pregnant." There was no point hoping anymore. It was done. Lisa could have him. 

Liv x 

[vaultrolli]

Townscaper mod

#TOWNSCAPER MOD MANUAL#

#TOWNSCAPER MOD WINDOWS#

Townscaper will give you the freedom to build different large and small towns according to your ability, on an ancient island with endless winding streets. Playing a game without any “games”, how does it feel? Whenever the mind is confused, the mood is distracted, I always play it for about twenty minutes for relaxing. People praise this game too much, so I’m also curious. I don’t usually play this kind of leisurely game. I make sure that you will reach your euphoria when playing this game. Or simply you’re a follower of beautiful architecture and flying freedom, so let’s play Townscaper. Sometimes you want to find a strange game. Introduce about TownscaperĪ memorable Mediterranean city and an “inception” dream! I didn’t believe it until I played Townscaper APK. And it is also like that in the game world. When you’re beautiful, you can do anything that makes sense, especially ignoring all mistakes, everything out of the ordinary. It would be nice to turn off the layers to maneuver the camera a bit.Maybe you are looking for: Dayı, Flup, Scratch King, Truth or Dare Pro. Layer control: I tend to build tall towns, but sometimes they get in the way of my view when adding more buildings(especially when most of the grid is full). If I may add a bit of constructive criticism, I feel the game would benefit from a few things:Ĭolor change option: if we could repaint the buildings after they’ve been built that would be awesome(also maybe a few new wall textures), maybe a color wheel or custom colors.ĭrag and build/fill in feature: tapping to add each individual segment can be a bit straining on the hand, if we could draw an outline or drag to build multiple segments at once would be amazing! Also the ability to build new segments under existing overhangs would help a lot! Create beautiful cities or towns, and then start building up to make towers or tiered levels! One of the most fun and relaxing games I’ve ever played! One review said it was a simplified sim city, I call it Zen city! It’s easy and relaxing, with no municipal troubles to worry about! It’s basically tap and play. I can't wait to see how this game evolves in the future. It can also be mesmerizing to build massive towers. I love the way the game flows, it's so chill. But you, like most devs, are already on that. After you build a lot, it gets kind of laggy. to select colors for both the roof and walls individually.Ĥ: Optimization. I think this would be cool to add, as you could use either a color wheel, RGB sliders, CMYK sliders, Hex values, etc. However, I also wish there were a way to put one roof color on another brick wall color, etc. Now, I get it, there are a lot of colors to select. This would also work well vertically, but I get if this is all too hard to program given the abnormal grid size.ģ: Custom Color Selection. If there were tools we could use to simply draw an outline and see it fill in with the selected color would be great. It can take a while to place dozens (sometimes hundreds) of blocks on the grid.

#TOWNSCAPER MOD WINDOWS#

I think it'd be cool to have a sort of feature paintbrush, where you could put doors or windows on walls, turn brick floors into grasslands, etc.Ģ: 3D Tools. I like how the game flows, but sometmes there's something specific I want but the construction of the game doesn't allow it to work out.

#TOWNSCAPER MOD MANUAL#

I just have a couple of suggestions.ġ: An option for a more manual experience. I'm not sure if I can call it a game, it's more of a relaxation tool.

#Townscaper mod

[minseologs]

knight of wands, ace of swords

ft. @monsuned

I have this friend who has the most curious eyes. At least, I thought so. A bit adventurous but was reckless, like me.

Hongtak’s gaze was definite, he had been staring at Minseo for quite sometime that she began to feel him without looking his way at all. The deck of cards sit untouched from a previous session, and the two let whatever it was they took to run through their bodies and subside for the time being. The sound of orchestra plays softly in the back, but the music was climatic and fit another mood.

“Can I ask why you always look at me like that?”

“Like what, noona?”

~

It seemed like the longer she stayed, the more it affected his surroundings.

One of the things Minseo had actively done in her road to recovery was searching out old friends she hadn’t spoken to in awhile. To her surprise, Hongtak is similar to her when relieving stress: actively seeking danger on peaceful situations. She had always thought he was a peculiar man. His presence was always known, yet, only a handful had seen him in person. If you spoke of his name, it already appeared as if he knew you first.

“I think I won’t be drinking too much tonight,” her voice muses across his kitchen, looking at photographs laying about. Her hand picks up a wedding photograph.

“Why is that?” His hands fumble about with a few things to smoke or swallow, deciding on one as if fills the room. “Did you start without me—“

“No— I’ve been taking a few medicines…” Hongtak only hums, laying back on the couch. Minseo follows suit. “. . .Does your husband know I’m here?”

“Yes and no.” He chuckles, mirroring her amusement. There was an abrupt cough. “He knows a visitor is coming, just didn’t say specifically who.”

“I’m aware you’re a loyal man,” His chuckle rings, coming up by her side to look at photo, too. He knows the joke. “I’ve been told I can ruin marriages with my existence.”

“And who told you that?” He takes the frame to place it back, and offers her a drink. The glass was taken as he filled it with dark liquor. 

“My father.” she grins, looking up at Hongtak with a contempt glance.

“To hell with your father,” the glass was tipped, while they continue to look at the photograph.

“To hell. . .” 

Sometimes, you just know he’s there. As though when I bring chaos to the room with a sharp mind, and he is one of the few who could handle it.

There was silence, before he moves away and to the couch. Minseo begins to snoop around his place as if she had never been there before, but Hongtak calls her over to avoid her walking away from him. They were both strong drinkers and before another music starts, they had finished two bottles.

“Noona, can I do a reading with you-?” He asks out if the blue, taking out a deck of cards near by. “For fun, of course.”

“Tarot cards? I don’t believe in those.” She chuckles, watching him shuffle the deck. “What if I get like a death card or something—“

“Actually, the Death card is one of the more positive cards of the deck. It signals that one major phase in your life is ending, and a new one is going to start. People are afraid of it because they take the meaning too literally!” He explains, and she catches on. “I’ll pick five, yeah?”

The two lay on the floor as he begins to rapidly shuffle the cards. Three fly out of the deck from the action, and he lines them facing down. Two cards, however, were already facing up. One had eight swords and the other, she couldn’t quite make out.

“Mm… see, this is the tower card— usually symbolizes something big happening, you know, catastrophic change could be on your way if you’re not careful—“

“I already don’t like where this is going—“

“—this has eight of swords, the feeling of helplessness over decisions or people, sometimes, even for yourself. So maybe you take control of things with extra care now,” He continued, his lips pursing a little as he flips another card. “A hermit card. This can say that you’ve been isolated. It can also mean loneliness, or you’re feeling lonely with everything. But at the same time, you probably felt the need to find the truth.” Hongtak continues to flip the card, and Minseo continued to pretend she wasn’t at least a bit interested. The fourth card made him suddenly cough out to clear his throat, but he looked uncomfortable as he reads the next. “Oh- this one is a wheel fortune. Whatever happens is deserving—“

“You don’t look too good, Hongtak.” Her hand interrupts but he flinched, the action was mirrored in her end. “Hey… I think that’s enough fun for tonight—“

He quickly runs out, locking himself in his restroom. Minseo was confused and highly concerned, knocking a few times and tried to pry the door open. The exchange only made him feel even more sick and there was the sound of tap water running through. It was awhile, but she waits around calmly—

“Noona— it’s okay—!” The grip on the handle strong. “I’ll be out in a second!!”

He wouldn’t just say out loud, but Hongtak had felt her presence crumble down — before, he could see bright red passion in her, somewhat of a warrior spirit lived there. But now, it was different. It somewhat made him feel. . . sick.

His form comes to meet her again, she chuckles out of worry in seeing his state. She assists him in the couch, and back to what they were doing before. He was able to suppress what he saw and felt. Only this time, Minseo was the one to take initiative to stop.

“Looks like that’s enough drinking for you~” they laugh, then, the silence falls again.

He can bore holes from that stare. He always looked at things rather deeply.

“Can I ask why you always look at me like that?”

“Like what, noona?”

“I don’t know,” she stands, taking her things. “Like you can see something I don’t.”

Her aura was fading black. It was sad, it was anger and grief built up. Hongtak could only imagine what sufferings she’s in.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks once more, sitting up from his place. “You can tell me.”

“I know.” She responds. “I’ll just go home so you can rest. I’ll see you next time, okay?”

And with that, she bids goodbye. Hongtak’s place was empty once again as he was left to clean up. He realized one card was still was not flipped, so he checks. The death card was given, but he didn’t look a bit worried. In fact, a pleasant chuckle was there as he places the card back on the deck. He found himself looking out to where Minseo had gone. His forehead leans on the glass pane of the window to see her walk away, just like anyone leaving a premise.

To this day, and with just a look, I do believe that he already knows how I feel everytime.

#cms:log

[firaknight]

Say hello to my new OC, Ixien!

They’re essentially a fragment of Void Termina’s body when it disappeared after Void left said body. The body itself broke into 3 pieces, one for land, one for the cocoon, and one for the winged form. Ixien happened to be that winged form.

They go by he/she/they pronouns but genuinely don’t care what you call them by (they have no idea why the fuck they’re alive or how they ended up on Popstar), and they’re a clumsy little baby with too many emotions.

#my art #ixien oc #they’re stupid and also baby #they have a lot of emotions because Void was kinda the thing holding the body together #without it they don’t have that control and can change moods on the fly #they have a partial winged Void Termina form they can take on but I haven’t finished the doodle yet #they are powerful but don’t have a lot of control over their abilities and resort to copying what others do to add onto their own abilities #or turn said copied powers into new attacks #most of their powers are similar if not the same as the winged Void Termina attacks #they don’t know any better :( #anyways they’re just a clumsy little baby god who has no idea what’s up #I also refuse to tag this in the Kirby fandom because I feel like nobody would wanna see this dude in there #I might make the other 2 forms at some point but idk!!! #also they have ears because the land form took the horns :( #they wanted to have something there because it made them feel more complete and they accidentally made ears and was like ‘ok then.’

[allaboutthedongs]

Cheater | Four | 18+

☆ Pairing: Idol!Jaehyun x Female reader (x Mark)

☆ Genre: smut, slight angst

☆ Word count: 3.4 K

☆ Warnings: Infidelity, toxic relationship, cursing, dirty talk, dom!jaehyun, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), slight degradation, exhibitionist kink?, mentions of an accident, hospital, cuts, bruises, etc. Just filth, pwp as always.

☆ Prompt of the series: What should’ve been just a simple visit to your boyfriend, turned into a night of filthy pleasure with his friend when you both notice that you were alone at the dorm.

☆ A/n: Really hope you like this chapter and keep supporting this story. Like and/or reblog if you like it. Reposting cuz tags were not working again.

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“Mark had an accident while filming something with his Dream members” Jaehyun rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, Jaemin just sent me a voicenote letting me know.”

“I can’t believe that even from a distance, in the end Mark managed to ruin our perfect weekend.” he huffed in annoyance.

You could understand Jaehyun’s annoyance and frustration, you also didn’t want to think about Mark while you were with him, but you couldn’t help but feel really worried about Mark. Maybe this was a sign of life trying to tell you that your place was with him, not with Jaehyun.

Jaehyun noticed your change in mood and tried to calm you down a bit by telling you that it was probably nothing serious and that Mark would be fine, but he couldn’t ignore the uneasiness forming in his stomach when he wanted to kiss you one more time and you didn’t kiss him back. Jealousy, jealousy again because of Mark.

The flight to Seoul seemed to take forever, and you kept thinking about Mark. Despite what you and Jaehyun were doing, you still cared a lot about him, you had to admit he was a great guy after all. As soon as the plane landed, you both headed to the hospital to see him.

Taeyong and Doyoung were in the waiting room, the dreamies were in the cafeteria trying to calm down a bit.

“Oh, you’re finally here! Why did you take so long?” Taeyong said as soon as he saw you appear.

“How’s Mark? What happened?” you asked in desperation,

Doyoung turned to look at you both in surprise “Why did you two arrive together?”

“We just met here, at the hospital entrance” Jaehyun replied pissed

“Why does it matter, Doyoung?! I just need to know how Mark is,” you said annoyed.

Taeyong watched the scene without understanding why everyone was starting to get upset, “Okay, let’s all calm down!”

“I’m calmed, but it’s Doyoung who’s asking a stupid question at a time like this!” although you claimed to be calm, between being worried about Mark and Doyoung trying to prove a point, it was pretty obvious you were about to lose control.

“Why are you getting so pissed off over a simple question, Y/N?” Doyoung seemed determined to push all your buttons.

“Just shut the fuck up, Doyoung!” Jaehyun shouted,

“Mark was filming a scene where he was supposed to fly, but something happened and his harness came loose causing him to fall from several meters in the air.”

You gasped imagining the moment

“Fortunately it’s not as bad as it sounds, but he was unconscious and has several fractures, he’s in surgery right now.”

“Oh, my goodness! Poor Mark.”

“Have they notified his family yet?” asked Jaehyun.

“No, the company wants to wait until Mark is out of surgery to give notice to his family, so as not to worry them too much since they can’t be here.”

“Yes, it’s better to tell them when the worst is over and Mark is completely out of danger,” you agreed with him, “Can I wait here with you, guys?”

“Sure, Y/N! I don’t see why not, you are his girlfriend, after all,” said Doyoung with an almost imperceptible hint of irony, taking a seat next to you. “Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?” he whispered to you.

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” you answered pinching your nose bridge.

“Well… I’m gonna ask you anyway.” he shrugged a bit.

“Why did it take you so many hours to get here if your apartment and your work are so close to the hospital?”

“I was working and my boss didn’t let me come right away,”

“Oh, I get you.” he stared at you and Jaehyun “You know what’s really interesting? That you’re both slightly tanned, but Seoul has been cloudy and rainy all week.”

“You know what, Doyoung?” Jaehyun leaned to whisper at his ear, not wanting Taeyong to hear him. “Fuck off,”

Hours passed and finally, a doctor came out to give you all news about Mark.

“He is out of surgery and is stable. We predict we’ll discharge him in a week. Seeing how well he feels, maybe even earlier. He is resting now, but you can see him.”

You gulped hard and closed your eyes for a moment when you stopped at the door of the private suite. Taking a deep breath you opened the door and came in. You looked in his direction and you let out the air from your lungs.

He had his right hand bandaged, his left leg up, a lot of bruises and cuts, you could see stitches on his forehead. You thanked the universe he was sleeping so he couldn’t see you crying.

Once again the guilt was killing you inside. You felt guilty about hadn’t come sooner, about being a terrible girlfriend, that you were fucking his friend while he was hurt and suffering. He truly didn’t deserve any of that.

That night when you arrived at your apartment, you couldn’t help but cry yourself to sleep. For the first time, you allowed yourself to feel guilt and really sink into that feeling. You were so confused and disgusted about the person you had become.

The next morning, you picked up your phone determined to change the course of your life.

“I’m sorry, but I think we should stop seeing each other Jae, at least for a while. I have a lot of things to think about and my mind is spinning, plus the guilt is killing me inside. Maybe this was all a mistake from the beginning, we shouldn’t have gotten carried away with desire and now, we are mistaking this with love when it’s probably just lust. Please don’t look for me, I really need to clear my mind and I think you should do it too. When I feel ready, I’ll call you.” and turned off your phone as soon as you sent Jaehyun the message.

A week later Mark was discharged from the hospital and you decided to pick him up and take him to his dorm along with his manager and Jungwoo.

“Are you two gonna be alone today?” you asked trying to hide your curiosity as to know whether Jaehyun was there or not when you entered the apartment pushing Mark’s wheelchair.

“There’s Jaehyun too, but I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s been in a really bad mood lately and keeps locking himself in our room,” Jungwoo said shrugging. “He barely comes out if he hasn’t a schedule,”

“Well, we all have bad moments, I hope he gets over it soon,” you told them in an attempt to downplay the issue and change the subject.

You spent the whole afternoon in the room with Mark and Jungwoo, until you noticed that it was getting dark outside and you had to leave.

“Thank you so much for coming to check on me, my love.” Mark reached up cupping your cheek with his free hand to give you a chaste kiss on the lips.

“You have nothing to thank me for, Mark. I love you and worry a lot about you, but now I feel more at ease knowing you’re accompanied at home and feeling a bit better,” you smiled at him getting up from the edge of his bed to grab your purse.

“Yeah, don’t worry about him Y/N, I’ll spend the night here in his room, taking care of my baby Markie,” Jungwoo said pinching his friend’s cheeks, making him laugh.

“I know Woo, there’s no one better than you to take care of him. Thanks, you’re the best!” You gave your friend a warm hug.

“Do you want me to walk you to the front door, Y/N?” Jungwoo offered.

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary, Mark already gave me a set of keys. You’d better stay with him.”

“Okay, see ya!”

“I love you,” Mark shouted from his bed.

“I love you too,” you replied awkwardly and closed his door feeling your stomach lurch at the lie you had just told. You sighed and made your way to the front door carefully not to trip as it was already after dusk and all the lights were down, but when you were about to open the front door, you felt a hand gripping your arm tightly.

“I love you too,” a mocking voice whispered behind you. “What a liar,”

Oh, no… the person you’d tried to avoid for days was right there.

“What were you doing in Mark’s room?” Jaehyun asked, turning you aggressively towards him.

“What the f-” you whined as he dragged you to his bedroom and locked the door.

“I asked you something,” tightening his grip on your forearm.

“Keep your voice down, someone might hear us!” you whisper-shouted to him, and he just went over his speaker to turn up the volume so your voices could be muffled by the loud volume of the music.

“I came to check on him! We were just hanging out with Jungwoo. He wanted to show me the new song he’d been working on!” you replied with annoyance.

“And was it really necessary for you to come hang out with him all afternoon?!”

“What did you expected me to do, Jaehyun? Let me remind you that Mark is still my boyfriend,”

“Yes, yes I know and that’s precisely my problem!”

“Hey, it wouldn’t be that easy to break up with him and even worse now that he’s hurt. Imagine the damage I would do to him right now!”

“And don’t you think about how much you are hurting me?” You remained silent not knowing what to answer, and he imprisoned you against the door.

“You come in here pretending to be the perfect, loving concerned girlfriend when just a week ago you had my cock drilling into you to the pit of your stomach as you moaned and screamed my name, begging me to fuck you harder!”

“Shut up, Jaehyun,” you said through gritted teeth.

“We spent together the most amazing weekend of my life, I confessed you all my feelings, I openly declared my love for you, I made love to you for hours like I’ve never made love to anyone before, and what have I received in return?” he snorted heavily, “A fucking text message telling me that we just shouldn’t see each other anymore! Y/N, I really thought that we were finally on the same page.”

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” tears began pooling in your eyes.

“No, and let me tell you something, Y/N. I don’t know what fucked up game you’re playing, but I’ve had enough! This was the last time you played with my feelings,” he was so mad, you could clearly see a pulsing vein on his forehead and his ears getting bright red.

“I’m not playing! Listen, I’m just… so fucking confused, I truly don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, I’m gonna help you clear your mind, then.”

“Yeah, how?” you snorted rolling your eyes.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb until my name and the pleasure of my cock filling you up are the only things in your mind,” Jaehyun gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling your face closer until he could slam his lips upon yours. You whimpered at the rough contact, but your whimper quickly turned to a moan as soon as he brought your bodies together by grabbing your butt harshly.

“Wait! Jae…” you gasped for air, “Mark and Jungwoo are right in the next room! We, we can’t d-” you said stuttering a bit.

“I don’t give a shit, anymore.” and he kissed you harder than before shutting you up as you were about to say something.

The two of you moved further into Jaehyun’s bedroom, hands exploring each other’s bodies as if was the first time. Pulling you backwards until the back of your legs collided with the edge of his bed, causing you to kinda topple on it, he hovered over you not breaking the kiss at all. You slid your hand down his body to unbutton his jeans, eager to feel him.

“Actually, I’m not sure if you deserve to get my dick right now,” he said pulling out from you, his signature teasing face: tongue in cheek and rolling his eyes, paired with a small scoff.

“Don’t tease me, or-” you warned him, propping up on your elbows before he cut you off.

“Or what?” pouting, he leaned closer to you, pulling your face up to look at him with a thumb on your chin. You could feel his warm breath on your face.

You cupped his cheeks to kiss him harshly and desperately, making you both moan into each other’s mouths. He immediately wanted to take advantage and dom you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, which you sucked earning a deep growl from him.

“Uh-uh.” he stepped back a little “That’s not how it works this time, baby. You’ll have to work for it.“

"You’re such a cocky motherfucker,” he was getting on your nerves already.

“Yeah, and you love it, don’t you?” he scoffed pulling down his jeans along with his underwear, letting them pool on his ankles. Once his dick was free, he stroked himself looking at you, his eyes darkening. You just nodded at his question.

Regardless of the lust in his eyes, making eye contact with him wasn’t not only felt incredibly intimate for you but there was something mesmerizing and comforting in the way Jaehyun always looked at you, even on those passionate and lustful moments that made your heart melt.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded.

Only a few seconds passed before you leaned forward, a long string of obscenities spilling from his mouth as you parted your lips to run your tongue along the underside of his cock to the tip and hollowed your cheeks to suck more of him. Your eyes never leaving Jaehyun’s to gauge his reaction. He was loving it, of course. You could tell so, by the way he reached forward to lace his fingers in your hair and he curled his hand into a tight fist, a deliciously sharp pain spreading across your scalp.

You bobbed your head, relishing in the feeling of his cock filling your mouth, and your eyes fell shut as you took his length deeper and deeper with each stroke. The tip easily reached the back of your throat each time you went down. You gagged and coughed, knowing how much he loved that.

“Good girl, that’s my girl,” he whispered while slowly guiding you even further down his length. Jaehyun’s reactions were ungodly satisfying as he threw his head back toward the ceiling and instantly tightens his grip on your hair. Your clit was already throbbing even if he hadn’t touched you yet and you felt the urge to rub it, so you did.

“Fuck, fuck. Okay, stop or I’m gonna cum.” He chuckled playfully pulling you off from his dick as a string of saliva drew from the disconnect.

Pulling you by your hair, tilted your head upwards at him and he leaned down to kiss you. Open mouths, moans, tongues lapping and fighting for dominance, spit mixing. One of the hottest kisses you had ever experienced, and you both were loving it.

While you were still kissing desperately, Jaehyun grabbed the hem of your dress tugging it upwards to take it off, and stripped you naked.

“Lay on your side, princess,”

And you did as you were told, facing his door meanwhile, he finally finished getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

You could hardly contain the excitement you felt bubbling in your stomach and at other places as well, you were finally going to have Jaehyun inside you after that amazing weekend and having thought he would never fuck ever you again.

Jaehyun laid down behind you, a hand on your hip to pressing your ass against his incredibly hard dick. “I’m gonna remind you who you belong to” He menaced giving your ass a hard slap before reaching around your body to rub circles on your wet, swollen clit.

You whimpered and covered your mouth instantly knowing you’d be a moaning mess in his hands as his fingers worked magic on you, but must’ve been quiet because you’re not alone this time.

Every squirm had you bumping your ass up into his cock craving to finally have him fill you up, but just when his tip was about to enter your already soaking hole, a knock on the door had you both halting your movements.

“Jae, we’re gonna order fried chicken. Would you like some?” Jungwoo’s upbeat voice at the other side of the door, but Jaehyun decided to ignore him.

When Jungwoo didn’t get a response, a jiggle on the doorknob had you panicking, wanting to get up and hide somewhere. “Why is the door locked?” he asked and you felt a little bit relieved knowing he couldn’t open the door easily.

“No, I don’t want. Leave me alone!” Jaehyun, being the unbothered king he is, just tightened his grip on your hips and then, lifted your leg in the air and entered you fully without warning, making you yelp.

The stretch made you shudder with pleasure, and you just relaxed into him adjusting to his large size. You failed at bitting back another moan as Jaehyun buried his face in your neck leaving wet kisses.

“Wait, are you watching porn?” Jungwoo asked giggling amused. Your whimpers were still slightly audible despite the loud music, but not enough to realize it was actually you.

Jaehyun laughed at his gullibility, “Yes, I am. Now, go away!” He began to move his hips inside you, long thrusts that shook your body each time he entered.

Jungwoo scoffed on the other side, “Okay. Have fun, naughty boy!” and then, his shadow disappeared from under the door.

“Fuck, is this making you even wetter?” Jaehyun asked amused, feeling you clenching hard around his cock. You just nodded in response trying not to make any noise.

“Imagine if I hadn’t locked the door and Jungwoo or Mark saw my cock filling you up to the brim. Would you like that?” his hips pounding harder into you, rougher and faster than before. You could feel everything of him, every inch, every pulsing vein on his dick…

“What would Mark think if he knew that his cute girlfriend is such a slut for his friend? That you are always so eager to spread your beautiful legs for me, willing to take me so well, milking my cock and letting me fill you with my cum, just the way you like,” he said, drilling angrily into you so hard that you felt his cock at the pit of your stomach with every thrust.

“What if he knew that I own your body?”

Jaehyun was looking down at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the tight grip you had on the sheets. His dirty words pushing you to the edge.

“I… Fuck! I’m, gon– cum.” The words scrambled in your scattered, empty brain.

“Don’t hold back, princess. Be as loud as you want, let them find out what’s going on between us, and let’s end this farce once and for all.” he started rubbing circles on your clit once again and you squeezed him so well that he felt his own release approaching. “Cum on my dick, baby girl. I want to feel you losing control.”

Feeling your legs shaking from the pleasure, your orgasm crashed over you while you were holding onto his sheets for your life and grabbed a pillow in a desperate attempt to muffle your whimpers. Jaehyun kept fucking you through your high, slamming your hips down to match his, so fast and rough that it almost had you crying out of the intensity.

With a last growl and a full deep thrust, you felt his dick pumping and filling you up with his hot cum.

“I’m sorry for calling you a slut,”

“Don’t worry, it was so fucking hot,” you told grinning at him and he couldn’t help but kiss you tenderly.

He pulled out and turned you around to face him. “Stay the night here with me. Tomorrow morning I’ll help you to sneak out,” you just nodded, way too worn out to speak, let alone getting up, dressing, and driving to your apartment. He kissed your temple and sat you both up.

“Wait a minute, I’ll be right back with some water and something to clean us up. Get yourself comfortable on my bed.” and he left his room just in his briefs, leaving you feeling lightest than ever as if you had a clear conscience, unaware of the chaos that was about to come to change all your lives forever.

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BNHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks

PT 2 Here

PT 3 Here

Genre: smut, obviously

Warnings: NSFW themes, hard kinks, BDSM kinks, lots and lots and weird kinks

Other: felt horny, wrote this

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy

Characters: Hawks, Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki

Keigo Takami/ Hawks-

Authority Kink- mans has spent his entire life being bossed around, he needs you to submit to him completely and without question. Call him ‘sir’ and he’ll melt. When he’s in this mood, there’s no room for brattyness. Just bend over and let sir take his stress out on you.

Wing Kink- Pretty self-explanatory. The underside of a bird’s wings are very sensitive, and get them horny in no time. Same thing with his back, one when you were cuddling, you were playing with his wings and massaging his back, and you noticed he had his face hidden and he was breathing kind of heavily. It was an embarrassing situation to explain...

Breeding- This one comes more into play during Nesting Season, he just has you pinned down and just keeps going and going and going, trying to fill you up with his babies even if you want get pregnant. You’ll always be his little breeding slut. Even better if you have a bird or lizard quirk and you lay eggs (infertile usually). Even with a male reader he’d want to ‘breed.’

Pegging- He likes to bottom sometimes, so that he can whine and cry and beg and be a good boy for his y/n. Expect him to come home from work feeling more tired than stressed. Total pillow princess. He needs you to fuck him into the mattress so hard that he’s only flying tomorrow.

Praise/body Worship- This goes both ways. You’re his everything, and he wants to make sure you’re aware of how much he appreciates you, but he’s so insecurities that he needs it in return. Soft, teasing touches, whispered I love yous, doing so wells, my pretty baby, go a long way for this man.

Dirty Talk- he wants you to know just what he’s going to do to you, how he’s going to fill you up so good, make you need him and his cock, make you cry for him to keep going, beg for his cum. Even when he’s on bottom, he’s babbling and whining. You can’t get this man to shut the fuck up. It can get annoying at times.

Bath/shower sex- this plays more into his bird instincts. Bathing/ cleaning oneself usually gets birds horny. They usually preen prior to mating season so look out for that. There’s just something about ducking you in his bathtub (jacuzzi) that gets him going like nothing else.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight-

Switch- this man will present as a top, but he has absolutely nothing against getting manhandled and having the life fucked out of him. Just so long as he can do the same to you. Fuck him rough and good and then take his revenge tomorrow.

Rigger- after all he’s been through, he does not wanna be tied up at all. But he has no problem with handcuffing you or wrapping your pretty body up in Shibari and watching you struggle against them. Will totally tease you the whole time.

Gags- You’re still talking? You need to shut the fuck up. Or else you’ve got something keeping your mouth shut. Tape, underwear in mouth, his hand or fingers, or an actual gag. Loves your muffled sounds when he asks you a question. “Want me to keep going? You gotta say so. Aw I didn’t hear anything so I guess you want me to stop...”

Dirty Talk- Just like Hawks, he can’t keep his mouth shut. But this one is spilling the dirtiest filth you’ll ever hear. Plays into a minor corruption kink. Wants you to repeat it all back to him. On the flip side, gets so flustered when you talk dirty to him. Whining about how you’re a pervert, but just ignore him, he’s hard as shit right now.

Dacryphilia- All those years of Deku crying and you think he wouldn’t have a crying kink? Thinks your tears are so beautiful, might even lick them off your face. “Aww, look at you~ crying for my fuckin cock.” Don’t be weirded out if he licks them off your face. He also cries during sex, though. It’s just too fucking good and he hasn’t had a good cry in a while. Tease him about it and he’ll hide his face, but praise him for it and he’ll cry even harder.

Praise- This man shouts enough degradations outside the bedroom, he wants sex to be different from everything else. Gets a little embarrassed first time he praises you, but if you look at him with those shy eyes and a quivering lip, he’s just gonna keep loading it on. He also wants to be praised, both out of insecurities and superiority. When he’s bottoming just repeat how amazing he’s doing, how no one else is as pretty as him. When he’s on top, he still needs you to be praising him. Tell him how good his cock feels, how he’s gonna make you cum, how no one else fucks you as good as him.

Impact Play- mostly spanking. Uses his quirk. He loves it when your skin forms a light burn in the shape of his hand. Spanks you even if his handprints don’t show up on your skin. He needs it to, just keep smacking his stomach and thighs with a paddle until he’s sobbing.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi-

Degradation/ Brat Taming- Starting off with the roughness with this guy. These two go hand in hand for Dabi, you need to know where you belong. Underneath him, begging and crying for his cock, his mercy, anything. You need to understand your only purpose is to service him, moan for him, and be his little personal cumdump.

Hard Dom- he won’t go easy on you, no matter what, you’re not getting it sweet or easy. It’s always going to be rough, fast, and difficult. Just try and complain.

Size kink- We all know this man is hung like a donkey, too big to handle. Loves it when you’re trying to suck him off and can’t even get down halfway. Even better when he’s pushing in, and can’t get further than six inches in. Just laughs at how “your cute little hole can’t take my fat cock can it, baby?”

Sadism- Pretty obvious, he likes hurting you. Knives? He’s got plenty. Fire? More relunctant but sure. Impact play? Yes sir. Loves seeing you cry and you babble about how much it hurts. His favorite thing is to write his name on your back with light burns that usually fade in a week or so. Always takes care of your injuries afterwords.

Bondage- Can’t have his little baby trying to touch themself can he? Can’t have his darling trying to escape from him, can he? No no, you’re better off tied to the bed, taking everything he gives you like a good little slut.

Sensory Deprivation- He wants you waiting, dreading maybe, anticipating, his next moves. You don’t know where he’ll touch you, what he’s saying, and you can’t do anything to stop it.

Corruption- He has a thing for people who seem innocent, and he wants to corrupt that innocence. To everyone else, you’re naive, doe-eyed, and probably can’t do anything for yourself. He’s going to change all of that. Bonus points if you’re actually fully capable and he morphs into a co-dependant mess. This man is all Yandere nothing else.

Teasing/ edging- Loves working you up to the grand finale, then pushing you back to the first scene. You’ll never forget his laughter as you beg him for your orgasms. You’ll be lucky if he lets you cum at all. He’ll humiliate the fuck out of you for your pitiful begging.

Tomura Shigaraki/ Symbol of Terror

Mommy/Daddy/Renny (Renny is the gender neutral term for Mommy/Daddy)- This man will call you whatever you want, but this is his go-to nickname for you. You’re taking care of him in and out of the bedroom, at least until he matures.

Switch- Up until he matures, your on top of him the whole time. Loves it when you’re in control, but after certain events in the manga and anime, he starts to gain an apprentice for being on top, although being so unused to it, he has a lot less kinks for being on top than on bottom.

Pegging- self-explanatory. He was always afraid of disintegrating his dick, and anal stimulation meant most of his fingers were pointed away from his body while only two or three were touching his skin. Safer. Now he’s got a huge appreciation for anal play, anytime you see him naked, he probably has a butt plug in.

Pet-Play- he’s your dumb little puppy, okay? Treat him like a bitchy little animal and he’ll do whatever you want. Feel free and drag him around on a leash or feed him food out of a bowl on the ground.

Feet- he doesn’t know why, but your feet are such a fucking turn on. Whether you’re wearing combat boots with spikes, fancy heels with a flower on them, or normal tennis shoes. Socks, thigh-highs and tights? Man is already begging. Just step on him and give him a foot job already! He’s begging, come on!

Water sports- kind of gross, skip this one if it’s gross for you (it is for me but for some reason I’m writing about it) but it’s something he appreciates more as a top than a bottom. Controlling when you go to the bathroom, giving you so many drinks, watching you squirm, begging and crying for him to let you relieve yourself, only to piss yourself. And when you do that, he’s on his knees in front of you, drinking it. Loves how embarrassed you get. Says “anything you make is always gonna be the best” while licking his lips.

CNC- something he enjoys as a top or a bottom. Skip this one if it’s weird or wrong to you, or a trigger. Always pre-planned with a safe word and everything, but he always pretends it’s real. Something about you or him not having a choice, being forced to take whatever the other gives them, begging for it all to stop but being betrayed by your body, it all just drives him crazy.

S&M- Doesnt care of he’s the S or M. He just loves pain. Crying when you spank or slap him, watching you scream as he cuts his name onto you.

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