#spy camera pen

[spyshoponline]

How To Use Spy Pen Camera Safely Without Getting Caught

If you're in need of a discreet way to record meetings or conversations, a spy pen camera can be a valuable tool. However, using a spy pen camera comes with its own set of risks, as you don't want to get caught and compromise your mission. Here are some tips on how to use a spy pen camera safely, without getting caught.

Spy Camera for Meeting

When using a spy pen camera for meetings, it's important to keep a few things in mind. Firstly, make sure to dress appropriately for the occasion, as you don't want to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. Choose a spy pen camera that is sleek and inconspicuous, so it blends in seamlessly with your other writing tools. Position yourself strategically in the meeting room, so that you have a clear view of the proceedings without being too obvious.

Spy Pen Camera with Audio

Some spy pen cameras come equipped with audio recording capabilities, which can be both a blessing and a curse. While audio can provide valuable context to your video recordings, it also increases the risk of being caught. If you decide to use the audio feature, make sure to test it beforehand and adjust the settings to ensure clear and crisp sound quality. Be mindful of your surroundings and avoid recording conversations in sensitive or private areas where you could potentially violate someone's privacy.

Pen Camera Price List

When shopping for a spy pen camera, it's important to consider both quality and price. While it may be tempting to opt for a cheap model, keep in mind that you get what you pay for. Invest in a reputable brand with a track record of producing reliable spy pen cameras.

Check online reviews and compare prices to find the best value for your money. Remember, the goal is to use the spy pen camera safely and effectively, so don't skimp on quality. In conclusion, using a spy pen camera can be a valuable asset in certain situations, but it's important to do so responsibly. Follow these tips on how to use a spy pen camera safely without getting caught, and always prioritize ethical considerations. With the right precautions and a bit of common sense, you can use a spy pen camera effectively and discreetly.

Remember, the key is to blend in and avoid drawing unnecessary attention to yourself. Be mindful of your surroundings, test your equipment beforehand, and always prioritize safety and privacy. By following these tips, you can use a spy pen camera safely without getting caught.

So, are you ready to use your spy pen camera safely and effectively? Remember, discretion is key when using this type of device. Happy spying!

[sixeyesonathiel]

in which you, the fierce journalism club president, corner satoru gojo, the carefree photography club president, over a stolen photo.

previous. | highschool au | wc — 966 | next. | masterlist.

you corner him by the water fountains, snapping your folder shut like it’s a weapon. the slap of paper echoes off the tile walls, sharp as your glare. the hallway’s mostly empty—just the faint murmur of a vending machine humming in the background, a distant shout from the gym, and the quiet scuff of shoes on linoleum as a couple of underclassmen hustle past with their heads ducked low.

satoru doesn’t even flinch. he just adjusts his glasses with one hand, sliding them up the bridge of his nose, and beams down at you like you didn’t just vow his public execution two meetings ago.

“you’re deleting that photo.”

your voice is clipped, a warning undercut with venom. your nails drum against the folder now, restless, rhythmic, like a fuse burning down. there’s a smudge of ink on your wrist, your lip gloss has smudged slightly from chewing at your bottom lip in irritation, and the hem of your blazer is wrinkled from being yanked off in frustration earlier. he notices it all.

his grin stretches wider, his lips curling slow with infuriating ease. “you’ll have to be more specific, sweetheart. i have a lot of photos of you.”

your brows twitch. your jaw tightens. you look like you’re about to combust. satoru watches you closely, like he’s waiting for the sparks to catch. there’s something about the way your nostrils flare, the way your foot taps like a ticking time bomb. it’s mesmerizing. poetic.

he’s probably the only person who thinks so.

but he would know. he does know. he has albums of you tucked in a password-protected folder on his hard drive—candid snapshots from meetings, out in the courtyard, blurry captures of your scowl as you argue with your staff, the tilt of your head when you’re about to contradict someone, the way you chew on pen caps when you’re deep in thought. blinking, pouting, rolling your eyes. every version of you but the one he wants most—the soft one. the part of you he knows you’d never let him have. not on camera. maybe not at all.

“you took a picture of our board,” you seethe, “from behind the door.”

“i was getting the lighting.” he shrugs, shifting his weight to one leg. the strap of his camera bag digs into his shoulder, but he doesn’t move it. there’s a faint gleam of mischief in his pale blue eyes, obscured just barely by the reflection in his glasses. “it’s called photography. you should google it.”

“you’re spying!”

“and you’re paranoid.”

“you’re sabotaging the paper.”

he lets out a low whistle, leaning against the wall like this is all a performance put on just for him. a lock of snowy white hair falls into his eyes. he doesn’t bother brushing it back. “oh, baby,” he coos, tilting his head down so his glasses catch the light, “if i wanted to sabotage the paper, i’d join it.”

your gasp is sharp enough to cut glass. your hands clench the folder tighter, crinkling the corners. your stance has shifted, foot turned toward him, like your whole body wants to throw itself into an argument. satoru can practically see the steam rising off you, like a kettle whistling. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

he should probably be worried. but you always get like this around him—loud and bristling, all fury and fire. maybe it’s the closest you get to vulnerability. maybe he likes that a little too much.

“you think you’re so funny,” you mutter, crossing your arms with a flourish that wrinkles your blazer sleeve higher up one arm.

he tilts his head. “i know i’m funny. what i think is that you like arguing with me because it gives you an excuse to talk to me.”

you scoff, half a laugh, half a growl. “you’re delusional.”

he shrugs again, exaggerated and slow, his fingers brushing through his hair like a model in a shampoo commercial. “i like the attention.”

“it’s not attention. it’s rage.”

“same difference.”

“you’re such a—”

“heartthrob? menace? future love of your life?”

you hiss, “—nuisance.”

the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s won a prize. a couple of students emerge from a nearby classroom, glancing your way before deciding it’s safer not to get involved. your cheeks are puffed in restrained irritation, your breath coming quick through your nose.

and then, in a tone quieter than the rest—careful, almost reverent—he says, “you’d look so pretty if you stopped glaring at me for five seconds.”

you freeze.

the hall goes still. a breeze slips through the open windows down the corridor, stirring loose flyers on the bulletin board nearby. a paper flutters down beside your shoe. your breath catches audibly. the color hits your cheeks fast—spreading in a slow, traitorous wave. wide-eyed. stunned. your mouth parts, but nothing comes out. for once, you’ve lost the words.

he didn’t expect it to work. he meant it, sure, but he didn’t think it would land like that. but here you are—glaring replaced with something wide and blinking, like a deer caught in the sun instead of headlights. your grip on the folder loosens. a corner of paper slips out.

satoru’s heart stutters. his fingers twitch, inching toward the camera hanging from his neck. not because he wants to win. not even to tease.

because he wants to remember you like this.

soft. human. beautiful.

but he doesn’t lift it. doesn’t break the moment with a click. it’s not time. not yet. he knows you’d hate that. knows that the second the shutter breaks, you’ll shove him, curse at him, run. maybe all three.

so he holds still, heart thudding, just watching you.

because for the first time, you’re not the one caught.

he is.

and it’s beautiful.

[lucifersruberduck]

Alastor's list of likes from the wiki states he likes playing pranks, so, since its April Fools today just imagine:

Alastor changing every single digital device to play jazz music.

Pickpocketing random things and not giving them back until they give up on searching.

Hiding behind people to see how long it is until they notice.

Painting Lucifer's ducks pink.

Post-its all around the hotel with ridiculous threats written in glitter gel pen.

Stealing Lucifer's hat when he leaves it aside and just wearing it until he notices.

Replacing Lucifer's overly sweet coffee/tea with raw unsweetened coffee/tea and see what face he makes.

Placing the most random/cursed pictures in front of every Vox spy camera he can find.

Prank calls.

Changing the order of things in the bar/kitchen/someone's room/etc.

Randomly shouting dad jokes (Lucifer joined this one, it's now become a competition).

Sticking post-its with jokes in the back of people, Lucifer and Vaggie were too short for this one, both noticed easily when he had to bend 90 degrees to try.

Doodles of the residents all around the hotel, some more wholesome than others.

Pray that if you left your phone unlocked over the table, Alastor didn't see it before you realized.

Glitter, he hates it, but it's not him who's going to be covered in it anyway.

Prank wars woth anyone who gets sick of him after a while.

Purposefully mixing up names.

Stealing Lucifer's staff.

Hiding in Rosie's house making little sounds until she finds him.

Feel free to add more btw.

[baocean]

the manchester’s

spy!rafe cameron x spy!reader

your partner rafe cameron and you were on a mission for one reason, and one reason only. to take out the target. on this mission, your aliases were husband and wife, playing house for the whole night. who knew that could bring out so many truths?

warnings - violence, smoking, drinking, smut, swearing, murder ermmm

the apartment you’d been staked out in was muggy, dark, and gross.

you’d been sitting there for almost the entire day, just waiting.

you’d set up a long range camera, taking over a poor college student’s apartment, posted across the street at the hotel your target was supposed to be staying in that night.

your target was markus phelps, some middle aged man apart of a terrorist group that assassinated a foreign leader almost a year ago. he had been untraceable until agent williams found him five months ago. it was only supposed to be a capture mission. then, phelps killed her too. now, you were here for blood. you, and your partner rafe cameron. two of the best agents the CIA has to offer.

it was only speculation that phelps was attending this gala, ball type event at this hotel tonight. but, the CIA got wind of it, and you didn’t have anything going on tonight, anyway.

“anything?” rafe asked, twiddling a pen in his hand, sitting in a chair in the corner of the small apartment.

“not yet, there’s security posted out front, though. i think he’s close,” you responded, slouching back, “take over for me, please? my back is killing me.”

rafe rolled his eyes, he smiled and nodded anyway. when he stood up, you had to crane your neck to stare at him. he was almost a foot taller than you, but you used being only five or so inches over five foot to your advantage. no one expects a girl who fits right into the crowd to shoot them in the back of the head.

rafe switched places with you, getting comfy in a sniper position. he’d been an army ranger sniper for almost six years, it was probably a second nature to get his body as low as possible.

you slumped back in his old seat, letting your body relax into its cheap material.

“oh, you’re just gonna love this.” rafe started chuckling, and your content smile dropped.

“are you fucking serious?” you asked, huddling over to the window as you watched markus phelps cockily strut into the hotel lobby.

“let boss man know, and tell him i saw him.” rafe looked up at you, giving an infamous smirk, then started to pack up the gear.

you rolled your eyes, not even three years of working side by side dulled how smug rafe was. pulling out your phone, you dialed your boss’ number, the dial only ringing once.

“blake, he’s here.” you spoke into the phone, catching sight of rafe’s head tipping to the side. you made a face at him. “cameron spotted him.”

“good, you know what to do. get it done, agent.” griffin blake’s voice was gruff, powerful, steady. “you two have got a reservation under manchester.” that was all, then, he hung up on you.

“alright, let’s do this.” you shoved your phone back into your pocket, shrugging your shoulders with a smile. rafe grabbed the hard cases full of fancy cameras and guns, then his personal duffle carrying everything else, and headed to the door.

he’d always been sweet like that, only letting you carry your black duffle bag filled with whatever precautious outfits you needed for that mission, never the heavy stuff.

you two walked across the street and into the fancy hotel, glass chandeliers and butlers waiting to open the doors for you. walking up to reception, rafe threw an arm around you.

“hi there, we have a reservation for manchester.” rafe offered the employee behind the desk, offering her a warm, fake smile.

you gave her one as well, reaching your hand up to fumble with rafe’s, the one hanging off your shoulder.

“welcome to the plaza, mr. and mrs. manchester. we’re excited to have you.”

she handed you key cards, offered valet, then sent you on your way with an award winning smile.

“she was cute.” rafe mumbled in your ear, earning a elbow to the gut.

“that’s not very husband like.” you chuckled, swinging with him as you headed to the elevators.

“speaking of, we need rings.” rafe held his hand up, waving his fingers.

“make sure mine is pretty.” you said, watched as the elevator doors closed, then detached from him.

“pretty ring for a pretty lady, got it.” rafe pulled out his phone, typing a few times.

“laney says it’s all in the room. dress, suit, everything.” he said as the doors of the elevator opened.

it was true, when you walked into the hotel room, you saw the beautiful red dress and black suit hanging on the door frame of the closet. necklaces, earrings, and wedding bands were sitting on the dresser.

“two hours ‘till the party. you wanna shower first?” rafe dropped his cases on the bed, turning to you. you were already closing the bathroom door, making rafe chuckle.

twenty minutes later, you were out of the shower and in the complimentary hotel robe, staring at yourself in the mirror as you blow dried your hair.

rafe’s head peaked out from behind the shower curtain and you saw the shampoo you used earlier in his hair, made you laugh.

“so how do we wanna do this?” he asked. you shrugged. “we could pull the ‘my husband doesn’t have to know’ card. and i’m sitting here waiting for him when you get back here.”

you turned to him, groaning. “why does it always have to be me?”

“i know i’m gorgeous, honey, but i don’t think phelps swings that way.” rafe grinned at you, you tilted your head in annoyance.

“fine.” was all you said, turning around and putting down the hair dryer, then plugging in the curling iron.

“hey, throw me a towel, wife?” rafe called from behind the shower curtain as the water turned off, and you pushed your hand behind the curtain, him grabbing the white towel from you.

he stepped out of the bath, towel hung low around his waist. “should i shave?” he leaned over the counter, hands running over his jaw.

he truly was gorgeous, in every way. it wasn’t something you were denying. there’d been several times where you’d think ‘one time won’t hurt anyone’, but you couldn’t possibly risk it, right?

“no, like you better that way.” you clipped your hair up, started curling your hair. rafe looked at you through the mirror, shamelessly admiring you.

he left you in the bathroom, taking time through his routine, then pulling on his suit

you’d taken almost an hour to get ready, perfectly crafting your makeup, then forcing rafe to zip your dress.

“okay, so i’m noah. you’re scarlett.” rafe looked over the packet as you strapped the beretta nato micro to your upper thigh.

“scarlett? seriously?” you laughed, pulling your dress back down into position. it was a dark red color, perfectly suiting your skin tone.

“feels like they’re running out of ideas. remember when i was james ford? that was the best one, yet.” rafe grinned, grabbing his glock and pushing it into his holster.

you nodded, laughing, fixing last minute touches before grabbing the ring on the dresser and slipping it on. rafe’s eyes watched the motion, leaning to grab his ring as well.

“we’re so domestic. the manchester’s, ladies and gentlemen.” rafe laughed, throwing an arm around you as you walked out of your hotel room.

the lobby was filled with people in fancy get ups and holding champagne flutes. the two of you followed them to the ball room, the sound of jazz music slowly rising.

it was easy to spot phelps, the guy was dressed in a bright orange blazer. you rolled your eyes.

“look at that idiot. can’t wait to kill him.” rafe leaned in, mumbling in your ear before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

you giggled, the two of you separating to mingle with the other guests, rafe leaving you with a, “see you later, mrs. manchester.”

it was too easy, because you caught phelps attention almost immediately. you kept finding him staring at you, looking at you up and down.

it’d been an hour of talking to the wives of powerful men, sharing secret glances with rafe, checking in on each other, and watching phelps practically eye fuck you.

you were mid conversation with two women, listening along to their inappropriate jokes about the hot man with no woman on his arm.

“who are you talking about?” you inquired, searching around the room for who they could possibly be reviewing.

“him.” one girl pointed a perfectly manicured finger over your right shoulder, and you turned to see rafe. you groaned, of course.

he was walking right for you, smiling at you like you were the light of his life.

“hi ladies, noah manchester. don’t mind if i steal my beautiful wife away from you for a moment, do ya?” rafe tucked an arm on your waist, leaving the women you were standing with absolutely speechless.

“bye, girls.” you smiled politely, turning away with rafe.

you walked out of the ballroom, sharing one single glance with phelps. tucking into an empty coat closet, rafe slotted you between the wall and him.

“we are so in. have you seen the way he’s looking at you?” rafe shaking his head, laughing.

“i know, unbelievable.” you laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear. rafe’s eyes shot up to watch.

“try to bring him up to the room within the hour,” he looked down at his watch, “i’ll go up right now, give me like ten minutes, then go talk to him. i’ll be waiting there.”

you nodded, going to say something when the coat closet’s door knob started to jiggle.

“shit, uh,” rafe trailed off, pulling you in by your neck and kissing you. you didn’t have time to process it before the door opened and you were being yelled at.

rafe pulled away from you, some of your lipstick stuck onto his lips. he looked at the guy yelling at you two, smirking. “what, i can’t kiss my wife?”

“get out of here, you two.” the guy barked, rafe turning back to you and giving you another chaste kiss before stepping past the guy, pulling you out with him.

he nodded at you once, then headed towards the elevators.

you stood there shocked for a few beats, before shaking it off. you went back into the ballroom, smiling at some people.

you sat down at the bar, ordering a drink and patiently waiting.

it was only five or so minutes when phelps slotted in next to you, reaking of smelly cologne and cigarettes.

“hi, gorgeous.” he spoke, all grainy and brittle. you turned to him, giving him a smile.

“hi.”

“i’m markus phelps.” he stuck a hand out to shake yours.

“scarlett, nice to meet you.” you fluttered your eyelids, worked your charm. phelps looked down, clocking your ring when you met his hand.

“ah, you’re married.” phelps nodded his head, testing you.

“we’re getting a divorce.” you shrugged. phelps seemed to like that answer, because he leaned in closer.

fifteen minutes later, you were letting phelps feel you up in the elevator, waist up of course, given you had a gun strapped to your thigh.

you led him to your room, hand in hand, heart beating out of your chest in excitement. the CIA has been waiting for this moment for five months, and tonight was the night.

you unlocked the door, pushing phelps into the dark room with an excessive amount of force.

kissing him, you pulled him to the bed, letting him from you and fall back onto it.

“hey markus,” rafe turned on the lamp, sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, a glock 43 shifting around in his right hand, “how’re you doing?”

“oh, what the fuck is this?” phelps shot up as you backed away from him, leaning on the dresser.

“what do you think it is, dumbass?” you scrunched your face.

“let me tell you, phelps. you made it pretty fucking easy for us.” rafe chuckled, standing up to come and stand next to you. “trust me man, i know she’s stunning, but didn’t your mother teach you anything about strangers?”

phelps looked scared shitless, giving you a satisfactory tingle in your chest.

you turned to rafe, “pretty smart move kissing me earlier, by the way.”

“thanks, been wanting to do that forever.” he smirked, never looking away from phelps.

“who are you? who are you with?” phelps shook, not daring to stand up from the bed.

you contemplated, shrugging your shoulders. “i guess we could tell him, he’s not leaving this hotel room unless it’s in a body bag.”

“CIA. you remember that agent you killed five months ago?” rafe asked, staring down at his gun as he raised it.

phelps couldn’t speak, a guilty, evil look painting his greasy features.

“this is for her.” rafe pulled the trigger, the silencer making a ‘pop’ sound ring through the hotel room.

rafe sighed, watching phelp’s body go limp on the hotel bed.

“call the boss man.” he shrugged, looking at you before releasing the magazine from the gun and into his hand, turning away from you.

only two or three hours later, rafe and you were in the private jet sending you back to headquarters in virginia.

he was staring out the window, hand holding his chin up. after the first odd year or so, you realized rafe always needed some time to think after he killed someone.

he’d been silent for almost half an hour before you spoke.

“did you really mean what you said back there? that you’ve wanted to kiss me forever?” you asked him, he turned to you, sighing.

“yeah.” he shrugged, his lips tipping up into something almost a smile.

you hummed, not exactly sure what to say. if it had been a target, you would know. but these were real feelings, and your partner you were dealing with.

“i can’t tell what you’re thinking. incredible poker face, by the way.” rafe chucked awkwardly.

“well, seven years of socom will do that to you.” you tipped your head in a smile.

straight out of high school, just like rafe, you joined the military. only difference was, you went to special operations command and rafe went to sniper school.

after seven years, you were done, but socom had trained you well.

“right. always forget you’re an operator.” rafe nodded, looking at the floor between you two.

“i’m thinking that this would be a little too complicated to kiss for real.” you sighed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

“one time wouldn’t hurt anyone.” rafe shrugged, looking out the window, then peaking a glance at you to size your reaction.

your eyes popped open, shocked in what he had just said. then, you started laughing. “i always say that.”

“about us?” rafe smirked, leaning back. you nodded, rolling your eyes and smiling.

the two of you stared at each other, both of you daring the other that would lead to a conversation about you two.

“i’ll be right back.” you mumbled, standing up and heading to the back of the plane. you locked yourself in the bathroom, playing with your hair.

making yourself busy, all so you could catch your breath, you washed your hands, checked your clothes.

when you opened the door, rafe was standing there, leaning on the wall.

you just looked at each other for a second, watching as his eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, then back down to your lips.

“one time won’t hurt?” rafe muttered. your breath hitched, rafe noticing the action.

“one time won’t hurt.” you said barely above a whisper, pulling him by his t-shirt into the small bathroom.

your lips connected, and you were finally able to enjoy the kiss, memorize it. the way his lips moved against yours, his hands lying gently on your hips. you wanted to remember everything.

he pushed you up against the wall of the bathroom, grabbing your jaw to pepper kisses down your neck.

wasting no time at all, he’d removed clothing and tossed it to the side.

rafe wasn’t hiding the fact that he was mesmerized. sure, he’d seen you in swimsuits, your body turned away while you hastily changed into a different cover outfit, he’d seen pieces of your naked skin plenty of times.

but this was different, this was completely, truly all for him.

you smiled up at him, grabbing his face to pull him in for another kiss.

he dropped to his knees, grabbing your leg and pushing it up to spread you apart.

his breath fanned against you, giving you goosebumps in return.

“god, i hope we get to play mr. and mrs. manchester again soon.” rafe chuckled, kissing the inner parts of your thigh.

you laughed, your heading falling back. “why?”

“mmm, just brings something inside me out.” rafe mumbled, placing a kiss on your clit that had you gasping.

he pushed a finger into you, watching your reaction. he smiled when your eyes fell closed and your mouth opened.

he pumped his finger, adding a second one only moments later.

you’d thought this was the best it could get, with a man literally on his knees in front of you, giving you the best feeling ever.

then, rafe’s mouth connected with your clit, and a sound fell from your lips so suddenly you were unsure of who it actually came from.

rafe couldn’t get enough, he’d been waiting for this for three years, not sure if he had just fallen asleep in his chair back in the cabin. either way, he was going to make this the best he possibly could.

he popped up from his knees, earning a comment and a whine from you, before he lined himself up with your entrance.

he pushed into you, both of you groaning at the feeling of it.

rafe didn’t let you adjust before he was pulling out and slamming back into you, panting with each thrust.

“shit, baby, you feel so good.” rafe mumbled, barely above a whisper.

he was grabbing at you everywhere, running his hands over your cheek and hair, pinching at your tits, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

his hand fell down to your thigh, pushing it up farther towards your chest, making you cry out.

his hand flew to your mouth, the size of his hand taking up nearly half of his face.

“i’m flattered, honey, but can’t have the pilot hearing us now, right?” rafe smirked, taking away his hand replace it with a kiss.

“but the thrill of getting caught is so fun.” you drawled out, dipping your head to bite and kiss at his neck.

“jesus, woman.” rafe sighed happily, twitched inside of you.

his pace quickened, making you go silent with bliss, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth.

his hand fell back down to your clit, making you fall over the edge.

your orgasm hit you, hard. you were pretty sure you were seeing stars, head falling back as your mouth opened.

rafe took the opportunity to stick two fingers in your mouth, your lips wrapping around them to muffle your moans.

he continued his ruthless pace, his head going fuzzy with the feeling of you clenching around him and your warm mouth around his fingers.

you reached up to grab rafe’s wrist, his eyes catching on the shiny diamond on your ring finger.

his breath hitched, plenty of impossible and unrealistic thoughts blazing in his mind.

the simple thought of you being his, your name followed by ‘cameron’, coming home from missions to a shared home and maybe a cute dog, too.

his eyes screwed shut, thrusts getting sloppy as his head fell into your shoulder, finishing inside you.

once he slowed to a stop, his hands left you and landed on the sink your back was leaning on.

“holy shit.” you mumbled, laughing.

“yeah, i know.” rafe laughed along with you, his head still hung low.

you put your hands on his shoulder, catching your breath in the process.

rafe looked up at you, a genuine look in his eye as he pushed some of your hair stuck to your face out of the way.

“same time, next mission?” a cocky smile painting his features, his hand settling on your cheek.

“i thought we agreed on one time?” you tilted your head, tongue poking out to lick your lips.

“i don’t think i could live with only one time after that.” rafe chuckled, leaning in for another kiss.

a/n - i’ll keep it so for real with you men in black inspired me to make this fic, then i realized this is so mr. and mrs. smith, so thank you for the inspo simon kinberg! ☺️

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

“Holden had been filming women through hidden cameras for almost 15 years, creating an extensive digital library neatly organised under their names. Last September, he was jailed for six years and two months.

Holden’s voyeurism conviction is one of the few to make national headlines – but local news reports offer an alarming insight into the possible scale of this behaviour. Just this month, a doctor was jailed for filming guests at his Glasgow Airbnb for more than three years, through cameras in bedrooms and bathrooms disguised as air fresheners (one pointed at the loo, the other at the shower) and a smoke alarm. Other UK cases include photographer David Glover, who filmed more than 100 women using covert cameras in his studio changing rooms; Adam Devaney, who used a camera disguised as a pen to film colleagues in the toilet of his North Yorkshire workplace, and Adam Dennis and Robert Morgan, who used hidden cameras to film more than 5,000 people in swimming pool changing rooms and toilets in London and Surrey, then shared and traded the images online.”

[totallylezzingout]

pre crash van x yj’s photographer reader, maybe van notices a lot of the teams photos seemed to be focused on them? idk maybe it ends in some smut or just fluff whatever you feel <333

Rep Room - Van Palmer

pairing: van palmer x fem reader

warnings: some light !almost! smut, all characters are aged up to senior year (18)

A/N: i have not written in a hot minute, its its cringe its cringe, if its bearable its bearable.. i will get better with time!

requests are always open <3

Wiskayok High School VS Landmoore High School, the much-awaited regional game is on the rise! Its 2.43pm on a Tuesday afternoon and im sat on the bleachers with my camera, essentially looking like a total spy – (i am not) – whilst the Yellowjackets are in full swing of a very heated scrimmage, It was Coach Scotts idea for me to document the Yellowjackets’ success, so I have made the effort to show up to their practices whenever I can.

I give my lens a wipe with my sleeve and begin to take a handful of half-decent photos, god, some of these girls are not photogenic at all… oh and theres Misty... she doesnt know that she doesnt have to actually be here, shame. I snap a few shots of her anyway, she notices the camera pointing her way, and gives me a big wave, I wave back, shes a sweet girl.

They are now halfway through the scrimmage and my camera keeps finding its way back to one particular person – Van Palmer. The Yellowjackets’ Goalie. Ive had a few light conversations with her, the usual “have you got a pen?” in history, or the “do you mind running to reprographics to print something for me?” when van needs a couple copies of study materials printed, because its gotten to a point where i run reprographics, i am the designated printer girl, atleast, thats what van calls me. I do catch my eyes finding her in the hallways accidentally (staring at her by her locker on purpose) and ive begun to think about her more often than not. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m yearning after her, that might be a bit of a stretch (it isn’t. at all.) but she looks like she was made for the camera, the way she brushes her hand through her hair, the way she defends her goal almost territorially. its just so captivating.

As I am actively giving Van a photoshoot, I don’t know when, i was too engrossed in her, but I now realise she is staring directly into the camera, eyebrows raised with her tongue in her cheek, the unexpectency of the expression startles me - I end up quickly stealing a photo of her in that moment, looking at me like that.. for documentation purposes of course. I quickly pan my camera down and take a deep breath before looking up at the field, finally making eye contact with Van without the barrier of a lens. I can't read her, she looks amused but also, knowing? Like she knows ive been watching documenting!

3.30pm and they reach the end of their practice, I begin to pack away my camera into its sticker-clad case, and then I quickly scurry off back into the main building to print my photos, i did not wanna be approached by van.

Reprographics room has become kind of like a hide out for me, ever since our rep guy retired, I have been given the keys from the principal as per my request, as long as I “use it sensibly” I am unsure how someone could use a room with a computer and a couple printers insensibly, but I digress –

I walk in and sit myself down, taking out my camera and sifting through all the photos Id taken, theres quite a few good ones of Jackie, the captain, and some of a very just-happy-to-be-there Misty, and oh, wow, some good ones of Van, really good ones.

I insert the memory card from my camera into the computer to see the pictures a bit clearer, and then start printing, I have about 29 in total, so it could take a while. I click through the photos of Van on the computer, gazing at the bigger but slightly staticky screen - so maybe this is yearning, wanting.. so what? crushes are totally okay, im just documenting mine, and even if i-

my train of justifying-my-actions-thoughts is interrupted by a voice behind me

“Didn’t know this was my photoshoot”

I almost shit myself.

I turn around in my spin chair, visually stunned, hand clutching my heart

“Please, god, announce yourself when you come in, that was so creepy” I can barely breathe out

Van is incredibly pleased with herself; I can tell from her face that she wanted to catch me off guard because she knew i had been focusing the camera on her all practice

She leans over my shoulder from behind me and rests her arm on the desk, practically trapping me in, staring at the computer screen infront of us both

“Wowww, you got some pretty good ones, ill give you that” she murmurs

“I think they’re all good” I proclaim quietly

“What, you actually got some photos of other people? Its not all me?”

I let out an exaggerated ‘pffft’ “of course i did, i mean, look-“ I frantically grab for some of the printed photos, trying to defend my case with every inch of my being “look see! See! Misty! Right there” I jab at the paper I am showing her “and here!” I find the only other piece of paper that isnt her or Misty “Jackie!! i have some pictures of Jackie!!” i announce, sounding farrr too excited about my defense

Van is amused by the entire ordeal, she stands there, slying smiling at the photos, totally playing into whatever this was becoming

“yeah, of course, the Misty and Jackie photos are a staple in your collection, but you have... maybe 24 photos of me? Why is that?” she quizzes, smirking over at the now rather large stack of printed photos, like shes playing some sort of game with me

“you just, erm, the lens captures you quite well, and you, er, stay in the same spot at the goal so its easier to capture you still?” yeah, that was such a weak answer. my reasons sound more like excuses being pulled from thin air, and Im beginning to not sound so sure of myself.

I stand up to collect my prints when Van jolts, she grabs them out the printer before I can

“Oooooh! me.. me.. me laughing.. me stretching.. and more of me!” Van teases as she flicks through the stack

“Give them back! I need to put them in my folder!” I try and grab them back, but she holds them above my head

“what like, your own personal folder?” She teases “because i think this is too many copies of me for the yellowjackets folder”

I back her up against my desk

“Give me my photos” I whisper, inches away from her face

“You mean my photos?” She whispers back, challenging

we stand in silence, the tension is loud, it feels like our eyes are communicating, yet i have no idea what hers are saying

Van jumps at the opportunity to catch me off guard again, she drops the pile of pictures, & cradles the side of my face sweetly before pulling me into a heated kiss – it was messy. It was loud. It was it was desperate. It was genuine.

she gets needy, grasping at my shirt and pulling me in at the waist to try and get even closer, not that its physically possible – she flips us around, I’m backed up against the desk with her leg between mine. She lightly moans into the kiss, like she couldn’t be having a better time if she tried, my hips jolted forward involuntarily at the sound, looking for any type of friction

within minutes im desperately grinding myself against vans thigh, wishing she would just do something, she finds a rhythm of adding more pressure with her thigh with every roll of my hips, trailing kisses down my neck, hands under my shirt messing with my bra clasp, whilst im throwing my head back in lust

she stops momentarily “Do you really want me like this?” van breathes out against my neck, unsure if shes teasing, or asking

“i nee-“

rattle rattle rattle

are you actually being serious right now.

A voice can be heard from beyond the locked door (did van lock the door on her way in?), stopping our rep room rendezvous

“Janitor! We are lockin up now, everybody out”

“Come over later?” I look up at her

“Maybe I can watch you organise those pictures” She winks as she backs up off of me, grabs her stuff, and walks out the room, leaving me completely winded.

holy fuckin shit.

[euspyshopuk]

Audio video spy camera

Ultimate Guide to Audio Video Spy Cameras: Features, Uses, and Buying Tips

Whether you’re concerned about home security, monitoring employees, or gathering evidence in a legal case, audio video spy cameras can be highly effective. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll cover everything you need to know about spy cameras, including types, features, applications, and important buying tips.

1. What is an Audio Video Spy Camera?

An audio video spy camera is a device that captures both video footage and audio recordings covertly. These cameras are typically hidden in everyday objects or designed to be small enough to go unnoticed. The combination of both audio and video recording makes them a powerful tool for surveillance, as they provide a complete record of events, including visual evidence and conversations.

2. Types of Audio Video Spy Cameras

Spy cameras come in various forms, depending on the user’s needs. Below are some of the most popular types:

Hidden Cameras in Everyday Objects: These cameras are disguised in items such as clocks, pens, USB drives, smoke detectors, and even clothing. They blend seamlessly into their environment, making it difficult for anyone to detect them.

Wearable Spy Cameras: These cameras are built into glasses, hats, or buttons, allowing you to record footage while on the go. They are popular among private investigators and individuals who need to record events without drawing attention.

Wireless and Wi-Fi Spy Cameras: Wireless spy cameras transmit data through Wi-Fi networks, allowing you to view footage in real-time from your smartphone, tablet, or computer. These cameras are ideal for remote monitoring of homes, offices, or any other location.

Miniature Cameras: These are small, standalone cameras that can be hidden easily in small spaces. They are perfect for those who need a small, unobtrusive camera for tight spots or areas where concealment is critical.

3. Key Features to Look for in an Audio Video Spy Camera

When selecting the best audio video spy camera, it’s important to consider the following features:

Resolution: A high-definition camera (720p, 1080p, or higher) ensures that you capture clear video footage. Higher resolution allows you to see finer details, making it easier to identify faces and read documents in the footage.

Night Vision: If you need to record in low-light conditions, make sure the camera has night vision capabilities. Infrared (IR) LEDs built into the camera enable it to capture footage even in complete darkness.

Motion Detection: A camera with motion detection only records when it senses movement, saving battery life and storage space. Some advanced models send alerts or notifications to your phone when motion is detected.

Battery Life: Battery-powered spy cameras are portable, but it’s essential to check how long the battery will last. For long-term surveillance, choose a camera with a long-lasting battery or one that can be plugged in for continuous use.

Audio Quality: Since you’ll also be capturing audio, ensure the camera has a good-quality microphone. The ability to record clear conversations is crucial, especially in legal or security contexts.

Storage Capacity: Most spy cameras use microSD cards to store footage. Consider the storage capacity and whether the camera supports loop recording (overwriting old footage) when the card is full.

Real-time Streaming: Wi-Fi-enabled cameras allow you to stream live footage directly to your smartphone or computer. This feature is particularly useful for remote monitoring.

Disguise and Size: The camera’s appearance should fit your intended use. If it needs to be discreet, choose a model that can easily blend into its environment without drawing attention.

4. Top Uses for Audio Video Spy Cameras

Here are some common applications for audio video spy cameras:

Home Security: Spy cameras can be used to monitor entrances, living areas, or any part of your home, providing an extra layer of security. They are especially useful for keeping an eye on babysitters, house cleaners, or maintenance personnel.

Office Surveillance: Business owners use spy cameras to monitor employees, protect company assets, and prevent theft. Hidden cameras in the office can also help in resolving disputes or identifying unethical behavior.

Vehicle Monitoring: A spy camera placed in your vehicle can help monitor unauthorized use, capture road incidents, or protect your car from theft.

Personal Safety: Wearable spy cameras allow individuals to record conversations or events discreetly, which can be useful in situations of harassment, abuse, or intimidation.

Evidence Collection: Private investigators and law enforcement agencies often use audio video spy cameras to gather evidence for legal cases. The covert nature of the cameras ensures that subjects are unaware of the surveillance, making it easier to capture crucial footage.

5. Legal Considerations for Using Spy Cameras

Before purchasing or using a spy camera, it’s important to understand the legal implications. Recording audio and video without consent can violate privacy laws, depending on where you live. Always ensure that your use of a spy camera complies with local regulations, especially in private spaces like homes, bathrooms, and workplaces.

Audio Recording Laws: In many places, recording audio without the consent of at least one party involved in the conversation is illegal. Make sure to research the laws in your jurisdiction to avoid legal issues.

Video Recording Laws: Video surveillance in public places is generally legal, but recording in private spaces may require permission. If you plan to use a spy camera for home or office surveillance, check whether you need consent from those being recorded.

6. How to Choose the Right Audio Video Spy Camera

Selecting the right spy camera depends on your specific needs. Here are some factors to consider:

Purpose: Are you using the camera for home security, office monitoring, or personal protection? Different purposes may require different types of cameras. For example, a hidden camera in a household item may be ideal for home use, while a wearable spy camera might be better for personal use.

Location: Where will the camera be placed? Indoor cameras may not need weatherproofing, but outdoor cameras should be durable and resistant to elements like rain, dust, and extreme temperatures.

Discreetness: Consider how discreet the camera needs to be. If you’re using the camera for covert surveillance, it’s crucial that the camera blends in seamlessly with its surroundings.

Budget: Spy cameras come in a wide range of prices, from affordable models with basic features to high-end devices with advanced functionality. Set a budget that matches your needs, and prioritize features that are most important to you.

7. Installation and Setup Tips

Setting up a spy camera can be straightforward, but there are some key steps to follow for optimal results:

Choose a strategic location: Place the camera where it has a clear view of the area you want to monitor. Ensure it’s hidden enough to avoid detection.

Test the camera: Before leaving it in place, test the camera to make sure it captures audio and video clearly. Check for any blind spots and adjust the angle if necessary.

Check Wi-Fi signal: If you’re using a Wi-Fi camera, ensure it has a strong connection to your network. Weak signals can result in poor-quality footage or interrupted recordings.

Monitor battery life: For battery-powered cameras, regularly check battery levels to avoid missed recordings. Consider models with long battery life or continuous power options.

8. Top Audio Video Spy Cameras on the Market

Here are a few popular models of spy cameras known for their high-quality performance:

Wyze Cam v3: Affordable and packed with features like night vision, motion detection, and two-way audio. It offers cloud and local storage options.

Arlo Essential Spotlight Camera: A wireless camera with a built-in spotlight and night vision, perfect for outdoor surveillance.

Faleemi HD WiFi Security Camera: Compact and versatile, this Wi-Fi camera offers excellent video quality and remote viewing through its mobile app.

Conclusion

An audio video spy camera can be a valuable investment for anyone seeking to enhance security, protect property, or gather evidence. By considering the camera’s features, legal implications, and intended use, you can find the right spy camera to suit your needs.

Article Source :- https://medium.com/@EuspyshopUK/audio-video-spy-camera-b3898ffce11a

[anidiotonloose]

Now last but not the least…

contrary to the mizisua art, i feel like this one was a bit ambiguous in its symbolism

Looking at the green colour of the pen, it seems like Till drew this. It’s him and Ivan in the picture around whom he doodled an aquarium.

An aquarium is classified as an artificial or man made ecosystem. The aquarium Till drew looks kinda unrealistic - with trees and jellyfish in it. Though, the idea itself doesn’t look too bad, just— childish; due to elements present that do not coexist together.

The aquarium is made up of clear glass, allowing anyone to spy on the creatures inside.

Maybe the aquarium is a metaphor for anakt garden, where their whole environment was fake and the aliens recorded and watched the children in there using the cameras in the flowers.

The fishes and trees can’t really exist in the same vicinity, with the fishes living in water and trees growing on land. I suppose we can say that in a way, they are opposite of each other? One above the land and one in the water. It reminds me of Till and Ivan. One who’s extremely expressive with his emotions and other who barely understand them. Black and white. Snake feral ahh eyes and huge black abyssal ones.

Yet in this picture, both of these are living together despite all the odds.

Man looking at this art gives me the feelings of nostalgia tinted with serenity and just a pinch of regret. The setting sun adds warmth to the scenery, and paired with Till’s doodle, it seems like he’s reminiscing their days together.

Maybe the unrealistic aquarium is a parallel to this moment where they were not fighting but instead actually behaving like… friends? They were always fighting or arguing. Moments like these were rare in my opinion. In a way it was almost unrealistic to see them like this.

I feel like he scribbled this when Ivan had died and now Till regrets the absolute minimality of such days. Maybe he realised something Ivan was not able to express all these years ago. Ivan has always been shit at expressing his true emotions after all.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 4

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw.

one. two. three.

Four. 四

While Donaka Mark touched himself, you sat up in your bed and scribbled furiously in your journal, trying to exorcize him from your mind, trying to alleviate this weight from your skin. You write about what happened in the garden–and then you write about what might have happened, if you actually had a spine, and no sense of self preservation, and didn't prefer your risks to solely play out on a page. 

For lack of a better word, what you put down in your journal is pure filth, and you know when the first rays of morning shine through your window you should tear out those pages, destroy them, ensure no one else ever puts eyes on the raunchy ruminations of your feral pen. 

But…you don’t.

You keep them, hiding your little notebook in your underwear drawer. Who would ever find them there? Who would even be interested? 

Donaka should be focusing his energies on cultivating his next new champion, but instead, he cannot stop thinking about you. 

Your innocent defiance, your bravery in the face of such a terrible monster. He has no delusions about what he is. He can’t tell if you do. All your talk of misunderstood creatures–he thinks that maybe you’re not as innocent as you seem. That maybe, you have a dark and fearless side just waiting to be brought out, something deep inside you–something only he could mine from you. He will have it. He will work you over your fear of him, until you gladly surrender. He will not rest until you are his, body and soul. Maybe he employs you, but he wants to own you.

And Donaka Mark always gets what he wants.

***

A week later, you are cleaning the hallway when you spy Donaka training with another martial artist in the gym. He is mesmerizing, deadly and powerful. The fight that ensues–and the temple-like setting of his training area–are both like something out of a level of Mortal Kombat. When he takes his opponent down with a loud kiai–you can't help but half jump out of your skin, gripping your broom. When he lifts his gaze to find you there gawking at him, you know you are caught out.

He feels a flash of pleasure at the way you gasp and jump at the sound–he feels it more than hears it. He is attuned to you, he knows where you are at all times. Not just because he is constantly watching you on his cameras–he feels you, when he concentrates and closes his eyes. 

You are his.  He doesn’t really take his gaze off you as he stands up and briefly bows to his training partner. He can see how you are clearly preparing to run, and he doesn’t want you to get away just yet. He crooks his finger at you as his partner packs up his things to go, and you really have no choice but to go to him on the mat. His eyes rake over you as you join him. Maybe you’re looking at him the same way, as he dries the sweat from his glistening skin with a towel, his muscles flexing. 

Would it kill him to train with a shirt on?

You feel like this is a trap he constructed–you’re not wrong. 

“Almost done,” he says, letting you know you can clean up the mats soon.

"Yes, Sir." Finally you have the grace to avert your eyes, and not ogle this beautiful man. You notice he has a long, thick scar right down the center of his abdomen, and you wonder what happened to him. You tear your eyes away, before you can follow that line down further, the dark tuft of hair peeking out of his pants that practically invites you to indulge in yet more dirty thoughts about this man.

He smirks down at you, savoring your obeisance. 

“Ever tried martial arts?”

You are so not telling him about your childhood dabbles, after watching his brutal and precise practice. Instead you lean on your broom, relaxing slightly. “I clearly have a black belt in Tae Sweep Kun Do.” 

He snorts in answer. “Very funny. But martial arts are not a joke. The way of the warrior is a serious pursuit.” 

“I mean…” You cannot help your insouciant smile now. “Jackie Chan movies are pretty funny. Rush Hour? Timeless classic.”

Maybe if you annoy this man enough, he will give up on torturing you with the sight of his utterly biteable pecs. Almost as though he senses what you’re doing, his focus just intensifies on you, that knowing smirk in place. 

He takes another step closer to you, standing so that he could reach out and touch you if he wanted to.

“I could teach you,” he offers, “If you ever decide to take it seriously.”

The thought of him manhandling you under the pretense of teaching you floods your body with an annoying wave of desire, your grip tightening on your broom. You avert your eyes, certain he sees it all. 

“Thanks, but…when would I ever need to hit someone? All I'd have to do is tell them I work for Donaka Mark...they'd probably shit themselves and run away." 

Donaka lets out a short bark of laughter at this unexpected answer, amused by your response. 

He takes a step closer to you, commanding your gaze with a single finger under your chin, craning your neck to an almost uncomfortable angle. That single, possessive touch lights you on fire. “Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” he teases darkly.

"Sorry, Sir," you apologize quietly, your throat full of sand. You feel him tense to move, maybe to near closer, or touch you more, and you panic. “I’ll be back soon to clean up in here," you say, backing away and fleeing to your next task. 

Which includes hiding in the servants quarters for a little bit to catch your breath, your body crawling with need from that one. Little. Touch. You know you’ll be writing a lot in your junk journal that night to get it out of your system. Desire will eat at you all day, you’re certain, like some kind of parasite robbing you of your sanity. It isn’t pleasant, this thing you feel for Donaka Mark. It’s uncomfortable, and dangerous, and you wish you knew how to cut it out of you.

He’d watched you go with equal parts satisfaction and frustration for flustering you–usually he revels in a long game of corruption, but more and more lately he just wants you in his hands, and you keep running away from him. You are trying his patience, with your bad jokes and your big eyes looking at him. 

Soon, he is going to shut you up with his cock stuffed inside you, and his mouth on yours. You don’t know it yet, but you’re even going to beg for it. He always gets his way.

Later, he will watch you scribbling in your journal, curled up in your skimpy pajamas on your tiny bed, from a hidden camera placed in your room. You’ve become his favorite late night show. He wonders what makes your hand move so furiously across the page, and sometimes between your legs. Is it him? He hates it that you have a secret he’s not privy to–yet. He gives zero thought to this violation of your privacy. You live in his house. 

You belong to him.

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[neoarchipelago]

My mind is wrapped around the idea of Y/N already having a baby girl even if she's young, the dad ran off and she's single mothering this beautiful three years old. And when she gets close to Simon and they become friends he unexpectedly encounters her daughter.

Turns out she loves her Ghosty. To the point she will cling to him when he visits y/n's flat on base. And at first he's a bit scared, he's not good with kids, it reminds him of his nephew Joseph, and he's not sure he can handle it. But he also starts to feel protective over the child to the point he's too often at your flat, helping out, and sometimes babysitting. You were shocked the first time he offered after an unexpected meeting showed up. You were worried about leaving her with Simon at the last minute but you melted when you arrived home, seeing them play on the living room floor as she drank a juice box lazily.

"Simon..."

The kind look he was throwing your daughter made your heart jump in your chest.

It turned into a habit. Sometimes Ghost would stay late just to be able to read her a story. And it was on one of these nights that he held you close to him in the kitchen, pushing you against the wall softly, kissing you with a passion he was trying to keep at bay at all costs. Lost in the fever of the moment. It was embarrassing the next day, but you tried to reassure him that it was ok. You didn't mind. And that fueled him to get closer, despite the fact that he was terrified to get attached to the both of you. Like he hadn't already.

And then one day he has to babysit, you're on field training with recruits, and he's called on base by Price for a meeting with Laswell. He feels trapped but cannot refuse so he takes her with him and she's so happy to go with Ghosty to base.

This man practically infiltrates the base. Making sure that not even the security cameras see him with the child. No one should know. No one should think about a correlation between the child and him. The little girl is giggling as she sees her Ghosty act like a spy on a mission.

And then he falls into the main problem. Ok she's on base with him. But he has the meeting. So what? He sighs and says 'fuck it', absolutely horrified when the little girl repeats after him, but he heads straight to the meeting room. He needs a deep breath when he steps inside and when he does, his team and Laswell stare in absolute shock. Price doesn't understand but is smiling widely, Soap is way too excited and gaz just stands there smiling. Laswell is hiding a smile behind the file she's holding.

Soap tries to get closer and the girl in Simon's hold hugs him tighter, hiding in his neck. Simon throws the darkest glare he ever threw at someone, making soap stop dead in his tracks and pretend to look away as he rubs the back of his head.

The girl sits in his lap during the whole meeting taking everyone's attention once in a while. Price offered her paper and pens, highlighters. She happily draws her Ghosty, and the men standing now around the room. They gush over the drawings and she's thrilled.

When you're made aware of the situation you run throughout the base to the meeting room where you find them all playing with your daughter, soap having one of her hair clips in his hair, gaz letting her draw on his arm with a sharpie and Simon eyeing the whole situation like a hawk. Price and Laswell immediately soothe you, telling you it's ok. Simon apologizes profusely but you understand. After all she was safe. How could she not when the Task force 141 was babysitting her.

After that Simon tried to keep the team away but they are insistently asking him to bring her back. You explain that it's too dangerous and you'd rather keep her away from the middle of the base, Simon happy that you shut them down. Until you offer them to pass by the flat to dine. He feels slightly jealous, he likes having you and the child all to himself, like a happy little family-

He finds himself thinking that more and more. His little family. And the relationship between him and you only seems to grow. Now he stays sleeping. You both steal kisses when your daughter isn't looking. One special night you both give in to each other, rolling around in your sheets before falling asleep tightly snuggled together. Embarrassment had washed over you when your daughter ran into the room in the morning finding you both sleeping together. But she happily squealed that he had stayed for a sleepover.

And then it turns to dates. The team is happily babysitting during a short period of time. He stays practically all the time at the flat and he offers flowers and toys and looks at you like you're the world. He loves you, he admits it to himself and later on to you. The feeling of your reciprocated feelings makes him the happiest man alive.

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I got more to write but it's 3am and I should go to sleep.....

[seongwave]

⎙  » hidden agendas

pairing : lee woojin x kang!oc

synopsis : taunting the taboo couple.

warning : lowercase intended. not proofread. revenge. mentions of pedophilia. implied nsfw. usage of korean words.

a/n : a continuation of vengeance ?? and to the anon in my inbox, i definitely agree with you ! we need more hierarchy fics !

observing as their teacher strolled with a new hermes sack was a sight to see for chae. she was doing her best not to chuckle at how proud their pedophile teacher was, flaunting it.

'hmm, let's see,' chae thought as she planned things in her mind.

sitting on a stool at the bar in the private club known among the certain group of friends, chae patiently waited for a man to take the bait.

'well, that wasn't so hard,' chae thought, smiling slightly as she felt the next stool beside her become occupied by a certain man.

"never saw you around here before, what's your name?" woojin asked after ordering a drink, observing the girl next to him.

"chae laurent, pleased to meet you, mr.?" chae held out a hand, smiling slightly and batting her eyes at the man. seducing her target.

"lee woojin, a delight" woojin greeted her, holding her hand and kissing the back of it while tenderly caressing it, feeling like he had ensnared the girl when in reality, it was the opposite.

events unfolded and they found themselves in woojin's studio. bodies was shared throughout the night.

the ringing of a phone stirred them awake, with chae being the first to rise and woojin just stirring. noticing the caller's name, H, she smirked slightly and chose to answer the call.

"woojin? where are you?" their worried teacher's voice came from the phone. chae wanted to answer, but a hand stopped her from speaking.

woojin snatched the phone from her grasp and hung up the call. he questioned her in frustration, "why would you do that?"

"I picked up the phone when it was ringing for a long time, assuming it was urgent," chae replied, acting naively. "but why is ms. han calling you so early in the morning?" she asked, trying to provoke him.

"It's not your concern," woojin said gruffly, trying to leave, but chae stopped him and pushed him onto the bed. "why are you getting so agitated?" chae asked as her hands explored his body, their eyes locked. and bare bodies pressed against each other.

"it's not a big deal," woojin averted his gaze, while chae chuckled. "aww, you're adorable, you think I'm clueless?" chae teased, smirking as she caught him off guard.

"oh bunny, how could a teacher like her possibly have enough money for a hermes bag?" she teased as she moved closer to his face, her hands exploring his cheeks. "i also saw you both entering the art room, just so you know," she laughed. "just what happens there" she added, smirking widely.

woojin attempted to move her aside but chae caught him off guard by connecting their lips. despite the surprise, woojin reciprocated the kiss as chae drew him in closer. pulling way, chae started putting on her clothes when woojin asked, "what do you want to keep you silent?"

"hmm, don't fret, you have accomplished enough," chae said with a smile. what he didn't know she had placed cameras around his habitat. and stole a copy of the spy cam from the pen.

in the school hallway, a sophisticated lady and a cheap girl faces each other. "ms. chae, would you be open to having a conversation?" asked the teacher.

chae chuckled when she felt the woman's fear and craving for blood, "there's no need to talk, teacher," she said with a smile. "actually, there is. please come with me," she said, grabbing her arms, which chae dismissed.

"If you don't remove your hands off of me, I will shove my fucking mouawad diamond purse into your low-cost rear end, teach."

masterlist !