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scarletwinterxx · 2 years ago

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let me take you to the place of your dreams - Jeno imagine

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"So I just put in anything?"

"Yea basically anything you want to try, to do with your prospect partner. If somebody thinks it's interesting, then they pick it. Totally anonymous. If you don't like the person who picked your note then you can just pass" Ryujin explains while she hands you a piece of paper and a pen

"But what if somebody said the same thing as me" you ask

"Hasn't happened before, believe me you're about to hear the weirdest shit tonight"

"So what do I put?"

"I don't know, your dream place to do it" she jokes

"And I don't have to say it's from me right?"

"Yep, totally anonymous"

Do it in an expensive car.

You wrote it down as a joke, no one will know it was you and you didn't really mean it. Pinning the note on the board, taking one last look at it before walking to the refreshments table.

College parties are like Friday night staple. It would be weirder if you stay home instead of going out and potentially die alcohol poisoning. The funny thing is everyone's schedule intersects with one another, meaning if it's exam season you won't hear a single stereo blasting at any of the usual party dorms. But best believe once exams are over, you'll see atleast one or two passed out student at some random doorstep.

"Did you write yours?" Ryujin asks, appearing again beside you

"Yep"

She looks at you with a smirk, not expecting you to actually do it. "Didn't know you had it in you"

"You say it like it's a scary cult initiation" you mumble

"No no no totally not, I mean look at Minjeong and Jaemin. They met through that"

"They did not"

"They did"

"What did she write?"

"Some very cute cliche scene only Na Jaemin can pull off. She kinda did write it with him in mind so in a way it worked out for them" she shrugs, pointing the beer can she was holding towards Minjeong and Jaemin who looked like they were lost in their own world.

"And you? Have you every tried?"

"Yep, landed a few dates with Jung Sungchan last semester"

"That's how that happened? I thought you met at the gym or something"

"Definitely not, said I wanted to make out in the radio booth. He was the university radio DJ at the time" she laughs at your reaction, "How about you, what did you write?"

"Probably will never happen"

"Why? What did you write, tell me" she pulls on your arm dramatically

"Because we're a bunch of college students and I doubt someone here drives an expensive car"

"Why? What do you need the car for?" it takes her a second before she squeals and hit you on the arm a couple of times

"You little minx! You did not!"

"It's a joke, like I said as if someone drives an expensive car around here and if by some miracle they do I don't have to reveal who I am"

As the night went on, you kind of forgot about that whole thing. Ryujin kept on passing shots to you, by the end of the night you're sure you won't make it past the front steps but you tried anyways. It's getting to stuffy for you inside. As expected, you took exactly two steps from the door when you tripped on your feet, landing on the floor with a loud thug.

Too drunk, you just giggled instead of standing up. Not noticing someone was standing behind you.

"Are you just going to sit there?" someone spoke from behind you

"I'm just waiting for the world to stop spinning for a second"

"Sweetheart, if the world stopped spinning for a second we'll all be fucked"

"At least some of us will be" you laughed, looking up behind you to see who it was. "Holy shit, you're hot"

The mystery dude lets out a laugh, "thank you, but can you move aside first then we can talk angel"

"Jeno, quit flirting for a second. We need to drive Minjeong back" someone behind the hot dude, whose name you think is Jeno, said

"What are you doing there anyways, who- wait I know you. Y/N?" at the mention of your name, Minjeong's head popped up from the back. Now you notice was Jaemin speaking,

"You know each other?" Jeno asks, Minjeong immediately stepping forward to help you up and Jaemin following his girlfriend

"Yes, she's my friend. Hey are you okay? Where's Ryujin"

"Sucking faces with Sungchan, I think. I'm not sure" you answer, leaning sideways making you stumble a bit. This time Jeno catches you before you dive down the floor again.

"I can't just leave here here, I need to find Ryujin"

"I think she's busy, didn't you hear what she just said. Hate to ruin somebody's night" Jeno said, looking down at you

"And she's three seconds away from completely passing out. Do you where she lives?" Jeno asks Minjeong "Yea"

"Okay, we can drop her off first then we'll drive you back"

Jeno had other plans for tonight but it looks like it has to wait. It will eat him alive if he leaves a drunk girl alone at a party like this. He knows a lot of the guys in the frat house but of course he can't vouch for the rest of the campus, that's not a risk he's willing to take.

The trio helped you get back to your dorm, Minjeong getting the keys in your pocket and tucking you in bed while the two boys wait in the living room.

"You met someone tonight?" Jaemin asks his bestfriend

"Nope"

"Why not just give the note wall a try? Who know you might find a girl for you there" Jaemin says, for a second his eyes looking where Minjeong disappeared with you

"You're one of the lucky ones, most of those you even try that game ends up with a one night stand or find themselves in an arrangement of some kind" Jeno counters

"And?"

"Not what I'm looking for. Just here to be the chauffer for the night. Don't know why you're grilling me about my lovelife" Jeno answers sarcastically, making Jaemin laugh.

"Sorry, didn't know it was a touchy subject"

"You don't look sorry" Jeno snarks back

"Nope, can't say I can relate"

Another week has passed and you've completely forgotten about the note you wrote. Not until Ryujin came bursting through the study halls doors looking for you. When she spotted you, she made a dash for it.

"Girl I think someone got your note!"

"Huh? What note?"

"At the party!"

You needed a few seconds to understanded what she was saying before it clicked.

"Wait what? how did you know?"

"I saw a very expensive looking car drive by when I was walking out the gym"

You rolled your eyes at her statement, "And it didn't occur to you it might have been a professor or someone's parent?"

"Oh"

"Yeah oh, besides we're not even sure if someone took my note" you tell her

"Someone did" "Say what?"

"Someone did take your note, at the party. I left later than you, and a lot less drunk. I went to read some of the other notes but the one mentioning an expensive car wasn't there" she tells you

A few outcomes already playing in your head but you shrug them off. Remembering you don't have to reveal yourself.

"Also Lee Jeno is looking over here"

"Who?"

"Lee Jeno, Jaemin's bestfriend. Anyways I need to go, I'm running late for my next class. Guess I got excited over nothing. See you later, bye" then she was off again.

Looking behind to check who was looking, there's only one person looking at your direction. He made eye contact with you, tilting his head a bit to the side like he was waiting for something but you just looked forward again returning to your original position.

Jeno chuckles to himself, you probably don't remember him. So he packed his stuff, walking towards your table before taking the vacant seat infront of you.

Surprise written all over your face, because one you've never met this guy and number two he's probably one of the most attractive dude you've ever seen.

"Uh can I help you?" you ask him

"You can start with a thank you" he answers

"Excuse me? Why?"

"Ah so you don't remember. Well sweetheart, I was the one who drove you home last Friday. Not that I expect you to remember" he chuckles

"Minjeong said she took me home"

"Yea, with Jaemin. Using my car. Technically I drove all of you home"

"Oh"

Again he just stared at you, raising a brow at you

"Oh right, thank you" you mumble

"No worries. Just glad to see you alive after that, I bet the hangover wasn't as fun"

"I was begging all the gods to take the headache away or atleast blow my brains off, that would've been an easier way to take me out"

He let out a laugh, you're not so different sober. You're still as funny as he remembers from the only interaction he had with you.

"I didn't say anything embarrassing right?" you asked, eyes suddenly opening a bit wider. You don't fully trust yourself sober, much less when you're drunk.

"No, you were knocked out the whole ride back"

"Oh thank god"

"But you did call me hot, thanks for that again" suddenly you feel all of the blood rush to your cheeks and your hands suddenly got clammy. Did the room suddenly dropped a few degrees colder but also the air feels hotter.

"I didn't, tell me I didn't" you let your head fall on the table while Jeno just smiles down at you, enjoying every second of this.

"I did say we can continue that conversation later, how about we get some lunch or coffee after your last class?" he ask

"You're having too much fun with this conversation" you mumbled, not really giving him an answer

"I enjoy looking at pretty things" he answered without missing a beat, taking note of the way his gaze never left the side of your face.

"You wouldn't be here if Minjeong didn't make you drive me home"

"False. I was the one who found you sitting by the door, I wasn't going to leave a drunk girl alone like that"

"What, you bring them home instead?" you ask, this time looking straight at him

"I'm sensing very judgmental vibes from you right now, all I was asking was if you wanted to grab lunch"

"That was a no, bet you never heard of that before" you mumbled under your breath but he heard you anyways. You gather your stuff, ready to leave and finish this interaction.

"Dinner then?"

"So you're that type of guy who can't take no for an answer, good to know"

He lets out a chuckle, standing up from his seat too. This time he's towering over you, "I was being courteous, I'll take my leave now before you psychoanalyze me. Guess I'll see you around" he smiles then walks away.

Another week passed by, another Friday party to attend. If you're being honest, most of the time you come to these parties against your will. Like tonight, Ryujin wouldn't let you go home after your last class. Insisting you can get ready over at her place before the party. So here you are.

"If you want to spy on Sungchan, you can just say so" you tell her, finding it a bit funny how she keeps on looking around for him

"I'm not looking for him"

"Oh really, cause he just walked in" that made Ryujin look behind her, scowling back at you when she didn't see the aforementioned guy

"Just kidding, he's outside. I just saw him like five minutes ago being dragged by Dery so if I were you, I'd go there before he gets too drunk" she shoots you a smile before walking towards the back door, leaving you alone by yourself.

You followed short after, it was getting a bit crowded inside so you decided to get some fresh air. You're enjoying you're drink by yourself when suddenly someone whispers by your ear

"I know your secret"

That made you whirl around, ready to slam the dude. Only to find Jeno laughing to himself, eyes disappearing as he smile

"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you"

"Sorry, you looked too serious and too alone" holding his hands up before standing beside you. Resting his hip on the fence, facing you instead of facing forward like you were doing

"What are you doing here?" you ask him

"It's a party" he shrugs

"No, I mean here Jeno. What are you doing here" you gesture between the two of you

"Oh, well like I said I saw you alone so I here I am. And didn't you hear what I said?" he tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. You didn't like how much you find him attractive doing just that.

"What? What did you say?" you ask back

He chuckles before leaning closer, totally crossing your personal bubble to whisper to you again. "I know your secret. Your note"

At the mention of that note, your blood runs cold. You totally forgot about that until this moment.

"What note?" you ask, pretending you didn't know what he was talking about. He smirks at you while getting something from his pocket, when you saw what it was a mixture of horror and shock shows on your face.

"This is your note, right"

"No, I don't know what you're talking about" you deny, suddenly you can't look straight at him

He chuckles, opening the note and reading it a few times over. "You know how I know? we've had a few classes together over the years, sometimes you let Minjeong borrow your notes which she then lets Jaemin borrow then I borrow it too, you have a distinct way of writing A"

"Are you calling my handwriting ugly?"

"So this is yours?"

You scowl at him, snatching the piece of paper from his hand. "I was just kidding when I wrote that"

Do it in an expensive car. Cursing yourself for even writing it. And also cursing the universe for letting Jeno be the one to find it.

"It'll be our little secret" he says, sipping on his drink while looking at you.

You took the risk of looking at him, catching his gaze on your lips by a split second before he's looking straight in your eyes again

"What?" you ask

"Never though you'd be the type that wants to try out exhibitionism"

"Okay first, that was not what I was thinking when I wrote that and two you're stereotyping me now?"

"Oh just like you did with me?" he raises a brow at you "So why did you write it?" he adds

"As a joke, plus what are the chances someone on campus owns an expensive car when half of the people here are neck deep in student loan debt" you explain

Again he chuckles, downing the rest of his drink before setting it down.

"What? You look like you're planning something devious" you tell him, for the second time tonight he comes a little too close to you. Enough to leave goosebumps on your skin just from his proximity.

He slips something in your hands while whispering something in your ear, "Hold on to this for me? I'll go find Jaemin and say bye" he smile then walks away without saying another word.

You look down at your hand to see a key fob, the logo all too familiar to you. Your mouth agape as you look towards where Jeno disappeared to but you can't see him anymore. You leave your drink and made your way outside, surely he'll find you. He did just leave the keys to his VERY expensive car with you.

While waiting for him on the front porch, you walk back and forth looking towards the row of cars parked on the side of the road.

"My car's a bit further down, don't want to scratch her with everyone walking by" someone says from behind you, already recognizing the voice

"Are you sure this is yours? This is not stolen right?" you ask him, meanwhile Jeno just laughs as he walks ahead of you. You follow behind him.

"It's mine, birthday gift before I left for college"

"Oh so from your rich parents then"

"You didn't specify on your note who had to buy the car" he jokes, halting his steps to let you catch up so this time you're walking side by side

"I'm not having sex with you, I don't care how expensive your Benz is" you tell him seriously. Unconsciously hugging your self with your arms across your chest.

Jeno holds his hands up, his mother did raise him to be a gentleman. And contrary to your initial impression of him, he does take no for an answer.

"We don't have to do anything, you can go back to the party if you want to. I'm going now since it's getting a bit boring, I'll go grab something to eat though if you want to come with"

You weigh your options, is it smart to leave with a guy you barely know? most people your age would do the same, hell some leave parties with complete strangers.

"I'm not gonna end up in your trunk right?" you ask him, this made Jeno laugh. Holding his hand against his chest, "Not unless you ask me to, but I prefer the backseat it's more spacious"

"I don't want to know how you're so sure of that, I'm just hoping the seats are clean and I won't contract anything" you mumble, following his lead. He stops beside a sleek black car, holding his hand out for the key. You let it fall back in his palm, he press the unlock button before opening the door for you.

"And they say chivalry is dead" you mumble, earning another chuckle from the guy before he jogs over the driver's side.

"I'm really hoping I won't end up in a ditch somewhere"

"I'm not gonna murder you" he says as he starts the engine, looking over at you to check if you're all buckled up before he start to drive away

"That's exactly what a killer would say"

He just laughs at your statement, pressing something in the dashboard before passing his phone to you "Play some music, please. Your pick"

Just like that the two of you settle, you keep the small talk going. It surprised you just how easy it was to keep a conversation with Jeno going, the two of you talked about anything and everything. When you got to the restaurant he was talking about, he told you to wait while he jogs over to your side. Opening the door for you, not missing how his hand stayed on top of the doorframe just in case you hit your head.

"A breakfast diner? It's 1am?"

"So? It's never too late for pancakes" he smiles at you, letting you walk in first. When the two of you ordered, he insisted he'll pay since he technically did invite you. After a few protest from you, you let him tap his card.

"Now I owe you" you mumble as you slide in the booth, him sitting infront of you. He notices you look at the seat beside you before looking at him, "What?" he asks

"I just.. it's silly but can you seat here?"

He didn't say anything else, standing back up to take the seat beside you.

"Better?" he asks, looking at you. You nod at him, this time you're not glaring or scowling at him. Instead a small smile is on your lips, Jeno thinks he likes it better that way.

"Can I ask why?"

"Huh? why what?"

"You want me to seat here?" he asks

"Oh uhm one time before I was seating alone in a cafe and this dude suddenly sat beside me. It got real weird real quick I had to call for help" you frown, recalling the bad memory.

Jeno sits straight when he heard your story, like suddenly he was on fight mode. "Is he from campus?"

Already thinking if he can track down the guy and have a talk with him, but you shake your head. "Some random dude I thankfully never saw again"

The food arrives as you finish talking, again the two of you made small talk while you ate. The time passing by, the two of you paid no mind to the clock on wall. You were having a great time.

"It's pretty late, I should drive you home" he says, looking at his watch before sliding out of the booth. Again he waits for you, holding the door open for you.

You watch the street lights pass by, the rest of the neighborhood lost in dreamland while you're in your own moment.

Jeno stops infront of your apartment complex, then turning off the engine. This time he didn't move to open the door for, so you look over at him to find him already looking at you.

"What?" you chuckle

"If I ask you out on a date, will you say yes or no?"

"Are you asking now or..."

"Depends, do you kiss after the first date only?" you roll your eyes at his question, unbuckling your seatbelt before leaning over the center console to pull him by the jackets towards you.

"Depends, are you not going to stuff me in your trunk?"

Jeno chuckles, tilting his head sideways. This way his lips are closer to yours, one move and they're touching but he made no move to close the gap. He lets you decide what the next move would be.

Then you do. You close the distance between the two of you, feeling his lips against yours. His lips still taste a bit sweet, like the syrup on the pancakes you just had. This thought made you smile.

Jeno pulls away enough but still close to you, like he's scared to let you go too far from his grasp. "What's funny?" he asks, thumb on your cheek

"Nothing, you taste sweet" you says before diving right back in. This time you feel him pull you even closer until you're climbing over and settling on top of him. Sitting squarely on his lap.

Jeno pulls the seat back to make more room between you and the steering wheel. Your arms locked around his shoulder while his are around your waist. He didn't do anything to take it further, he was contented kissing you like you're his last breath of air.

You don't know how much time has passed, loving every second his lips are on yours. Eventually you had to pull away, Jeno then moves down to kiss your jaw then down the hollow of your neck.

"I should go now" you breath out but didn't really make any effort to move, instead you tilt yout head to the side to give him more room to continue whatever magic he was doing.

"Mhm, sure" Jeno mumbles against your skin, he nips at your neck for a while before he kisses his way back up to your lips. Smiling again against his lips.

"Does this count as doing it in an expensive car?" he jokes when the two of you broke apart. You hit him on the chest playfully, Jeno catches your hand before kissing your knuckles.

"Go on a date with me?" he asks, his expression completely different from how it was just moments ago. You roll your eyes but the smile on your lips told him otherwise.

His arms are still around you, and yours still hugging him. You might not be attached at the lips anymore but the space between your bodies still nonexistent. He could definitely get used to this, he thought.

"Okay fine, next time we'll try the backseat though"

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 7 months ago

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Hey there! So, I've got three different ideas for your Tony x sister!reader series and maybe, just maybe, you like one of them. :D

1. It's the wedding of Steve and reader. Tony visits his sister in the wardrobe where she's getting ready. Maybe one last try to get her to change her mind although she assured him nothing is going to change between them. She looks absolutely ravishing in her wedding dress and he has her bent over her vanity table before he walks her down the aisle to Steve with his cum running down her legs.👀

2. How it started between them as teens. She's a minx and tries to tease him the whole time until he finally breaks and takes her virginity.

3. Reader has some spare time and calls her brother to initiate phone sex not knowing that he's currently in his suit flying back from a mission. Let's say Tony is creaming some very expensive pants here.

Anyway, creativity (and a dirty mind lol) ran wild here but maybe there‘s something for you here.🫶🏻

Sneak Peek below ⬇️😁😁 oh my god i haven't been this excited to post something in a long time but when you sent this ask i may have squealed just a little bit 😂

This is just for the first part of your request. I will be doing separate parts for 2 & 3 as well 😁

Communication between you and Tony was. . . shakey at the moment. The both of you being stubborn, neither broke to talk to the other. Not since you told him about being pregnant and choosing Steve. He was still angry with you.

If he was going to act like a petulant child, you were not going to be the one to indulge him. You didn't make the effort to reach out. Perhaps putting some distance between you and Tony would be a good thing. And it was. You were able to be happy about your pregnancy. A couple of weeks later and Steve surprised you by asking you to marry him. He wanted you to have his last name before the baby was born.

You did the basic things that new mothers and brides to be did. You were already shopping for all the necessities a baby needs to thrive. Then Natasha helped you decide on a wedding gown and would go to cake tastings with you.

There were people available to take up the gaping spot that Tony left in you.

But nothing felt right.

Not without Tony by your side. You wanted to eat cake with him. Bicker about cheesy djs and seating arrangements. You'd find funny wedding videos and nearly send them to Tony before you remembered.

“That baby inside of you that you think belongs to the perfect Captain America could be MINE!”

It was enough to make you angry with him once again. How could he say something like that to you? You were terrified enough as it was when the same thought dawned on you.

And no matter how much you debated sending Tony and Pepper an invitation, you still went through with mailing the letter that you had crafted yourself.

You didn't think Tony would show up. But there he was.

He always cut a nice figure in a suit. Handsome with his hair perfectly styled and beard trimmed impeccably. His features were tarnished by the dark circles that plague under his eyes. The expanse of his face brightens though when his gaze takes in you in your white wedding dress.

You can feel your heartbeat travel up your throat, inviting him in with a quick gesture of your head.

Door closed, your fingers anxiously spin the engagement ring around your finger. "Hey. I didn't think you'd actually come."

He scoffs, finally removing his attention from you to look around the small room of the church that was your temporary wardrobe room. "Like Pepper would let me miss it." Tony mumbles. "Or any other of our friends. Those we have left. . ."

Many seats out there were empty. Place cards carefully placed in the designated spot where your friends should be. Wanda. Bucky. Sam.

Guilt starts to seep into your hardened resolve. Why ostracize the few people you have left? So many were taken from Thanos. You used to think yourself lucky that your brother was not taken.

"I'm. . . actually happy you're here." Difficult to verbally get out how much you really missed him, instead you look up at him under your lacquered eyelashes. Your makeup wasn't perfect. Wanda would have been able to perfect it with her powers if she were there.

Tony's face doesn't change but he whispers "You're beautiful by the way. In the dress." He points at said gown. "Very beautiful."

Damning yourself when warmth spreads across your cheeks and a smile threatens to curl your lips up. You couldn't help it. Narcissism ran in your blood and you always loved when Tony complimented you. "Thanks. It's supposed to look like mom's. Or, as close as possible. I always wanted to wear her wedding dress when I was little. The pictures I saw of her in it were stunning."

"Too bad they didn't save it." Tony smiles.

"Yeah. Guess it's alright. I stopped thinking I would get married anyway when I was seventeen." You admit.

You're not the only one to suck in a sharp breath. Seventeen. That's when you first dared to kiss Tony. The day you absolutely damned both of you. You can see the same thought worming its way through Tony's mind too.

"Tony-"

When his name slips past your lips, Tony advances toward you a broken man. "Don't do it. Please, don't marry him."

If your hair weren't done in extravagant waves, you would have run your hand through it in agitation like you usually do. You couldn't do this again with him. Especially when you were getting married in the following hour. "Tony-"

He grabs your hand, reeling you in closer to his body. Your heart betrays your mind by how it spasms from his simple touch. Harsh calluses on his fingers from decades of working with tools and machinery press against the softness of your wrist. Tony's eyes are glued to your face before traveling to your dress. His adam's apple visibly bobs. Finally landing on your midsection. Dropping one of your hands, his free one hovers over your abdomen.

"We can run away." Tony quietly suggests. "The three of us."

"I'm not running away, Tony." You insist.

Sharply inhaling, Tony pushes himself away from you. He takes to impatiently passing around the small room. You quietly watch him, wondering what he'd do next. Your hands rub at your stomach, feeling sick again.

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year ago

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Trick-or-Treat, love🎃💗

Happy Halloween, lovely! How about a little costume party for our dear Hannix? 😉

The Hard Deck was more packed than usual tonight, orange and purple strobe lights spinning around the bar and illuminating the crowd of costume-clad aviators and their dates. Ever since Penny had started hosting an annual Halloween bash at her beloved bar, it had become one of the highlights of everyone’s year.

Music blared from the DJ’s speakers as people danced and flirted and ordered round after round of shots at the bar. The room was filled nearly to bursting, everyone dressed to the nines in the most creative costumes they could come up with. With a $150 cash prize for the lucky patron who was awarded “Best Costume,” every single guest had pulled out all the stops for tonight’s festivities.

In Jake Seresin’s not-so-humble opinion, no one in The Hard Deck looked better than his raven-haired girlfriend. Gazing at her from his spot at the bar, where he was awaiting another round of drinks for the Daggers, he couldn’t help but feel an inordinate amount of pride bubbling up inside his chest.

There was no one more beautiful on this earth than Natasha Trace, and she was here with him tonight—quite literally the Bonnie to his Clyde.

Their costumes had been his idea. Phoenix had adamantly insisted that she hadn’t dressed up for Halloween since high school, and she wasn’t inclined to pick the habit back up any time soon. But Jake had finally managed to wear her down with his endless pleading and pouts—not to mention the fact that he’d agreed to cook dinner for a whole week.

“Bonnie and Clyde? Seriously, Bagman?” she had laughed when he’d told her what he had in mind.

“What? You wouldn’t want to live the outlaw life with me?” he had teased in return, snagging her around the waist and pulling her in for a kiss.

The outlaw life suited her just fine, Jake decided, his green eyes still fixed on where she was laughing with Fanboy and Bob by the pool table. With a cute little beret perched atop her dark hair, a blouse that hugged her curves in all the right places, and a skirt that left very little to his admittedly overactive imagination, she looked every inch the 1930s femme fatale.

No wonder Clyde had been willing to risk it all for a shot at forever with Bonnie.

Once Jimmy finished filling a tray with fresh beverages, Jake lifted it up above the heads around him and began making his way back to his fellow Daggers. As he moved through the packed space, he heard the opening strains of a familiar tune, one his grandparents had loved listening to when he was growing up—“Witchcraft” by Frank Sinatra.

Setting down the new round of drinks atop the pool table, he immediately reached for Phoenix’s hand and tugged her towards him.

“Come dance with me,” he grinned, chuckling under his breath when she looked up at him with an arched brow and snapped at one of his suspenders.

“What about my drink?” she shot back, her dark red lips curving slightly.

“Bob will guard it for you,” Jake smirked, winking over at their friend before turning and pulling Phoenix out onto the dance floor.

As Sinatra crooned through the speakers, the blonde-haired aviator took his girlfriend’s arms and draped them over his shoulders, resting his hands on her hips and swaying slowly to the music.

“I guess dressing up wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had, Bagman,” Phoenix conceded with a begrudging smirk, sliding one hand down his chest as their bodies were pressed even more tightly together in the crush of the crowd.

“That’s high praise coming from you, Minx,” Jake laughed, pinching her hip playfully.

“Don’t get used to it,” she grinned, tugging on the front of his button down shirt to pull him down for a kiss as the music reached a crescendo.

Green eyes sparkling mischievously, Jake sang along with Ol’ Blue Eyes as the song slowly came to an end—“’Cause there’s no nicer witch than you…”

#ask box trick-or-treat 🎃#hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #hannix drabble

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 evie , g , mae , keva , soap & minx ! thank you so much for applying , we are so excited to have you here ! please make sure to follow the check list — and try not to get killed .

// ( cierra ramirez . cis woman . she / her ) . ⸻ selena flores , a twenty - six year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for twenty - six years . the wild card is known for being magnetic and volatile and is often associated with the scent of gucci guilty perfume , ripped stockings , and lipstick stains on joint tips . in a small town where they work as a teacher at red creek k-12 word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted . ( evie , 25 , est , she/her , n/a ) .

// ( charlie plummer . cis man . he / him ) . ⸻ soren askelson , a twenty - six year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for five months ( grew up here but moved away ) . the beat dropout is known for being vibrant and flighty and is often associated with funny text on t-shirts worn under striped and oversized button ups barely showing quirky belt buckles ; walking home the day after an all nighter feeling like an alien but still stopping to help an elderly carrying groceries ; crashing on the sofa , falling asleep still dressed with mouth agape and face smashed against the cushions , crooking your sunglasses . in a small town where they work as the dj at the warehouse word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted . ( g , 23 , cet , she/her , none ) .

// ( taylor russell . cis woman . she / her ) . ⸻ max atkinson , a twenty - four year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for a year . the wanderer is known for being witty and calculated and is often associated with spending quarters on an old jukebox in a beat up bar as you dance like nobody’s watching ; seraphic , honey dripping lips cacheing jadded fangs ; black combat booots as stash for belongings you don't own but have swiftly picked from passerby . in a small town where they work as an attendant at silver coin laundromat and as a gas attendant at dolly’s diner word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted . ( g , 23 , cet , she/her , none ) . // ( bruna marquezine . cis woman . she / her ) . ⸻ riley carvalho , a thirty year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for thirty years . the pristine is known for being benevolent and reserved and is often associated with dappled sunlight through autumn leaves , yearning in self - made isolation , icarus flying too close to the sun . in a small town where they work as the editor for the register word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted . ( mae , 28 , est , she/her , n/a ) . // ( assad zaman . agender . they / he ) . ⸻ zakir hassan , a thirty -three year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for less than one year . the harbinger is known for being pragmatic and scheming and is often associated with mugs of coffee in various stages of finished covering half a desk , eerie fog obfuscating the ground in the morning , the shift of temperature as a storm approaches . in a small town where they work as a private investigator word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted . ( keva , 24 , cst , he/xe , no triggers ) . // ( sobhita dhulipala . cis woman . she / her ) . ⸻ jaya kasturi , a thirty year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for her whole life . the backstabber is known for being insightful and venal and is often associated with a pen spinning between fingers , book pages creased from being dogeared over and over , dust motes visible when the sun shines through the room . in a small town where they work as a therapist at red creek hospital word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted . ( keva , 24 , cst , he/xe , no triggers ) .

// ( barry sloane . cis man . he / his ) . ⸻ cooper riley , a forty - four year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for three months . the hardened softie is known for being resilient and emotionally repressed and is often associated with the distant gaze of someone always on guard, and the fleeting smile that betrays the man beneath the armor, an understated scent of cedarwood and tobacco, like walking through a forest late in autumn, impeccably well worn boots with the kind of mileage that tells stories he won't share. in a small town where they work as retired special forces / the owner of early rise bakery word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted . ( soap , 27 , pst , any , none ) . ** micaela baros' high school friend group wanted connection ** // ( kento yamazaki . cis man . he / him ) . ⸻ suna satori , a thirty year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for two months . the talisman is known for being tenacious and indolent and is often associated with unwashed jeans , polaroid's hung on fairy lights , missed calls at 2am . in a small town where they work as a photographer at the register word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted . ( minx , twenty-eight , gmt , she/her , n/a ) .

#accepted #WELCOME ! <333

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Queer MTL things to do: January 2025

Happy New Year! 2025 begins with another epic calendar of queer things to do, and there’s something for everyone under the winter sun. And like every month, Montréal is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, here’s some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, including those not announced at time of publication, follow QueerMTL on Instagram, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!

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🎥 Cinema 👑 Drag 🥳 Parties 🎶 Concert ✊ Activism 🏳️‍⚧️ Trans 🏳️‍🌈 Community 😆 Comedy 🎭 Performance 💪 Sports 👯‍♀️ Dance 🎤 Karaoke 🎨 Arts 📚 Literary / Educational 👠 Ballroom / Vogue

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

🎨 Pointe-à-Callière’s exhibition Witches—Out of the Shadows runs until April 6, 2025, Pointe-à-Callière 👑 Helpez-moi live; New Year Hangover with Sami Landri, Cabaret Mado

Thursday, January 2, 2025

👑 Contestant Uma Gahd hosts screenings of Canada’s Drag Race Season 5, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Girls' Night Out with Krystella Fame, Bobépine and EmmÖtional Damage, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le strange show with Demone LaStrange, Asmatix and Jay Show, Bar Le Cocktail

Friday, January 3, 2025

👑 Cult of AnarchKey presents SICK NÜ YEAR—Nü Metal Drag Cabaret with Korra AnarchKey, BONES, Honey Jack, Just Hxrny, SALT, Woody Fungi and Yikes Macaroni, l’Escogriffe 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Tracy Trash, Celes, Carmen Sutra and Nana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Saturday, January 4, 2025

🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 👑 Madonna: The Celebration Tour with Jimmy Moore, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Tracy Trash, Celes, Carmen Sutra and Nana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Sunday, January 5, 2025

🥳 Utopia day rave with Sleaze D, Esme B2B Zi!, DJ Hermano and Max Mira, TBA Mile Ex 👑 Shrek Birthday for Charli Deville with Anaconda LaSabrosa, Butterscotch Blondie, Charli Deville, Démone LaStrange, EmmÖtional Damage, Miami Minx, Selma Gahd, Uma Gahd and Yikes Macaroni, Wiggle Room 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Velma Jones, Aizysse Baga, and Bobépine, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

👑 Full Gisèle : Back to work, b*tch! with Petula Claque, Lady Boom Boom, Victoire De Rockwell, Démone La Strange and Lulu Shade, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 👑 The Golden Girls with Tracy Trash, Velma Jones, Marla Deer and Prudence as Blanche, Sophia, Dorothy and Rose from the TV favourite, Cabaret Mado

Thursday, January 9, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 👑 Contestant Uma Gahd hosts screenings of Canada’s Drag Race Season 5, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Concours MX Cocktail 2025 with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🎭 Dolly Parton-Lesque! with Frenchy Jones, Yikes Macaroni, Miami Minx, Bibi Lolo Bang Bang and Zyra Lee Vanity, Wiggle Room

Friday, January 10, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 🥳 DÔMESICLE with Paurro, Society for Arts and Technology [SAT] 🏳️‍🌈 BLUF Montréal leather men monthly gathering, Bar Le Stud 🥳 Cerise Noire goth night, Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Soirée HAHA! with Alex Hamel, Maude Dessureault, Olivier Fay and Val Belzile, Pub Le Vieux 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Jessie Précieuse, Jimmy Moore, Lana Dalida and Nana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Saturday, January 11, 2025

📚 The Violet Hour Book Club reads Éric Chacour’s What I Know About You, Archives gaies du Québec 👑 Jimmy Moore personifies Lady Gaga with Jimmy Moore, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Jessie Précieuse, Jimmy Moore, Lana Dalida and Nana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Sunday, January 12, 2025

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Jessie Précieuse, Gina Gates and Krystella Fame, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show : Fiesta Latina with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Tuesday, January 14, 2025

🥳 Lana's Valentine: Dance Party, Lana Del Rey X Vanetine’s Day dance party, Turbo Haüs 👑 Full Gisèle : The Last Showgirl with Gisèle Lullaby, Adriana The Bombshell, Foxy Lexxi Brown, Sasha Baga and Esirena, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 🥳 Taylor's Valentine: Dance Party, Taylor Swift X Vanetine’s Day dance party, Turbo Haüs 👑 Da-Lulu with Lulu Shade, Lady Magpie, Stella Stone, Kelly-Day and Diva on a Dime, Cabaret Mado

Thursday, January 16, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 🥳 Igloofest with Michael Bibi, Tali Rose, Félix Patry, DJ Minx and Willwash, Old Montréal 👑 Contestant Uma Gahd hosts screenings of Canada’s Drag Race Season 5, Bar Le Cocktail 🎭 John Waters Tribute Show! with Yikes Macaroni, Jolie Lolita, Misty Portugal, Moonshine Sunshine and Sally D, Wiggle Room 👑 Les Productions '90s present: Soirée Drag with Jessie Précieuse, Crystal Starz and Victoire de Rockwell, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail 2025 with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Friday, January 17, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 🥳 Igloofest with Apashe, Imanu, Jesca, Honeydrip, Marie Davidson and Dileta, Old Montréal 🥳 DÔMESICLE with Turbine, Plug’N’Pray, Lissn, Melodrastik, Kuantum and Trench Foot, Society for Arts and Technology [SAT] 🥳 Virtualis caught a virus! with Pretty Privilege, Dino Nydo, Mossy Mugler b2b Syana, Leathersheets b2b Sperdakos, Vamana and Blanket, Esc 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Adriana The Bombshell, Misty Waterfalls, Krystella Fame and Nana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou : Soirée sans pantalon with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Saturday, January 18, 2025

🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 🥳 Igloofest with Claptone, Dombresky, Mandiz, Hangaëlle, Duppy and Akantu, Old Montréal 🥳 SUPER TASTE MTL and Homopop presents CLUB DÉSENCHANTÉE featuring ‘80s and ‘90s French classics and indie sleaze, Bar Le Ritz PDB 🥳 Winter Dolls: Girl-Pop Dance Party with FEVERS, Turbo Haüs 🥳 Homegrown x Tits—Dusk Till Dawn with Ciel b2b Lis Dalton, esme b2b Esther Côté, Lia Plutonic b2b Liv K and cori (fka corinita) b2b XIA, Society for Arts and Technology [SAT] 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Adriana The Bombshell, Misty Waterfalls, Krystella Fame and Nana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Sunday, January 19, 2025

👑 Afternoon Drag Cafe with Itsh and Timothy Toxic, Agenda Co-op Bookstore 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Pétula Claque, Sasha Baga and Misty Waterfalls, Cabaret Mado

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

📚 The Violet Hour Reading Series hosts an interview with Éric Chacour, Librairie Pulp Books & Cafe 👑 Full Gisèle : Disney with Gisèle Lullaby, Marla Deer, Bambi Dextrous and Bobépine and Lady Guidoune, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 👑 Throwback Disco with Adriana The Bombshell, Moh Dafok, Lady Boom Boom, Foxy Lexxi Brown and Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado

Thursday, January 23, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 🥳 Igloofest with Bladee, Doss and Coucou Chloe, Old Montréal 🎥 Queer Cinema Club of Montréal and Image+Nation hosts two screenings of David French's Heads or Tails (J'en Suis), Cinema Moderne 🥳 Fundraising Concert for Lebanon and Palestine with Patrick Watson, Radwan Moumneh and Special Guests, Society for Arts and Technology [SAT] 👑 Le Sami Party with Sami Landri, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail 2025 with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Friday, January 24, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 🥳 Igloofest with Zeds Dead, Tape B, Distinct Motive, Melek, Dopamyne, Xaviera and Runa & Asha, Old Montréal 🥳 SUPER TASTE MTL presents What's My Age Again? [Vol. 3] featuring pop punk and emo dance, Bar Le Ritz PDB 🥳 DÔMESICLE with DINA, BitterCaress and NASTYA NVRSLP, Society for Arts and Technology [SAT] 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Saturday, January 25, 2025

🥳 Igloofest with Skepta (Más Tiempo), Syreeta, Lia Plutonic, Surprise Artist, and on the Laylit stage: Cheba Iman, Nadim Maghzal, MNSA and Manalou, Old Montréal 🥳 La Louche with Nicky Doll, DJ Ian Jackman and Reid Bourgeois, Ausgang Plaza 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Sunday, January 26, 2025

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Marla Deer, Lady Boom Boom and Daisy Wood, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show : Monsieur Michel with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

🎶 Slowdive, L’Olympia 👑 Full Gisèle : Marry, F*ck, Kill with Gisèle Lullaby, Pétula Claque, Velma Jones, Clay Thorris and Tracy Trash, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec

Thursday, January 30, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 🎭 Cabaret Rachelle en Franglais with Rachelle Elie, Café Cléopatra 🎭 Les Productions Médusa presents Odyssée with Christopher Delarue and Kevin Veynand, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail 2025 with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Friday, January 31, 2025

🏳️‍🌈 Archives gaies du Québec hosts the queer zine exhibition GÉNÉRATION XEROX, Archives gaies du Québec 👑 CABARET: The Dancing Djinn featuring belly dancing and music with Samara and Nikotine, Kawalees 🥳 DÔMESICLE with Solar & Mozhgan and badgalquirit (MDSM), Society for Arts and Technology [SAT] 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

OTHERS / LES AUTRES

👠 Twice a month on every second Tuesday, Bring It! hosts an OTA night of ballroom and vogue with commentator and DJ. Follow their Instagram for dates and details.

🎤 Queer Karaoke MTL hosts regular karaoke events. Follow their Instagram for dates and location.

💪 Montréal Roller Derby hosts regular matches and open boot camps throughout the year. Follow their Facebook page for additional info.

🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud.

👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact [email protected] or call +1 (514) 709-4678 for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts.

🏐 Les Ratons-Chasseurs (Montréal’s LGBTA dodgeball group) holds regular events. Keep an eye on their Facebook for upcoming opportunities to join in and play.

🕹Montréal Gaymers hosts regular gatherings including board game nights and gaming gatherings. Check their Facebook for what’s next!

🏃🏾Join the Out-Run run and workout club for people relating to the queer / sapphic experience. Details on their Instagram!

🐦 Bird lovers should keep their eye on Queer Birders' regularly scheduled birdwatching events and excursions. Join the Facebook group and get those binoculars at the ready.

💪 Queer Bloc’s monthly bouldering events bring together MTL’s queer climbing community with live DJs, after-drinks and even a tattoo artist on-site. Follow their Instagram for all of the details.

#mtlmoments #lgbttravel #2slgbtq #drag #montreal #queermtl #lgbtq #nightlife #thingstodo #events

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Event Flyer Roll Call

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#NowPlaying: "Premiere: Salomé Le Chat - Parc Des Princes (DJ Minx Remix) - Cuttin’ Headz" by Electronic Groove

#Nowplaying #Newmusic #SoundCloud #Electronic #House #Tech #Techno #Minimal #Vocals #Afterhours #Party #Beach #hip hop #rnb #electronic #jazz #lofi

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Lol. Ransom was such an ass. But so soft for Minx here. A fave! 💙

Thanks for sharing!

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

This is part two of Coercion. And also part of the Minx Series.

Word count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI. Smut. Oral sex (m receiving), sex in public, creampie, cum kink, breeding kink, infidelity, manipulation, angst, rough handling, pleasurable pain during sex, violence, mentions of drug use, sex in a car, mentions of anal. Smut starts immediately under the cut.

A/N: This is for the ask below from @theselilwonders. She put in several asks for my #Djs2KHolidayVisit. Oops, Rose, this one ran away from me and became a full fledged fic. Hope you like it! 😘

Notice: I no longer operate a taglist. Follow @rampitupandread to be notified when I post. DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

It’s a marshmallow world in the winter

The sound system in the restaurant blasted the carol as you were on your knees under the table, gagging on Ransom’s cock. He was holding your head down, pulsing at the feeling and sounds of you trying to breathe and hold it together.

It was a large booth at the back of the dimly lit restaurant, but it was still a public place.

He whispered down at you, covering his mouth with his hand so as not to be noticed.

“Damn, you do that so well, Minx.”

He coughed to cover a moan and dug his fingers into your scalp.

He’d taken to calling you Minx because of your cunning and skill in the way you came into his life.

“I’d love it if your mouth was always stuffed full of my cock, that way I didn’t have to hear it running all the time.”

You reached up and fondled his balls just the way he liked, and he exploded. You gulped his creamy white goodness down your throat, trying to capture it before it slid down his long beautiful dick. Some escaped however, and you weren’t mad.

You sat back and looked lovingly at the sight of one of your favorite things. You glanced up and saw that Ransom’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Hand me your phone, Ran. This is amazing.”

“Fucking hell…” he grunted as he fumbled for his phone. But he did it.

You snapped a few pics of his dick and you licking him clean, while Ransom mean mugged other diners who looked askance at the flash going off beneath the table.

You made sure to clean him up good before you tucked him back into his pants, but that left you a mess.

“Fuck!”

He whispered as he slumped down on the seat while you climbed back up beside him. You snapped a picture of his cum on your lips before you used the napkin to clean yourself up and reapply lipstick while you hummed A Marshmallow World.

You snapped one last safe for work pic of yourself before you casually went through his phone.

“You know. Your cum looks like marshmallow fluff. Tastes good too.” You winked at him.

Ransom responded by rolling his eyes, and watching you go through his phone. You had full access to all of his communication means ever since ‘the incident,’ one month before which resulted in Ransom proposing.

One month earlier:

Four months after hooking him at the library event, you’d walked in on Ransom getting head from some random coed in his apartment. You kept your cool, and walked back out without a word.

Two hours later, Ransom received a video of you on Max Thirstborne’s leather couch. You’d filmed him sniffing you through your panties, hell Ransom’s $100 La Perla lace panties that he’s bought for you. He was promising to make you cum in 30 seconds or less as soon as his connect arrived with fresh powder.

In a rage, Ransom drove the Beemer over to Max’s place and saw that your car was outside.

He knocked on the door and when Max answered, expecting his blow, Ransom laid him out with one punch. He snatched you up from the couch, where you were sitting in your bra and panties wet from Ransom’s shown of force.

“Ow! Ran. You’re hurting my arm.”

Ransom released you and bent down to get in your face. You saw anger, but also hurt in his eyes.

The fucking nerve.

“Did you fuck him?”

You smirked at him.

“You fuck other girls, so why the hell not? See, what you’re not gonna do is play me Drysdale. I invented the game.”

Ransom didn’t respond to your statement. He didn’t say that he didn’t fuck what’s her name, that it was just head. He didn’t say that he’d barely been able to get it up and that he definitely didn’t cum. He just repeated his question.

“Did. You. Fuck. Him?”

His words were very precise and clear. He was getting you far wetter than Max could any day.

“No. Max’s dick is trash. Head game only marginally better.”

You didn’t finish the sentence. Not like you Ran. It’s what you wanted to say but didn’t. You were gone on him, but you didn’t tell him that. Max was more than game to let you use him to teach Ransom a lesson. Too bad he was now moaning in pain on his living room floor.

Ransom smirked at you and reached in his pocket and to pull out a black velvet box.

“Enough with the games, that pussy is mine.”

He opened the box to reveal a beautiful vintage diamond ring. Not huge, but intricate and flawless. Your eyes got wide and you looked up at him, causing Ransom’s heart to lurch. His voice softened.

“My grandmother’s ring. Harlan gave it to me to give to you.”

That’s what caused him to set you up to catch him. One last ditch effort at running away from love.

You just continued to stare at the ring and the box. This shit was getting real.

Ransom snapped the box closed and picked you up, carrying you out to the car over his broad shoulder.

“Hugh Drysdale! I don't have any clothes on!!!”

Ransom smacked your ass.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m gonna calm you the fuck down. Can’t have you out here embarrassing me.”

Ransom deposited you in the back seat and went around. You grinned until he got back in the car, and then you put on your pout.

Ransom pulled out his cock, which was long and thick and hard, just like you liked it. You crossed your arms, causing your breasts to almost spill out of your bra.

“I’m not touching that thing. It’s been playing in the trash.”

You were mad. So was Ransom.

“I took a shower. Get your ass over here.”

Ransom sneered at you and reached for you, grabbing you and slinging you over his lap.

He reached his long fingers into your crease, playing in your slick folds.

“That asswipe in there get you like this?”

You laughed in his face, then brought your lips close to his.

“Fuck no. He’s high was high as a kite when I got here. Unfortunately, you got me like this, you son of a bitch.”

Ransom grinned up at you and you could feel him moving your panties to the side as he positioned you over his fat head. He grabbed your hips and you knew what was coming, but you weren’t prepared for the stretch and the feeling of blissful, sweet sweet, pain as he slammed you down on his dick.

“Fuck, Minx. I’m gonna lock this pussy down. So fucking tight for me. Molded to my dick. That’s the only eason I’m marrying you. Shit!”

He pistoned his hips up rapidly, causing your head to bump the roof of the vintage car. You reached up to brace your arm against it and your boob popped out, which Ransom greedily took into his mouth to suck.

“Yeah, keep talking shit, Ran. Gets me hot.”

Ransom released your nipple with a pop.

“I’m gonna pump you so full of my babies, keep you barefoot, pregnant, and sucking my cock in the kitchen for the rest of your life.”

He was holding your hips steady as he mercilessly speared up into you, watching the point where his cock was gliding because of your cream. It was a beautiful sight.

“Then give me that good shit Ran baby!”

He ran his hand up your body to your neck where you had arched your back and leaned into the driver’s seat.

“Nobody can make you cum like I do. Remember that, Minx.” When his thumb touched your clit, you detonated, your hips moving wildly to milk his cock.

“I’m yours Ran! Always!”

“Holy shit!”

Ransom’s toes curled in his shoes and his vision went white as you screamed out your orgasm. He was ruined for you. So damn soft. Like a fucking marshmallow.

You collapsed in his arms, which he’d wrapped around you. You both held each other until he slipped out of you and you shivered.

Ransom moved you off of him and took off his cashmere coat.

“But I have cum running down my legs, Ran.”

Ransom smirked and handed it to you as he got out of the backseat.

“Cover up. Can’t catch cold now that you’re docile enough to fake a sweet surprise proposal at Harlan’s tonight.”

You got out as well and Ransom stood in front of you as you put it on, fixing himself as well. You inhaled his scent and smiled up at him. He let you pull him down for a kiss, his heart doing flip flops. Then, he put you in the car and buckled you in.

“The shit you put me through.”

Ransom shook his head and his mouth came near yours again, but he pulled back and closed the door. You grinned again, anticipating him slipping that ring on your finger.

For Ransom, that was the real proposal, when you finally understood that you were his.

Ransom was annoyed, which really meant anxious. He wanted to move the wedding up. Hell, he’d even suggested eloping.

You were too damn independent for him. He seemed to be a business proposition rather than your life’s mission, unlike all the other women who were trying to marry into the Thrombey family. You needed to be tied to him with babies asap.

But you were insisting on a big spring wedding. Ransom was thinking of tampering with your birth control when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again. It seemed it was on repeat.

He never knew he could be so soft for anyone. But you had him shook. He was like a big marshmallow on the inside because of you. That’s why this fucking Christmas Carol was pissing him off.

“Need some more water ma’am?”

You smiled at him.

“No, I’m very well hydrated thank you, but I would like two fingers of Macallans on the rocks.”

Ransom took his phone back and added his order, “Same,” to the waiter without looking at him.

“And stop that fucking humming. This isn’t a gotdamn musical.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why do you have to be such an ass?”

He glanced up at you.

“And why do you have to be such a … pain?”

He didn’t dare call you a bitch again. Not after the last time.

Ransom looked down at his phone. “Delete.”

The pictures you had just taken were gone. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t delete them, he just hid them in his private stash which was full of pictures of you. His beautiful girl.

He couldn’t let you know how he felt, however, that would just increase your power over him. Heaven knows you had enough.

“Let’s talk about the shitshow.”

You rolled your eyes again. “You mean our wedding?”

The waiter returned with your drinks, still humming. Ransom shot him a deadly look, but then you distracted him by sitting up straight, nipples perky against your cashmere sweater that matched Ransom’s so perfectly. You weren’t wearing a bra. He gazed at you, licked his lips and wondered how you were his perfect match. You were getting him hard again.

He dipped his fingers in your whiskey glass and then inched closer to you, deftly running his hand under your sweater, circling your nipple. You shivered and your nipple peaked at the touch of his hand and the cool liquid.

Ransom knew that you would taste so good when he sucked it off them. You arched into him, murmuring his name and rubbing your thighs together. You loved how he took possession of you in public. You knew you were his.

“You gonna fuck me baby? Right here in this booth?”

Ransom’s brain short circuited. It was the liquor that was intoxicating. Not you, not your beautiful brown skin or those big eyes or that voice when you said his name.

No, he wasn’t soft for you at at all. He reached for the hem of your sweater to lift it up when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again.

Ransom grabbed his steak knife and banged it on the table menacingly.

“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you!” Ransom growled like an animal.

The waiter stopped, wide eyed, and literally ran away.

You laughed.

“C’mon. Let’s get a room upstairs. Or should we go to your place?”

Ransom pouted. “I don’t care.” He was beyond annoyed.

You scooted out of the other side of the booth, took his hand and tried to pull. He was much bigger than you and was being an infant. He didn’t budge.

“Let’s go home. I feel like we need the lube. Want to give my big baby something special tonight.”

You chuckled at Ransom’s dilated eyes and rubbed his cock as he pulled you back toward him.

“Gonna let me have that ass, Minx?”

His heart was beating in his ears. His insides were mush.

“Yeah.”

You nodded, smiled and bit your lip. Ransom stood up and practically pulled you out of the restaurant, telling the maître’d to charge his account.

Once you got in the beemer, he sped out of the parking lot, hand on your thigh feeling you up. You reached over and turned on the radio.

A Marshmallow World started playing and Ransom groaned.

You reached over and unzipped his pants. Sitting on your knees in the seat, you leaned over to give him a hand job as he drove. You moved close and whispered in his ear.

“Give me some more marshmallow fluff, Ran. All over my hand.”

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Sketchfan85 one shot smut comm:Jagua Tales:Naked Night Spicy Times!!

It'd been another fun little girls' night in Jagua del Toro as always, quite an active evening time scene for a small resort island off the coast of some middle of nowhere 3rd world country within the Latin-American regions of the Caribbean. But certainly didn't stop the tourists from managing to find the place and come around for its 3 best qualities, that being the sun, the sand and the surf. And of course the delightful bonus being the bounty of fine sexy bitches on display providing plenty of eye candy for man and woman alike. or one trio of gal pals of course, it was home and and host to another evening of quality time with some small talk and plenty of drinks to go around.

If you were to ask their blue-haired surfer bombshell amiga Maya of course though, she'd definitely say her BFF Mona and their roomie J'D had just about a little too much. But really who could blame her for thinking and feeling that way when a walk home along the night time shore suddenly lead to a spontaneous round of skinny dipping!! Never let it be said that while she was an impulsive minx with a knack for mischief but she knew when to be a voice of reason and she was still sober enough to know she was not risking being seen naked around a public beach even this late. Okay yeah sure it lead to J'D and Mona teasing her plenty for being, as her cute sexy pink haired bestie called "A big chicken afraid to be seen naked!!" but not like she really wanted to give Cassandra a reason to verbally chew out her bodacious booty for whatever trouble this might get her into.

So of course she took her leave and left her drunk roomies be as they began having themselves a little playful splash fight, their giggles and cries of fun filling axing to the crash of waves on the shore. Pausing to look back a few steps to take in the view of J’d and Mona’s soaking wet naked bodies glistening under the full moon light, Damn if they didn’t look hot as all fuck. Ducking behind a rock as she decided to watch this unexpected free show a bit, sure she did have work tomorrow but didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the view, right? Little did she know that things were about to get spicy as it became clear just how DRUNK her roomies were as the dark skinned duo took a pause in their hijinks, currently kneeling in the shallow waters to give one another a look over.

J’D:”Your ass is so big and juicy, Mona….”*The DJ quipped sensually in her drunken haze, eyes becoming hazy with lust as those sparkling blue sapphires took in a view of that aforementioned booty. It truly was as she said, a sensual work of art that you could bounce a quarter off of. If she were to twerk, there was no doubt you could call her thunderbuns. Mona couldn’t help but giggle playfully at her remark of course.*

Mona:”Yours too. I want to kiss it….”*The sexy cutie purred as her jade green eyes admired that beauty marked set of meat buns. So toned yet bubbly all at once as they shook and jiggled above the sea water, the moonlight making it glisten with a hypnotic sheen. She couldn’t help but think her lips, thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea at all. Swimming to get around behind J’d’s bodacious boot as she cupped those twin flesh globes in her hands firmly.*

Before J’d could even wonder to ask what Mona was doing, she gasped slightly, as did Maya silently as The pink haired Indy model proceeded to do just that. Planting soft but passionate kisses on the DJ's toned bubbly booty with distinct smacks of her lips, especially giving a playful lick on the spot with her beauty mark. J'd of course was stunned speechless yet couldn't help but pant and shudder at how tingly that was making her feel before Mona paused in her literal ass-kissing, eyes half lidded sensually and twinkling with lust and mischief as she licked her lips sensually, taking in the view of her room-mate's pretty smooth pussy. That labia quivering enticinlgy and looking even more inviting than her tasty milk chocolate derrière, so much so that she couldn't help herself as she pressed her lips then and there to it.

If J'd had been shocked and surprised before, the sudden ambush on her pussy lips by Mona kissing it and licking away with her tongue was quite something altogether. Gasping and panting at first before she found herself letting loose with deep throated moans, mixing and being drowned by the sounds of the ocean waves all the while Maya continued secretly watching in with growing voyeuristic curiosity. Before she snuck a quick glance to their discarded clothes by the shore as she started to get a wicked little idea. One she’d implement after she felt she had seen enough of where this was sure to be going.

so she continued to watch in from her hiding spot as Mona ate out J’d’s pussy, the perky toned DJ hottie squirming and moaning in the water as the sexy cutie’s tongue worked its magic. For someone not usually into girls, she sure knew how to please one, made her wonder if that little nudist minx Tania was an influence. But goddamn if she wasn’t feeling so good right now but if anything it out an idea into her lust and booze drunken brain as she shot a sensual look over her shoulder at the link haired babe. Erotically biting her lower lip as she pressed snd rubbed boot against her face.

J’d:”Ooh naughty girl, if you’re gonna be like thst then let me at least return the favour….”*That got Mona’s attention as she ceased her oral meal oit curiosity before she found J’d taking her back a bit closer to the shoreline, their sea water soaked bodies flowing with a rich sheen from the moonlight. The pink haired sexy cutie giggling as she started outting two and two together as J’d guided her to lay down on her back while the J draped herself atop it, their quivering mounds in one another’s line of sight. The equally drunk hotties sensually licking their lips at the meals they were about to enjoy when at some unspoken signal, they proceeded to commence with performing a 69. Kissing and licking away at one another’s slits, tongues lapping uo the flow of juices with their tastebuds dazzled by the slight flavour of salt water.*

Maya watched on with voyeuristic delight as she waited for the opportunity to slring her devious little plan in action, after all no rush when the action was getting this good. Looking on as Mona and J’d ate one another out, deep throated moans escaping their luscious lips Especislly when they probed one another’s moist folds of desire with their tongues. Rolling along the crashing waves on the shore between being on top or side by side as they upped the ante of of intensity and passion by adding their fingers into the mix, two to three digits knuckle deep as their thumbs teased and rubbed their clits. Never let it be said that there was many a man that would’ve given their nutsack or sold thei soul just to catch a glimpse of this lewd little show.

Soon of course their gasps and moans thst filled the night air on this beach soon had a new tuned added in as Mona, currently on top, gasped as she suddenly felt a swift stinging smack to her ass. Thst juicy booty jiggling as she shot a look over her soul dear at J’d who had a cheeky grin, her hand rubbing that glorious ass before she gave it another slap. Making Mona moan at the mix of pain and pleasure running along her spine with a delicious tingle, it helped J’d wss well aware how sensitive her skin was. Before she decided to return the favour as she rubbed and gave the DJ’s sexy booty a smack, the rhythm of erotic spanking filling the ir with their cries of pleasure in the night sky.

The rhythm of booty spanking in this ever in motion 69 soon gave way to the duo fingering one another once more before they became a tangle of limbs. Groping one another's bodies with an inquisitive sense of exploration and a growing intimacy with every rising hint of familiarity until fingers and tongues were simply not enough. Soon the pair were scissoring one another with passionate intensity, their pussies pressed together in a different type of kiss as they rubbed and grind against each other. Filling the starry moonlit sky above them with thier sensual cries and moans, that is when they weren't busy making out with sloppy, tongue dancing kisses to swap spit and play tonsil hockey all the while unaware of their secret voyeur who of course finally seized her moment.

Instead Mona and J'd continued to be lost in thier own little hazy paradise of luse, fuelled by a little one drink too many and maybe a little of that twilight evening magic on a night like this. The saltwater splashing against their orgasming bodies as they pounced on one another once more, making out amidst assaulting one another with groping and heavy petting as their momentum brought their bodies back to around the shallow waters they'd started their spontaneous skinny dipping. The waves of their pleasure offset only by the wave of water that washed over them in the middle of their latest liplock as the duo suddenly found themselves brought back down to earth. Coming back to their senses just as they were breaking their latest kiss for air and feeling equal parts shock and confusion.

J'd:"M-Mona, what are you..?!!"*The DJ puzzled as to how and why she and the indy model were in one another's arms and apparently about to or had just finished kissing. The memories of what had transpired between them non-existant as the haze of booze had worked its bizarre magic on them. All she knew was one moment she and Mona had been having a naked splash fight and swim, the next they were suddenly experiment in acts of lesbianism. And from the look on Mona's face, the feeling was mutual.*

Mona:"EHH?!"*Indeed Mona wasn't sure what was or had been happening, let alone the how and why. Blushing brightly at the intimate position she found herself in with J'd, their tits pressed and rubbing up against one another and seemingly holding each in a romantic embrace about to or having just made out. Deciding best not to dwell on it as they pried away from one another and made their way back onto the cool sandy shores, suddenly deciding to rediscover their modesty.*"I,....I think we drank too much...hehe..."*The sexy cutie shyly remarked, her and the Dj blushing and smiling equal parts sweelty and nervously as their nude skin felt the night Jagua air.*

J'd:"Y-you're right, but nothing else happened, so let's put our clothes back on and go home..."*Least far as she and Mona could recall, nothing had to have occured between them in between when they complimented one another's sexy asses and suddenly found themselves about to or having just kissed. Leaving their footprints on the sand as they aimed to put the rest of the evening and the unknown, to them at least, events that occured behind their thoughts. Only for J'd to notice a little something seemed off. As if something was missing.*"By the way...where are our clothes?"

meanwhile back at their Cozy apartment home, Maya lounged on her bed, comfy and casual as she held up and examined her personal prize. Mona’s cute sexy polka dot l panties in hand as beside her laid her bestie and J’d’s clothes, the surfer prodigy having snatched snd stolen them away while they’d been in the midst of their spontaneous skinny dip turned lesbian rut. Was it sneaky, underhanded and devious? Ooh absolutely but it sure was funny as hell at the same time and worth whatever karma would come her way.

Maya:*A cheeky smile on her freckled face as she basked in some self satisfaction.*”You’re a bad girl, Maya, such a bad, bad girl….”*Suffice to say, it was quite the time the duo had trying to make it back home in the nude, even late as it was in Jagua. But yes indeed they certaimly made sure to get their payback on Maya in the morning. Hey live by the sword, die by the sword, after all they say revenge is sweet and how sweet it is….*

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