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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Last Christmas

♥ masterlist | request rules | 12 days of ficmas

♥ pairing: ex!lando norris x fem!reader x oscar piastri

♥ synopsis: last christmas was vulnerable. even more so after you opened up to your best friend lando and him comforting you turned into his confession of love... but the next morning a picture of his girlfriend—whom he never told you about, was the first thing you saw. out of what you'd call destiny, you befriend the two people he's closest too: his teammate and his new girlfriend.

♥ smau - fc: women on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: lando is a bit of a dick in this but it’s only bc its important for the plot lmao! <3

-Christmas Eve, 2023-

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yourusername when you’re insecure could be me could be her, you just run to whoever is winning 

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user1 alright who broke our girl’s heart

user2 i’ll break his face

alexandrasaintmleux 🫂

lilymhe love you 🫶 call me whenever you need 

iamrebeccad we’re here for you ❤️

user3 guys WHAT HAPPENED 😭

user4 @/user3 whatever it was is clearly huge because all of the wags are here

user5 oh so this person SUCKS sucks

user6 the sabrina lyrics

user8 SAID THAT IT WAS ME AND YOU FOR LIFE !!

user9 NOW YOURE KINDA ACTIN LIKE I DIED!!

user10 my wife is getting her heart broken by a man 😞

user11 not the mascara running girl he didn't deserve you anyway whoever he was

carmenmundt if you need anything I'll always be here <3

yourusername ty carmen 💋

user12 i know lando just hard launched his girlfriend but i hope he’s still able to be there for yn 😓

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mclaren who’s ready for bahrain?

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iamimogen me !

♡ by landonorris

yourusername i’ll be there as always <3

oscarpiastri it’s been a while! can’t wait to see you again

user1 awww osc

mclaren what oscar said!!

blondie_wdj @/yourusername you’re always welcome in the garage

user2 being best friends with a driver means your also best friends with his engineer

blondie_wdj @/user2 so true

user3 i can’t wait to see lando’s gf in the paddock

user5 and her and y/n to be friends

user6 I hope there's no tension between them

user7 @/user6 lets not pit women against each other before they've even met !!

user9 where's yn's man

yourusername no idea 😔

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yourusername after party

tagged; @/oscarpiastri

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user1 STOP is that imogen?

user2 she’s so hot i fear 🫣

oscarpiastri finally made it onto your ig 🙏 I used to dream of days like this

yourusername you are now one of my elite employees

user8 the way lando isn't even in the pictures lmaooo

yourusername @/user8 he wasn't approved by the council

user3 so here for ynoscar tbh

user4 that's what I've been SAYING

user5 so glad lando has a gf so yall finally stop shipping her w him and let the oscarinas have something

iamimogen great to meet you 💕

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-Time Skip-

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f1gossip y/n and imogen were spotted hanging out all night after the monaco grand prix. could this be the beginning of a new friendship?

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user1 I BEG YOUR FINEST PAEDON?!

user4 they're so fucking cute oh my god

user2 i love it when the girl bsf and gf are besties 🥹

user9 it's mr steal your girl

user8 Imogen break up with your boyfriend ‼️

user7 yn lando Imogen poly when

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-Hungarian Grand Prix-

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yourusername BUDAPEST, HUNGARY 📍

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user1 @/oscarpiastri again

user2 how did you recognize him by just his back? 😭

user3 crying because why is yn posting oscar more than lando posts his girlfriend

user4 RIGHT? I don't think I've seen her once on his main or jpg but Imogen posts him all the time :/

user5 its kind of weird since lando used to post dozens of pictures of yn

user6 anyone else notice that he hasn't liked or commented on any of yn's posts in months or am I insane?

user5 @/user6 YES I HAVE

user8 guys I think they went through a friendship break up or something

user4 @/user8 do you think its because of Imogen?

user8 @/user4 maybe

user6 @/user4 I don't think so since yn is with her all the time. I just haven't seen yn talk to lando publicly since last year

mclaren it's always nice to see you!

yourusername valid: all days paddock pass when?

mclaren 👀

user9 hungary is such a random race to go to lol

user10 she's mclaren's good luck charm trust

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yourusername YESSSSiogvdrs;okfeLI

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user1 SHES SO US

user7 SCREAMING

user3 ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE FACT THEY LET YN STAND DOWN THERE

user2 honorary wag !!

user4 oh the sheer amount of pictures she took of him

user5 that's a proud girlfriend if I've ever seen one

user6 she didn't even greet lando...

user10 she was probably caught up in the moment

user6 @/user10 me when I lie

user10 HELPPP 😭 I don't want to admit her and lando aren't hanging out anymore... they were literally best friends

user9 lets focus on the positives: oscar won and he's 100% into yn

-F1 Winter Break-

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iamimogen loving winter 🤍

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user1 she’s SO gorgeous

yourusername the prettiest

iamimogen @/yourusername no you!!

user2 stop i still love that her and yn get along 🥹

user3 right they’re so sweet

landonorris ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux stunning

iamimogen 💋

francisca.cgomes hottie

iamimogen love you 😘

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iamimogen I'm dreaming of a pink christmas

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user1 lando you need to step up your game

user2 him STILL not posting pictures about her is crazy...

user3 EXACTLY

user4 the way they've been publicly a couple for a year 💀

user7 pink pilates princess core

iamimogen you know it

user12 I feel like I'm the only one who thinks her and lando are cute 😭

user6 no they're cute there's just something... off?

user10 @/user6 exactly. I love them but what the fuck is going on with them and yn

user9 the only place were gonna find lando and yn together these days is Imogen's likes

user5 LMAO

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yourusername photo dump 🩰🎀

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user20 @/iamimogen not yn copying you 💀

yourusername omg i had no idea she invented the color pink. @/iamimogen i’m so sorry queen i had no idea 🫶

iamimogen @/yourusername that’s ok just make sure to give creds next time ❤️

user1 PLSSS they’re so unserious

user2 im obsessed with their friendship wait 

user3 they’re so fucking funny

user4 OSCYN HARD LAUNCH I REPEAT OSCYN HARD LAUNCH

user5 oh I fucking knew it

user6 its a christmas miracle

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yourusername stole your boy and your girl

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user1 THE GASP I GUSPT

user4 jaw is on the floor.

user3 LEAVING THE COMMENTS ON IS CRAZYYY

user5 what a bad bitch move

user7 SHUT UPPPP

user6 so this all WAS about lando?! I'm genuinely so curious now I need to know what he did!?!?!?

user8 oh my god yn is my favorite person

user9 y'all remember that post of her like sobbing last year? was that about lando...?

user10 FUCK OFF IMAGINE IT IS

user12 begging for a story time

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end notes: i’m really fighting my demons (the urge to make a part two where yn ends up with imogen…) anyways I'm back with super late christmas fics haha !! they'll all be posted out of order from now on lmao

taglist; @sainzzreputaticn @theseerbetweenus @yawn-zi

[hockeyluvrr]

False God || qh43

MASTERLIST

warnings: smut (MDNI, +18 only!), basically no plot (it just jumps straight in after a few sentences 😭), oral (f recieving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), HEAVY on the praise kink lol, sort of pussy drunk!quinn I think??, hickeys??? (idk if that needs a warning but oh well 🤷‍♀️)

notes: literally my first time writing smut so I hope it’s not terrible, I think it turned out pretty good though 😌

summary: quinn comes back from a long roadie and shows his girlfriend exactly how much he missed her

word count : 2,494

gif not mine!

Quinn had been on a long roadie with his team, and god…he couldn’t wait to get home. When he walked into the apartment, he sighed in relief at the cosy environment; a wide smile spread across his face when he spotted you sitting on the couch. He quickly dropped his bag on the floor and kicked off his shoes before joining you on the couch, groaning as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

“Well, hello to you too,” you chuckle softly as you lean towards him.

“I missed you.” He muttered into your neck, kissing your neck as he spoke.

“Yeah? I missed you too, baby,” you smile.

He hums softly against your skin before speaking again, “It’s been a whole week since I’ve been able to kiss you…touch you. I’ve missed it,” he mutters between kisses to your neck, his hands gently squeezing your  waist. “Let me show you. Let me show you how much I missed you, baby. Please?”

“You don’t even have to ask, Quinn,” you mutter.

Quinn wastes no time pulling you into his lap. He places one of his hands behind your neck, pulling you into a rough kiss as his other hand lands on your waist. After a few seconds of his lips attacking yours, his tongue traces your bottom lip lightly. Your hands thread through his hair as soon as you feel his tongue tracing your lip, your mouth parting for his tongue to easily slide in. 

Quinn groans into your mouth as his tongue slides in, his hands squeezing your waist as his hips roll up into yours. The roll of his hips is fast and a bit desperate, the need to feel you after a whole week of no physical contact overwhelming him slightly. His lips leave yours and trail along your jaw, little kisses and bites being left as his lips move. He rolls his hips again as his lips move to the spot on your neck that he knows gets you worked up. 

“Quinn…” you gasp.

“Sound so pretty, baby. I missed your pretty little noises so much,” he groans against your neck as his hips roll up again. His lips make their way to your shoulder, leaving a small mark as his hands dip under the hem of your shirt.

Your own hips roll down against his as you let out a soft whimper.

“Fuck, baby, just keep making those noises for me…” he groans, his hips rolling up again, a bit more forcefully. “Thought about them…about you, every night on the road. Couldn’t stop imagining how you’d sound for me.” 

Quinn’s hands trail to your hips, almost holding you in place, stopping your movements against him. You whine softly in protest as he stops you, but he silences you with a kiss.

“Gotta taste you. Please, baby,” he begs slightly against your lips. 

Your heartbeat picks up at his words. “Fuck…please, Quinn…” 

Quinn quickly pulls your shirt over your head and throws it somewhere behind him as his lips return to your neck. His hands trail down your body before cupping your ass as he picks you up and moves to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed and hovers over you, studying your body.

“Look at you,” he mutters, his hand gently caressing your waist, “Fucking beautiful.”

“Quinn, please…” You whine, squirming slightly at his words.

“I’m going to touch you, baby; I just want to look at you for a second,” he murmurs with a soft grin. He trails his hand from your waist and up to your chest, kneading your tit softly as he leans in for a kiss. 

“Wanna see more of you…can I take these off?” He asks gently, his fingers pulling at the waistband of your leggings before letting them snap back against your skin.

“Yes… fuck, please…” you beg softly.

He quickly peels your leggings and underwear off in one go and tosses them behind him somewhere before his hands run up and down your thighs. “So perfect, you’re so perfect, pretty girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss softly over your thighs.

“I missed you, pretty girl. Going to touch everywhere I missed,” he rambles softly, his kisses trailing up and down your inner thighs as his hands grip them to keep them spread open for him. 

“Just don’t tease Quinn…” you mutter, running your hand through his hair.

“No teasing, baby, I promise. I need to touch you too much for teasing.” He murmurs as he presses soft, wet kisses along your inner thighs, his hands gripping them gently but firmly. 

He uses his grip on your thighs to gently pull your legs apart, not that he needed much force anyway. You look down to find him already looking at you as he settles between your thighs, holding the eye contact as he runs his tongue through your folds with one swipe.

You sigh softly, almost in relief, your hand tangling more in his hair to grip harder.

Your reaction was all he needed, a sign to continue as his hands massage your thighs while his tongue explores your folds. His movements are fast, not wanting to let another second pass by where he isn’t making you feel good. His lips close around your clit as he sucks lightly, his eyes fluttering shut as he just focuses on you and making you feel good.

You let out a soft whimper at his actions, your back arching softly. “Feels so good, Quinn.”

 He looks up at the sound of your voice, his eyes hooded. “Good, baby. Want you to feel good, want to make you feel good,” he mutters out, his words muffled against your core, sending sparks of pleasure through you at the gentle vibrations of his voice. His hand comes up to grip yours that's in his hair as if he’s trying to show you what he wants. 

You moan softly but take the hint and pull slightly harder on his hair and gently push his mouth closer to you.

He groans at the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut once again. All of his brain power is currently being used to focus on the way you feel against his mouth, how you taste, how he can move his mouth in a way that will help him hear your pretty moans and sighs…it’s all he wants right now, more than anything in the world. With that thought, one of his hands moves to grip the back of your thigh as the other moves to take hold of yours, lacing your fingers together. 

The tenderness of the action compared to the lewd movements of his mouth is almost enough to send you reeling. 

“God, you taste so good, baby. I missed you; I missed this so much,” he murmurs softly as he slips his tongue into you. He uses his lips to his advantage, and he sucks gently at your folds as his tongue moves faster into you, desperate to make you feel good. 

“Shit…god Quinn…” You whine as you tug on his hair, your hand squeezing his.

The grip you have on his hair just makes him work harder, his sucking at your folds getting stronger and his tongue pistoning into you faster. He occasionally lets out groans and a few small whimpers against you, wrapping his free arm around your waist to press you even closer to his mouth.

The lewd slurping sound that comes from between your thighs has you groaning and trying to close your legs in pleasure, but Quinn is having none of it. His hands quickly move to your thighs, holding you wide open for him as he moves his tongue to lick through your folds hard and fast, desperately trying to pull those soft, pretty noises from your lips.

“Quinn...oh god…” You whimper loudly, your hand pulling at his curls absentmindedly.

Quinn feels his cock twitch at your voice, grinding against the mattress softly to relieve some of the pressure.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he mumbles out against you, glancing up at you quickly. There’s a desperate needy look in his eyes that almost makes your own eyes roll back in pleasure. You’ve never been able to get used to how desperate he gets for you, but my god, you love it. 

“Just keep doing the same thing; I’m getting close. Feels so good..." you pant out, your hips moving slightly as you try to almost chase the pleasure.

His hand moved quickly to grip your hips, holding them down to keep you in place and stop you squirming. His mind is practically buzzing right now with the need to just push you over the edge; he wants nothing more than to make you cum in this moment. His tongue moves in precise movements, muscle memory almost kicking in as he gives everything he’s got to try and make you cum. All it takes is his lips to close around your clit and suck before you’re gasping and writhing under him, cumming hard.

His mouth doesn’t stop as he works you through your orgasm, only stopping when you go practically limp against the sheets. He pulls away panting as he kisses his way up your body, a proud and satisfied grin on his face as he hovers over you. He leans down and kisses you firmly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His hand moves to your chin and cups it gently, tilting your face so that he can kiss you deeper. The taste of you on his tongue and the way he’s kissing you are taking your breath away and making you moan into his mouth. 

With one final peck to your lips, he pulls away, a wide grin on his face as he rests his forehead against yours. “Good?” he asks, breathing heavily, feeling a little cocky as he sees how out of it you look.

“Yeah…” you breathe out, trying to catch your breath.

He grins as he dips his head to kiss along your neck, biting occasionally as he presses himself against you. “So perfect when you cum for me. Think you can do it again?” He murmurs into your skin.

“Y-yeah…”

“Good girl,” he praises softly as he trails teasing kisses down your neck, nipping at the skin as he goes. When he trails his kisses down to your chest, he starts to softly suck marks into your skin as his hand moves to roll your nipple between his fingers. You can’t help but whine at the feeling as you arch up into him.

As he sucks marks into your skin, his hips begin to grind against you. You groan as you feel his cock sliding through your folds, the tip of his cock catching your clit with every slow roll of his hips. 

“Fuck, please, Quinn…” you practically beg as you grip onto his shoulders.

“Please, what baby? I need you to use your words for me,” he murmurs against your skin, his kisses not stopping for even a second.

“Need to feel you inside me, Quinn…now.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he grins teasingly, gripping your thigh and hoisting it over his hip as he lines up his cock with your entrance. He leans down and kisses you as he slowly pushes in, swallowing your sigh as he takes his time with you. 

You gasp as you feel Quinn intertwine your hands together, lifting them over your head and pressing them into the mattress. “Fuck…”

His grip on your hands gets a bit tighter as he starts to slowly thrust into you. “Perfect, so perfect. Such a good girl for me, you feel so good…” He groans into your neck, burying his face there as the overwhelming feeling to touch you everywhere all at once washes over him. 

“Quinn…” you gasp, his name the only thing left in your head.

“Taking me so good, baby. You sound so pretty; you feel so good..." He rambles breathlessly, completely just focused on feeling you as all other thoughts just leave his head.

“Please don’t stop,” you moan, squeezing Quinn’s hands.

“Not gonna stop, baby, not ever,” he murmurs as he kisses you, letting himself get completely lost in you. He untangles one of his hands from yours as he moves it to grip your waist. He uses the grip to his advantage as he suddenly picks up the pace, the bed creaking slightly under you both. 

“Fuck Quinn,” you whine, your free hand coming up to automatically tangle into his hair and tug on it.

Quinn feels his cock twitch inside you as his eyes practically roll back into his skull, a deep groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, baby, do that again.”

You tug on his hair again, wanting him to feel as good as you do right now.

Another groan leaves his lips at the action, his cock twitching again. “Good girl, such a good girl for me, baby,” he speaks against your neck as he rolls into your pussy harder. “Need you to cum for me, baby; I’m so close.”

“Me too…so close…” You gasp, a small whimper leaving your lips when Quinn moves his hand from your hip so that he can circle your clit with his thumb. 

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come for me,” he pants against your lips, his other hand pressing your two hands down into the mattress as he pistons into your pussy. You feel your eyelids flutter at the lewd, wet sounds of his cock entering your pussy over and over.

It doesn’t take long before you’re clenching around him, your eyes rolling back as you cum hard. You’re pretty sure a series of whimpers leaves your lips, but you’re too gone to care. 

You own orgasm has Quinn’s hips stuttering as he cums, his release coating your inner walls. “Baby, god baby, so good fuck…good girl, my good girl, perfect...my perfect girl,” he rambles into your neck, unable to stop the words flowing from his lips even if he wanted to. 

You both lay there as you catch your breaths. Eventually Quinn lifts himself up to hover over you, pulling out slowly. He moves his hand to cup your jaw as he smiles down at you softly. “You okay, baby?” he asks softly, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt you at all.

“Perfect,” you mutter with a small smile, still a bit out of it. 

Quinn grins as he sees your still slightly hazy eyes. “Did I break you?” he teases.

“You wish,” you mumble jokingly.

“Good, just wanted to make sure your brain didn’t melt out of your ears,” he jokes.

“Haha, very funny,” you mutter sarcastically. 

Quinn chuckles at the sarcasm and just hums in response as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft, reassuring kisses there. 

“I’m glad you’re back home,” you say softly after a few moments, your hand running through his hair.

“Me too.”

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Could you possibly make a Joe x clingy wife🫣 My brain is craving it😭

~ enjoy ~

A lot of things in your life make perfect sense to you and your husband.

Like the home office that originally had two desks with some space between them, but now is one long desk with two comfy desk chairs side by side- his and hers of course.

Or the giant loveseat in your mini library/study that could fit the both of you with ease. And the modern shower with adjacent shower heads to spend and save time together.

These things made sense and some others would agree. But not all the things you did made sense to the other people in your life.

Like getting to games freakishly early to see your husband warm up and leaving very late just to go home together. Or never sitting in the warm box seats even when it’s 28° outside, you’ve always chosen to sit behind their bench.

Everyone knows you hate waking up early when it’s not called for, so they’re confused as to why you make sure to wake up whenever Joe gets up (even if it’s 4:45 AM). But what they don’t understand is you don’t wake up for no reason, you wake up for that sweet morning kiss from him that sends you back to sleep with a smile on your face.

Not everything you do has to make sense to them, because it makes sense to you and Joe.

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It’s finally the offseason. Sure the season didn’t work out the way everyone hoped it would but you still witnessed the love of your life play the best football of his career. But it’s safe to say, you’re more than happy to have him all to yourself now.

So why is your home filled with laughter that does not belong to you or your husband?

Walking down the stairs, the chatter becomes clearer and you get the full picture of Joe, Ja’Marr, Tee, Sam (and his wife), and a couple other friends sitting in your living room.

So fun.

You greet everyone with a kind smile then tiptoe towards the kitchen to grab a large snack tray and hurriedly fill it with enough cheese, crackers and fruits that it can hold for the light dozen of people in your home.

Do you have to immediately turn into the picture perfect host? No, but it’s still a nice gesture to offer them. So you deliver the tray to the living room and place it on the coffee table, then go back to the kitchen and grab a case of chilled spring water to take over there as well.

The small group sung sweet praises for your kind gesture which warmed your heart like no other.

“Babe come sit.” Joe called you over with his pretty smile. The simple command caused fluttering in your stomach, you would never turn any of his offers down.

There was plenty of room for you to occupy, but there was only one seat you would ever want. Now, if the people in the room were strangers, you would sit on the couch next to your husband’s recliner. The seat was open, meaning they expected you to take it. But everyone in this room already knew you too well.

As you approached your destination, your husband instinctively held out his hand and pulled you into his lap while still holding a conversation about your next trip to Vegas with Sam.

Some of your friends chuckled silently as you got comfy in Joe’s lap, your arm resting behind his shoulders while you sat horizontally, one of his arms securing your back while the other tightly but lovingly held onto your thigh. It was perfect. This was you and Joe in a nutshell and no one would ever change that. Even your parents have gotten used to it.

Later on in the evening, most of the guests had cleared out and the snack tray was graciously empty. The only person left was Ja’Marr and considering he lived on the same street as us, he’d find his way home when he was ready and you weren’t one to push.

(Aka he’s a professional 3rd wheel and has pretty much walked in on us in almost every way you could imagine.)

“Hey Shadow,” you looked up from your phone instantly to the nickname the wide receiver had given you moons ago.

“Yes freelancer?” You bit back making Joe chuckle.

Ja’Marr rolled his eyes and relaxed back on your couch. “Relax. I met him before you did, Shadow.”

“And I got a ring before you did.” You smirked, feeling your husband attempt to hold back more laughter, keyword attempt.

The freelancer glares at both of you. “That was just wrong. You not even defending me to your wife, J?”

Joe shakes his head, a shameless smirk on curving up his pink lips. “Nah man, this is between you and her. I’m just enjoying the show.”

You chuckle and lean into him. “Wifey: One, Uno: None.”

Ja’Marr rolls his eyes and stands from the couch, looks back down at you cuddled up against his friend and chuckles. “She’s gonna snuggle you to death one day, J.”

Joe’s hand tightens around you as the front door shuts, emphasizing the fact that you’re now alone.

You look up at your grinning husband and peck his lips softly. “You hear that, I’m gonna snuggle you to death.”

He snorts holding you closer, if it’s even possible, and kisses your head. “Sounds like a perfect way to die to me.”

Turns out he’s just as clingy as you are, a perfect match if you’ve ever seen one.

[jov1ii]

Home.

♡⃕.pairing: The Salesman x Reader

♡⃕.summary: The man you had known for way before, before he 'ruined' your life, the one you were so determined to find, pays you a visit.

♡⃕.word count: 1.5k+

♡⃕.a/n: This is my first time writing a "proper" fic and it did NOT turn out the way I wanted it to but ig we all start somewhere. I hope yall like it, thank you!! 😭 [not proofread]

Being the only surviour of what you considered no less than hell on earth, you should have been content, no? How could you be? After witnessing the death of so many people, people who you promised you would enjoy life with after escaping that game.

Call it greed, call it madness, whatever it was, it had people blinded in those games.

One would call you crazy if they saw how determined you were to put an end to the games you had played and survived.

Being already considered half crazy, if not a total gone case by your friends, you found it hard to even believe yourself at times. If it wasn't for the giant stack of money in the corner of your store room, maybe even Lei would have not trusted you.

There you were, sighing in defeat, another day spent, trying to search for the man who ruined your life by a game as stupid as ddajki. Fucking ddajki.

Throwing your phone over at the couch, you sat down next to Lei. With your face hidden now in the curve of your palms, you pondered upon the number of days left, the number of days which still remained unticked on the calendar.

You could not find it in yourself to give up so easily, no. You had been trying for years now, it was as if your life had a purpose.

"Did they find him?" Lei asked, placing a comforting hand on your back. She rubbed your back gently, wishing to offer you comfort. You remained quiet, allowing her to soothe you.

After a pause, you rested your head on her shoulder, seeking more of the warmth she was offering. "I... I am tired, Lei. I am so fucking tired."

Lei closed her eyes for a brief moment, allowing you to let your emotions flow as she pulled you into a hug. "It will be okay, all is well."

ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤ ㅤ‎⎯‎⎯‎⎯‎ㅤ🎟

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Drinking had never really been your thing and yet you found yourself standing right beside Lei, watching as she ordered drinks for the two of you.

"You come here often?" You ask, your wandering gaze landing back at her. Lei simply shrugged, offering you a smile. "Is three times a week often?" She chuckled.

As the hours passed and the two of you made your way out of the bar after spending an undoubtedly wholesome evening, you could not help but ponder upon the cold, almost commanding look that Lei offered to the bartender at one point.

The games had made you too paranoid, they had forced you to pay unwanted attention and overthink every little thing that happened around you. After seeing the countless betrayals before your very own eyes, who could blame you for behaving like that?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lei's voice brought you back to reality. "Oh... It's nothing." You said, looking back at her.

"It has to be something if it had you so deep in your thoughts, what is it?" Lei asked, demanding an answer.

"I said it's nothing. Come on, it is getting late, keep moving, Lei." You said, patting the skirt of your dress, refusing to meet her gaze.

"You do not trust me, do you?"

Oh. Your eyes finally met hers.

"Lei— what are you..."

Lei chuckled, shaking her head. "I love how easy it is to get you so... anxious. Of course I know you trust me, silly!" She laughed. "I earned it, didn't I?" After a brief pause, she added, "Let's get going, hm? It's getting late."

You nodded, moving ahead to look for a taxi for the two of you, blissfully unaware of the cold pair of eyes that stalked each and ever step you took.

ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎⎯‎⎯‎⎯‎ㅤ🎟

If there was one good thing remaining in your life, it would be night outs like these with Lei. They would usually end with Lei pulling dumb moves, flirting with strangers, enjoying her life and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't crave the life she has.

A life free from guilt, a life full of excitement and will to see and experience what the next day had to offer.

After looking at the numerous selfies sent by the people you had hired in hopes that at least one of them would succeed in catching the man that had plagued your thoughts, you could not help but groan in frustration.

Another fruitless search. You threw your phone away, closing your eyes as you thought of how your life used to be before all this happened.

A part of you hated yourself for yearning his touch, his caress. You had known for way longer than you would like to admit, he was kind, loving... or perhaps you were a fool.

It was funny how you still remembered each and every night when he took you to his home, when he fed you and held you in his arms when you cried about how bad your life was getting.

You trusted him with everything. Told him about how you managed to get all your hard earned money stolen by your own boyfriend. Sometimes felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself.

You trusted him when he told you to play a game of ddajki with him. You trusted him when he told you to give that number a call.

And now here you were, alive. With all the blood money in your pocket. You wish you had died there. You knew that he wished you had died too. You knew he was scared to meet you or so you liked to believed.

You knew that once you managed to get catch him, you would not let him leave without giving you any answers.

ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎⎯‎⎯‎⎯‎ㅤ ㅤ 🎟

"Why so silent, hm?"

Your throat felt as if it had closed when you saw him in your apartment, staring at the calendar.

"Missed me, angel?"

He chuckled, turning around. His cold, calculating eyes found your scared ones.

"Weren't you dying to meet me?" He asked, taking a step in your direction.

"I feel a bit— hm desired, knowing that the first thing my sweet girl thought of was searching for me instead of just letting her little brain rest a bit."

He laughed. "Most people would have taken the money and started a new life but here you are, still stuck. Typical." He said, offering a rather phoney smile.

"You expected me to move on?" You cry, feeling a sting in your throat.

"Oh please, save your tears." He said, his voice taking an irritated turn.

"Is this all a joke to you?! I trusted you— I trusted you so fucking much! You ruined my life!" You yelled.

"You agreed to play them. You called that number willingly."

"I was helpless and in need of money, you knew it! I had no idea of what I was getting into!" You yelled.

He didn't flinch, his face showed no emotion. As if her words had no effect on him. "Why do you still yearn for me, after all that happens, hm? I can see it in your fucking eyes." He spat out, taking a few long strides in your direction.

"You think I haven't been watching you?" He laughed hysterically. "Searching for me like your life depended on it..." He paused, tugging you closer as he pressed his forehead against yours. "So unaware of how I never left. "

His words irritated you. You hated how his words still had effect over you— after all that happened.

"You don't know anything." You whispered, your hands clenching into a tight fist and before you knew it, your hand was out to punch him, to take your frustration out.

"Ah, ah." In a sudden motion, he reaches out and grabs your wrist, his grip unyielding "Don't you think I deserve a better welcome?" He pouted.

"Let go, you bastard!" You yell and his hold around you tightens, enjoying your futile efforts futile struggle. "That stubborn spirit... it just makes me want to break you more." His voice drops dangerously low. "But don't worry, angel - I have ways of..." He pauses, staring into her eyes.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, his warm breath ghosting across your skin. "...ways of making you beg for more." His free hand trails down your side, maintaining the pressure that keeps you trapped.

"I wonder how long it'll take for you to accept this as your new reality... As your new normal." He smiles to himself, a cold, calculating smile, before leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss.

Before you could comprehend any of this properly, he was already making his way out of your apartment.

Leaving you once again, with just the warmth of his touch.

[bitchface24-7]

Bro holy fuck that JayVik Drabble was everything

Maybe you can do a fic where it’s JayVik x reader

(Plz be gender neutral, not fem reader ONLY 😭, male readers will love you istg)

and they aren’t public, like their relationship is still under wraps. But they fall asleep cuddled in the lab and Caitlyn and Vi come in for a hangout they were supposed to go to (like going to the lab to get the three and head off to their destination), and see the three cuddled up together, then teasing them with how cute they are after they wake up.

❤️

THANK GOD FOR JAYCE TALIS PT 2 - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: Jayce has finally put his foot down in regards to the council, allowing for a more doable schedule. He gets to continue his councillor duties, but he also gets to see his two partners on a more daily basis; AND he gets to help with researching and trialing Hextech. The only thing is you’ve kept your relationship under wraps, and you’ve completely forgotten a previous engagement that you all agreed to. Oopsies….

warnings: allusions to sex, getting caught cuddling, funny argument, pre-established relationships, all in all; this is a fluffy mess, again no beta LMAO

genre: m/m/f, m/m/m, and f/f (caitvi obvi)

p.s. You’re my first ever request in my inbox and I’ve damn near had my Tumblr for a decade, so this is quite special to me. I hope my writing lives up to your standards!! Xoxo (I do indeed continue fics if I get comments asking as well, I love when y’all love my writing 🥹🥹)

After some heavy encouragement, Jayce had headed to the council’s meeting room with his head held high and his steps even. He was making a fair request, a request that many of the councillors would not deny him.

Why would they? He’s their “golden boy” the “man of progress” he’s gonna milk their forced upon image to get what he wants.

And he does.

He’s able to still continue his councillor duties, but he’s not as restrained. He’s still able to be in the lab with two of the people he loves most (not including him mama, she’ll always have a reserved spot in his heart.)

The three of you are overjoyed at the progress made. It feels like the first day all over again; all those years ago. The three of you in the lab, researching, testing, joking around. It’s like a secluded heaven.

The one upside is the couch you all pooled money into getting. Now, you know you’ve done some… inappropriate things on that couch. You and Viktor. You and Jayce. You, Jayce, and Viktor. Viktor and Jayce.

But you heavily sanitize it afterwards! You’re not animals!

The one major upside is that the couch is a pull-out bed. Is the couch itself appealing to look at? Maybe to some, but the bright salmon kinda clashes with everything else in the lab but who cares? It’s there as a means of comfort to you and your two partners; not as something to be looked at and never used (as some Piltovian people do in their own houses. Like… what?)

So when the three of you have pulled another all nighter, now almost 72 hours of no sleep. You’re exhausted. You’re smelling colours and tasting sound. You can’t possibly leave in this state in a safe manner; so you three decide to set up the pull-out bed and take a nap before continuing to work. You three may have forgotten something very important.

The planned lunch you agreed to attend with Caitlyn and Vi. And they’re coming to get you now.

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Two sets of footsteps are heard reverberating in the academy’s halls. One is light, almost completely silent. While the other, is a bit heavier but quicker.

Caitlyn and Vi have been wanting to catch up with you three desperately. Jayce is like Caitlyn’s older brother, and one of Vi’s best friends. Vi feels like a part of home came with her in both you and Viktor, and Caitlyn loves the two of you. You’re both witty and sarcastic. The two of you are older figure Caitlyn can go to when she doesn’t want to deal with either of her parents or Jayce.

So imagine their surprise as they enter the lab, unlocked for once, and see the three of you cuddled up in a pull-out bed. Fitting together like a small puzzle.

Jayce is closest to the lab doors, his back facing them as he breathes deeply, an arm stretched out over your waist and a hand clasping at Viktor’s. You’re in the middle, on your back as one hand lays cross your stomach and the other in Viktor’s hair. Your head is tilted to rest upon Jayce’s chest. Viktor’s on the side closest to a window, his weaker leg is supported by a pillow as his other leg is bent, coming over one of your thighs.

You three look adorable.

Caitlyn and Vi can’t help but smile at the three of you, it isn’t until Caitlyn sees a mischievous look on Vi’s face does she realize what her girlfriend is about to do.

“Vi don’t—“

“WAKE UP SLEEPY HEADS!”

The three of you groan, Jayce jolts up and runs a hand over his face, you cover yourself in the blankets, and Viktor just grumbles, “What the fuck, man.”

It takes about a minute or two before the realization kicks in.

Oh.

Oh no.

You’ve been caught.

Jayce tries to sputter an excuse as you and Viktor just lay in bed silently, trying to pretend Caitlyn and Vi aren’t there. It’s isn’t until Caitlyn sighs do the two of you look at her.

“My brother… really?”

Jayce is stunned speechless as the two of you roar in laughter. His sputtering for an excuse has changed into an indignant whine, “Cait, you’re so mean to me.”

“Looks like you’re into that.”

“Vi!”

“What pretty boy, am I wrong?”

You wipe a tear from your eye, only to be sent into hysterics again by Viktor’s response, “She’s right.”

Caitlyn fake gags and dry heaves, “Oh my god, I did NOT need to know that!”

Vi just puts a fist out for Jayce to fist-bump, “Good on ya man.”

Jayce smiles and fist bumps her. You three really had no need to worry.

“So… was it the rugged look that did you in?”

“Vi!”

“What cupcake, I’m just asking a question!Jeez.” Vi says innocently, her hands raised in surrender.

“Kind of,” you start, as you finally sit up and try to get out of bed. Viktor’s leg stops you, “I mean I’ve always loved them, but the council keeping Jayce away for so long amplified it. The rugged looks did indeed help. But we’ve been together for…. Almost a year now.”

“Eleven months this upcoming August.” Viktor adds as he looks at the two of you lovingly.

The joyful atmosphere dulls a bit at that statement. Vi and Caitlyn look at each other, a bit hurt.

“You… you’ve been together for that long… and you weren’t going to tell us?” Caitlyn asks, her voice quiet and tense. At that, Jayce jumps out of bed and pulls Caitlyn into a big hug, messy shirt and pants be damned.

“Oh Sprout… we didn't mean to hurt you. Any of you,” he says as he glances towards Vi, “we were just nervous. We weren't sure how people would react.”

You and Viktor slowly get up to join the group, “And you know how the council is regarding Jayce…” you add hesitantly, Viktor puts a hand on your shoulder and says what you're all thinking.

“They’ve built Jayce up as a symbol. A desire to be, to have. They've made this nonsensical parasocial relationship regarding Jayce and the people of Piltover. We were just trying to be safe, we didn't want anyone breathing down our necks…” Viktor's hand tightens on your shoulder.

Vi snorts, “You’re right. That fucking sucks. And for you to play safe, from what I've heard… that's saying something.”

You laugh as Viktor rolls his eyes, Jayce pulls away from his hug from Caitlyn and puts his hands on her shoulders, “Ya think you can forgive us, Sprout?”

Caitlyn’s lips thin and she narrows her blue eyes at him, Jayce feels like gulping. The two of you know what she's doing.

She's getting her little sister revenge.

“Fine.” she complies and Jayce deflates like a balloon, and you two giggle at Jayce's dramatics.

“Please tell me you clean that couch, I've sat on it before.”

“Oh my Janna, Vi!”

“What?! It's a serious question!”

Jayce gives Vi a look, “We do indeed clean it, but next time we break it in, we may not. We may accidentally forget.”

Vi jokingly puts a hand on her chest in horror, “Why would you say that?!”

“Cause I want to see you squirm next time you come in here and sit on the damn thing.”

All of you burst out laughing, this couldn't have gone any better. “Our reservation is at three. So tidy up as best you can, you three probably haven't eaten all day.” Caitlyn orders.

You, Jayce, and Viktor look at one another before slowly nodding. Damn. She's got you, she's got you good.

“Shut up Caitlyn.”

“If you continue that attitude with me Jayce, I’ll make sure all the sweet milk goes to Viktor.”

You chuckle as Viktor states, “Keep the attitude up Jayce. That sweet milk is mine.”

“I've never got to try it! You keep drinking the glasses you make for me!”

“Sucks to be you.”

Jayce sputters and you just smile at the two ridiculous men you're in love with.

You can't wait to see what the years have in store for you three.

I saw your request as soon as I woke up and put this together asap. I hope you (and everyone else who reads this) enjoy this fluffy piece! If anyone else has any requests, my inbox is always open xoxo.

[dear-aubade]

Hello, i really like everything you write about Joel, i am so in love with him😭💕

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What if reader has been having some insecurities lately and Joel fcks her in front of a mirror, worshipping her and telling her how beautiful she is🎀💖

Here you go anon, hope you like it!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You start pulling away from Joel because you’re having doubts about yourself. Joel decides to do something about it.

Notes: smut, p in v, Joel pulls out, praise, body worship, reader has body dysmorphia, reader has insecurities, soft!Joel, dom!Joel, sub!reader, mirror sex

A/n: Yes, I put a Pride and Prejudice reference in there (iykyk 😘)

“Give yourself a compliment.”

The past few weeks, you had been having some…doubts, to say the least. Before, it had been just you and Joel fending for yourselves out in the woods, traveling West. Just you and Joel against the world.

Then you found Jackson.

Oh, what a haven it was. Even if Joel’s brother hadn’t been here, even if you knew nobody in town, you still would have convinced Joel to stay. They had hot water, heating, and goddamn coffee of all things? Yeah. You guys were sticking around.

Not only were you able to shower once a day, but your diet had also changed drastically. Instead of only eating a couple sticks of jerky and some crackers for dinner each day, you had the luxury of consuming steamed broccoli, roast pork, and such excellent boiled potatoes—it had been many years since you’d had such an exemplary vegetable. Now you always went to bed with a full belly.

The diet change was reflected in the way you looked. You could no longer see your ribs through your skin, and your thigh gap was gone. Your eyes looked less sunken, your cheekbones less protruding. Your hips were a little rounder, your tummy a little softer. And you knew that it was a good thing, that it meant you were getting over the malnourishment and becoming healthy again, that you were at a perfectly normal weight for your height—you knew that.

But a small part of your brain whispered otherwise. It didn’t matter if it was healthy or not, it didn’t matter if you had looked like a walking skeleton before, you were getting bigger. You started to wonder if it was getting harder for Joel to lift you during your activities in the bedroom. You started to wonder if he didn’t know what to do with each pound you gained, if he preferred you when you were smaller and lighter, even if you had only been skin and bones.

And so you started to pull away.

You still pleasured Joel, of course. You’d wake him up with your mouth on him, or kiss him while grinding on his bulge. But each time he tried to pull at your clothes to return the favor you’d shake your head and give him some lame excuse like I’m tired, or I promised Maria I’d go help her organize the inventory lists.

Eventually Joel had had enough. He sat you down and kept pushing and pushing, trying to know what was the matter. And oh…his callused hands cupping your face had been so gentle. His eyes had been so soft. You had confessed everything then and there through your tears.

Which brought you to now.

You were in the bathroom in just your bra and panties with Joel standing behind you, one hand gently lingering on the small of your back as you both faced the mirror.

“Give yourself a compliment,” Joel repeated.

Your brow creased and you shook your head. “I can’t,” you whispered.

Joel met your gaze in the mirror. “Come on, sweetheart. You—”

You shook your head again, tears blooming in your eyes.

Joel stood there for a few moments, his hand still stroking over the small of your back. Soon he spoke. “Well, I’ll start, then,” he said, his voice tender. “That alright with you, darlin’?”

He didn’t give you time to reply. He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed an achingly soft kiss to the back of it. “I love your hands,” he whispered. “Look at ‘em—so small, so soft. I like it when you use ‘em to run through my hair, or when I hold your hand as we walk through town.”

He moved his hand up to gently hold your chin. “And your face—my gorgeous girl. And those eyes… I love when you let me hold your cheek as I kiss those soft lips…”

Joel kissed the sensitive patch of skin beneath your jaw and your breath hitched. You could feel his smile against you as he moved down, kissing along your neck to your shoulder. His hands went to your hips and squeezed.

You hesitated, doubt filling you. “Joel—”

“Ah, I’m not done yet.” He kneaded at the softness on your hips and thighs. “Oh…I love this piece of you, honey…grabbin’ onto these hips every time I wanna tell everyone you’re mine, or when I’m drivin’ into you in the bedroom.”

Your breath caught at that, cheeks flushing the same color as the strawberries that Maria was starting to grow for the town.

Joel chuckled and before you knew it your bra was unhooked and tossed across the room, but that didn’t matter because the moment it was gone Joel’s hands were there. You gasped again as he started to gently squeeze, thumbs flicking over the peaks.

“And these,” he went on, voice dropping lower. “You’re so soft, babygirl, ‘specially these pretty tits. Just wanna kiss ‘em and bite ‘em all day every day.” He pinched one of your nipples and you whimpered. You could feel his bulge pressing into you from behind.

One of his hands stayed working on your breast as the other flattened and smoothed down the front of your torso. “And this pretty tummy…makes me so happy to see you like this, baby. Full of food every night. It means I’m doin’ my job providin’ for you.”

Joel’s relentless touching was really getting to you. You were damp between your legs by now surely.

“And here…” Joel slid his hand past the waistband of your panties and you whimpered as his fingers stroked along your wetness. He let out a breath that was nearly a groan. “I love feelin’ you here, sweetheart. Feelin’ you clench around me as you finish, gettin’ that hazy look in your eyes…”

He pushed two fingers into you and you whined, arching your back against him. “Joel—”

“Shh,” he whispered. He mouthed at your neck and curled his fingers to stroke along your front wall. “Look at you, darlin’.” When you were nice and ready, he retracted his fingers. You whimpered at the loss, but it soon turned into a gasp as he unzipped his pants and pushed his length into you.

You let out a soft moan and closed your eyes at the feeling. Oh…he was so big, so—

He nipped at your neck and your eyes flicked open with a gasp. “Eyes on yourself, pretty girl. Want you to see how gorgeous you are takin’ me.”

At that, hesitation won over arousal for a split second. “Joel, I don’t…”

He kissed the part of your neck he bit, his affection so tender it made your heart swell. “You trust me?”

You nodded.

“You can do this, baby. Watch. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You bit your lip, then nodded again.

Joel grinned. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Put your hands on the counter.”

You did as he asked. The white porcelain was cold against your palms, but one of Joel’s big hands came to rest atop one of yours. The other grabbed your hip.

Then he started to move.

You let out a moan as he dragged along your walls. It had been so long since you both had done this and he was filling you so well, making it hard to breath, hard to see, hard to think…

“Eyes open, baby.”

They had closed in your feeling of ecstasy and you hastily snapped them open. Sex with Joel was always erotic, but actually watching it happen in the mirror like this…

He reached down to thumb at your clit and you let out a soft whine. Joel chuckled. “Needy girl,” he murmured. He let out a groan into your neck. “So warm, darlin’.”

Joel thrust into you deeper and put a hand on your stomach. “Another thing I love,” he whispered, “is when I make it so you can feel me all the way up in this pretty tummy.”

You mewled at that. There was a white-hot fire in your lower belly and it ached and you didn’t know if you wanted the fans flamed or extinguished or—

“Look how pretty my babygirl looks when she’s takin’ me,” Joel murmured.

Your eyes were half-lidded in the mirror, breasts moving with every thrust up into you. There was a flush around your cheekbones and nose and your lips were softly parted as Joel took you.

“Mmm.”

“Oh?” Joel kept rubbing circles into your clit as your hips squirmed. “Was that an agreement, sweet girl?”

You hesitated. Your mind was too blissed out to think clearly. “I—“

“Does my pretty baby see how I see her now?” A particularly well-placed thrust from Joel had you keening. “How beautiful she is?”

You whined and rocked back against him. Something was building inside you, a tight coil right between your legs, and it was too hot, too hot, and you…you needed…

“Fall apart for me, sweetheart,” Joel breathed.

You did. You let out a high-pitched moan and your walls clenched around Joel’s length, causing him to grunt. Your head swam. Your vision fuzzed. You barely even registered Joel pulling out and his spend landing on the back of your thigh.

Your legs shook and you let out a pathetic whine. Joel was quick to scoop you into his arms. “I gotcha, babygirl,” he whispered, kissing your cheek as he carried you to the bedroom. “Gotta lay on your tummy so I can clean you up, yeah?”

You nodded and let him place you on the bed face down. Your entire body felt like it was melting.

Joel left for the bathroom and soon returned with a warm washcloth to gently wipe between your legs and at his spend on the back of your thigh. When he was done he took you into his arms.

Chest to chest, he smiled down at you and pushed hair back from your face. “Hi pretty girl.”

You smiled back. “Hi,” you whispered.

His thumb caressed your cheekbone for a moment. “I know your feelings about yourself aren’t going to disappear overnight and that’s okay, but…you think you can give yourself a compliment now?”

You blushed, then nodded. “I like it when you make my cheeks flush.” Your voice was small, shy.

“Yeah?” Joel’s eyes sparkled. “How come?”

“Because I think I…” You swallowed. “I think I look pretty like that.”

Joel grinned. “Yes you do, baby.” He held you close. “Yes…you most definitely do.”

[aventurineswife]

HEYY!! I just wanted to start off by saying i absolutely ADORE your work 🫶 also i have never requested before so i hope im doing this correctly lolol 😭

Could i please request a teen reader with parental figure! Aventurine?? I was thinking maybe the reader could be like Ratio's student but they don't like him all that much, so when they meet Aventurine they sorta cling to him instead. The reader follows him around, loves to give him hugs or presents, just very affectionate overal.

I feel like that'd be sooo cute. The whole Dad!Aventurine thing has been stuck in my head for days now.

Anyways, thank you!!

The Gambler’s Heart

Summary: Disillusioned by Ratio's cold, clinical demeanor, you find yourself drawn to Aventurine, one of the IPC's enigmatic Ten Stonehearts. Captivated by his charisma and warmth, you begin following him everywhere, showering him with affection, hugs, and small gifts. Though caught off guard at first, Aventurine grows into a reluctant yet protective parental figure, finding solace in the bond you share. As you help him confront his own vulnerabilities, Aventurine realizes that sometimes, the best gambles are the ones that involve the heart.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Teen!Reader, Parental Figure Aventurine, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Mentorship, Emotional Vulnerability, Protective Parental Figure.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma (Aventurine's backstory), Light angst (themes of self-worth and vulnerability), Mild language and references to intense emotions.

A/N: OMG THANK YOU!! 🤭💖 ALSO, DON'T WORRY YOU DID PERFECT FOR A FIRST REQ, AND I HONESTLY LOVED THIS AND I HOPE YOU TOO!!💕

The first time you met Aventurine, it was like stepping onto a stage where the lead actor suddenly took notice of you. He was magnetic, his voice weaving through the room with a charisma that demanded attention. But what caught you wasn’t his charm—it was the warmth in his gaze, a flicker of something genuine beneath the layers of practiced bravado.

Ratio had introduced you as his “protégé,” though you hated the label. Ratio was cold, clinical, and calculating in a way that left you feeling more like a pawn than a student. His mentorship, if you could call it that, felt transactional—like he was shaping you into a tool for his own ends. So when Aventurine strolled into the room, all flair and easy smiles, you latched onto him like he was a lifeline.

“Ah, Ratio’s ward,” Aventurine greeted, his eyes glinting with intrigue as he looked you over. “Tell me, do they teach you how to smile in his classroom, or is that considered extracurricular?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, surprised by his wit. Ratio scowled, but Aventurine only winked.

From that moment on, you decided you liked Aventurine far more than Ratio.

Weeks later, Your affection for Aventurine blossomed quickly, and to everyone’s surprise—his included—you made a habit of sticking to his side whenever he was around.

“Gambler, you’ve got a shadow,” Ratio remarked one afternoon, his tone clipped as he gestured at you trailing after Aventurine through the IPC’s marble-floored halls.

“I don’t mind,” Aventurine replied, grinning down at you as you walked beside him. “Every gambler needs a lucky charm, after all.”

You beamed at that, practically skipping to keep up with his long strides.

It wasn’t just his charisma or the way he made you laugh that drew you to him. Aventurine had a knack for making you feel seen. When Ratio barked orders or critiqued your every move, Aventurine would swoop in with a sly quip or a kind word, diffusing the tension with an ease that left you in awe.

You started bringing him small gifts—things that reminded you of him. A shiny card-shaped pendant you found at a market. A peacock feather pen. Once, you even baked him cookies, though they turned out slightly burnt. He ate them anyway, ruffling your hair as he said, “Risky move, kid. I like it.”

But your favorite moments were the hugs. You weren’t sure why you started hugging him—it just felt natural, like he was a safe harbor in a stormy sea. At first, Aventurine seemed caught off guard by your affection, his body stiffening slightly before he returned the gesture. Over time, though, he grew accustomed to it, even leaning into your embraces.

“You’re gonna spoil me, kid,” he teased one evening after you wrapped your arms around him in the middle of the crowded mess hall.

“Good,” you replied, grinning up at him. “You deserve it.”

At first, Aventurine wasn’t sure what to make of you. He’d never been anyone’s role model—not intentionally, anyway. His reputation as one of the Ten Stonehearts painted him as a man of ambition, not affection. But you… You were different.

He saw pieces of himself in you—the yearning for connection, the fear of failure lurking behind your determined eyes. It was in the way you hesitated before speaking up, as if bracing for criticism, and in the way your shoulders relaxed when he offered a kind word.

You reminded him of a younger version of himself, before the world had stripped him down and rebuilt him into something harder, sharper. Protecting you, in some small way, felt like protecting the part of himself he thought he’d lost.

It was late in the evening, the halls quiet as Aventurine worked in his office, poring over the latest reports from Penacony. He barely noticed when you slipped in, carrying a steaming cup of tea you’d made for him.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted without looking up. “Burn the midnight oil too often and you’ll end up with bags under your eyes like Ratio.”

You set the cup down beside him and leaned against his desk. “I wanted to check on you. You’ve been working a lot lately.”

He paused, finally meeting your gaze. There it was again—that unwavering concern you always showed him, as if you truly believed he was worth worrying about.

“I’m fine,” he said, but the words felt hollow even to him.

You frowned, crossing your arms. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. You always say I’m your lucky charm, but you’re mine too.”

Aventurine stared at you for a moment, the weight of your words settling over him. Slowly, he reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, his usual smirk softening into something more genuine.

“Thanks, kid,” he said quietly. “That means more than you know.”

That night, as Aventurine watched you doze off on the couch in his office, wrapped in a blanket(aka his coat) he’d draped over you, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time—a sense of peace. For all the gambles he’d taken in life, this one—letting you into his heart—felt like the best bet he’d ever made.

[vampstarkey]

  ·  ⁺  𝅄  ּInside the car // Rafe Cameron  ּ๋ ⭒ 

Synopsis: During a ride back to Rafe's house, he suggests an unexpected idea, fucking in the car.

♱𝅼 Warnings: car sex (obviously), cowgirl, neck sucking, titty sucking, unprotected sex & masturbation.

♱𝅼 Note: I didn't review this, I did it in the morning drinking my coffee lol, anyway I hope you like it. 😭

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— Rafe, we can't do this here, it's risky, someone might show up. — Your rational thoughts told you it wasn't a good idea, but your body responded differently.

— Come on, who's going to show up here in the middle of nowhere? — His hand rested on your leg, giving you a little caress.

The rain was falling heavily outside, Rafe had stopped the car in the middle of the road. It was late, the chances of anyone showing up were minimal. The car window was completely fogged up by the moisture from the rain, leaving a comfortable space.

— Besides, it's dangerous to drive in this rain. — He finished as he settled into the front seat.

— You're great at winning me over — You replied and then rolled your eyes at him.

That was enough for him to act. With one free hand, he touched your waist, giving it a firm squeeze.

— I think it would be better if you sat on my lap, kitten. — Rafe patted his lap a few times, indicating that you should come over to him and sit there.

Without delay, you did so. You got up from your seat and adjusted yourself on Rafe's lap. The blond's hands went up to your ass, caressing it through the tight dress that hugged your curvy body.

— Damn, I've been wanting to touch you like this since morning. — Rafe was a pervert when it came to you, anything you did had an instant effect on him.

— You pervert. — Your laughter continued in his car. Your arms went towards his shoulders, resting there.

Rafe's jeans were getting tighter and tighter, the fact that you were sitting on his lap only reinforced this even more. Being the naughty girl that you were, you soon began to move, rubbing your ass on his hard member.

— For someone who was thinking before, now it seems too comfortable. — Rafe bit his lip, feeling you grind on top of him. His eyes didn't leave you, he was hungry.

— This is because of you, you're the one who does this to me. — You replied, fighting him back. Your pussy was already getting soaked, feeling the hardness beneath you.

He continued to squeeze your ass, creating friction between his cock and your wet slit. He could feel your wet panties under your dress. Your dress was quickly lifted, giving him a view that left him bewildered. You were wearing black lingerie that hugged your body and enhanced your figure. The cleavage on your breasts was exaggeratedly large, the boy couldn't help but notice.

— It must be a sin to keep all this hidden. — The sentence came out in a playful tone. Rafe groped your breasts eagerly while still rubbing his cock against you over the thin fabric.

Unable to contain your excitement, you pulled his shirt up, revealing the sculptural body he had, it was your downfall, without a shadow of a doubt.

— Baby, I need you so much. — Your voice came out slurred and sly. Her words were filled with malice in the air.

Rafe took his fingers to the clasp of your bra, undoing it in a hurry, now touching them without anything to cover them. Without saying anything else, he brought his mouth to your breasts, sucking and playing with your hard nipples. He ran his tongue over the length of your areolas wildly as if he were hungry. Your body reacted to every touch, the sensation was delicious.

— So tell me what you want. — Rafe stopped sucking your soft breasts and looked at your face, waiting for you to ask him exactly what you wanted.

— I want you to fuck me in this car. — You asked with those beautiful Bambi eyes of yours.

— Oh, baby... I'll give you what you want. — Rafe unbuttoned the blue jeans he was wearing without thinking twice, the atmosphere between you was so hot that he didn't think to say "wait" even once.

The pants slid down his legs and were completely left aside. Rafe pulled down his underwear, revealing his hard cock, your eyes followed towards the thickness of his member, you quickly grabbed it and touched it.

— You like it when I hold your cock like this, huh? — Your pussy blinked seeing that huge cock, you were dying to sit on it.

— I love it, baby. Ride my cock like the whore you are. — Rafe's voice came out in an almost desperate tone, he was so hard he couldn't even take it anymore.

You pulled your panties to the side, but without taking them off and still holding his member, you rubbed the head on your slit. Shivers took over your body, you moaned rubbing your hot pussy against Rafe.

— Fuck, I can't take it anymore. — Without patience, Rafe ripped your panties, he was so needy that he just did it.

— Hey, I liked those panties — You replied.

— Shut up, I have money to buy as many as you want and if I want I'll rip them all. — He squeezed the soft flesh of your ass watching that vision that was his and only his.

Without any prior warning, Rafe stuck his cock inside you, you were so wet that he slid in easily without the slightest effort.

— Oh, fuuuuuck. — You grunted, but soon began to move on top of him. That cock was fucking you so good, you just did your job like a good girl ready to satisfy the guy who made you cum so good.

You leaned on the car window as you rode him. He was fucking your pussy walls so good. Your moans became louder every time your pussy went up and down with every inch that consumed you.

— Little slut. — Rafe moaned in your ear as he held your waist, helping you with the intense riding.

He turned his attention back to your breasts as you rode him, Rafe squeezing your nipples as he watched you bounce like a bitch. Your pussy swallowed him whole, Rafe just wanted to fill you up.

— Your cock feels so good, oh, shit. — You put on a show, going up and down faster and faster on him.

The rain fell outside as you fucked each other inside the car, it was a unique sensation, you would definitely experience it more often after that day.

— What if I put my cock in hard just like that? — Rafe moved his hips up, helping you with the movements.

— Yeah, please. — You closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure of consuming. Droplets ran down your leg as you fucked yourself on that big cock. Your legs started to tremble, you pumped a little.

— My baby is so sensitive. — He continued thrusting into you while squeezing you, keeping you erect on top of him. Rafe let out a loud groan, throwing his head back.

You were both getting closer and closer to reaching a delicious orgasm. He held your cheeks tightly as his cock fucked you deep.

— Put it hard, make me cum. — You begged.

You were all limp, trying to find some sustenance as you were mounted on top of him. Rafe licked your neck as he forced his cock up inside you.

— Want to cum? Good girl. — He slapped one of your breasts, laughing like a perverted bastard.

Your pussy burned with the speed at which he touched your insides. He hit your pleasure point right on top of you and kept hitting it over and over again. You felt like you were going to explode.

— Hot slut. — He continued his movements, now moving his fingers against your clit.

— Oh baby, don’t stop. — Your hand slid down the car window, melting in pleasure.

A strong orgasm hit you both at the same time, Rafe pressed you against his chest as he came undone inside you, feeling your heat against his body as you came together.

— Fuck, baby. — He said, stopping his movements. Rafe gasped briefly, feeling his body exhausted.

— I can’t believe we did this here. — You said as you pulled out of him.

Rafe couldn’t help but laugh at your comments, but seconds ago you were fucking.

— This won’t be the only time I’ll get you in my car.

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[chsvok]

heyyyooo

how do you feel about writing something for shoto??? maybe something fluffy like him noticing things without you saying (like noticing your uncomfortable and him doing something about it or buying you snacks from your fave brand)?? you don’t have to stick to these but yahhh 😭😭

i love ur writing a lot!! you style has me squealing lol

— KEEPING YOU WARM

pairing. pro hero! shoto x pro hero! fem reader

fluff!, shoto is an absolute gentleman, i absolutely love this request i hope this is to your liking and lived up to your expectations!! 💗

You loved patrolling, in contrast to what other heroes might say, to you patrolling was relaxing-to some extent of course. It definitely was not relaxing when there were villains in need to be caught.

However, there were those bone-chilling winter nights that made you absolutely hate patrolling to an incredible extent. Your winter hero costume that to others looked very warm, didn’t exactly do its job at keeping you warm.

Your breath fogged in the air as you sighed, your hands desperate going up and down your arms in search for warmth, any warmth. Your patrol partner—Shoto, who was walking one your side, glanced at you with his heterochromic eyes, completely unfazed by the weather. His hair was dusted with small bits of frost as snow came down on you both.

“You’re shivering.” He pointed out, his eyes staring at you softly.

You shook your head quickly, “I’m not, it’s fine.”

This was your first time ever patrolling—no less meeting the Pro Hero, you did not want to leave the impression on him that you could not handle the slightest bit of cold. However, he could see right through you by the way your teeth chattered as you replied back.

Shoto didn’t say anything back and swiftly unwrapped his his thick white scarf from around his neck. He stepped closer to you, “May I?” He asked innocently. You wanted to protest, decline, this was too embarrassing for you but your head moved on its own and you found yourself nodding.

He gently wrapped his scarf around your neck, the warm material quickly soothing your cold skin.

“Thank you.” You whispered, looking up at him mesmerized, God he was such a gentleman, you totally understood his fangirls now.

He met your gaze, eyes soft but filled with slight concern. “You were cold.” Those three words make your heart flutter, his attentiveness was so attractive. Your ears turned pink and you blushed as his hand made contact with your shoulder, he gave it a small pat before beginning to walk again.

You quickly followed after him, the faint smell of vanilla that hit your nose from his scarf making you slightly dizzy.

“What about you? Won’t you be cold?” Your voice was soft as you asked, nervous. The Pro Hero shrugged, a faint smile coating his lips. “I’m my own furnace.” He chuckled and raised his left hand as a small fire danced on his palm.

You laughed softly and nodded your head, your breath still visible in the air. “Good point.”

You both kept patrolling until your shifts ended. However in one swift motion turned to you, “If It is okay with you, I’d like to take you out for a warm cup of coffee the next time you are free. So you won’t be as cold.”

His words caught you off guard but you quickly nodded and grinned. “I’d really like that.”

He nodded and waved you goodbye as you both parted ways. Not only did you leave feeling warm instead of freezing cold, but you also left looking forward to a date with the handsome man.

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reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

[sugawhaaa]

☆[HAN ONE-SHOT]☆

🐾•{ four months and two weeks }•🐾

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, hybrid, breeding, mating, riding, no foreplay

Pairing:: sub!hamster!hybrid!Han x dom!fem!reader

A/N:: Gang this is so short I'm sorry. Also sorry my inspo and motivation is like nonexistent so I haven't been writing at all lately 😭

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Taglist:: @yukichan67 @kbunzzi2oa @annafeebou

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Han has always been your snuggle bug, always up for cuddling up in your warmth, because it's in his nature. Hamsters like to burrow and cuddle up in the bedding, so naturally, Han likes to burrow into your body, snuggling into your chest or your neck, and he likes to cuddle up against your body and in your bed sheets. It's gotten to a point where you don't have separate beds, you have separate rooms but he sleeps in your bed at night. It was something you became accustomed to quickly and you enjoyed it.

One night though you notice him tossing and turning a lot before bed and when you woke up in the morning you noticed that Han wasn't beside you like usual, nor was he in the room which was strange for him considering hamsters are so clingy, especially him. You quickly get up and search for him only to find him in his room, curled up on the little bean bag chair in his room, his nose and ears consistently twitching.

"Jisungie, are you okay?" You come over to him, squatting down beside him.

"I-I think I'm..." His face burns red as sweat drips down his nose and builds along his hairline. "In heat..." he swallows hard before meeting your eyes, his eyes frantically searching yours for something. Understanding? Concern? Hope? He suddenly felt his eyes watering, the overload of emotions and hormones breaking through. "This morning I woke next to you a-and I couldn't hold back..." He looks at you with guilty eyes and your heart shatters at the sincerity in his eyes. "I started..." His eyes jitter around your face again, searching for your reaction.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," You wrap your arms around his head and upper back. "I know how hard these times are for you, I should've known...has it already been five months since your last one?" You feel kind of bad for not being able to track his cycle better. Hamsters have a different breeding cycle that is a little more like humans. Instead of going through heat/ovulation every spring for weeks on end Hamsters go through heat every four to five months.

"Four months and two weeks so...yeah," He looks down at your chest quickly before blushing. "Can you...Help me? Like you always do?" Part of him felt guilty for always asking for some sex during heat but the other side of him craved you like a drug and he knew you didn't mind, if not enjoyed it, so he asked.

"Of course, wanna get back to bed?" You smile and he nods. He follows close behind you as you walk back to your bedroom. The two of you quickly toss off your nightwear and crawl into bed, Han beneath you. His heats are very different from many other hybrids, to Han it's not entirely about mating and breeding it's about the sexual release, so he doesn't mind being on top or bottom: Heat to Jisung is almost like being in a full body sub-space. He bites his lip as he watches you crawl on top of him, his ears flicking quickly in interest. "Want me to ride you?" You ask just to be sure and he nods.

"Please..." He looks up at you desperately. You then push him down gently by his chest, getting him to relax against the pillows.

"I'll take care of you, baby," You say as you slowly sink down on his cock. During heat, he's extra sensitive so you need to do everything slowly and cautiously. He lets out a choked whine before latching onto your body, holding your hips, and burying his face in your upper chest. He takes heavy, shaking breaths as he holds onto you. You slowly begin to grind on him and he lets out a whimper.

"Feels good," he whispers between choked moans. His hands creep up to your back, rubbing it comfortingly. "I love you so much, you're so good to me," he murmurs before leaning back, watching you as you ride him, a small grin spreading across his lips as you lift yourself a little and back down. "Yes," He moans as he throws his head back. "Please keep going," He whines even though he knows that you had no real reason to stop.

"I won't, don't worry baby," you kiss his forehead before resuming your bouncing motion on him. "Not until you've let out all this frustration," you tuck his silver hair back and he looks up at you with those doe eyes, twinkling with love and need. His ears tuck back as he looks up at you but as you continue to ride him his ears perk up again.

"Fuck you're so beautiful like this," Han moans before biting his lip, breathing heavily again. "You'll make such beautiful babies," he smirks softly, laughing at himself. "Sorry if that's weird it's just what I'm thinking," he whines before tossing his head back again. "I-I think I'm close," He warns as you feel his cock twitching inside you, nudging at that tender spot. "Oh please please please," his mouth begins to hang open as his brows furrow, his body now drawn forward from the overwhelming sensation. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" He cries out as his nails dig into your skin. "Gonna fill you up, make you mine baby," He lets out one last dirty remark before coming undone.

His body folds forward by instinct, wrapping his arms around your body as his cum warms you up from the inside out. "Oh baby," his lips quiver as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

"Shh, it's okay," you pat his head as the warmth envelops your body. He lets out little sobs from the overwhelming experience, his body trembling in your arms. He mumbles a bunch of incoherent lewd words as he nuzzles into your chest. "You did good baby," you stroke his hair back. Jisung can't help but smile as he cuddles into you, the rush of feel-good hormones taking over his body.

"I love you," he murmurs as his eyes flutter shut. "My mate,"

[dood-itsradical]

So I was rereading Jichang debut chaps I notice how they just started ambushing Daniel when they could've just straight up ask 😭

You watched from afar as the boy departed himself from Jichang. You walked towards your husband, greeting him with a soft smile to which he gladly return it upon seeing you.

"Who was that?" You asked.

"Just a lost boy from Seoul." He put it simply. Your mouth shaped an 'O'. "That's quite far. Is he visiting a family?"

He gave a short nod, pushing away the topic as he gestured to your hands.

"Oh, right. Your lunch, like always." He gratefully take the lunchbox from you. "Thank you. Don't overwork yourself. I'll be home soon." He pecked your forehead before you both part ways for now.

Now you didn't suspect anything suspicious going in the village. Until you came to visit your brothers-in-law to give them their usual meal. Curiosity got over you when you decided to eavesdrop their conversation.

The door swung open before you. "(Name) noona! What are you doing here?" Jibeom spoke sheepishly. His abrupt question gave it all away. You deliver their lunch almost all day. Meaning he wouldn't have question it. Meaning he's hiding something right now. Nonetheless you answer.

"Both of your lunches."

He smile brightly, scratching the back of his head, "Of course, of course. Thank you, you shouldn't have."

You pulled you hands back when he can reached. You both made eye contact.

"Something I should know about?"

Jibeom and Jihan exchanged looks. They know pushing you away would be useless. But spitting the tea to you would also mean a future beating from their elder brother.

After explaining to you, you sighed, "Why not just ask him? Ask him why he's looking for Captain Jinyeong Park. Maybe he's his relative, you never know. No need for you to waste your energy or send your guys after him." They hesitated and stay on guard, telling you how risky that is. If the boy turned out actually work for Charles Choi, he'll ask for backup then the village is doomed, yada yada.

And as predicted, they sent their goons after the boy. And sure enough, he brought backups. You were pushed aside while the men settled the issue.

After discovered the misunderstanding, you scold the brothers, "I told you so! You should've just ask. Now look at you all. Bruises and all wrapped up like mummies."

Jihan grumbled while you help him with the bandages, not without giving him a light smack on the head. "Ow..." He uttered for no reason.

"But we had fun! They are very good fighters." Jibeom chimed ecstatically. You only rolled your eyes.

Your turn to Hudson who's inside the snake-filled tub, "I apologised on their behalf. They can be reckless." The Ahsan's Sun dismissed your apology. "It's no big deal. We've handled worse. Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am."

You then went to Jay who's having trouble with the bandages, "Here, let me." The golden head smile with gratitude as he let you. "I hope your friend is alright. My husband mean no harm. He's just watching out for all of us." Jay nodded, taking no offense after clearing out the misunderstanding.

Meanwhile after Bakgu Noh revealed the truth, Jichang sit quietly with his thoughts, 'Shit, (Name) was right...'

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[dollettodraws]

The Hollowheads in the arcane art style!! (as always click for the better quality 🥲)

This was so much fun! I wanted to make portraits of my designs for the sticks for a while, and since arcane s2 came out I wanted to try em out in that style so I finally got around to it!

No symmetry tool because arcane’s art thrives on the imperfections

Small change specifically with Cho, he’s got red accents on his jacket now to match dark’s black ones- other than that they’re all the same as usual (aside from second’s necklace missing the purple)

Also random thing I noticed while painting these— vic’s tie is the same colour as mitsi’s dress jdjdjd so not ONLY did I unintentionally style his hair like hers but now also this 😭 THESE COINCIDENCES ARE JUST WORKING IN MY FAVOUR (unfortunately)

anyways hope y’all like em :) RGBY are next!!!

(ps, the colours of the bg were on purpose ;) )

[imaginesig]

Today, Tomorrow, Forever

SMAU with writing

Nicholas Hoult x Reader

Yn and Nicholas Hoult have known each other since their Skins days, but it wasn't love at first sight. How did they go from a one sides rivalry to dream marriage in 17 years?

Movie release dates/years have been edited for the sake of the story!

Idea sent by @ateliefloresdaprimavera

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nicholashoult 17 years ago made the worst mistake of my life, 11 years ago I had the best conversation ever, and 6 years ago I married the love of my life. I never imagined that one person could be the reason my world turns, but here she is. Happy anniversary my love 🤍

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aarontaylorjohnson happy anniversary!!

elliefanning best couple ever!!

hughgrant happy anniversary! I'm so happy to have met little you and watched as you've grown into an amazing man

scarlettjohansen beautiful!!

sebastianstan 6 years is no small accomplishment, I hope its a good ones guys!

mikebailey here from the start!!

joedempsie so happy for you guys, happy anniversary!

aprilpearson most beautiful bride ever!!

user1 they're the only couple ever

user2 stop the way he looks at her 😭🤭

user3 its the fact he still looks at her the same now as in that photo

user4 Nick putting Yn first in his own post is the most Nick thing he's ever done

user5 Yn is everything and he's just Ken

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N.H.

A laugh rang loud and clear across the busy set. My ears perked up at it and my eyes immediately rolled. There is only on person who has a laugh like that, a laugh that carries through the air with an annoying volume: Yn Ln. I glance towards the noise and notice a small gathering; April, Mitch, and Mike stand around with her laughing at something. Yn looks proud, so it must've been her joke.

"Oi! Nick come join us!" Mitch calls to me.

"I'm good mate, there's some lines I was hoping to review before we start filming again!" It was a lie. There were no lines, I reviewed everything exhaustively yesterday, a bunch of 'Michelle I'm sorry this' and 'Sid get laid' that. I just can't go over there. I can't imagine anything more dull than flocking around Yn and listen to whatever nonsense she spews into conversation.

"Alright we're going to pick up at scene 6. It's our last of the day so let's make it good!" Calls our director. We all fall into place, April by my side, and the others in a semicircle.

"After we're done for the day we should try that place for dinner," she says to Yn.

"Oh yes!" replies Yn with a cheery smiles. I can't help but scoff under my breath.

Y.L.

Across our fake circe, over the chatter of set I hear Nicholas scoff. It stung somewhere deep in my chest and tripped up my good mood.

I was over the moon to book this gig. Like almost every actor here, Skins was my start; from here I'd book more and more until I've reached the stars. My character was an awkward, ugly duckling but she was mine and I love her. This experience has been the best things thats happened to me ever; I've made so many great friends. There is only one problem: Nicholas Hoult. He's a phenomenal actor and a wonderful guy to everyone but me.

I can't recall what I've done over the past months to make him dislike me; at our first read throughs we were cordial and made wonderful small talk, but as filming progressed he distances himself and always has a noise or eye roll to accompany my words. The worst part was he's cute and seeing how hardworking he is around set doesn't help the school girl crush I have for him. And the nail on the coffin? He's a gentleman and so kind to everyone else, just not me. I'm a lucky girl, I suppose; you can't please everyone, so having 7/8 actors be my friends was fine by me. Plus his negatively was only ever a stumble in the road, not a ruin to my day.

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user1 he's so whipped, like Yn did not need to be mentioned for The Menu quote but she was

user2 no cause why did he go on longer about her and the Skins quote than any other line

user3 I'm crying why does he remember the entire Skins line off the top of his head

user4 get yourself a man that talks good about you even when you're not there

user5 the smile he had when talking about Yn makes me wanna cry

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2008

Y.L.

"Cheers!" A round of glasses clinking filled my ears. The core cast got together to celebrate the wrap of season 2 for Skins; we were currently tucked away in the back of some local restaurant in Bristol. I was sat at the end of the table, with Mitch on my right and Dev on my left; everyone was joking and sharing stories, it seemed every member at the table was holding at least 3 conversations. As Cassie would say, it was lovely. The warm lights reflected off of the wooden table and casted a gentle glow on everyone, including Nicholas at the other end of the table. We made eye contact as the table erupted into a roar at something Kaya said; I felt my cheeks burn with the stretch of my smile, but Nicholas's quickly turned from a bright laugh to a tight lipped smile. I rolled by eyes and chose to ignore him; I've let go any wish I had to understand his dislike of me.

I tore my eyes away from Nicholas's direction and looked around, my heart grew heavy. I am so glad we are all geared up to start new projects, but I'm so sad to see everyone separate. I hope we'd all be able to keep in touch. The conversations slowed down so I grabbed my almost empty glass and tapped on it, "Not to make this a cheesy movie moment, but I wanted to let you all know how grateful I am for Skins. Not only has this shown given us a jumping point, but its connected us all..."

N.H.

"...connected us all..." there she bloody goes, killing the mood with some dumb speech. Yn's words soon sounded like the parents from Charlie Brown. Yet, I looked forward to pretend to listen. This is the first time I've really looked at her out of character. I've gotten used to her brush out curls that would frizz out in the English humidity and the hideous fake glasses they'd put on her. All apart of the ugly duckling role she plays. Off set she looks fine, I wouldn't say anything special.

I look down and watch the condensation drip down my glass and onto the table; as the droplets raced I couldn't help but wish Yn was just a little funnier and more interesting.

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user2 I felt like I was interrupting something

user3 imagine having to be apart of the crew to film this

user4 Yn was way to excited there's no way Nicholas isn't getting slapped in bed at some point

user5 its the way he gave his answer away with the ask me off camera

user6 also Yn calling Nicholas instead of Nick when she asked 😭 girlie knows how to get what she wants

user7 they're both so possessive but polite

user8 I've never seen a celebrity be so comfortable and laugh (enjoyable not uncomfortable) at these, I love it

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N.H.

My bed felt softer and fluffier than a cloud when I flopped into in face first. It had been a long few months; Warm Bodies finished it wrap, I went straight into auditioning for new projects, and before I could blink I was swept up into press for the movie. I'm living the dream, but sometimes I just want everything to slow down.

My eyes just fluttered closed when my phone let out rapid buzzes, one at a time. I sighed in relief when it went silent, but was quickly disappointed when it started again. I rolled over to retrieve it from the bed beside me. Messages from the old skins group chat filled my lock screen; we made it after a meet up a couple years ago, but it was only ever active on someone's birthday, that was until today. The messages informed me that our old show was trending on twitter with fans pulling old photos, clips, and interviews from our time. I smiled and replied quickly before loading up the app for a quick trip down memory lane.

...

My room slowly grew darker as hours passed. Hours have passed as I went down the rabbit hole of Twitter reminiscing; at some point I ended up clicking on different links to interviews the cast has done. The current one was Yn answering a question that I can't remember. A pit formed in my stomach, she was beautiful inside and out. Every interview I saw her in, she had nothing but praises for everyone else and took every compliment with such humility. I was in awe of her answers, despite being formed on the spot came out with the poise of a well rehearsed speech. I made a horrible misjudgment.

"Whose do I most admire of the cast? I'd have to say Nick," the guilt in my chest grew, "he's so talented that you'd think he was a pure asshole if you only watch the show. We're not the closest, but I've seen from being around him he is an absolute sweetheart. That's what makes him admirable, his absolute kick ass work as Tony while being a fantastic cast mate."

I wished she was lying, but I can tell it's all genuine. I spent those years annoyed by her and mentally tearing down this girl, but she wasn't a girl. Yn was a poised young women who was down to Earth and spent her time raising people up. She was right we weren't close, because of me, but she still through so highly of me. I wanted to hit myself, she could've been an amazing friend and I was too dumb to let go of stupid stereotypes from a fictional show to see it.

I turned my phone off and rolled over. Tonight, I fell asleep with the beautiful sound of Yn laughing in my ears.

2024

Twitter--

2013

N.H.

It was warm inside the event hall; I was currently sitting at my assigned table at the EBA Awards. I was nominated for my role as R in Warm Bodies, but seeing as I wasn't a huge name I was at the beginning of the carpet. I looked around to see other people mingling to pass the time as everyone makes their way in, but no one stood out so I stayed seated. Somewhere in the distance I heard a loud laugh; it was eerily familiar and certainly beautiful but I couldn't seem to place it. I pulled out my phone someone stopped near the table causing me to look up.

A breath got stuck in my throat as Yn Ln stood in front of me looking like a picture of perfection,"hey Nicholas! I saw you and wanted to catch up..."

Instagram--

celeb_updates

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celeb_updates just days after the EBA Awards, former cast mates Yn Ln and Nicholas Hoult were seen on a supposed date! It's the first time they've been seen together/publicly interacted since the last Skins event they attended in 2008

tagged: no one

user1 omg the bad boy and good girl??

user2 we used to pray for days like these

user3 I'm thrilled with the idea of them just being friends much less ON A DATE

user4 OMG GUYS I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY! I was hoping we'd get some content with them both attending the EBAs!!

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2017

Marie Antoinette (directed by Sofia Coppola) Premiere

X-Men: Dark Pheonix (directed by Simon Kinberg) Premiere

Instagram--

ynln

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ynln secrets out 💍

tagged nicholashoult

nicholashoult I love you so much 🩵

ynln right back at ya 🩵

ajcook so excited!!

aprilpearson the scream I let out-- congrats guys!!

mitchhewer never saw it coming but you two work so well together!

user1 omg omg omg omg

user2 that first photo is giving total romcom vibes

user3 right?? I love the shot through the window

user4 part of me is so so excited, but another part just died because wdym Tony fell for C/N??

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2018

Instagram--

ynhoult

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ynhoult allow me to reintroduce myself...

tagged: nicholashoult

aarontaylorjohnson absolutely stunning bride!! Here's to a long, wonderful marriage

larrisaawilson party like no other! Many congrats

aprilpearson what a night!!! Love you both

user1 im actually crying

user2 ok my turn now...

user3 their personal cake is too cute

user4 the third picture 😭

user5 they're back in their skins party era

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nicholashoult

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nicholashoult today, tomorrow, forever

tagged: ynhoult

hughgrant Congratulations! I hope its a long and happy marriage

ellefanning beautiful ceremony and killer reception

mikebaily congrats mate!

user1 the polaroids of the guests are so cute

user2 between the two of them there were more famous actors as guests at their wedding than the oscars 😭

user3 I want a love like this

user4 they're so intimate its adorable

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[rindreamery]

hiiiiii. congrats on 300follwrs 🫶🫶🫶 about your event can i request karasu tabito, sweet, kiss on the lips, rivals to lovers if not taken^.^ xo

ORDER 9: READY TO GO !

karasu + sweet + kiss on the lips + rivals to lovers w.c. 1k+

note. this took forever and is lowk booty cheeks 😭 literally right when i gained motivation to write this, got hit with a fever and couldn't write for a few days, and then forgot the plot that i initially thought of for this fic. so here we are... many days later... but i tried my best !!

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group projects are, admittedly, the bane of your existence. 

but your professor loved to dish them out every chance they had, much to your dismay, under the pretense of “helping you form bonds with your peers.” though, it was always the same cycle; agree to work on the project on your own, piece together a slideshow or document using your individual work, turn it in, and hope for the best. in the end, your relationships with your peers remain the same, sometimes worse than before. not friends, simply classmates trying to survive the class, together or not. 

finding yourself stuck in, yet another, project, it takes everything in you to bite back a loud sigh. mentally, you’re throwing darts at a board with your professor standing in front of it. physically, you’re stuck in the library, late into the hours of the afternoon (when you could be taking a nap), endlessly researching about some topic that you, honestly, could care less about. 

but that, itself, isn’t the root of the issue.

writing a project about the effects of dopamine on love should not be complicated. well, at least, not more complicated than just pulling up research articles and getting a few quotes to meet your citation quotas. your issue, more or less, was with your assigned partner. him— karasu.

not that he was a bad person— no, quite the opposite, actually. he was perfect in a way that was so infuriating to you. anything you could do? he could do faster, more efficiently, and produce better results. he could put in half the effort and still come out with something that rivaled, or even topped, your work. that bothered you, and his nonchalance about it all only added to your growing frustrations.

group projects were the bane of your existence, and he was a close second.

even now, as he sits in front of you, doing nothing— he is frustrating. though, you can't explain why.

“if ya stop staring...” his voice slices right through your thoughts. he says it so casually, flipping through his notebook, ignoring the way your glare digs deep into his skin. “dopamine’s what makes people feel good, right?”

“yes,” comes your initial, curt, response. you can’t help the way your eye twitches at his tone, tracking his every move as he actively avoids looking back at you. his eyes are locked onto his notes in front of him, but you know better— he’s not actually reading them. “but it’s also a lot more complicated than that. dopamine affects a lot of things, like our reward systems and motivation. but if we’re talking strictly in the context of love, it’s what makes us feel that rush of excitement when we���re around someone we like.”

he hums at that, pretending to mull over your words. “got any personal experience?”

his question catches you off-guard, and for a second, you find yourself tripping over your words. “what— why do you care? you don’t need to know that.”

“no need to get all defensive.” he responds, once again in that casual tone of his, but mildly amused at the way you react to him. like he’s getting a kick out of making you flustered over his words. "i’m just thinking, to understand how dopamine affects how we see someone, we need to get some real-world data. like, experience it first-hand."

karasu finally looks up from his notes, and he raises a brow at you, anticipating your response.

you see right through him— a lie. this type of research project didn’t require personal understanding, rather, understanding gained from reading other sources. yet, oddly enough, you find yourself entertaining the idea. intrigued. “experience it first-hand? you want me to act as your lab rat or something?”

“well, ya are pretty much the perfect lab rat.” and your mouth opens to retort, but he flashes you a half-smile, that shuts you right up. though, teetering closer to that signature smirk of his. “because ya hate my guts. we can test to see if dopamine can make ya hate me less.”

you blink at him, blankly.

you're gauging for any sign that he’s messing with you, but he doesn’t backpedal on his words. rather, he sits there, chin propped in the palm of his hands as he waits for you to respond. (but it’s hard to, not when your mind is drawn to the way your heart stutters at his insinuation. an unexpected, and unwelcome, reaction from you.) "so, what? you’re suggesting we kiss or something?”

“ya said it, not me.” karasu shrugs, finally straightening his posture out and getting up from his chair. “purely for research purposes, of course.”

there’s another beat of silence as you wait for him to crack— to tell you that he’s simply messing with you. then, the two of you could go back to doing this cursed project, potentially finish it in one go, and never have to meet up ever again. but he doesn’t, and the silence draws into something more uncomfortable the longer it goes on. 

“wait, are you... are you being serious right now?” you asked, your eyes widening as you look at him in disbelief. 

“science is science,” is all he offers to you.

you could feel your face heat up, the warmth crawling from the base of your neck and up, and  you’re sure your cheeks are sporting a bright shade of red.  it takes a few seconds for you to gather yourself, not willing to back down, but in the end, all you can muster is, “fine— for science.”

his grin widens at that, and before you could second-guess your choice, he’s planting his hands on the table and leaning in. 

yet, despite his rough approach, the kiss is soft— tentative, almost. his lips are barely brushing against yours, and you could still feel his shallow breaths as he refuses to make that last push to connect the two of you. he's simply hovering over you, almost urging you to make that decision, giving you that choice to back out of it if you wanted to.

all you can focus on is the rapid beat of your heart in your ears, the warmth emanating off of his lips that are so close, yet so far from yours. the logical, karasu-hating part of you is yelling at you to pull away, to get it together. but you don’t.

you close the distance between the two of you, locking your lips in a shallow, but sweet, kiss. full of nerves, from the way your lips freeze up against one another, not knowing where to go from there. the confidence he held washes away in that fraction of a second; his elbows buckle underneath him, caught off-guard by the feeling of your lips, pulling the two of you apart.

it’s brief, barely considered a kiss, but your reaction to him is undeniable. the way your heart pumps just a little harder, the tiny, electric sparks coursing through your veins, or the way you found yourself chasing after his lips as he pulled away.

the two of you stay silent, but you find that he's grinning at you— differently, this time. in a way you can't quite explain.

"hate me any less now?"

© rindreamery, 2025

[shiftlalou]

HEYYY, i was wondering, do you have like a funny memory/storytime from you pjsk dr to talk about? Just cuz i’m curious and it gives me motivation ( ^ω^ )

i’m not that kinda person that likes to yap about their or but i do have some impersonal ones !

since us, MORE MORE JUMP!, are idols, we had some kind of photo shoot. While trying to find the perfect pose Minori nearly caused a disaster in the studio. in fact it’s not even funny i actually felt sorry for her (it’s always Minori istg)

when I was cleaning Rui's room late at night (IM ALLOWED TO. PRIVACY RESPECTED) I read some kind of a fairy tale on a piece of paper. I was very sleepy and so I threw it away. When I was just about to go back to the room, I remembered who my brother is and that it could be a script for their upcoming show. I panicked and tried to retype the script from memory. But of course I couldn't do it exactly. Rui noticed this but it turned out that he had a copy. Like a weight off my soul. But it was still really awkward 😭

while taking an evening stroll, I encountered a child who caught my attention. His mother kindly let me approach but as I got closer I sneezed cuz I was sick. I ONLY FUCKING SNEEZED. VERY. LOUDLY. The sudden noise startled the child and he burst into tears. I was so EMBARRASSED that I ended up staying home for the next three days

I'm An's friend so I heard about Nagi's death from her. and I suck at supporting so I said something like "at least you hoped she'd come back". she looked at me like "😐🙂". I just know she hated me at that moment oml

a whole post about lala embarrassing herself !💜

“just script out you get in awkward situations-” NO.

[anniebeckcalla]

Hello! I've been obsessed with the "cute aggression" moments people have with their pets but I found one where it's done by a gf to her bf and I immediately thought of jeno or jisung. Can you please do something like that BUT to add a little bit of a plot to make the male a little mad at the mc and she just starts to squish his cheeks and kiss all over him cuz he looks so adorable in that moment (could be jeno or jisung, idrc since I cannot choose between them😭)

hello! this is such a lovely request!

here's what I've done. I hope that you enjoy it.

priorities [jisung x reader]

wc:753. style: third person, non-idol au. cw: fluff, slight ooc?? yn wears lipstick

You smiled to yourself as you tiptoed through the apartment, quiet and dark after a long day of being at work. Normally, you would have turned the lights and stove on to make dinner, but tonight, you had only one place to be- the bedroom.

You opened the door as gently as possible, not wanting to make too much noise. You switched on the overhead light, wincing as the room was filled with a soft glow. The reason for your heed was slightly your fault…it had resulted in Jisung being invalid in bed for the whole day.

You giggled when you saw the top of his blonde hair upon the pillow, the rest of him confined underneath the thick duvet. You had suffered a cold last week, and being the man he was, Jisung had been there for you and helped you to a speedy recovery. However, he had taken the worst of the bacteria. Since last night, he had lain in bed with a fever, sore throat, and shivering limbs. You hadn't bothered to ask for the day off to look after him (your manager wouldn't have wanted to hear it) and so you had left him alone for a long while today, creeping out of the house at dawn before he made you change your mind.

You peeled open the covers and held back a squeal at how adorable Jisung looked. He was curled up in a ball, blonde hair hiding his eyes, cheeks pink from fever. You wanted to scoop him up and keep him all to yourself. “Jisung?” you whispered. “I'm here. It's alright." Jisung jolted from his derelium before stretching in a way that reminded you of a deer foal. “I feel like death,” he croaked. “I'm sorry,” you said, stroking his fringe out of his eyes. “At least I'm here now.”

Jisung suddenly seemed to realise that you were there. He sat up (due to his condition, he looked rather slouched) and crossed his arms. He turned his head away, refusing to look at you. “You abandoned me,” he scowled. “I've had a horrible day, and you abandoned me.” You shrugged. “I didn't have a choice, did I? I had to go to work!” Jisung huffed, still refusing to look at you. “So you like your manager more than me?” You laughed. As intimidating as he was trying to be, Jisung was the personification of a stuffed animal. “Of course not, darling. I tried to get home as soon as possible.” Jisung finally turned his gaze towards you. He was frowning at you, but his hair softened any intimidation that he could have radiated.

“I used all my last bit of strength to reach to my phone to call you,” he said, his voice dipping in and out with hoarseness, “but guess what? It was out of charge.” He looked down at a patch on the duvet, obviously feeling very sorry for himself. “I felt really sad. And I missed you. And you never came home.” He looked so small and sad with his crossed arms and fluffy blonde hair and rosy cheeks that you couldn't help yourself from attacking him. Without warning, despite your work clothes, you seized him, taking his face in yours and peppering it with a thousand kisses. “I'm never going to leave you ever again,” you said in between pecks. “I'm going to stay right here with you until you feel better.”

“Get off!” Jisung said half-heartedly, pretending to hate the attack. When you eventually pulled away, his face was adorned with your lipstick prints. “Sorry,” you said, leaning over to wipe it off, but Jisung held up his hand. “No, it's alright. I don't mind.” You shrugged off your coat. “Does that mean I'm forgiven now?” Jisung rolled his eyes. “I don't know. You're the one who gave me this cold in the first place.” You smiled to yourself. He was trying to keep his guard up, but he could never be mad at you for long. “I'm going to shower real quick,” you announced. As you walked away, Jisung grabbed your hand with surprising force. “Don't leave me again,” he whispered. “Just stay here with me. I promise I'm not mad anymore.”

“Oh, alright,” you sighed (secretly happy, of course), sinking into bed with him. You stroked his hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in the nook of your neck. The manager could wait. You weren't going to leave Jisung in distress ever again.

[thanks for the ask anon!]

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