#YOU SAID YOU LOVE CHRISTMAS?? I LOVE CHRISTMAS
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marsdql · 2 days ago
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laced up baby — s.jy﹙심재윤﹚
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snyopsis ៸ you try to tie your boyfriend's hands and tease him, but you forget to tie the last loop of the ribbon—resulting in him figuring out how to untie it himself. -> masterlist
genre ៸ smut, pwp, fluff at the end ┊ wordcount ៸ 2,2k content warning ៸ sexually explicit content, teasing, corruption!kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, a little degration, needy!jake, needy!reader, bruising(from ribbons), fingering, oral (f.), praise!kink, overstimulation, begging, aftercare ┊ not proofread ៸ ┊
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“Baby!” You screamed as you closed the door behind you—your other hand holding a bag full of goodies you just bought.
You jumped on Jake, your boyfriend who was sitting on the edge of the bed, as soon as you entered your shared bedroom and gave him a warm embrace. "Hey sweetie, mhh—what did you get from the mall, love?" He asked, his eyes on the bag you put on your vanity as he nuzzled into your neck.
“Oh you knowww… it’s a surprise! Close your eyes, okay?” You responded, leaving his lap to go get the bag while he closed his eyes and giggled—not knowing what he just got pulled into…
You positioned yourself behind him, swiftly took a velvet ribbon rope from the bag, sliced it with your teeth, and drew his arms toward you, putting them behind his back. That’s when he realized, his facial expression turning into a curious look. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He inquired, to which you responded with the laughs you have been trying to conceal.
He opened his eyes when he realized you weren’t going to respond to him, and tipped his head behind him to see what you were doing. That’s where his eyes met the thick red ribbon getting attached to both his hands. It’s past Christmas and you already have him as the best gift, so what was the occasion?
“y/n… who taught you this? Ain’t no way, get this off me—shit.” He said as you finished your last knot. “You always get control, now look how the tables have turned!” You added a tiny pout to your lips as you spoke, but your eyes were full of thoughts. You abruptly shifted positions and landed back on his lap, causing him to groan a little at your forceful plop.
"fuck I actually cant get out of them. How long have you been watching stuff on this..." he said as he tried to get his hands out of the knot you created. "I let you go out and spoil yourself and this is what you buy?"
You started trailling your hand all over his chest, slowly going lower, teasing him as you slowly grinded on him, making him grunt in pain, the heat in his pants slowly getting bigger. He tried getting out again, failling horribly. "Fuck y/n..get me out" you shook your head, placing your lips on his to shut him up but quickly pulling away before he could deepen it.
You switched to his neck—his sensitive spot, placing hickeys all over and getting all the way to his collarbone. Jake started breathing heavily, muttering incoherent words. As you were about to go lower, placing your hands on his shaft through his sweatpants, he begged, "no, baby, please—fuck... dont go lower." He never listened to you when he would tease you, you're not going to stop so easily.
you squeezed him a little, your mouth watering but not wanting to give in just yet, you started rubbing it, at an extremely slow pace, making him whimper. "Stop playing with me, use your mouth.." he managed to get out. "no.. not yet." "fuck!—you mean not yet." "beg for it.." "Im not going to beg y/n—what has gotten into to you." his wrists are burning by now from the amount of friction that he made when attempting to break out of it. "Im not doing anything until you beg, jakey.."
He paused for a bit, then quickly bucked his hips towards you, trying to feel something, he was desperate. You quickly removed your hand, not wanting him to get anything. Then suddenly, he spoke. "You want me to beg?" you nodded. "Yeah? You're not gona' give me anything if i dont? Just wanna keep teasing me?" You nodded again. "uhuh? Is that true.. Nothing i can do about it right? Im tied up.. you can do whatever you want to me right?" Repeatedly, you nodded.
"Hey, guess what." he said, "what?" you replied, confused at his actions and his sudden change of mood, his words becoming bolder. He leaned his body closer to you, his voice deep and low, slowly whispering, "You forgot something, this little loop—this little loop at the end, you forgot to tie it under." making your eyes widened as he removed the ribbons off his wrists, showing it to you.
He quickly took you buy your hair, yanking you onto the bed, making you moan. "You still want me to beg?" Hm? You still want me to fucking beg?" he grunt, flipping you onto your stomach, "give me your fucking wrists, this is how you tie a knot." He used the ribbon that was previously on him, tying it way tighter than you and—the right way.
"Hm? Whats wrong, youre so quiet now baby.. You couldve just asked me how to do it, but instead you wanted to be a brat and do your own thing." It took him a couple minutes to digure out howto undo your knot, now youre stuck in this situation—after wanting him to beg for you—you’re the one tied up now—and this time, you actually cant get out, poor girl.
"You kiss me on my neck, my chest, teasing me and touching me whenever you want, hm? you wouldnt want me to do that to you, right, baby?" you shook your head against the bed, not having enough strength to put your head up.
He took you by the hair "when I speak to you, you answer, slut." he didnt even do anhything yet, yet you were at lost for words, a moaning mess. "r-right, jak—hmph.." "Goodgirl.. see? was that so hard? Lift your chin up for me, com’ere pretty girl"
He slowly gave you sloppy kisses. Way longer and deeper kisses compared to the ones you were giving and teasing him with. You hungrily kissed him back, then pulled away—gasping for air. He leaned to your ear again, uttering something now, "you dont deserve it."
"jakey... please..." you whined. "Please what, baby? Use your words, you can do it." he smirked, knowing exactly what you wanted, but hes not sim jaeyun if he doesnt tease. "Want you.." "Where do you want me? I cant understand you, clarify baby.." he said, enjoying the moment. You were too needy to respond, attempting to push yourself on his fingers to get some friction but he quickly pulled away—repeating exaclty what you did minutes before.
you whined louder, "jaake.. please.. need your fingers.." hesitating wether you should be clearer or not, "in me.." "in my pussy.." arching your back even further, hoping to have satisfied your boyfriend enough for him to fulfil your request. And to your surprise, he listened to you, making your body jolt from his cold touch.
He slowly slid your skirt off, not wanting it to get in the way and pushing two fingers in one go. He hasnt going too slow, he was going too fast, making you get to your limit faster than usual. "H-hah.. J...aakkeeyy..mmhhhh" "What is it baby, hm? You wanted me didnt you? You're getting it however I give it to you" He said, looking at your fucked out expression, already shutting your eyes close.
"J-jake... Im clooose... please..please!" As soon as those words came out of your mouth, he removed his fingers, quickly bringing them to your mouth, shutting you before you could whine about him not letting you cum. Though, he still saw the stare you gave him. "Have you forgotten what you did to me? I cant be all that nice to you, yet."
He effortlessly turned you over, changing positions—making you sit on his lap again. He enjoyed teasing you—but he himself couldn’t wait to be inside of you, so he gave up—not giving you any warning about him sliding himself into you.
“A-aah…” you moaned. Jake usually lets you adjust to his size before putting it all in, but this time—he didn’t even give you a second. He leaned back, watching you squirm around his dick at the uncomfortable feeling. “Go on, you wanted me so bad, no? Use me baby.”
You’re entire body was heating up, too hot to bouce up and down—you lazily but greedily grinded against his dick, your hands stuck in his chest. “Comon sweetheart, is that all you’ve got? I know you can do better..” he murmured, his eyes stuck on your face—your lips turning dark pink from your agressive lip biting due to the pleasure.
He stared at your tank top—thinking, ‘this is really getting in the way’ before ripping the fabric off of you. “Jake… I can’t anymore..” you fussed, “please…” he held your waist tightly, “you need my help? Hm? You think you deserve it after everything? Think you’ve been a good girl?” He asked you, a smirk planted across his face, he knew you were too out of it—you’d beg in an instant. And that, is exactly what you did.
“Y-yes jakey… I’ve been a goodgirl—hic—just for you..” he quickly tightened his grip on your waist, fixing his posture to at last—help you. “Yes you a—fuck—are..my cutest girl..” he said inbetween hard thrusts, quickly finding you g-spot—making your jaw drop, slowly reforming into an ‘o’ shape.
“J-ja..jake..jakey..jake!” You screamed, “I know baby, I know” he coo’s, watching you grip his knees since it’s the only thing you hands can reach—trying to hold on for dear life. You were close, so close already. “nnnghh.. Jake please” as tears started forming in your eyes, hoping he doesn’t stop like last time.
“Let out, it’s okay let it out all on me” he reassured you, going deeper to help you reach your high. “My laced up baby” he says, making you cum right then and there.
“Dirty girl, that turns you on? Being my tied up doll.” He teased, “just a little more, hm? You’ll let me cum in you right? You wanna’ get filled up don’t you baby?” You quickly nodded at his words, feeling extremely overstimulated and exhausted. As he got closer, “fuck-fuck-fuck, that’s it baby stay still for me” he groaned, his hips rutting into you harder.
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The ropes slipped away, leaving your wrists free, and Jake immediately noticed the faint bruises dotting your skin. He tilted his head, a soft, mischievous smirk forming on his lips.
“You’re all bruised up,” he murmured, running his fingers over the tender marks. “Awh, so cute. I love how you wear me on your skin.”
You rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “It’s not that cute. It hurts a little...”
At that, his teasing demeanor shifted, his touch becoming softer. “Awh, baby,” he said, his voice full of mock-pity, though the way he leaned in to kiss the bruises was nothing but sincere. His lips pressed gently against the tender spots, lingering as if his kiss alone could soothe the ache.
“You know I like seeing you like this,” he said quietly, looking up at you. “But I’ll take care of it. Always.”
He grabbed a soothing balm from the bedside table, warming it between his hands before carefully massaging it into your bruises. His touch was gentle, methodical, and as the ache started to fade, you found yourself relaxing completely under his care.
“You’re too good at this,” you mumbled, your voice growing softer.
Jake smirked, finishing with a kiss to each wrist. “Of course I am,” he said, leaning back to take in your sleepy expression. “you sleepy, love?”
You nodded, your body feeling heavy with exhaustion.
“Wait here,” he said, standing to grab your favorite pajamas from the dresser. He unfolded them with care, then turned back to you, his voice taking on a softer tone. “Let’s get you dressed.”
You lifted your arms as he slid the pajama top over your head, guiding your hands through the sleeves with practiced ease. His fingers brushed against your skin as he adjusted the fabric, making sure it was comfortable before moving to your bottoms.
“Step in for me,” he said gently, holding them out for you. Once you did, he tugged them up snugly, smoothing them into place with a quiet hum of satisfaction.
“There we go,” Jake said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “All comfy.”
As he helped you settle into bed, he reached for the water bottle on the nightstand. “Drink,” he said, holding it to your lips. “You’re not sleeping until I know you’re hydrated.”
You gave him a tired glare but drank anyway, knowing better than to argue. Once you’d had enough, he set the bottle down and climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms.
“Good girl,” he murmured, tucking the blanket around you. His hand smoothed over your back as he pressed a kiss to your hair. “Now sleep. I’ve got you.”
Wrapped in his warmth, you let the comfort of his care pull you into rest, feeling completely safe in his arms.
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astudyinimagination · 11 hours ago
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You know what, don't just leave that there. Maybe, instead acting in deliberate bad faith, link the article: https://www.avclub.com/steven-moffat-condemns-ai
Heck, actually, I'm a bit miffed at the AV Club because the half of the subhead is not properly attributed. So I'm just gonna copy-paste the whole thing here because it's short. But before I do that, I'm going to say that, as an actual fangirl of Moffat, I forever have to contend with two things: 1. That he always does a lot of verbal vomit when he gives interviews. To be fair, I'm not sure that I would do that much better in his shoes. 2. That he has a certain sardonic wit that has always translated very poorly in written interviews, wherein writers almost never bother to try to convey his tone. He comes across much better when you can actually hear him speak, and in full context (something that's also rare in written interviews).
Full text of the article below (which includes a link to the origin of the interview, the Radio Times), with commentary from me:
Don’t worry, Whovians—it seems like the Doctor isn’t about to regenerate into a bastardized AI version of himself any time soon. Doctor Who writers Steven Moffat and Russell T Davies recently took on the topic of generative AI in a conversation with Radio Times, and while the former acknowledged that the technology is “fascinating,” he also derided it in the most “Doctor Who writer” verbiage possible. “My son explained it to me. He said, ‘Yes, it can do all these things. It might even get quite good at them. But it takes an immense amount of power to run AI.’ Whereas you can run a human being on sunlight and a vegetable patch,” Moffat said. [See, the first half of the subhead, or article subtitle, is Moffat's son speaking, but the subhead doesn't acknowledge that, which is extremely shoddy journalism on their part.] “Human beings are amazingly cheap, we’re knocking out human beings every day.” Definitely spoken like someone who spends his days writing about anything but. [Definitely spoken like someone with a very sardonic sense of humor, which apparently this writer can't grasp. By the way, the commentary in the article means that it's editorial rather than news, in case you were wondering.]
Still, Moffat does know his human patterns. “Unlike anything else in history, the more we use it, the less good it is,” he continued. “Because the more content that is out there produced by AI, the more it absorbs its own content, and eats its own tail.”
That’s a very astute—and upsetting—prediction, but Moffat and Davies aren’t all doom and gloom. After Davies got a quip in about how “television has run on those principals (absorbing its own content) for a very long time,” Moffat continued: “That’s true, but we occasionally have a new idea. I admit, it doesn’t happen very often, certainly not in my case, but occasionally I have a new idea. But [AI] will never have a new idea. That’s not what it does.”
Davies, for one, doesn’t think the two of them will be replaced any time soon. He’s also far more optimistic about the state of television than some recent reports suggest he maybe should be. The overall number of shows on the air may be steadily decreasing, but the showrunner thinks “the rate of new ideas on television is higher than we ever allow for.” “We always tend to think that things bumble along at a very average level, and the great outliers are here and there,” he continued. “And every month, or every two months—actually, every day, I could find you something brilliant on TV.” [I love his positivity here; it's very Doctorish.]
Hopefully, Doctor Who‘s upcoming Christmas special, titled “Joy To The World,” will be one of those brilliant things. The episode will feature Nicola Coughlan and see the Doctor (Ncuti Gatwa) check into a “time hotel” that allows him to visit every Christmas Day in history. You can watch that adventure on our present Christmas Day, even if you can’t travel back in time.
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I’m just going to leave this here
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iichfilwypj · 2 days ago
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lover | percy jackson
ღ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ღ warnings: percy is completely whipped here! maybe he's not very accurate or himself but im a slut for romantic shit yk ღ wc: 1.658 sorry loves dreamy girls masterlist!
After years, New Year's Eve was finally different.
She'd expected the usual—warmth at camp, chatting with the campers—but Percy invited her to spend the week with his family instead.
And Sally’s letter and Estelle’s drawing made it impossible to refuse.
Percy had planned every detail perfectly. His mom made her favorite dish, Estelle eagerly talked about seeing “The Sleeping Princess” again, and Percy patiently explained the day’s events to his family. 
Because, of course, he had something else up his sleeve.
One last surprise.
Just before midnight, Percy sat beside her as Estelle slept in her lap. The adult's conversation around them faded, and she absentmindedly stroked the little girl’s back to keep herself awake.
When she felt Percy nearby, she looked up to find him brushing a strand of hair from her face. A warm smile appeared as their eyes met.
“She’s so lovely,” she murmured.
“Mm-hmm,” Percy replied, leaning against her. “Does she look like me?”
“Just a bit more adorable.” They shared a quiet laugh.
Then Percy, his voice trembling slightly, said, “Hey, dreamy. Wanna get out of here?” His eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nerves.
She chuckled, unsure if he was serious. It reminded her of a movie they had watched together, where the guy said the same line to  take the girl out of the party and lead her to something more fun.
But before she could protest, he gently lifted Estelle from her lap and took her hand, leading her toward the door.
“Wait, it’s almost midnight—”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes but—”
“Awesome! Mom, we’re leaving!”
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If the the living room was beautifully decorated, the terrace was out of this world.
Percy was relieved that no one had claimed her for their celebrations. The lights lit up the place, contrasting with the soft snow falling gently on the city, transforming everything below into a sea of calm and white.
In one corner, a big blanket rested on the floor, surrounded by scattered cushion. It was small perfect escape.
The cool night air couldn’t reach the warm stillness of it, where the candles burned like magic and the sheets hanging above shielded everything from the real world.
Stunned, she observed Percy walk toward the corner, unaware of the trembling in his legs, his shallow breaths, or the tears that threatened to escape his eyes.
Not because of the cold, but because of the weight of emotions—fear, excitement, all tangled.
The old record player, silent until then, sprang to life with a gentle crackle, the music flowing through the place like a whisper of a forgotten memory.
She couldn’t help but smile, feeling reassured by its familiarity.
The melody sank deep into both their hearts on that terrace, softening them just a bit more. Their eyes locked, his green ones asking—or perhaps pleading—for her to come closer, be near him. 
And she did, it was everything she wanted.
They both found their place on the blanket, cozy in each other's warmth. Their legs were tangled like roots, something unbreakable against the world beneath them, which began to roar with the arrival of a new year, a fresh start.
We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January
“This is lovely,” The daughter of Hypnos rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as the weight of his hand on her back filled her with calm. She couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to his skin. “Did you make this?”
This is our place, we make the rules
“Yes. I know this is your first holiday away from camp in a long time, I wanted it to be unforgettable.” He whispered, burying his face into the girl's hair.
And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear
He heard her nervous laugh and couldn’t help but ask. “What?”
Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?
“Why?” she admitted, letting the question escape. She didn’t want to make herself a victim, but she was overwhelmed by all this kindness. “Why so much effort?”
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And he just stared at her. He observed her, took in every part of her.
He studied her face, her expression, her soul. He saw the surprise in her slightly raised eyebrows, the gratitude in the small smile on her lips, the doubt and fear in the way her nose scrunched.
He saw it all.
And ah, take me out, and take me home
And he risked it all.
You're my, my, my, my
“I mean, it's beautiful, and no one's ever done this for me, but—”
Lover.
“I love you.” 
It came out so naturally, so quietly, but with an intensity that made her chest tighten. The world seemed to hold its breath. 
She stared at him, wide-eyed, her mind a blur of thoughts. The snow around them fell heavier now, and as the music swirled, it was his words that rang out loudest.
“I—” She couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to tell him everything she felt. Her mind raced, emotions tangled in a knot she couldn’t untangle.
But he already knew.
A tender smile appeared, and his eyes stayed on hers. The heat of his hand on her back seeped into her cold, flushed face as he watched the tears threatening to fall.
And while he hated seeing her tears, the way her hands gripped desperately his arm made him wish he could cry alongside her.
“I love you,” he repeated. “It's the only thing I can do when I'm near you. And even when I'm not, I find you in everything. In the music I listen, in the words I speak, in what I do. In what I think—for Aphrodite, you live in my mind.”
“Percy—” she breathed, her voice unsteady as she reached for his hand.
“Please, just let me finish,” he murmured, his voice trembling under the weight of his words.
When she nodded, he drew in a deep breath and carried on.
“No one, not a single person, had ever reached my heart. Close? Yes, but you—the moment I saw you, you took it. You took everything I had.”
His girl let out a broken sob, unable to stop as the tears streamed down in torrents, and his gentle hands caught them. His own tears fell, cold and frozen in that moment.
The bells marking the year's final minute started to chime, but they felt like a distant echo, blending with the rhythm of their heartbeat.
Yet, he pressed on.
“And I don’t want it back. Never. It’s yours. Yes, everything is yours. Because—” he interlaced their fingers harder. “Because you’ve made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. Every emptiness I’ve ever felt disappeared. And every heartbeat that ever meant anything, became you.”
His thumb softly glided over the back of her hand, sending a shiver up her spine. His forehead almost met hers.
She felt his breath on her skin, and she couldn’t help but shut her eyes, letting the sound of his voice and the melody wrap around her like a gentle wave.
But he tapped her nose with his, prompting her to open her eyes. The tears made her vision hazy, but the bright green she saw before her reassured her that everything was fine.
“And now, my life—it's no longer mine. It’s no longer the one I had. It’s the one you’ve built. Every piece of me, every fragment of what I once was, now belongs to you.”
She could feel the fragility in his hands, the quiver in his fingers, and it made her want to hold him even closer, to embrace him until the oxygen was gone, until the birds stopped singing and the universe wiped away everything but them, everything but that moment.
Everything but their love.
“So take it. Take me entirely, all of me, I’m yours." he concluded. "I always have been.”
He was silent, almost still. His eyes were closed, now afraid of what her reaction might reveal.
And the girl smiled, though it turned more into a pout. Her fingers ceased holding onto his hands to lift his chin, something he did constantly to her. He didn’t open his eyes, but let himself be guided.
“Percy,” She gazed at him, and her voice came out in a whisper, as though fearing the magic of the moment would break. 
Without hesitation, they leaned even closer, following the delicate touch of their skin. The gap between them almost completely disappeared.
At last, he opened his eyes. She couldn’t contain what she felt, the urge to tell him everything she had been holding in for so long, though it didn’t measure up to what he had said to her.
The sound of the final five bells echoed, followed by the shouts from the balconies.
"I love you," she said, her heart rising in her throat, her voice quivering.
Five!
“I love you in ways I can’t express with words or gestures. I love you as if my life depended on it—”
Four!
“No, I love you because my life depends on it. Without you, I am nothing.”
Three!
“I once said that you’re the best dream I could wish for—but you're more than that. You're my reality, my light, my existence.”
Two!
“I will take everything from you, if you promise to take everything from me,”
One!
“And keep it forever. Keep me forever, I'll do the same."
Happy New Year!
And finally, she kissed him, their lips meeting in a soft, slow kiss, a kiss brimming with unspoken promises and shared emotions.
It was different than others; it was a start of something more deep. In the delicate pressure of their lips, everything they had ever felt for each other was expressed without a single syllable, their hearts speaking the language that only they understood.
There was no more cold or snow—only the heat of their bodies pressed together, the rhythmic beating of their hearts in sync, and the gentle intertwining of their souls. 
In the end, they pulled away; not because they wanted to, but because the air had become essential, because their hearts needed a moment to calm, despite the urge to stay lost in each other. 
“Happy New Year,” she whispered, as he responded with a smile, his hand reaching up to caress her face again. 
“Happy New Year, my love,” he murmured in return, his voice low, only for her to hear.
“Percy?” she sniffled.
“Yes?”
”Would you be my lover?” 
“I already am,” he leaned forward, pressing a soft peck to her lips. “Since the first day, until the stars fade.”
I CRIED WRITING THIS GOD i think it's so cute. seriously, i want apologize again for disappearing like that, out of nowhere. i feel much better now and wanted to come back with something special. i hope you liked it! also, this doesn’t mean the series is over, they are my babies, and if i have to write about the 70 years they will spend together in my heart, i will do it!
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biancadoes1 · 2 days ago
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Before some crazy trolls go up in arms running around saying, “oh I thought SM likes didn’t matter.” Babes, we aren’t look at the PHYSICAL likes and follows, but we are looking at is patterns. I was talking to someone who works in PR once and she said that SM likes don’t matter, but what is noticeable are when patterns begin to appear or disappear. For example, the way A and that group suddenly stopped posting after the Sorrento trip, that is a noticeable and important pattern that ended, which indicated to us that something was going on.
Now, with Luke, we know that he is on and off SM at times. We didn’t see any activity from him over the holidays, except for his dump on 12/31. He didn’t go through posts that day, but now today he turns up and likes Nic’s post from Christmas. That’s becoming a pattern where we know he would have to go to her page to like a photo, whether he is tagged in it or not. This isn’t like he is scrolling through his feed and it appeared. He also liked ERK’s picture that only had Nic in it, not him, he also wasn’t tagged. This reminded me when he liked the picture of the Guinness sweater that Jack tagged Nic in the comments on. So, now this appears to be a pattern where he is liking pictures associated with her.
Finally, Tom Holland recently had an interview with Men’s Health where he explained how he didn’t like to walk the red carpet for Zendaya’s projects because it wouldn’t be about her, but about them. Here is the direct quote:
“because it’s not my moment, it’s her moment, and if we go together, it’s about us.” - Tom Holland.
We’ve said before that we believe that they do certain things for each other to avoid making their moment about “them.” I believe that’s what is happening with the SM posts. Nic didn’t like Luke’s dump because she wanted him to get attention and love on HIS own - not because of her liking or commenting. Same with Luke not liking her Doctor Who post until today. If he had liked it right away then it becomes about him and what that means. He gave her the moment she deserved, just like she does for him.
THIS is the only part about the SM observations that should matter to us.
👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Thank you, anon! You said it perfectly.
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sirxlla · 3 days ago
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Non-Emergencies
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Warnings: Fluff, use of Y/N
Prompt: Your Grandma calls 911 to flirt with the firefighters
Notes: Female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.
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-With that said it's all under the cut-
Your grandma needed a little extra help around the house after her hip replacement so you, your mother and father were taking care of her. Currently you were on Grandma duty for the next six hours.
"You should see the firefighters at the station near here, they are just the cutest and the one with the little mark above his eyebrow? Oh, you'd really like him."
You left her alone for five minutes while you got the Uber Eats order and she had already made the call to 911. She put the phone down like she hadn't just commited a crime so of course you expected that maybe she'd called a friend or answered the phone or something, something really benign.
"LAFD, Ma'am are you alright." The 118 had seen your grandmother before, she was a 'frequent flyer' is what they called her. She did often call when she was lonely or couldn't understand how to turn on the tv but she secretly wanted company or to oogle the men.
"Grandma, Why's the fire department here?" You asked with shock and a tad bit of annoyance.
"Is that who I called?" She acted innocent and again like it isnt a crime to call the fire department for nothing.
"That is who you called, Ms. Dotty." Eddie spoke to her and did a check to make sure she's fine cause he has to.
"She's fi-" You started but your grandma interrupted.
"My hearts a little fast but maybe thats just cause of you." The seventy year old flirted with the brunette man.
"Well, arent you a charming showstopper as always, Ms. Dotty." Eddie replied back.
"She doesnt even need anythin-" You start to tell the other man before looking up at him, he had the mark near his eyebrow like she said and god was he beautiful, a killer smile, his hair a bit curly and his eyes were like seas of endles-
"Yeah, we kinda figured but we don't mind checkin up on her." Buck interrupts your thoughts with and you felt weak in your knees as soon as his smile widened.
"Evan Buckley but you can call me Buck if you like, everyone else does." He reached out his hand.
Naturally, due to Buck being insanely charming you were already blushing which caused your grandma to wink at you when Eddie wasn't looking.
"You okay? You seem a little flushed." He retracted his hand and asked you with concern.
"No, I'm good I promise." Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks or the smile of embarrassment that was quickly fighting it's way to your face.
"I heard you boys needed volunteers for the Christmas thing you guys are putting on for the kiddos. I'm sure my granddaughter would love to help out." Your grandma kept trying to play wing-woman for you.
"Well we really do need another woman to help us out and I think she'd be perfect. Can I get your number and I'll just text you the details." Buck said in a slightly flirty tone.
"I wouldnt wanna be a both-"
"Her number is 424-555-7652. Her names Y/N but most people call her Ducky." Your grandma wrote it down and handed it to Evan.
"Awe, Buck and Duck." Eddie starts before their pagers went off with an actual call that wasnt a grandma wanting to flirt with firefighters.
"Well it was lovely to see you, Ms. Dotty!" Eddie packs up the med kit and gets ready to get out of there.
"I'll give you a call, Ducky." Buck says with a blush as he bolts out of there after Eddie.
"I don't know if I should be mad at you or not, Grandma." Still trying to hife the blush or how your eyes had memorized every part of Buck's face.
"I told you he was cute, they both are. If I was younger, I bet the brunette would go for me." Your grandma said with a smirk and a rather large amount of confidence.
"Yeah, I'm sure he would." You laugh a bit, she's always been a little bit of a minx and it was clear that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
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sourcherryandsprinkles · 8 hours ago
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Can I get petite reader x rafe with size difference and some holiday vibes?
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected p + v, raunchy humor,
Do not let the banner fool you into thinking this is Rafe x OC — it’s not. I just likes the aesthetic of Sabrina’s pictures and her little dress
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Ipad in hand and hair rollers on, you went over everything in the house, making sure all the preparations for tonight were done. It was your first time hosting a Christmas dinner, and you wanted it to be perfect, knowing Rose would nitpick on the smallest things. You wanted your father to ask for a second serving of turkey, and your mother to compliment the wrapping paper under your massive Christmas tree. For Sarah to tell you how delicious your Grinch cookies were— 
‘’The wine! Can you ask Sarah if she got the wine your father likes? I thought we had a bottle left, but I can’t find any,’’ you asked Rafe, who was coming down the stairs after his shower, freshly shaved and smelling strongly on the cologne you loved. 
He hummed, pulling out his phone and sending his sister a quick text. ‘’Anything else, baby?’’ 
Eyes still on the list, most of the dots were checked. ‘’Can you get the fancy wine glasses down from the top cabinet? I can’t reach them.’’
‘’Can’t reach very high when you’re three apples tall,’’ Rafe teased, an amused smirk at the corner of his lips. 
You glared at him. ‘’I’m not three apples tall! I’m regular sized.’’ 
It wasn’t true, and you both knew it. You were just about Wheezie’s height — who was thirteen years old. 
Rafe chuckled at your reaction and went to the kitchen for the wine glasses. He reached the top cabinet and grabbed the glasses with ease, handing the first four to you. He brought the other fours to the counter where you had placed the wine opener. 
Then, you disappeared back to the living room and up the stairs to finish your hair, seeing as there was only an hour before your parents would arrive. Rafe followed and watched you standing in front of the mirror of your ensuite bathroom in your small red and white festive dress, which was driving him crazy. The way it hugged your body and made you look like a little doll in a Christmas outfit. He didn’t think he would love that childish looking dress when he saw it on the hanger — he compared it to one of Sarah’s when she was little —, but now he wanted nothing more than to flip the skirt up and take you right there.
‘’At what time is it acceptable to kick everyone out?’’ he asked, already looking forward to being alone with you. 
‘’Don’t be a Grinch, Rafe. No one has arrived yet,’’ you warned as you took out another one of the rollers. Your hair was so bouncy and pretty. You’ll need to ask Sarah to take nice pictures of you and Rafe so you can hang them in the house.
Rafe shook his head. ‘’I’m not being a Grinch. I just really want to fuck you in that dress,’’ he said casually, making a smile bloom across your lips. His smirk grew into a cocky grin, and he continued. ‘’I was thinking under the tree?’’ he began, his voice low and full of desire. ‘’So you can be my little present that I get to unwrap. Or, in front of the fireplace like they do in movies. What do you think?’’ 
You put down your last roller, and grabbed the hairspray and brush to smooth everything a little. ‘’I think…that you should get dressed. Can’t welcome our guests in sweatpants.’’
Although you moved into this house last November, you and Rafe had yet to host a holiday dinner. The Camerons rented a nice cabin last Christmas — as they did every year. You went skiing, and ice skating with Sarah and Wheezie. And Thanksgiving was spent at your parents’ — your mother loved Thanksgiving. 
‘’Alright,’’ Rafe replied, eyeing his clean pants and a crisp button up you had priorly set nicely on the bed. 
He was perfectly capable of picking his clothes and dressing nicely, but the nerves of hosting had you searching through his closet and picking what he would wear for tonight. 
When you were both ready, you went back downstairs. Your father had called saying he was going to run a little late due to a closed road and traffic. Moving to Charleston after college had been difficult for them. They assumed that you would come back home, and instead you bought a house seven hours away from them.  
‘’Rafe, I said no,’’ you repeated, avoiding Rafe’s grasp.
He was faster than you, quickly catching you when you walked by the couch. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you closer to him, leaning down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. ‘’But you said your parents would be late. Come on, baby. Just a quick one?’’
You shook your head, dodging his kisses. ‘’Rafe…’’
The offer was tempting. It didn’t help that he smelled good and looked so damn hot in his white button up. 
‘’You're not being fair,’’ he retorted, chuckling darkly. ‘’Walking around in that tiny dress. Look what you did to me,’’ Rafe pressed his tented pants to your ass. ‘’I can’t welcome your parents with this rock hard beast in my pants. How inappropriate would that be?’’
You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out as he pressed the evidence of his arousal against you. ‘’That’s your problem.’’ 
He grinned, leaning down to steal a kiss, his lips brushing your glossy ones just enough to send a shiver down your spine. ‘’Not my fault you look so damn good in that dress.’’ 
‘’Horn-dog,’’ you muttered, trying to hide your smile.
‘’Around you? Always.’’ 
You laughed again, but it was cut short by a squeal when your feet left the floor and Rafe threw you over his shoulder in one fluid motion. Your skirt rode up, exposing even more of your thighs as you wriggled awkwardly over his shoulder. Rafe chuckled, his hand coming to smack your exposed ass cheek. 
Rafe set you down on the divan, which turned out to be one of your favorite furniture purchases. Who would have thought that a couch could be convenient for so many different sex positions? 
''You gonna fill my stocking?'' you asked, looking up at Rafe with sparkling eyes and glossy lips. For the sake of being naughty, you lifted the skirt of your dress, flashing your red panties. They were small, and not hiding much. 
That made Rafe groan, his gaze roamed your body with a hungry gleam in his eyes that made it clear how much he wanted you. ''Fuck,'' he mumbled in a low, gruff voice, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. ‘’You been walking around like that all this time?’’ 
You grinned in response. ‘’I’m on the naughty list, aren’t I?’’ 
‘’Top of the fucking naughty list, yeah,’’ Rafe agreed, rubbing himself over his tight boxers. His eyes caught the gold ‘R’ around your neck, glistening from the twinkling lights of the tree. He had never seen anything more beautiful. 
You lowered your eyes to his crotch, knowing what was underneath. ''Boy, I think that package is too big to gift wrap.'' 
Rafe chuckled at your comment, a cocky smile playing on his lips. Your raunchy sense of humor being one of his favorite things about you — spontaneous, sharp, and just the right balance of cheeky and bold without crossing into vulgarity. It kept him on his toes, always guessing what you'd say next, and he loved every second of it.
You shuddered when Rafe’s cock entered you, squeezing through your tight walls and filling you up. He had one knee on the divan, right between yours, and gripped your hips as he pounded into you, panties pulled to the side. Your red fingernails were digging into the back of his biceps and shoulder, anchoring you to him. 
A quick fuck, he said. 
Your head lulled as your arousal built, your orgasm threatening to come as sounds of pleasure left your lips. Rafe’s hips picked up the pace, reaching between your bodies to toy with your clit. The ‘magic button’, as he called it. 
As if Santa was watching and purposely unleashed a curse of Christmas on you and Rafe, the doorbell went off, echoing through the house just as you came around Rafe’s cock with a cry that must have been heard on the other side of the front door. On top of you, Rafe growled into your neck as he released ropes of cum inside you.
The doorbell echoed again, and Rafe laughed. 
‘’Oh my god,’’ you panicked, trying to catch your breath. 
You flipped back the bottom of your dress and stood, quickly closing and clenching your legs when you felt something dripping between your thighs. You couldn’t welcome the guests like that…
You glared at Rafe, who was tucking himself back into his boxers and pants, and very much amused by the situation. ‘’This is exactly why I didn’t want to do this.’’ 
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bunny-jpeg · 11 hours ago
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bet it on black
toto wolff
tags: smut/pwp, las vegas, sugar daddy au, sugar daddy!toto, mafia boss!toto, gambling, drinking, ditzy!reader, hotel room sex, daddy kink, dirty talk/degrading language
a/n: didn't write any christmas fics because i'm not the biggest celebrator of christmas, so here, are some fics to enjoy all year round! i am going to devour from wontons and take a nap- happy holidays <3
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"play that card." you pointed to the ten of hearts while you were seated in toto's lap. you were currently at the aria hotel and casino on the las vegas strip, curled into the lap of your alarmingly older lover. the type of age gap to raise an eyebrow at.
you didn't care, you were both adults! plus toto wolff took very, very good care of you. he shifted you in his lap and said, "shh, shh, i don't think that's the best i can play." his tone low, for such a dangerous man, he was quite gentle with you. as gentle as a mafia boss could be.
you nodded and held onto the front of his crisp button up. you pressed your cheek against his shoulder and could almost hear his heartbeat. you asked quietly before toto played, "can we get ice cream after this?"
you know what you were doing was wrong. you shouldn't have gotten involved with a mobster. such a dangerous man. but, how could you not? not when they looked like toto wolff! you had no choice, but to fall head over heels in love with him. tall, handsome, dangerous, the type of man you wanted. and he so happen to want you in return.
you were his slice of heaven on earth, so when he went on a "vacation" to the united stated, he had to bring you. it was only a night in the city before you two traveled towards california. you were close to his side the entire time.
the city of sin, this was where he took you. despite it being an informal vacation, there still was work to do. there was always work to do. when he left you stayed in the hotel and when he returned, he gave you his undivided attention.
"let me get that for you, princess." he often said as he got you what you needed, he guided you from place to place with a hand on your lower back. his kisses were soft and loving. he was a guiding hand, a caring force in your life.
so even when you gazed at the cards he put on the table, you clearly didn't know your way around a card game. but he still kissed you on the face and said, "good try, my love." you made quite the pair, especially when toto teased you by slipping his hand up your short skirt for a moment. his long fingers grazed your panty-clad pussy. his other hand held another round of cards. you squirmed a little in his lap and he held you a little tighter. "no need." he said, "be a good and stay still, my good luck charm." then pressed another kiss onto you warmed skin.
"are you winning, daddy?" you asked softly.
toto kissed you at the top of your head and replied, "no need to worry about that, my prize.' his fingers grazed your clothed sex once more and you felt a shudder run through you. couldn't be too loud at the cards table.
the stallion, the wolf, the feared man of europe. so many names for a man like toto. you kissed his shoulder and shifted in his lap a little as his fingers continued to make home under your skirt. you felt protected, safe in his arms. he was terrifying to most, but to you, he was just toto.
after another round and more chips in the man's possession. he asked you, "why don't we go back to the hotel? i know you wanted ice cream, but i'd rather something much warmer instead. let's collect our winnings, my prize." he said as he kissed your jaw that he held in his hand.
and who were you to deny your lover?
toto kept you close once the chips were cashed out. you both made it back to the hotel room, his larger hands were all over you once you were in the lavish room. he kissed your warmed skin, any inch of bare skin he could get his mouth on. you got out of your heels hastily and he soon looked down at you and rubbed himself through his slacks. he was a man who carried so much power, and you were the won drove his mad. to hold you, to have you, and devour you through sexual endeavor.
you laid naked on the king sized bed in the hotel room. toto found is amazing, an angel in a place like this. he smirked as he said, "you look beautiful, especially with no clothes on. you look like a dream."
he swallowed as he stripped himself free of his clothes. you admired him as article after article of clothes ended up on the floor. you rubbed your thighs together with anticipation. when he got into bed you wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. your bare breasts against his chest. he held onto you by the middle and smiled at you.
"are you going to be okay, daddy? do you want me on top?" you asked innocently.
toto raised an eyebrow, "what are you implying, my prize?" he pressed further into you and held you a little tired.
you replied, innocent still in your tone, "your knee, daddy. it was bothering you earlier, that's why i was seated on your other leg." and toto took you by the face.
"implying i can't keep up while in a little pain, my darling?" you were playing a dangerous game. you swallowed and shook your head. toto chuckled and kissed your heated cheek, "you look adorable. i know you worry about me, darling."
you soon ended up face down in the covers. toto had shifted your hips up and you moaned a little. you called his name, "daddy." and it was music to toto's ears as he teased your cunt.
he soon sank in, unable to wait much longer, and your noises got louder. he loved the feeling. it was unlike anything he had before. unlike any drug or person he ever had before, you were addictive in your own way. a scary man like him could easily fold because of you. it was sweet, toto knew his greatest weakness would be his forever. he quickened the pace of his hips up against you.
the older man kissed at your shoulders. he knew he could keep up with his prize. in the bedroom, man younger than him needed a little help. he didn't need anything to get him going, definitely no medications. he worked himself against you. your noises fueled his movements. you sounded like heaven with a body of an angel.
"mmm, fuck daddy!" you arched your back with a lustful force. your breathing was heavy as he fucked you with quicker movements. even at his age, he still hadn't slowed down.
"my little treasure. my little slut. most would kill for what you had. but you got it so easily all because you knew the right man to fuck. putting that needy cunt and slutty throat to use." he pressed into you further, "you're a special little thing. spoiled too, but i guess that's my fault." he held onto your hips a little tighter and until your voice got caught in your throat.
toto spoiled you and idolized you like the sun. but he could also be quite aggressive in the bedroom. you could feel him in your stomach, his hard length hit against the right areas. you were how everything. in a world of money, power and violence. you were a sliver of heaven that toto could come home to. not just sex, but when you cooked him dinner and played with his dark hair while on the cough together. being in your space, in your arms, in your heart.
you made his laugh just as much as you arousing him. you were his always his. toto was protective of you, that was why he needed to be as close to you as possible when he could. you arched your back a little and panted against the soft covers. it was probably the most comfortable place he had fucked you. you were certain that you still had imprints in your skin from the leather seats of expensive cars. you preferred a soft bed like where he was fucking you now
"all mine." he said with a bit more tenderness, "every inch is mine. top to bottom." his pace grew hungerier with each just of his hips. he wrapped a strong arm around your middle and bounced you on his cock.
"daddy!"
"you're just my little slut, aren't you? you love all the attention i give you. you leave me hungry for more with each time i have you. i'm obsessed with you, my little angel." and the devil would defile an angel, a wolf to devour a lamb. and toto wolff would fuck you until you were left a shaky, whiny mess. he continued to fuck you, he was rough with his movements and you were left moaning. he moved your body to his liking, which brought pleasure through your body.
his cock was bully inside of you. the head of a dangerous family, the man who knew his way around guns, knives and baseball bats. danger and blood clung to him like a second skin, but yet, he needed you. his angel plucked from heaven.
the woman he carnally desired.
"fuck, my prize. my treasure." he groaned as he listened to your sweet noises. you sugary sweet needy noises only fueled him to fuck you harder. he felt the excitement run through him as he worked your sweet pussy.
"daddy, please. i'm close." you arched your back a little more and your face further buried in the covers. you held onto them as he rocked into you. it was like a symphony of pleasure in your head. you were moved up and down on his cock, he fucked you with a heated purpose and left you gasping below him. it didn't take much longer before he felt you clench around him. your heated body came around him, encouraged by the bullying pace of your lover.
heavy pants and weak grasps of the covers, you came around his hard cock with your back arched and your voice muffled into the covers. the pleasure and lust boiled over and it made your entire body feel amazing. he kissed the back of your neck and you melted a little at his touch. you laid perfectly under him as he worked your spent body.
a few more heavy, heated thrusts and he finished inside of you. he shoved his entire length into you and felt the splash of heat. he groaned through a tense jaw at the feeling. he slowed to a stop and turned your head enough to kiss you on the lips before he pulled out. soon you were laid out on the bed together, toto had his briefs back on and you were wearing the undershirt he wore.
you were curled up at his side, your lover kissed our face. praise was loose on his tongue, you did such a good job for him. you felt like a dream and he loved you. you held onto him, and despite the danger that he could pose. he held you softly, with a total love and conviction he held for you. that he'd always have for you <3
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babejinxy · 2 days ago
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Jinx x f!reader special new year
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✨ I wasn't going to write a New Year's special, but since I'm nice and you guys wanted it, here it is!!! This is the first part, I'll post the second part soon. I hope you like it!
🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.
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It was the last day of the year and after your behavior on Christmas Eve, your girlfriend Jinx had been watching you the whole time, waiting for you to tease her again. But the truth is that you simply didn't do anything suspicious all day. You stayed in the hideout with Jinx and while she was working on something - which by the way she didn't tell you what it was - you were lying on the bed reading a book or changing your nail polish every half hour.
That night, Jinx also had something in store for you, just as you had for her. Since what you had planned for Christmas had gone a little off the rails, you saved it for tonight. And you started putting your plan into action early on.
While your girlfriend was focused on some project of hers, you got out of bed after changing your nail polish for the fourth time and went to her. You were wearing pajamas, the short shorts showing the edge of your ass. You sat on the edge of her workbench, she noticed you, but she was too focused on her work. “Hey babe, do you like it?” you asked innocently, holding out your hands so she could see your nails, painted blue like hers. You crossed your legs in the process, your shorts riding up, revealing a lot of your legs.
She lifted her head from her work and looked straight at your nails, “You like blue huh?”. “You know I do,” you said, lowering your hands and placing them on either side of your legs, holding onto the edge of the table. “They look amazing, toots,” she said, lifting her head to reach your lips, you lowered your head a little until your lips met hers and you gave a little kiss. Jinx’s eyes wandered over your legs before she went back to work.
“What are you doing?” you asked, jumping off the workbench and wrapping an arm around her. “A little something for later today,” she said grabbing a tool. “What are you planning?” you asked, curious and worried that she was planning to blow up Piltover on the first day of the year. She looked at you, “you’ll see, love,” and then she laughed and went back to doing what she was doing.
You had no idea what your crazy girlfriend was planning this time, but it must have been something big since she had been working on it for exactly a week. What you didn't know was why she had left you out of it this time, you were always up for anything with her and she knew it. But luckily for her, you were too easy-going to insist or get upset that she wasn't involving you in whatever she was up to. So you simply shrugged it off and went to throw darts to pass the time and practice your aim.
You threw the dart a few times and only hit the target once. You were usually a good aimer, but not today. Maybe the anxiety of starting to put your plan into practice was getting in your way. You snorted when you missed for the seventh time. You picked up another dart to try again and prepared to throw it at the target. But before you could throw it, you felt Jinx's left hand on your waist while the other was on your hand that was holding the dart. She adjusted the position of your hand while kissing and lightly biting your neck. "This makes it hard for me to concentrate, babe," you said, smiling and shivering at the sensation. She let go of your neck and looked at the target hanging on the wall. With her hand still in yours, she helped you with the throw and you hit the middle of the target.
“You were putting too much force in, peach,” she said, holding your waist with both hands now and pulling you against her. You felt her lips on your jaw and then on your neck again as she squeezed you with her hands. “Are you done yet?… mhmm,” you asked, closing your eyes and resting your head on her shoulder, giving her more space to kiss and suck on your neck. “I’m almost there… but for now, how about a break, huh?”, she bit your earlobe.
You thought this would be a good time to start putting your plan into action, so you turned to face her and wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed her. Jinx deepened the kiss and squeezed your waist, her hands moving down to your hips. You tangled your fingers in her short hair and she swirled her tongue in yours, dominating the kiss. She bit and pulled your lower lip with her teeth while her hands went to your ass and she squeezed it hard over the fabric of your pajama shorts.
When Jinx walked with you towards the bed, that's when you realized things were going to heat up even more, so before she could throw you on the bed, you broke the kiss and pulled away from her. "Hey wait, what's wrong toots?", she asked with furrowed eyebrows. You just shrugged, "there's nothing wrong, we can do this another time... I don't want to be late for Vi's dinner and you haven't even finished whatever it is you're doing". You walked past her and she pulled you again by the waist, locking you in her arms.
“And why not now? I can be pretty quick baby, you know,” she said, brushing her lips against the skin of your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your bottom lip, it was hard to resist her, but you were willing to do it. You wanted to tease her, you knew it would cost you a lot later, she would be rough with you, but you wanted it, you liked it. You took her hands off your waist, “not now baby.”
You were playing with luck, you knew that if your girlfriend wanted, she would grab you at any moment and with her strength thanks to the shimmer you couldn't fight her. Fortunately Jinx was different now and she respected your decisions. Although you knew that when she finally had your consent you would be fucked as fuck, very very fucked and you could wet your panties if you kept thinking too much about what she would do to you.
You threw yourself on the bed and picked up your book while Jinx went back to her workbench to finish her invention. She turned on the music and turned up the volume, she said it helped her focus and kept her thoughts away from her troubled mind. It was hard for you to focus on the book with the music blasting in your ears, but you weren't going to ask her to turn it off or lower the volume, you knew she wouldn't do that and she would also get annoyed with you, so you tried to read anyway.
You knew your girlfriend was done with her work when she finally turned down the music. You still had your eyes on your book, but you could see her coming towards you. You felt the mattress dip as she climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of you. She took the book from your hand and threw it in a corner, “I finished my project toots, but I’m not done with you yet,” she said kissing your jaw and bringing her lips up to yours.
The kiss was slow but hot. You brought your hands to her hair while she placed her right hand on your neck and held it firmly, but not tightly, and with the other she squeezed your waist and hips. Her tongue explored every corner of your mouth and she sucked your lower lip and then pulled it with her teeth. You moaned softly between the kiss because you knew it drove her crazy.
Jinx moved her kisses down to your neck where she alternated between kissing and biting. She placed the hand that was previously on your neck on your right breast and squeezed it, making you gasp. She moved her kisses down, making a path from your neck to your belly. She lifted the top of your pajamas a little to expose the skin on your abdomen, then she placed kisses and light bites on it.
She moved back up to your lips and took them against hers once more. But this time the kiss was fiercer, wilder and you knew she was getting really fucking horny. Not that you weren’t too, but you had to stop things before it was too late. So when Jinx dragged her left hand inside your shorts, you broke the kiss and asked breathlessly with your lips brushing hers, “babe, what are you doing?” “What? I can’t fuck my girlfriend?” she said, crashing her lips against yours again.
You placed your hands on her chest trying to push her off of you, she released your lips looking at you with a confused and irritated look, “of course you can love, but not now… I need to get ready for dinner and unfortunately I'm not as fast as you”, you took her hands out of your shorts and pushing her to the side you got up from the bed.
You were making her angry and you knew it, it was what you wanted. You bit your lower lip trying not to laugh as you turned your back to her. “You’re going to regret this behavior later, you know that, right? I won’t be so patient with you toots,” she said, throwing a gear somewhere in the corner of the room. You gave her an innocent look, “Why? Is it a sin if I refuse to have sex with you?” She walked towards you and said close to your ear as she passed you, “ha! baby, sin is what I’m going to do to you…”
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Part 2??? 👇🏻🤍
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holylulusworld · 2 days ago
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How to cure a grump (5)
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Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.
Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: grumpy Bucky, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope
How to cure a grump (4)
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On Christmas Eve, the room is crowded with family, friends, neighbors, and, well, your former boss. He still sticks out with his expensive suit, polished shoes, and his whole aura.
Oddly, people like to chat with him. Bucky is a natural when it comes to wrapping people around his finger.
You can’t do much about it tonight. If you yell at him, drag him out of the room, or, what you love to imagine, choke the life out of him for being a jerk, people could get suspicious.
Smiling at the thought, you hide in a corner, watching Bucky joke with the people who do not know what an asshole he truly is.
You grit your teeth and huff. It was foolish of them to judge the book by its cover this time. Yes, he’s got a pretty façade, but deep down inside, Bucky Barnes is rotten. You’re sure about it.
“Why the face?” Your mother nudges your side. “People love him, Munchkin. No need to worry. We all hated John from the beginning, and he turned out a jerk. Trust our instinct.”
Bucky looks your way, watching you when you’re not looking. He can still feel your lips and wonder what came over him. Not two days ago, you were nothing but an employee to him, and then he kissed you.
“Man, you dismantled Walker like a pro,” your cousin laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand. “About damn time someone put him in his place. I’d done the same, but Y/N didn’t want me to say a thing. She told me to let it slip and moved across the country instead.”
“So, I heard,” Bucky hums. “Y/M/N told me they had a business together. A company?”
“Uh—they wanted to open a business together. John not only cheated on her but also stole her idea. She’s so smart and wastes her time at the office. I heard her boss is a jerk too, letting her work overtime and do her colleague’s work.”
“He must be an asshole,” Bucky replies with a smirk. He loves hearing all the insults your cousin calls your boss. “Did she tell you all about him?”
“No. Y/N never complains. She only said she’d take the next flight because she had to stay later this week too. Y/N was always too good for this world. Helped everyone around, you know,” your cousin brags. “I just know she offers her help to co-workers, and they tried to take advantage of her kindness.”
“I think Y/N is capable of putting people in their place too,” Bucky replies. He appreciates that your cousin tries to defend you but knows you better. “No one takes advantage of her.”
Your cousin grins before patting Bucky’s shoulder. “I already like you.” He chortles. “Oh, I gotta take care of my girl now.”
Bucky nods, as his eyes drift toward you again. Ever so often his mind drifts back to the moment he kissed you.
“You’re staring,” your aunt chuckles, catching Bucky staring at you. “I know you’re head over heels for my niece, but don’t undress her with your eyes while being around her family.”
“What?” Bucky dips his head to glance at your aunt.
She chuckles again and pats his arm. “Aw, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I know Y/N is lovely.”
Bucky furrows his brows. All he did was look your way. Why your aunt thinks he had something dirty in mind is beyond him.
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“Phew...that was…nice,” Bucky says as you watch your mom say goodbye to the last guest, your aunt. “Do you always host a Christmas party for the neighbors and half of town?”
“Most of our neighbors would be alone on Christmas Eve, just like my mom. They are long divorced, widowed, and their kids don’t come around before or after Christmas,” you explain while Bucky watches you. “And family is family, you know. They all have their own family and will spend the rest of Christmas and New Year’s Eve with them.”
He nods thoughtfully and says, “I guess you’re better at opening your home for people. My parents only ever hosted Christmas parties for business partners.”
“Figures,” you bite your tongue and curse yourself for your response. “I meant it’s smart to invite business partners for Christmas. They feel valued that way.”
Bucky quirks a brow but says nothing. He’ll let it slip, knowing you’re not wrong.
“Anyway,” he fakes a yawn. “It was a long day, and I need to call Steve in the morning. He needs to take care of a few things while I’m stuck here.”
“And whose fault is that?” You huff. Bucky still tries to blame you for his friend’s mistake. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”
“Yours,” he grins. “You made me come out here.”
“It was your friend not telling you about our conversation.”
“Relax,” he laughs. “I know it was Steve messing shit up, okay. You’re not to blame.” Bucky got up from the couch, just in time to bid your mom goodnight.
She furrows her brows as your former boss makes his way upstairs.
“Munchkin, don’t you want to join him?” She snickers when you roll your eyes. “I know you did more than cuddle. You’re a grown woman and have needs. I understand, Y/N. With a man like James around, a woman can get all tingly.”
“Mom!” You groan. “It’s not like that.”
“I know love is tough. How about we call it a day, and you can go back to denying you don’t like the handsome man sleeping under my roof? She flashes you a warm smile before pulling you into a hug. “Maybe he’s a little snobby on the outside, but I think James has a good heart. He’s just not used to showing it…”
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Once again, you toss and turn. Your mother’s words still echo in your mind, and your lips still tingle from Bucky’s kiss.
“Christ, get over it. It was one fucking kiss,” you groan and slam your fist into the mattress. “It wasn’t even that good. Even if he tasted good and his lips perfectly fit with yours. Stupid... just stupid. He’s an asshole who fired you two days before Christmas.”
You turn on your side and decide to sleep it off. Soon Bucky will be out of town and out of your life. When he’s gone, you can try to explain to your mother who he is…
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“Hmmm…” you murmur in your sleep. Somehow, you’re warm, very warm. It feels like a heating blanket wrapped itself around your body to keep you warm—or rather hot. “Fuck…warm.”
Wiggling in your sleep, you try to fend the heat off. You groan and shift again as it’s too heavy. “Warm…” Your eyes slowly open as you try to turn in your bed. It’s impossible. Something, or rather someone, wrapped himself around your body. “What the fuck!”
“What? Where?” Bucky jolts up on your bed. He looks at you lying next to him. “What are you doing in my bed?”
“What am I doing in your bed?” You sit up and huff. “This is my room and my bed. Get out! This is not some case of only one bed!”
“I—” he looks around the room, frowning deeply. Bucky ruffles his disheveled hair, trying to remember how he ended up in your bed. “Did we—?” He looks you up and down, licking his lips.
“What? NO!” You slap his chest, realizing too late he’s not wearing a shirt. “We didn’t have sex! Did you drink yourself to sleep?”
“Maybe I got a little drunk,” he murmurs and falls back onto your bed. Just now you smell the alcohol on him. “I was so lonely, and Steve ignored my calls. He fucked my vacation up, and now I’m stuck here and can’t even—”
You watch him turn on his side. “Hey, go back to your room.” You poke his back, but Bucky won’t budge. “What did I do to deserve this?”
You sigh and fall back on your pillow. There’s no way you can move Bucky. Turning your back on Bucky, you huff. “If your hands wander, you’ll lose them…”
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i'm on the run with you, my sweet love [Sylus/Reader ★ 3737 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Forever your ride or die. A/N: Happy New Year! I’ve had this story written since Christmas 2024, but I had decided to save it to ring in the new year instead. Kind of based on my favorite Sylus phone call: As You Wish. This is…very………vague…….something…… I’m here for the vibes mostly. :’) Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia @valkyyriia 【 request to be added 】
When everything came to a pause, when the whole world had shifted and all eyes were on you, a bounty had been placed on your head and your name suddenly known to the whole universe.
He had whisked you away, his hand in yours, no questions asked.
Where you go, I’ll go with you, he had said, his hold firm, his vow unyielding.
It’s not safe with me. They’ll get you, too, you had warned, giving his hand a little squeeze, almost afraid that you would lose him as well.
Sounds exciting, sweetie.
He had smirked, his lips on yours, a promise that nothing would ever sever his bond with you.
Your arms wrapped around his waist, head pressed to his back, and the sound of his motorcycle raced down the dusty road to nowhere. A trail of dust was left behind, the heat of the sun bore down on you, and the unknown future awaited both of you in the distance.
On the way to the end of the world, you said goodbye to what you had once thought was home, all of the people who had ever loved you were gone.
Except him.
Are you crying?
…No…
Let me hold you. For me.
…Okay…just for you, though…
Thank you, sweetie.
In an unassuming shabby safehouse, one of many he owned around the world, you felt a moment of peace, as false as it may be.
He paced the living room, exhaustion etched on his features. He still hadn’t adjusted to this daytime schedule, and though not a word of complaint or discomfort ever left his lips, you knew he had been pushing himself to his limits to keep you safe.
Sylus, you called, worried, come rest.
He reassured you with a smile, a near perfect façade had it been anyone else he was trying to fool. You knew when he would put on a mask, and you didn’t like it—you were upset that he was lying to you for your sake.
I’m tired, you fibbed, Can we nap together?
Strange how you didn’t feel any qualms about lying for his sake instead. You supposed you were a hypocrite.
Very well. He seemed to concede. What a fussy kitten.
There was no malice in his words. There never were.
You guided his head to your lap, his body barely fitting on the small sofa, but it would do. You stroked his hair, seeing him surrendering to his exhaustion—surrendering to you, as well.
You hummed a song, something light and soothing. His soft snoring soon joined your melody, the two sounds bringing life to this long unoccupied house.
For a moment, this unassuming, shabby safehouse almost felt like a home.
It would be nice to make this place a true home with him, you thought. Some fresh flowers, a little sunlight, and maybe a picture or two could help with the illusion.
Such wishful thinking. You knew in a few days you would both need to leave. This was only temporary.
You needed to go farther—to the place where everything was new and you were nothing more than an unknown drifter seeking something permanent.
For now, though, you both rested. You let your song soothed him, just as his presence had given you hope.
You often wondered what permanent looked like. You also wondered if you and he had the same definition for the word. There were more idle times now than before, so you both humored one another with your own thoughts and whims.
A little cottage in the woods, you thought aloud as you and he lazed about on the couch. You could have a little vegetable garden, and maybe you could also learn how to make your own bread as well.
He could hunt, or perhaps, he could also put his fishing skills to use.
You might even raise chickens. Maybe some ducks, too.
Sweetie, you have it all planned out, he teased, pinching your cheek.
You swatted his hand away, but you couldn’t deny this. You had thought about this life. Thought about it often, in fact. You couldn’t help it. It seemed you had more time to let your mind wander.
Well, you weren’t alone. He also had his own thoughts, his own vision he wished to share.
A seaside house on a cliff, he suggested, adding, We could watch dolphins from the balcony. And have a gin fizz or two.
You laughed and shook your head. What, no tequila?
Tequila can be for breakfast, he added, matching your humor with the same tone and a playful smirk.
We could also have a hot tub on the deck, he added with a lecherous smirk on his handsome face. A nice soak as we watch the sun set over the horizon.
Yeah? Your heart beat faster, his lips looming near yours.
We could also stargaze together, he continued in that same easy tone. So teasingly close, his lips just barely ghosted against yours. He must be doing this on purpose, wanting to see you fluster and squirm because of him. What a scoundrel.
You have it all planned out, you echoed his earlier words back to him, his immediate response that nearly insufferable trademark smirk of his. You caved in first, eagerly taking his lips, wanting to quell the growing heat between the two of you.
He succumbed to your whims, his back suddenly against the couch cushions, your body on top of his. He answered your desperation with his own, all lucid thoughts leaving as you both submitted to your instincts, letting your desires guide you both to Heaven and Hell and back again.
An apartment in the city.
In the city? Again, sweetie?
What better place than hidden in plain sight?
A clever kitten.
You remembered wining and dining under starry skies. The rich food filled your belly wonderfully and the aged wine tasted like the sacred nectar of the gods. Blissfully tipsy, you remembered dancing with him on a rooftop, swaying and twirling, feeling like you were on cloud nine as the stars above shined brilliantly while city lights twinkled and gleamed.
In a humid, cramped bus, you leaned against his shoulder, remembering distant memories that might as well just be silly old fairy tales.
The days blended together. Most days, you weren’t sure if it was Monday or Tuesday, or perhaps it was neither, and it was actually Thursday.
He had acquired a car. Temporary, just like everything else in your life had been these past few months. As he filled the car with gas, you wandered into the convenience store. That particular scent hit you instantly, a strange feeling of nostalgia for something you had never missed.
You wandered down the aisles, hand skimming over the different snacks on display. None of them really caught your eyes or stirred up a craving, but you still picked out a few just in case. As you were checking out, you also grabbed an ice cream bar. The heat was unbearable and a strawberry shortcake bar suddenly sounded enticing. You missed the taste of fresh fruits, something that you never thought would one day be scarce and a sudden luxury.
As you left the store, ice cream bar unwrapped and the refreshing, cooling sweet taste on your tongue, you remembered the time when you and he went to pick strawberries together.
He had already finished refilling the gas tank. As he leaned against the car waiting for you, sunglasses over his eyes, you approached him, holding the cold treat up.
Want a bite?
He smirked, and took a generous bite to your dismay.
H-hey! That was a big bite!
Sorry, sweetie. He didn’t sound apologetic at all. What a prick.
I hope you get brain freeze.
And he laughed, already getting back into the car with you following suit. When you turned to buckle your seatbelt, his hand was on your cheek, already guiding you to his lips. He kissed you sweetly, nibbling on your lips as he tasted you.
When he parted, he smirked at your confusion, your breathing still shaky.
You had ice cream on your lips, he answered matter-of-factly.
Flustered, it took your brain a few seconds too long to register his mischievous words. When it finally clicked, you leaned back over, this time surprising him as you took charge. You kissed as if it was your last, as if he was the air that you needed, and he responded with equal fervor, treating you like a gift bestowed upon him by the highest being, or perhaps more like a forbidden treasure he had greedily coveted. Before the growing lust could cloud your mind, all semblance of reality returned when you heard the incessant honking from the car behind you, and had he been in a sour mood, perhaps there would have been an altercation, one that would end horrendously for the other party, of course.
But he smirked. He leered at the car behind him before speeding off. As he drove, you noticed him licking his lips.
Strawberry, he said, pondering, We should get this ice cream bar again.
You agreed, delighting in the taste of him that still lingered on your lips.
All thoughts disappeared, all of those dirty matrasses from dingy motel rooms didn’t seem to matter. You would always welcome him into you, the late, long nights of lovemaking a sweet escape from the reality you lived. In these little moments of you and him, he was your whole world and you were his. Deep kisses branded your skin, the heated moans of you and him mingled with every movement, every pulse, the need to chase after that paradise heightened by the shared growing passion.
You had memorized his every feature, his every being. The jewel-like crimson eyes of his always reflecting his deep devotion to you, the promise to always surrender to you had long been fulfilled. With every searing hot touch, he worshiped you like a devout man knelt at the altar of a goddess, beseeching her blessings.
He satisfied all of your needs, your desires his to fulfill, willingly and devotedly. No rules to bind you, nothing more to lose, you succumbed to your desires, drifting off to a state of pure euphoria only he could bring you to, just as you were all that he longed for, the only one who he would let rule his heart and bring him to his knees.
When you returned from your high, with the threat of dawn looming, he held you close, gentle fingers threading through your hair soothingly, his warm, deep voice feeling like home.
He lulled you with words of a distant future.
Maybe…we can get a dog.
You laughed. You don’t seem like a dog person, you reminded him, your finger poking his cheek in jest.
He smiled, and grabbed your wrist. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, the simple act had you stilling with pretty rosy cheeks, illuminated in the dark by a single ray of moonlight.
A cat then, he said, his voice teasing. He stroked your cheek, his fingers just barely skimming against your skin. Maybe two, so she wouldn’t be lonely.
Yeah? you asked, breathless, What else?
He hummed as he contemplated. White picket fences…Have coffee ready for you in the morning…red checkered blanket and a picnic under the sun…
It doesn’t sound like you… you quipped.
It could be me, he responded, his hand moving to tuck strands of hair behind your ear, his soft voice continuing, It could be us. And also—
His words stopped abruptly, sparking your curiosity. You questioned him, but he only answered with an ambiguous smile and a dismissive, amused shake of his head, as if what he was thinking was nothing of importance to dwell further.
It’s late, he whispered, kissing your forehead, Sleep, my beloved.
As you settled more comfortably into his embrace, you felt his hand resting over your lower abdomen, the touch unlike any other time he would embrace you. As your heavy eyelids closed, you realized the words he had withheld, the hopeful future even he seemed too scared to voice into existence.
In your dream, you could have sworn you heard the pitter-patters of small feet on hardwood floor, and his voice full of joy as he effortlessly swept up into his strong arms two little children, a boy and a girl, perfect blends of you and him.
Such a shame that it was only a dream, you thought the morning after in bed as you watched him shaved the five o’ clock shadow from his face in the dirty motel bathroom.
In the mirror reflection, he noticed you sitting up in bed, the cover barely covering your nude body, hair in disarray, and he smiled. You smiled back.
Such a shame indeed, you thought again, feeling a strange ache in your chest as your mind drifted back to the little boy and girl in your dream.
It was amazing how you still had an appetite.
Eggs and bacon seemed extra delicious at diners in the middle of nowhere. As if stuck in time, it looked nothing like the modern eateries you were familiar with. Black and white checkered flooring, large red booths, an old barely working jukebox in a corner—everything seemed like it was untouched by modern advancements, living peacefully in its own world of idle monotony.
As you finished your meal, he stood up, walking over to the ancient jukebox out of curiosity.
He perused the song choices, brows furrowed in contemplation before he settled on one:
In the still of the night / I held you / Held you tight.
Your head lifted at the smooth crooning, eyes meeting his just as he walked back to the booth, his hand extended to you. Silently, a little embarrassed, you took his hand, just like you always seemed to do.
Promise I’ll never / Let you go.
He twirled you around before his hand found your waist, steadying you as he moved you to the rhythm of the music. In the near empty diner, you danced with him, remembering a time long ago, you two had also waltzed just like this.
To keep your precious love.
Your head rested against his chest, his arms around you as he swayed you gently to the music as it faded to silence. Even long after the song had ended, you stayed in his arms, holding firmly onto the one constancy you still held from your past.
Things could get worse.
I’ll be there every step of the way.
An old television set, from decades ago, flashed for an instance a photo of you. Without words, he had dropped a generous amount of bills on the table, his hand already reaching for yours and taking you away before anyone could be wiser.
By the time the waitress had come to clear the table, her tired mind suddenly realizing as she looked from the television back to the empty booth, the young couple had already left town. Discreetly, she tucked away the extra bills into her bra, and resumed her monotonous day, blissfully ignorant and a few hundred dollars richer.
In an old convertible from long ago, driving down an endless, deserted road, you woke up in the passenger seat to his—peculiar—singing alongside the car radio:
No matter what you are / I will always be with you / Doesn’t matter what you do, girl.
You giggled and he turned to look at you momentarily before his eyes redirected to the long road ahead. The radio continued to play the song as you and he conversed:
You’re actually laughing at me, he quipped. You’re so cruel, sweetie.
With you, you corrected him cheekily.
Funny, I wasn’t aware that I was laughing.
You were, you insisted audaciously.
In that case, laugh with me then, sweetie.
You giggled again. I don’t know this song.
His eyes remained ahead, but his right hand reached over to rest on your thigh. He squeezed you gently in reassurance, and as the song neared the end, he sang along again, Ooh girl, you girl, want you.
The radio played the next song, but you settled in your seat, his hand still resting on your thigh and you hummed again the previous song before the gentle drive lulled you back to sleep again. As your consciousness faded away, you heard distantly his voice singing the current song:
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep / Sometimes / All I need is the air that I breathe / And to love you.
The time that passed made the line between reality and dream blurred. The life you lived, running away with him felt more dreamlike with each passing day as you bounced from old motels to grand estates to the most discreet safehouses he owned. Nothing in either of your life felt permanent right now, except for each other, the only constancy in this reckless fleeing.
You had both discarded your names, only taking them back at night when you were both truly alone, feeling like two lost souls abandoned by the universe. In the dark, you moaned each other’s name, such lovely sounds as warm breath ghosted over slicked skin.
Your hands lightly touched his face, his eyes always locked with yours. Your shuddering gasps and his barely-restrained moans followed in suits as his hands gripped tighter your hips, guiding you up and down on his length. You kissed him, crying as he pierced you again and again, his movements rushing as he felt you nearing your release.
…I can’t…I need to…Sy…please…please…
Hngh…ye-yes…
He was panting, his eyes darkened by the heavy arousal of seeing you, his beloved, falling apart for him—because of him. You arched forward into him, his name spilling out from your lips and pleasure coursed through your entire being. With a few more rushed thrusts, his own release came, his deep groans resonated in your ears as he filled you full.
Collapsed on him, you both rested lazily together with his softened member still inside you and his seed dripping obscenely down your thighs. You hummed into his skin, boneless and satisfied, his warmth so familiar and addicting.
Just two nobody’s in the world, but in this moment, it felt like no one else existed and you were both truly the last of your kind.
How heavenly.
Away, away, you ran from town to town, the final destination only a vague dream. The further you ran, the lighter your heart felt. In his eyes, the bird that was caged was now soaring high. His only wish was to save her before her wings were clipped, and now he would follow her wherever she would take him, her song beckoning him to a paradise for two.
Don’t let go.
Sweetie, you’re stuck with me for life.
Higher and higher, you soared, the sun threatening to scorch your wings.
If you fall, you knew he would be there to catch you. So, you continued to fly, your hand outstretched. All of Heaven would be yours to command. You were going to unlock paradise, a place for two kindred spirits, the last of their kinds, forevermore tethered to one another.
Eventually, the dream came to an end, life catching up within a flash.
You had grown a little careless, believing that you were just a nobody drifting through life, forgetting that there was still a hefty bounty to your name.
Someone had seen your face. Someone had snitched. You wondered if they truly believed you were dangerous, or perhaps it was merely just human greed that drove them to expose you. You supposed it didn’t really matter in the end now. It was all over anyway.
You looked to him, and he to you. A silent exchange of words, an understanding reached.
The distant sirens grew louder and louder as they approached your final hideout.
There was banging outside the motel room, scattered voices calling for your surrender. There would be no negotiation. It wouldn’t matter if they dragged your dead body out instead. On command, a red laser dot maneuvered into the room from the open window, aligning to your head. Your heart was racing, but you stayed grounded, your eyes locked on his.
In just seconds, everything was about to change.
Five.
Four.
Do you trust me? he asked, his hand held out.
With my life, you answered automatically, your hand in his, and with a tug, you were pulled into his familiar warmth, safe and secured as a gunshot sounded and the glass window shattered. His large hand pressed your head gently to his chest, shielding you from the sounds, and just like that, you both left this world behind, disappearing into the swirls of red and black mist he had summoned before the motel door came crashing down.
One.
The end.
Somewhere, in another place, in another time, you woke up to clear blue skies, white picket fences, the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, and you heard his laughter mingling with the sweet giggles of two little children.
You hummed pleasantly into your pillow, the sounds of footsteps getting louder and louder until the bedroom door opened. The bed shifted, his heavy weight on you, and your children’s assaulting kisses stealing away your breath and laughter.
Joyful tears brimmed your eyes, your belly aching tremendously from helpless laughter, and your heart at peace as he gazed down at you, his love steadfast and true.
It was almost nine in the morning, but you stayed lounging in bed, surrounded by all that mattered to you. Your children snuggled close to you on either side, your one free hand reached out for his, his hold ever familiar and constant.
His smile mirrored yours, the same devotion in his eyes just like long ago when he took this same hand and whisked you away, running and running until you found your home again at the end of the world.
His thumb caressed yours, his honeyed voice a sweet lullaby. I love you.
And you smiled back. I love you more.
He laughed, surrendering once more to you, always for you.
The past seemed distant, the future too far away. Cradled in the present, in this instance, the world seemed at peace again, and life moved on.
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it takes what it takes / Charles Leclerc
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summary. When you heard Charles was bringing his new girl to you and your friends' annual winter holiday, you decided to bring someone too. That isn’t your boyfriend. But it takes what it takes to make your ex jealous, right? Well, that was something Charles had in mind too.
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a/n. it feels so good to write for Charles again?? This was supposed to be a mix of Is It Over Now? and Last Christmas but I wanted to do something sweet and fun and I really love it??? So I hope you will too 🤍
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“It’s a bad idea.”
You had been thinking that for the whole ride, that’s for sure. But you didn’t realize you were thinking this loud that even your friend could read your mind and say the same thing. You turned to look at Andrew, your ‘date’ for the holiday. A date that was clearly more stressed than you were about the situation.
“It will be fine.” you replied, focused on the road. “You don’t have to do much except being nice and pretend to love me.” you heard him laugh softly to which you replied with a smack on his thigh. “Two hard things to do, I know.”
“You’re not hard to love honey, you’re just not my type.” 
You rolled your eyes. One thing was true, the other was harder to believe. You knew that asking Andrew to come would be easy, you were offering him a free snow holiday with one of his best friends: you. And you knew things couldn’t be awkward between you since there were more chances for him to fall for your ex than for you.
On the other hand, the first part is harder to believe. Especially when your ex broke up with you to “focus on his career” and was now dating someone else. As if his career was to be a serial dater and not a Formula One driver.
When your friends told you Charles would bring his new girl, you couldn’t accept being there by yourself. It would be hard enough to pretend to not be jealous, you couldn’t do that alone. 
So there you were, finally parking in front of the luxurious cabin you all rented with your fake boyfriend.
Andrew was the first to leave the car so he could take your baggage off the boot. When you finally stood next to him, he took your hand in his and kissed it. “Let’s get in here, my sweet jellybean.”
You laughed so loud you probably woke up the neighbourhood. “Ugh, don’t call me that idiot.”
Your exchange was heard by your friend who rushed outside to greet you. It was nice to see them all again. You had some doubt after your breakup with Charles that maybe they would all choose him and forget about you. But there you were with them, feeling loved and appreciated like nothing ever happened. 
Andrew was introduced and played his boyfriend role so perfectly that even you believed it for a minute. 
But just for one single minute. Until Charles came outside too.
It wasn’t like you could have escaped him this year. You saw interviews of him, you were in Monaco when he won. It was hard to see your ex boyfriend everywhere yet you couldn’t contain the pride of seeing succeed.
You didn’t rush to hug him like he didn’t move from the door. You just both acknowledged each other’s presence. You noticed the small smile on his face when he looked at you and for a few seconds, it was enough.
Enough to think you could handle the whole holiday with him.
Enough to forget all the bad things you thought and said about him these past months.
Enough to consider being friends or, maybe more if things came to an end with his girlfriend.
Said girlfriend that ruined everything you had in mind the second she stepped outside.
Not that she did anything bad. She stayed quiet, almost hiding behind him. You were even sure she nodded towards you to say hello. You couldn’t blame her for being arrogant, possessive or mean to you. She didn't do anything wrong.
Charles did.
By simply picking someone that looked exactly like you.
You gave a short look at Andrew that looked as surprised and confused as you were. At least you had the decency to not choose a fake boyfriend that looked like your ex boyfriend.
“We are all finally together!” one of your friends said, putting his arms around you and Andrew’s shoulder.
“For better and for worse.” Andrew whispered to you, to which you replied again with a smack on his back.
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If Andrew played his role to perfection, by always staying by your side and having a hand on you because he knew how much you crave physical affection, you were far from being the best actress in this play.
You spend the first evening noticing every single thing that reminded you of yourself on Charles’ girlfriend. From her hair colour, the way she styled it to her sweater that was the same as one of yours -like did he seriously look at your closet to offer the same? You were convinced Charles did all of that on purpose. Or he really had a type and it was you.
Still, you tried to be nice to her. Because she was a nice girl. But anytime you started a conversation, you just kept noticing more and more things in common with her. And it was driving you mad that Charles not only broke up with you for stupid reasons but was now dating some kind of clone of yourself. 
You tried to analyze their relationship without being creepy but it was harder than you thought.
And being curious doesn’t always bring good things. 
Not when you were so focused on the way Charles and her were acting during the afternoon outside that you didn’t notice the rock under the snow and fell on your knees. Of course, Andrew was living his best life as a passionate skier and wasn’t close enough to help you.
Compared to Charles that saw your fall.
“Are you ok?” he said once he was close enough to help you back on your feet.
You gave him a bad look, do you seriously think I need your help? You thought so loud that you hoped he would hear.
But that would have been terribly ironic considering you almost fell in his arms once you were standing again. “I might have hurt my knee.” you admitted.
You looked down at your legs, reprimanding them for letting you down literally in front of him. “Go meet the others.” you heard him say. You thought he talked to you until you looked up and saw his girlfriend leaving you. Of course, skiing perfectly compared to you. At least that made a difference between you two. “I’m bringing you back to the cabin.” he added
“I can do that by myself.” 
“No, you can’t.” you opened your mouth to reply but he stopped you. “But we can try and see how many times you fall without me. I’ll bet on three before your call for my arms again.” 
These types of squabbles were typical of your relationship. You kept doing that when you were together for every little unserious thing. Mostly because it always ended up with kisses and laughs. Nothing was ever serious with Charles and that’s what you loved the most in your couple. Nothing except your breakup.
“Fine.” you mumbled. When you looked at him, you noticed a little amused smile on his face. You weren’t the only one remembering the good days.
Once inside, Charles helped you sit on the sofa and stretched your leg. But he didn’t seem to leave. Instead, he took off his coat and made himself another coffee. “What are you doing?” you asked, confused.
“Making myself a coffee.”
“No shit Charles, I never would have guessed.” 
“Another stupid question?” he said with a big smile while coming closer to you. The thing is, your “yes” came out of your mouth faster than you thought. And you found yourself trapped in a conversation that you had multiple times in your head since you arrived yesterday. “I’m waiting.” he added when you tried to avoid his eyes.
“Why did you find someone that looks like me?” you finally asked. 
Charles laughed on his coffee, putting some on his sweater. That was far from the question he imagined hearing. But it wasn’t a big surprise either. “She doesn’t even look like you,” he replied. He hid his smile behind his cup. Which wouldn’t have worked if you weren’t that concentrated on your conversation.
“Are you kidding me Charles? This is some kind of Ross and Russ situation in Friends!” but you didn’t get any answer to that except for another laugh from him. So that was it? You were just a joke for him? Someone he wanted to make fun of? You felt your joy and curiosity fall immediately at that revelation. “Why do you do that? Why are you dating someone that looks like me?” you asked in a lower voice.
Charles had left for the kitchen so you missed his expression when he heard you. A strange mix of happiness that you were jealous and sadness that he hurt you, which wasn’t the plan. “I wanted to make you jealous.” 
You turned your head, which caused an immediate neckache. “What the hell are you talking about?” you sighed with your eyes closed. Did it make the pain go away? No.
But it made Charles sit next to you.
“You told everyone how you hated me this year.” He said, looking you right in the eyes.
“You broke up with me.”
“You said so many bad things I thought you wanted me dead.” he laughed.
“Well, you broke up with me.”
“You ignored me the whole year. And don’t say it’s because I broke up with you! Because I know, ok? And I regretted it the moment you left my place.”
Confusion wasn’t strong enough to explain how you felt at that moment. Not when on top of what he said, Charles took your hand in his and started gently rubbing your skin with his thumb. “I was an idiot, ok? I still am for what I know. And I didn’t know what to do to make you realize that maybe you still love me.”
“So you brought your girlfriend here?” you asked in a whisper, like it was some kind of secret nobody had to know about. 
Charles moved his face closer to yours so he could whisper back. “I’m not dating her. And I know you’re not dating Andrew either.”
You felt ridiculous keeping this position to whisper in an empty place like that. But the feeling of finding that you love again was stronger than everything. “What would you have done if I wasn’t jealous?”
“I would have played pretend until I left and accepted that I was the biggest idiot for letting the woman I love go.”  Then a smile grew on his lips. “But it worked, didn’t it?”
“Oh I’m not done with you Charles Marc Hervé…” you started. But you never finished this sentence. Because Charles was quicker to put his lips on yours and kissed you like he always loved to. Softly, with so much love that you could feel it right in your heart. 
That was how you realized that maybe your heart had been switched off this whole year. Because for the first time in months, you felt lighter. Happier. Loved.
And in love, again. 
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amuseoffyre · 2 days ago
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I fell behind with this because I had a lot happening through November and December, but lemme give you a sum up since my last update:
23rd October 2024
Premiere of That Christmas in London - Rhys Darby is present as one of the voice actors. Footage and interviews do not immediately get released. We'll come back to this later.
8th November 2024
DJenks joins bsky and his first post is an OFMD reference, followed by several days of sharing art and memes that are about or connected to the show.
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He also retweeted a script page posted by Samba on twitter the same day:
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12th November 2024
On twitter, he put out a call for a specific fan video and when it was found, shared it on both twitter and bsky with this message:
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22nd-25th November 2024
StarFury's Republic of Pirates convention featuring Rhys, Con, Kristian, Nathan and Vico. Every one of whom was emphatic about how much they would love to go back to the show and some of them even talking about what they would love to see for their characters.
25th-28th November 2024
Con headed to New York for work (and mentioned he would be seeing DJenks to someone as RoP). Rhys and his family also happened to be in NYC as well at the same time. And as I recall, Taika also happened to be there.
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29th November 2024
Interviews from Last Christmas premiere drop, including Rhys making a freudian slip about the name of the film and almost calling it Our Flag Means Death. Then, when asked if he would go back to OFMD if it was done in another format (ie. a film, like Sense8 S3 and/or Good Omens S3), he lit up and enthusiastically confirmed he would. He was not the only one.
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Then apparently he said more to fans after one of his stand-up shows the next night:
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15th December 2024
Nathan reshares an old HBO reel with a crying smiley despite not posting much about OFMD for months.
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Throughout December:
DJenks continues to share and reskeet OFMD fanart and videos
24th December 2024:
DJenks starts sharing a mini OFMD story on bsky and continues across the entire Christmas-into-New-Year week. It can all be seen on bsky here
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1st January 2025
DJenks posts a new year photo in a mudmask:
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This sent fandom into a bit of a tizzy because on January 1st 2024, he posted this image after several days of teasing that S3 was coming (and we knew it was because they were already starting the hiring process for crew in AoNZ):
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This was posted only days before HBO pulled the rug out from under them and everything was cancelled. But same tone, same vibes, only more.
Most especially this got the fandom coming and going because of the three emojis he used: the loveheart face, the purple heart and the unicorn. Especially the purple heart and unicorn emojis he only used in posts specifically about OFMD:
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Throw in the lyrics of the song attached to the IG post, and you can see why things got a bit frothy last night 😅
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It's nice to be clowning again. A little boost to start the new year.
For those not perpetually on the dead bird site, David Jenkins is doing his level best to give fandom collective heart attacks for the past few days.
17th September 2024:
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20th September 2024
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Closely followed by Samba posting this - note the hashtag
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Con O'Neill also shared it on his instagram almost as soon as Jenkins posted. Immediately thereafter #OurFlagMeansDeath and #supnetflix ended up trending, leading to this description of what was happening:
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which gradually turned into:
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22nd September 2024 (just over an hour ago)
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"Would be". Not "would have been".
Needless to say, people are somewhat aflail.
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peachyscenes · 2 days ago
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nine to five | office workers!enhypen x fem!reader
notes: SMUT!! so mdni and proceed with caution/at your own risk! porn with some plot. you 🫵, my dear reader are in fact the same person for the rest of this piece/mini-series (not sorry lol). enhypen are pervs! like freaky pervs! decelis corp is lowkey highkey a sex service company lol. you must really need this job but it's ok because same. not required, but i encourage you all to read part one and two to give them love 🫶🫶
a/n: me when my final for a class was monday the 23rd and christmas eve was tuesday and then christmas was wednesday and now new years is TODAY 😭😭
taglist!: @vixialuvs @chubbypeach2111 @jungwoosbaey
reblogs are appreciated!!
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Welcome to Decelis Corporation! As the new member of the creative department, you're tasked with developing new ideas to help promote the company and bring in new investors! Though the creative department is not as big as the other departments, you and your seven teammates are just as capable and incredibly skilled! Though, no one told you just how skilled they were... And unfortunately you made the mistake of not reading the fine print when signing the contract...
All members are welcome to explore the services provided by Decelis! By signing this contract, you are consenting to every and all services at your own expense (refer to the employee handbook for the list of services)! Please note that services outside of office hours will not count as overtime unless a request has been submitted by the team leader!
Thank you for joining Decelis Corporation! We hope to have you for a while!
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII
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Part III: Jake, Data Entry Clerk
There's a small part of you that can't help but feel smitten whenever Jake comes to you about something. His charms are different from your other coworkers. His smile is infectious and his eyes quite literally sparkled when he asked you to hand some files to Sunghoon before you went on break. Jake Sim is so polite and sweet that you almost never question him.
You're walking into Decelis when you notice that the elevators are down and a couple of people outside of it discussing its condition. Quickly, you seek out the front door receptionist to figure out why.
"They've been acting up since yesterday in the evening. At around 6:00pm I think. The technicians have been working on it early this morning. You'll have to take the stairs." She gives you an apologetic smile, and you can only thank her and return the gesture because at the end you know it's not anyone's fault. Thank goodness your company actually cares. Fortunately, your department is only on the third floor, so while you did have to climb a bit (and shamefully you were absolutely winded), it definitely beats being on the higher floors.
Upon entering your department, you're immediately bombarded with tasks to do (courtesy of Jongseong). You want to complain about how you just got here, but you're suddenly reminded of the last time you ran your mouth to Jay.
Your bum aches at the reminder.
You decide to just listen, so you get settled and begin to work on your files. About an hour goes by when there's a knock on your desk. You look up to be met with Jake's blinding smile.
"Working hard or hardly working?" You sigh and smile back at him.
"I wish it was the latter."
Jake snorts. "Tell me about it." He looks around the office before grabbing a nearby chair and sitting across from you. You look around too, curious as to what he was searching for. You notice that Jay's desk is empty.
"Jay's been on our asses for the last two weeks. I can't believe Heeseung threw us to the slaughter." You giggle at his dramatics. Heeseung had to extend his week for a business trip, meaning that he'd be back next week.
"It's not so bad. He hasn't scolded anyone yet."
"Yet. I bet it's gonna be Riki this time. I noticed that the coffee pot is a quarter away from being empty." You look over to the said individual's desk and lo and behold, a fresh cup next to him.
"To be fair, he, Jungwon, and Sunoo do have a presentation later this afternoon. I guess he's feeling stressed."
Jake shrugs before turning to you once again.
"Speaking of afternoon... how about you and I get lunch together? I saw that didn't bring anything."
"Isn't your lunch an hour before mine?"
Jake nods, but gives no further explanation. He simply smiled, waiting for you to answer him.
"Okay, let's get lunch together."
You never questioned Jake. He was simply charming. Not even when his staring was lingering, or when he'd accidentally brush up against you. He was polite.
It's finally your lunch break when Jake shows up at your desk. There was an email about the elevators finally working, but it's advised that the stairs keep being used. Jake, ever the persuader, said that the elevator was fine.
"Decelis hires the best of the best. Everything will be fine."
You both hadn't even made it off the third floor when there's a stutter in the elevator's movement and then a complete stop. You wait a few seconds, two minutes, when you both decide that the elevator are down. Again.
Jake had called Jongseong to let him know of the situation. You're not in immediate danger, so there's no need to rescue you both, but the wait would be long, mostly likely your whole work day.
"I'll give you both a two day extension for the work, but I would prefer if it got submitted on time." You can hear the annoyance in Jay's voice and it took everything in you to not tell him off. Jake thanks him before hanging up.
"So much for my lunch." You grumble. You lean against the elevator wall, slightly annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Doll."
What?
You whip your head up upon hearing the pet name, and you're met with something different. A smirk.
This Jake is different from your usual one. While his eyes still sparkled, they had a hint of something more mischievous. And his charming smile is replaced with a dangerous expression. One that has you hypnotized.
"It's my fault that we're in this mess. Don't you think?"
"I-I guess..."
Jake closes in on you, and due to the limited space of the elevator, he stands in front of you pretty quickly.
"What if I make it up to you. I'll buy your dinner later. And..."
"And...?" His smirk grows, and you're sure that you just fell in his trap.
"Let me eat your sweet pussy."
It doesn't take much to convince you. A couple kisses here and there and you're letting Jake take off your dress pants before he drops to his knees.
Jake kisses up from your ankle, occasionally licking and nibbling at your skin. He keeps eye contact with you as he makes his way up.
"Heeseung said your pussy is sweet. I've been fantasizing about how you taste since."
"Y-You talked about me?" You feel breathless as he passes your knee and his hair brushes the front of your mound.
"We all do. You're so pretty, how could we not?" He reaches the front of your underwear, and teasingly gives you a kiss on your clothed pussy. Jake gently brings one of your legs up to his shoulder before leaning in to inhale your cunt through your underwear. He lets out a guttural groan, biting his lip and leaning in to give you a tentative lick right above where your clit is.
You feel your heart quickening. Seeing Jake from this angle made you feel something. Something primal and his stupid, pretty doe eyes that somehow still held stars in them did not help. You wanted to see him cry so bad. You wanted big, fat tears to fall from his apple cheeks. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you pull his head back, causing his brows to shoot up and a slight blush to show on his face.
"If you wanna taste, you gotta beg Puppy."
Jake feels his stomach turn at the tone of your voice. It does something to him and he can only let out a whine at the sudden change of roles.
"Can I taste your pussy, Miss?"
"Do you deserve it Pup? You said it was your fault..." You elicit another whine from him. His voice heightens in pitch.
"I didn't know the elevator would go down-!" Another sound, this time a whimper when you tighten your grip in his hair.
"Watch your tone."
"M-M'sorry Miss! Please! Let me taste you! I promise to be good, I promise! Please let me taste your pussy!"
You don't say anything. Instead you move his head to your clothed cunt and press his face against you. He lets out a muffled 'thank you!' before lapping at your cunt, soaking the fabric of your underwear with his saliva. He keeps his hands to his side as he works his tongue on you. Your legs spread further to accommodate to his body that leans more into you. His tongue is warm and long.
You feel him lick what he can and when you look down, his eyes are staring right back at you. You moan when his tongue comes back to where you clit is. Jake slightly pulls back to throw a dollop of spit onto your clothed pussy before diving back in. His eyes roll back when he feels your own slick start to leak through.
He whimpers when you pull him back to see his work. Your folds are sticking to your underwear, making your pussy visible to him. The color of your panties do not help him. You wore white today, so the fabric almost blends in with your cunt, making every crease visible to him.
"Can I please take off your panties Miss?" Jake looks up at you pathetically and you can see his tears begin to form at his waterline.
You pretend to dwell on his question before giving him the okay. Jake's hands shoot up to the sides of your hips, ready to yank your panties down, when you stop him. You take his hands and place them on your thighs.
"M-Miss?"
You smile at him. Your hand cups his cheek, lovingly rubbing the apple of it with your thumb before running your thumb down to his mouth and opening his jaw. You slip your thumb into his mouth and Jake automatically sucks on it. You thrust your thumb into and out for a bit before taking it out. You run your thumb across his lower lip before speaking to him.
"Take them off with your teeth."
Jake doesn't hesitate, and immediately leans in to take your waistband in between his pearly whites. Jake slowly sinks down, tugging your panties off. He makes it to about your knees when you stop him. You gently tug on his hair and pull him back. He lets out another whine, and you can only giggle before leaning down to kiss him on the lips. Jake moans into you, using the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. You thread your hand through his hair you you both kiss. His hands knead your thighs. You break the kiss to speak to him.
"That's enough. You've been so good to me Jakey."
You stand at your full height, taking off your panties before slinging them at him.
"Keep them. You're such a good boy."
You lean back against the wall of the elevator before spreading your legs. Jake immediately goes in and begins to devour you. His previous ministrations have your pussy dripping, his tongue was sliding easily between your folds. You moan when you feel his tongue circling around your clit and sucking on it. You push his face even further into you and Jake moans. His tongue doesn't miss a single inch of your pussy and you moan when you realize just how bad Jake wants you. You keep Jake in place on your cunt and let out another moan as he buries himself, his nose bumping against your clit.
"You love my pussy, right Jakey?"
Jake moans in response as his tongue laps at your hole. The raw taste of you is better than what he imagined and he doesn't think any other taste will satisfy him after this. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing it before delving into it. He thrusts his tongue in and out, feeling just how warm and sweet you were.
No wonder Heeseung and Jay like you so much.
Jake fucks you with his tongue and you feel yourself starting to lose your mind. Your moans begin to get louder and louder. Your legs want to clamp around his head and trap him, but his hands prevent you from doing so. They're rubbing at your thighs so gently, calm. The complete opposite of how his mouth is ruining you. Your chest heaves and before you realize it, you're coming on his tongue. Jake helps you ride out your orgasm, switching between sucking on your clit and licking your folds. A final touch to your clit has you whining and you have to gently push his head away from between your legs.
Your legs feel like jelly when he stands, and had it not been for the arm that wraps around your waist, you would've definitely fallen to the ground. Jake holds you close to him for a moment, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. You're about to ask him if you could help him with his boner when you notice the wet patch at the front of his pants.
Jake looks down and a slight blush appears on his face out of embarrassment.
"I really enjoyed myself."
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jburrgf · 2 days ago
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About you ||| — The Love Trope Series.
“Do you think I have forgotten about you?”
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• pairing: ¡lsu!joe burrow x ¡ex situashionship!reader
° summary: second change trope, college relationships, slow burn love, right person wrong time.
o description: you and joe had a thing months before, but the things ended in a bad way. now, you see yourself stuck in something that requires you to be close to him every single day.
• playlist: About You - The 1975, Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Golding, Like Real People Do - Hoozier, I Bet You Think About Me - Taylor Swift, Called You Again - Lizzy McAlpine, Tolerate It, ImGonnaGetYouBack, Clean - Taylor Swift
PART THREE: I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME
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The fluorescent lights in the classroom buzzed faintly as I slipped into my seat at the back of the room, pulling my hoodie tighter around me, hoping to disappear into the fabric. Mondays were bad enough, but after the party on Saturday, the mere thought of facing the day made me want to crawl back under the covers and stay there.
Especially now, with the nagging suspicion that my life was about to take another unpredictable turn.
The group of students gathered for Media Strategies in Sports was small, a core requirement for my degree, and one of the few that worked directly with LSU’s athletic department. Normally, I loved it—brainstorming campaigns, creating social media content, and pitching ideas to actual professionals. But today, the room felt stifling, like the walls were closing in.
I sank lower into my seat, Maddie, seated beside me, shot me a knowing look.
“Morning, sunshine,” Maddie chirped, sliding into the chair beside me with her usual energy that somehow thrived even at 8 a.m.
I grunted in response, burying my face in the collar of my hoodie.
“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad,” she teased, nudging my arm. “You left before anything interesting happened.”
I shot her a glare, and she held up her hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop. “You’re being dramatic,” she whispered, nudging me with her elbow.
“I’m being cautious,” I muttered, keeping my voice low.
Professor Reynolds entered the room, a stack of papers tucked under his arm. He was a tall, wiry man with a gruff demeanor, but he loved his job. This class was his pride and joy, a hybrid course designed to give students real-world experience working with the university’s rising athletes
The professor, Dr. Reynolds, stood at the front of the room, a stack of papers in his hands and an overly chipper demeanor that felt out of place this early in the week. “Alright, class,” he began, his voice cutting through the low hum of chatter. “As you all know, this semester we’re diving into a hands-on project with the athletic department. Each of you will be paired with an up-and-coming athlete to develop a personalized media strategy. This is a big opportunity—LSU takes its athletics seriously, and these athletes are the faces of the future.”
I already hated this.
“Pairs will be assigned at random,” Reynolds continued, adjusting his glasses. “These are some of LSU’s rising stars, and this is your chance to prove you can handle the pressure.”
Dr. Reynolds began reading off the pairings, his voice steady and matter-of-fact.
“Anna, you’ll be working with Derek Stingley Jr. Jamie, you’ve got Clyde Edwards-Helaire…”
The names blurred together as I stared at my notebook, pretending to take notes. Maybe, just maybe, I’d luck out and get someone I could handle—a name I barely recognized, someone who wouldn’t make me feel like the walls were closing in.
“Justin Jefferson,” Dr. Collins called, glancing up. “Maddie Carter.”
Maddie lit up like a Christmas tree, her grin practically splitting her face. She turned to me, barely able to contain her excitement. “Oh my God, Y/N. Justin Jefferson. Can you believe it?”
“Lucky you,” I said flatly, my heart sinking further.
She didn’t notice, too busy already envisioning her project.
“Y/N L/N,” Professor Hart continued, scanning his list. “You’ll be working with Joe Burrow.”
I didn’t respond, hoping for some kind of cosmic intervention. Reynolds’s gaze found me anyway, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he looked at me.
“Joe Burrow.”
My blood ran cold.
Maddie audibly gasped beside me, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her reaction. I couldn’t even look at her. Instead, I ducked lower into my hoodie, practically melting into my chair.
My heart plummeted.
Maddie turned to me, her eyes wide. “Oh no.”
The words hit me like a freight train, and my body instinctively tensed. My heart sank, my pulse quickening as the room seemed to close in around me.
I slid further into my hoodie, wishing the fabric could swallow me whole.
“Of all the people,” I muttered, my voice muffled.
I didn’t respond, instead pulling my hoodie up over my head and practically disappearing into the fabric. My face burned as the rest of the class murmured, a few curious glances thrown my way.
Maddie leaned closer, her voice low. “Y/N, this is fine. It’s fine. You can handle this.”
I peeked out from the safety of my hoodie, glaring at her. “This is not fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re overreacting. It’s just Joe.”
“Exactly,” I hissed. “It’s Joe.”
Before she could respond, Dr. Reynolds clapped his hands together, pulling the class’s attention back to him. “Remember, this project is about collaboration. You’ll be working closely with your athlete all semester, so make sure to establish good communication from the start. Now, if there are no questions, class is dismissed.”
I stayed rooted in my seat as everyone began gathering their things, my mind racing. There was no way I could do this.
Maddie stood and slung her bag over her shoulder, leaning down to whisper, “Go talk to him. Maybe he’ll switch you with someone.”
“That’s the plan,” I muttered, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I shot her a point and Maddie shrugged. I waited until the room had cleared out, then made my way to the front where Dr. Reynolds was organizing his notes.
“Professor?” I said hesitantly.
He looked up, offering a kind smile. “Yes, Y/N?”
I shifted awkwardly, clutching my notebook to my chest. “About the project… I was wondering if there was any chance I could switch partners.”
His brow furrowed, and he set his papers down. “Switch partners? Is there a specific reason why?”
I hesitated, my mind scrambling for a professional-sounding excuse. “I just think… maybe someone else would be a better fit. Joe and I… we don’t really have a lot in common, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to… um, connect with him the way someone else might.”
Dr. Reynolds studied me for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “Y/N, part of this project is about stepping outside your comfort zone. Learning to work with different personalities is a crucial skill in this field. Joe Burrow is one of the most promising athletes at LSU right now, and I believe you’re more than capable of handling this assignment.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he held up a hand. “I understand this might feel challenging, but I’m confident it’ll be a valuable experience for you. Give it a shot, and if there are any real issues, we can revisit this conversation later in the semester.”
“Right,” I said weakly. “Of course.”
“Besides,” he added with a small smile, “working with someone like Joe is an incredible opportunity. I’m sure you’ll do great.”
I forced a tight smile, nodding as I backed toward the door. “Thanks, Dr. Reynolds. I’ll, uh, do my best.”
As I turned to leave, Maddie was waiting just outside the door, her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face.
“Well?” she asked.
“No luck,” I grumbled, pulling my hoodie back up.
She shrugged, looping her arm through mine as we walked down the hallway. “See? The universe wants you two to work this out.”
I groaned, leaning my head against her shoulder. “You’re not helping.”
She laughed, giviI glared at her. “This isn’t funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” she replied, linking her arm through mine as we started walking. “Come on, Y/N. You’ll survive. He’s just a guy. A very cute guy who just so happens to be your ex, but still—just a guy.”
But as we walked across campus, her words felt far from reassuring. Because deep down, I knew this wasn’t just about the project—or about Joe. It was about the way he still made me feel, no matter how hard I tried to forget.
“You’ll thank me later.”
I groaned, pressing my hands to my face. “Why do I feel like this is going to be a disaster?”
“Because you’re overthinking it,” she said, looping her arm through mine. “Come on. Let’s grab lunch. You’re gonna crush this project, and if he tries to make it weird, I’ll personally set Justin Jefferson on him.”
Despite myself, I laughed. Maddie always had a way of making things feel just a little bit lighter.
But as we walked out of the building, I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in my chest. Joe Burrow wasn’t just any project partner. And no matter how much Maddie tried to convince me otherwise, I knew this was going to be anything but simple.
“When are you guys going to meet?” Maddie asked me, walking by my side down the streets of the campus. We were doing our way to Malone’s.
“Probably still this week. Joe has the hardest schedule, but I know he has some free days this week. I kinda Remember.”
Maddie gave me a quick look, but she didn’t say a word. And it was ok, cause I know her enough to know what 's going on in her mind. And it was the same way with her: she knew what was going on my mind right now.
"You are not going to do that," she told me, as if her demand would change something I had already decided in my mind.
I didn’t answer, my mind already spinning with ideas to get out of this. There had to be a way to switch partners. Maybe Jamar could help me—he was Joe’s best friend, and I’d worked with him before — kinda met him when I was with Joe. He was always good at reading Burrow, especially. Maybe, just maybe, he’d pull some strings for me, cause I know that half of the girls from my class would kill to be paired with Joseph Lee Burrow.
I pulled out my phone, dialing Jamar’s number quickly. The phone rang once, twice...
“Yo, Y/N, what’s up?” Jamar’s voice came through the speaker, relaxed but friendly.
“Hey, Jamar,” I said, trying to sound casual but feeling the anxiety creep in. “Look, I need a huge favor. You know that media project for class, right?”
“Yeah, I’m in that class too. You got paired up with someone tough?” He asked me. “I wasn’t in the class today, got early practice this morning.”
“Well,” I hesitated, glancing over at Maddie who was watching me curiously, “I got paired with Joe.”
There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Jamar laughed. “Oh, man. That’s gonna be fun.”
I didn’t share his enthusiasm. “I don’t want to work with him, Jamar. It’s... it’s complicated, you know? Any chance you can make a switch for me? Just... I don’t know, talk to the professor or someone? Talk to the girl that got you!”
Maddie, still walking beside me, leaned in with a mischievous grin. “You’re not seriously asking Jamar to pull strings, are you?”
I shot her a glare, but she just laughed, clearly knowing what I was about to do.
On the phone, Jamar chuckled again. “I get it, I get it. But nah, I can’t really do that. You two gotta work it out. Besides, Joe’s a good dude. You’ll be fine.”
I felt my shoulders slump. “You’re not helping here, Jamar.”
“Hey, I’m just saying, you’ve got this,” he replied, his tone warm but firm. “But you’ll need to face it at some point, right? Might as well be now.”
I groaned, my frustration mounting. “You’re all against me, huh?”
“Not against you, just keeping it real,” Jamar said, laughing lightly. “But look, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, you’ll have some good stories to tell after, right?”
I wasn’t ready to accept that yet, but before I could say anything else, Maddie swiped the phone from my hand, holding it to her ear before I could protest.
“Chase! It’s Maddie. We’re going to Malone’s now, you in?” she said, all casual and confident.
“Maddie!” I protested, grabbing at her, but she pulled the phone further from me.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. You need to face Joe,” Maddie continued to Jamar, ignoring my complaints. “We’re going to make sure you do, and I’ll be there to back you up. You’ll be fine.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Maddie just gave me that look—the one that told me she wasn’t about to let me off the hook.
Jamar’s voice came through the phone again. “Malone’s, huh? Yeah, sure, I’ll swing by. Should be a good time.”
Maddie grinned at me. “See? Jamar’s in. Now you just have to deal with the whole Joe thing, and we’ll all go get a drink. It’ll be a good distraction. You’re welcome.”
I sighed, defeated, knowing she was right. There was no avoiding Joe, and it seemed like I wasn’t going to get out of this project. “Fine,” I muttered, sinking into the nearest bench. “But you’re buying me a drink tonight, Maddie. I’m gonna need it.”
Maddie smiled, her arm linking through mine. “Deal. But remember, you’re facing your ex like an adult. No running away this time.”
I rolled my eyes, but there was no escaping it now. "You’re relentless, you know that?"
She just winked. "That’s why you love me."
[…]
The atmosphere at Malone’s was a mix of low chatter, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. It was the kind of place where everyone on campus went to blow off steam, whether it was for a burger or a beer. Maddie, Jamar, and I had been sitting at one of the wooden booths for over an hour, nursing drinks and nibbling on fries while we talked about the media class project.
Jamar had been surprisingly helpful, giving me tips on how to navigate the project with Joe—though he seemed to enjoy teasing me about it at every opportunity. Maddie, as always, was in her element, sipping on her drink and chiming in with her unsolicited (but not entirely unwelcome) advice.
“I’m just saying,” Jamar said, leaning back in his chair. “Joe’s not that bad to work with. Once you get past his, you know... personality.”
I shot him a look. “Oh, you mean his stubbornness? His perfectionism? His tendency to completely ignore other people’s input?”
Jamar grinned. “Exactly.”
Before I could retort, the door swung open, and in walked Justin Jefferson. His easy confidence turned a few heads as he made his way toward our table, spotting us immediately.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is," Jamar greeted, sliding over to make room for him. "What’s up, Justin?"
Justin slid into the seat directly across from Maddie, his eyes flicking to her before settling on the rest of us.“Not much. Just got out of a meeting with Coach. You know how it is." Justin said, His eyes flicked to her drink. “You already started without me?”
Maddie smirked, raising her glass. “You’re late. That’s on you.”
Justin chuckled, settling in as if he’d been there the whole time.
Maddie perked up immediately, smiling at Justin as if the rest of us had disappeared. "Hey, did you see the assignment? I got paired with you for the project."
Justin leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "Yeah, I saw that. Guess we’ll be spending a lot of time together, huh?" His tone was casual, but the way he looked at Maddie made it clear he wasn’t just talking about work.
I couldn’t help but smile a little at their interaction. It was nice to see Maddie’s confidence in action, even if I wanted to shrink into my hoodie at the mere thought of working with Joe.
Justin turned his attention to me after a moment, his eyebrows raising. "So, who’d you get stuck with, Y/N?"
I hesitated, glancing at Maddie and Jamar for support. Maddie was quick to jump in. "She got Joe," she said with a grin, as if this were the most entertaining development of her week.
Justin’s eyes widened slightly, his smile turning into something more curious. "Wait, Joe Joe? As in, Joe Burrow? Your Joe Burrow? Didn’t you two have a thing?”
“He’s not my Joe,” I said quickly, my face heating up.
Jamar chuckled, and Maddie smirked into her drink, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
“It was a long time ago,” I muttered, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
Justin leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. “Man, this just keeps getting better.”
“Look,” Jamar said, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m just saying, if you don’t want to work with Joe, you better have a solid plan. Dude’s serious about this stuff when it comes to football, and he’s not gonna let you off easy.”
I groaned, stirring my drink with the straw. “It’s not about him being serious. It’s about—”
“History,” Maddie interrupted with a sly smirk. “We all know the elephant in the room.”
I shot her a glare, but Jamar chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. History aside, you’ll be fine. Just keep it professional. Joe’s not the type to hold grudges.”
Before I could come up with a response, Jamar’s phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, his face lighting up when he saw the name on the screen. “Speak of the devil,” he said with a smirk. “It’s Joe,” Jamar announced, holding up the screen for us to see.
“Put it on speaker,” Justin said immediately, leaning forward with interest.
“No, don’t—” I started, but it was too late. Jamar had already hit the speaker button and placed the phone in the middle of the table.
“Yo, Joe, what’s up?” Jamar said.
“Hey, man,” Joe’s voice came through the phone, low and steady. “I just got out of practice. What’s up with this project? Do you know who I’m paired with yet?”
Maddie and Justin exchanged glances, their eyes twinkling with amusement. I sank deeper into my seat, pulling my hoodie over my head in a futile attempt to hide.
“Not yet, huh?” Jamar replied, grinning at me. “Man, you’re gonna love this one.”
Joe groaned on the other end of the line. “I swear, if it’s someone who doesn’t take this seriously, I’m gonna lose it.”
“Don’t worry,” Jamar said, his voice full of mock reassurance. “Your partner’s... super dedicated. Really invested.”
Maddie coughed, barely stifling her laughter. Justin was no better, leaning forward with his hand over his mouth to muffle his amusement.
Joe sighed. “Great. Anyway, where are you? I’m starving.”
“We’re at Malone’s,” Jamar said casually. “You should swing by.”
There was a pause before Joe replied. “Alright, be there in ten.”
When the call ended, the table fell into a quiet buzz of excitement. Justin leaned forward, his gaze flicking between Maddie and me. “This just got a whole lot more interesting.”
I shot him a look, then turned to Maddie. “You’re not helping.”
Maddie shrugged, clearly unbothered. “I told you, you need to face him. Now’s your chance.”
I glared at Jamar. “Why did you invite him?”
“Because,” he said, leaning forward with a grin, “I live for the drama.”
Maddie nudged me. “Relax, Y/N. It’s just Joe. You’ll be fine.”
I didn’t respond, my mind racing as I tried to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen.
A few minutes later, the door swung open again, and there he was. He looked like he’d just come from practice, a hoodie slung over his shoulders, hair slightly disheveled, but his sharp gaze swept over the room like he was always in control.
I froze in my seat, trying to shrink into the background as his eyes roamed over the tables.
“Oh, this is going to be good,” Justin muttered under his breath, leaning forward with a smirk.
Jamar casually waved him over. “Yo, Joe, over here!”
Joe’s head turned toward the sound of Jamar’s voice, and then his eyes landed on me. He stopped mid-step.
He froze when he saw me.
His gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The noise, the people, the world—it all disappeared as we stared at each other.
Joe walked over slowly, his expression carefully neutral, but I could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes as he took the empty seat directly across from me.
“Sup,” Joe greeted. The space felt smaller now, the table between us an insignificant barrier.
“Hey, man,” Jamar said with a grin, clearly enjoying the tension that had settled over the table.
Joe’s gaze flicked briefly to Maddie, then Justin, before landing back on me. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his voice neutral, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of something—surprise, maybe.
Justin, ever the instigator, wasted no time. “So, Joe, you know who your partner is for the big marketing project yet?”
Joe frowned slightly, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Not yet. They haven’t told me.”
“Oh, really?” Jamar said, feigning surprise. “Man, that’s weird. I thought for sure you’d know by now.”
Maddie stifled a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. I shot her a glare, but she just winked at me.
Joe glanced at Jamar, then at Justin, and finally back at me. His expression shifted subtly, realization dawning as he pieced it together. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the rest of the table seemed to fade away.
“You’re kidding,” he said, his voice low and edged with disbelief.
I looked down at the table, suddenly fascinated by the condensation on my glass. “Nope,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Not kidding.”
Joe let out a quiet, humorless laugh, leaning back in his chair. “Of course.”
Justin chuckled, clearly enjoying the drama. “This just got a whole lot more interesting.”
Joe ignored him, his focus entirely on me. “So, it’s you,” he said, his tone unreadable.
“It’s me,” I replied, finally meeting his gaze.
The air between us felt heavy, the unspoken history lingering like a storm cloud. Maddie broke the tension with a cheerful, overly chipper tone.
“See? This will be great! You two already know each other. It’s a head start!”
Joe shot her a look, and she just shrugged innocently.
Jamar leaned forward, grinning. “Come on, Joe. Don’t look so worried. Y/N’s great to work with. She’ll probably carry you through the whole project.”
Joe didn’t respond immediately, his eyes never leaving mine. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, quieter. “Yeah. We’ll see.”
Maddie cleared her throat loudly, cutting through the tension. “Alright, this is officially too much brooding for one table. Jamar, let’s order another round, yeah?”
Joe leaned forward slightly, his attention still on me, even as Jamar and Maddie launched into a debate about appetizers. “We should figure out a schedule for the project,” he said, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
“Yeah,” I replied, my throat dry.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he added, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Fine.”
Maddie shot him a look, then turned to Joe. “Look, it’s just a project. You’ll survive.”
Joe didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still on me. There was something in his expression I couldn’t quite place—like he was trying to figure out how to handle the situation without making it worse.
“Yeah,” he said finally, his tone resigned. “I guess we don’t have a choice.”
“Exactly,” Maddie said, her voice overly cheerful. “It’s gonna be fine. Right, Y/N?”
I forced a tight smile. “Sure. Fine.”
Joe’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he reached for the menu in front of him, clearly ready to change the subject. But the tension lingered, thick and unspoken, as we all sat there pretending this wasn’t as uncomfortable as it actually was.
Jamar, of course, seemed determined to make things worse. “Hey, Joe,” he said, grinning. “Remember that time we talked about working with people you had... history with? Funny how life works, huh?”
Joe shot him a glare, and I kicked Jamar under the table, but he just laughed, unfazed.
Joe nodded once, then glanced at Jamar. “You’re paying for my drink, by the way.”
Maddie leaned over to whisper, “You’re doing great, sweetie,” and I resisted the urge to groan.
Jamar laughed, but the awkwardness didn’t fade. I knew this project was going to be a challenge, but sitting across from Joe now, with all the unresolved tension hanging in the air, I realized just how difficult it was going to be.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The awkwardness, the stares, the weight of his presence—it was all too much. Pushing my chair back, I stood abruptly.
“I need some air,” I said, not waiting for a response as I made my way toward the door.
Behind me, I could hear Maddie murmuring something to Joe, probably trying to smooth things over. But I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.
The cool evening air hit my face as I stepped outside, my breath shaky as I tried to collect myself. Working with Joe was going to be harder than I thought.
I leaned against the brick wall outside Malone’s, the faint buzz of conversation and clinking glasses filtering through the door behind me. The cool air helped calm the heat rising in my chest, but it didn’t quiet my thoughts.
What were the odds of being paired with Joe? It felt like the universe was playing some cruel joke on me, forcing me to confront something I wasn’t ready to face.
The reality of it settled in my chest like a stone, making it hard to breathe. I shouldn’t have reacted like that—I knew it. But seeing him, sitting across from me, brought back everything I’d tried so hard to bury.
The door behind me creaked open, and I turned my head slightly, expecting Maddie.
Instead, Jamar stepped out, his usual easy grin replaced by something softer, almost concerned.
“Hey,” he said, leaning against the wall beside me.
Hey,” he said, leaning against the wall beside me.
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look unaffected. “Hey.”
For a moment, neither of us said anything. The quiet between us was heavy, filled with everything I wasn’t ready to admit.
“You okay?” Jamar finally asked, his voice low.
I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fixed on the parking lot in front of us. “I’m fine.”
“Come on, Y/N,” he said, tilting his head to catch my gaze. “I’m not Maddie—I know when someone’s not fine.”
I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. Jamar wasn’t the kind of guy who pried, but he also didn’t let people off the hook easily.
“It’s just… a lot,” I admitted quietly, my fingers gripping the sleeves of my jacket.
He nodded, like he’d expected that answer. “Yeah, I figured. That’s why I came out here.”
He gave a slight nod, his face serious again. “Just don’t shut us out, alright? If you need to talk or need a distraction, we’re here.” He glanced back toward the door of Malone’s, then added, “Joe left, by the way. Said something about needing to clear his head. I think you both just need some space.”
I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or frustrated. Joe leaving only added to the uncertainty swirling inside me. “I guess that’s for the best,” I muttered, pushing myself off the wall. “I don’t know how much more I can handle right now.”
“Yeah, he’s complicated like that,” Jamar continued, his tone light, but his eyes were sharp, watching me closely. “He pretends he’s all chill and collected, but deep down? He’s just as messed up about this as you are.”
I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “That’s comforting.”
Jamar bumped my shoulder lightly, his grin returning. “Hey, I’m just saying—he’s not some robot. You’re not the only one feeling weird about this.”
I didn’t respond, the weight of his words settling over me.
Jamar studied me for a moment, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I get that. I do. But listen, you don’t have to do this alone. You’ve got Maddie, and you’ve got me. And if you need me to keep Joe in check, I got you.” He smirked lightly, trying to lighten the mood. “He may be a little too quiet for his own good, but I’ll make sure he doesn’t make things awkward for you. And honestly, Joe’s not as scary as you think.”
“Debatable,” I muttered, earning a chuckle from him.
“Fair,” he said, stepping away from the wall. “But seriously, don’t let this eat you up. You’re tougher than you give yourself credit for.”
I watched as he walked back toward the door, pausing with his hand on the handle. “Oh, and Maddie’s probably in there plotting how to cheer you up, so brace yourself.”
Despite everything, I smiled. “Thanks, Jamar.”
He winked before disappearing back inside, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and a small, fleeting sense of hope.
As Jamar started to head back inside, I stayed a moment longer, trying to steady myself. I knew I couldn’t run away from this forever. Sooner or later, I was going to have to face Joe. And when that time came, I hoped I’d be able to handle it without letting everything fall apart.
But for now, I took a deep breath, and when I walked back through the door of Malone's, it felt like stepping back into a world where the past was waiting to meet me.
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new year’s day | quinn hughes x musician!reader
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♫ summary: quinn and y/n wrap up their trip in new jersey and head back to vancouver for the holidays. they host a party for new year’s.
♫ pairing: quinn hughes x reader
♫ content: fluff
♫ word count: 1.9
♫ warnings: none
♫ note: surprise! part 5
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“y/n, you’re my favorite girl that quinn has dated.”
“that many?”
“no, but you’re certainly the best.”
“thanks, ellen.”
“can i give you some wisdom?”
“i’m all ears.”
“raising kids is a big responsibility. everything you do affects who the child grows up to be. you feed them, clean them, dress them, carry them, until they don’t need you to do that. but, no matter what, they always need you to love them. when they get old enough, they need someone else to love them as well. someone who loves them unconditionally. and you learn that your child can be as happy as they were when they were seven and didn’t have to work and pay taxes.”
“that is wise.”
“you’re that person for quinn, y/n. when he’s with you, that boy smiles as much as he did when he got to skate on a pond during recess.”
“really?”
“ear to ear.”
ellen leaned over to hug y/n. “i’m so blessed to have a daughter like you.”
“i’m just quinn’s girlfriend,” y/n said, wiping away a stray tear.
“please keep taking care of my boy.”
☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆
“bye, jack. bye, lukey.”
luke pulled y/n into a bear hug, his chin on her head. he was crying. “don’t leave.”
“i have to, lukey. quinn would be sad if i stayed.”
“you’re the best sister ever.”
“aw, rusty, don’t make me cry.”
“sorry.”
quinn cleared his throat. “luke, i kinda need my girlfriend back.”
“bye, lukey.”
“see ya, y/n.”
☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆
quinn finished putting the last of the suitcases in the trunk of the taxi, then slid into the backseat next to y/n.
“you good, babe?” he just leaned against her, head slumped on her shoulder. his fingers entwined with hers. he squeezed her hand once, twice, and a third time.
“quinn?”
“i love you.”
“i love you too.”
“you’re mine, right?”
“of course, quinny. i love you.”
“’m tired.”
“me too.”
“gonna sleep now. night night.”
“goodnight, my handsome man.”
he fell asleep on her shoulder, snoring gently. she ran a hand through his hair, her fingers tangling in his locks.
“all tuckered out, huh?”
quinn said nothing, as he was asleep.
it had been a fun trip. jack and luke greeted y/n with open arms, as did jim and ellen. they went to dinner, the mall, even played mini golf. it was the perfect christmas. quinn had gotten her her dream trumpet, the yamaha platinum. she was still in shock over that. it was her dream trumpet like a bugatti might be someone’s dream car. a dream, a very expensive dream. a $125k solid platinum top of the line dream. when she mentioned the price, he just shrugged and said, “there’s nothing i wouldn’t pay to see you smile.”
“baby, we’re home.”
quinn sputtered awake. she paid the driver while he got the bags from the trunk.
“thank you!”
they walked hand in hand into the building. as soon as they were in the elevator, y/n collapsed in quinn’s arms.
“you’re so warm. teddy bear.”
“do i prefer that or huggy bear?”
“my bear.”
he rubbed her back as she buried her face in his chest. “i’m your bear, huh?”
“so cuddly.”
“c’mon angel, let’s get inside.”
she unlocked the door to their apartment. quinn set their bags down by the door and hugged y/n.
“please don’t leave.”
“i’m not leaving.”
☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆
“morning, quinny.”
“morning, angel.”
he pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. “you’re so beautiful.”
“i have a bedhead!”
“don’t care. gorgeous.”
“you simp.”
“for my amazing w- girlfriend? of course.”
they laid there in perfect silence, with the morning sun sifting through the blinds.
“ready for tonight?”
he groaned. “do we have to?”
“yes, quinn. you’re a captain and i’m a principal.”
“what if we say i got sick?”
“you want tocchet to think you’re sick?”
“oh, you’re so right. how did i find such a smart girl?”
“i ask myself that too.”
she stood up, stepping into her slippers.
“where are you going?”
“we’re hosting a party, quintin. excuse me for wanting to decorate.”
“but i want cuddles.”
“you can get cuddles once the apartment looks nice.”
“you’re evil.”
“c’mon, big guy,” she said, pulling him out of bed.
“coffee, then decorating.”
“i’ll allow it.”
quinn went into the closet to find a shirt. y/n went to the kitchen to make coffee. her type a self made sure the apartment was always clean, so the only task today was decorating. but that could wait. breakfast with her quinn always takes priority.
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it was 7:30pm and y/n was stressed, to say the least. the apartment had been decorated with black and gold, balloons were strewn around the living room. there was a little photo station and a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. she had set up little candles on the table. confetti poppers had been purchased, as had rosé and champagne.
“quinn, how do i look?”
“stunning.”
“you say that every time!”
“it’s true! you’ve never looked bad!”
“quinn, we’re about to have all of our colleagues here. i need an honest answer.”
quinn just stared. she did look stunning. her hair was styled in soft waves, her lips painted a deep wine red. her lashes were long and thick and her eyelids were a warm gold. her black dress hugged her just right, the skirt flowing and swishing.
“you look great.”
“great isn’t good enough.”
“angel, you look phenomenal. i can’t describe with words how good you look. i know you don’t believe me, but seriously, would i lie to you? about this?”
“no.”
“exactly. you look beautiful. i’m very lucky to call you mine.”
“thanks, quinn. i needed that.”
“anytime.”
he puts his hands on her waist and leaned in for a kiss, only for her to push him away.
“need the lipstick to stay intact.”
“but we need to practice for midnight.”
“i can’t say no to those eyes.”
“so don’t.”
she leaned in and kissed him. “i love you, quinn.”
“i love you too.”
they stayed in their embrace for about ten minutes, until guests started arriving. members of the vso and the canucks filed into the apartment, excited for a night of fun.
what a magical night it was. drinks were flowing, music was blaring, y/n had to run to the store to buy more film for her polaroid, fireworks could be seen just out the window.
y/n came back inside, with a few boxes of film. she set them over by the photo booth and tried to find quinn in the crowd. then, she heard his laugh. that gorgeous laugh. the laugh she could recognize anywhere. quinn’s laugh. he was standing with petey by the shelves. he had a glass of champagne in hand and was grinning like an idiot.
he quickly abandoned petey once he made eye contact. his cheeks were flushed and he stumbled like a fawn as he walked to y/n.
“heyyy gorgeuos.”
“hi, quinn.”
“you knoww my nmae?”
“of course i do.”
“yuo got a man?”
“yes, i do.”
“he deos’nt haev to know.”
“quinn, you’re drunk.”
“no, im qiunn.”
nora and kennedy came over to y/n, also drunk. “y/n, it’s almost midnight!”
“good. loverboy here is up past his bedtime.”
“quinn, how many fingers am i holding up?” nora asked. quinn waved at her.
“what time is it?”
“11:58”
time seemed to slow down a little, letting y/n think. what a crazy year it had been. it didn’t feel like she’d been with quinn for that long. they met in the spring. she was his girlfriend when he got the norris. she was his girlfriend for training camp. she was his girl at the home opener and the season’s beginning. she was there, snuggling him before morning skate and he was there, backstage with flowers. every loss, every wrong note, every morning and midnight, they were there. when he got high sticked, she was ready with love and her famous cookies. when he got ejected, she emailed tausk and was on the next flight to ottowa. every high and low, every smile and frown. each missed shot and each high note.
and there was no one else she’d rather share that with.
the clock struck 12:00 and quinn leaned in, placing a sloppy, drunk kiss on her lips. it was the sweetest, most romantic thing he could’ve done.
“i lvoe you, y/n.”
“i love you too.”
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y/n woke up in quinn’s arms, his warm chest pressed flush against her back.
“good morning, quinny.”
“good morning, angel.”
“you’re so warm.”
“can’t let you freeze.”
“did you have fun last night?”
“i think i did. can’t remember anything.”
“yeah, cause you were drunk.”
“that bad?”
“quinn, you asked if i had a boyfriend.”
“oh.”
“then said he didn’t have to know.”
“i guess it’s good that you didn’t cheat on me with drunk me.”
“you’re so silly.”
he kissed her, his lips soft and inviting.
“c’mon romeo, let’s go clean.”
“do we have to?”
“wanna do it later?”
he looked away.
“exactly. c’mon.”
they stumbled out of bed together and went into the living room. there was glitter and confetti left over from the poppers. at some point in the night, the (extinguished) candles had fallen off the table, smearing wax on the hardwood. polaroids were scattered near the photo station. y/n squatted down and picked one up. it was her and quinn, kissing like the rest of the world didn’t exist. at the bottom, in quinn’s messy scrawl was a heart with both of your initials.
she turned to quinn, who was picking up the empty bottles that had moved throughout the apartment.
“baby, come look at this.”
he came over and knelt down next to her. “you look so happy.”
“why wouldn’t i be?”
“true.”
he shifted so he was only on one knee. “i love you, y/n.”
“i love you too, quinn.”
“no, y/n, i love you.”
“i love you too.”
he pulled a small velvet box out from the pocket of his sweatpants. “i figured now’s a good a time as any.”
“quinn…”
“y/n, you’ve been with me for so much. with so much changing, you’re my biggest constant. i knew from the moment i read your name in the concert program that i loved you, and that gets reaffirmed every day. i’ve never met anyone who loves me quite like you do. no one who snuggles me in the mornings like you do, no one who kisses me like you do. other girls i’ve been with kissed me like a job, you kiss me like i’m your respirator. my brothers call you their sister. my parents call you their daughter. and i want to call you my wife, if you’ll have me.”
“quinn, are you serious?”
“so serious.”
“yes, of course, i’ll marry you!”
he slid the ring onto her finger and hugged her. they fell to the floor in a shower of giggles and kisses.
“i love you, y/n.”
“i love you, quinn.”
“i love you so much.”
“i love you more.”
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DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE FIC RECS (PART II)
a rec collection of my fave logan and/or wade x reader fics - please give these writers some love! ❤️💛
(these recs are in addition to this post - I intended to combine them but I hit my link limit on the first!)
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LOGAN HOWLETT X READER
— a mouse christmas by @guiltyasdave
Before Christmas, you and Logan have an unexpected house guest.
— cardinal by @danidrabbles
At the edge of the world, someone from another keeps you from stepping off.
— come on into my bed with me (i know you want to) by @sceletaflores
you can't sleep, logan left his door open…
— dirty little secret by @silverskyeline
logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself. 
— don't mind me by @/moonlight-prose
you refused to admit that you were smitten with the man who melted your otherwise intelligent mind. you were however…horrible with subtlety. luckily the same could be said for him.
— guard dog by @/elflutters
Nobody would believe how his masculine bravado fell as he let you take control. They didn’t notice how you could dismiss him with a nod of your head, how he would immediately back down from a fight if you told him to drop it. Like a dog with a bone. That’s the thing about Logan. He is protective like a guard dog is  protective. And he is submissive like a guard dog is submissive. Oh, you so enjoy training him.
— i could play the doctor (i could cure your disease) by @sceletaflores
it’s been another six months, and logan needs your help…
— in every lifetime by @pedroscurls
you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds?
— kinktober 2024 by @avocado-writing
— kinktober 2024 by @robo-writing
Logan’s got hundreds of years of experience under his belt, and somehow you manage to match him blow for blow.
— manhandle by @embbarnes
Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.
— nameless as a river undiscovered underground by @/moonlight-prose
his leather jacket remained a tie between your love and his. the weight of it, the smell of your intertwined scents, all revolved around a relationship he never thought would happen.
— of flesh and bone by @cavillscurls
logan just can’t bring himself to kill a pretty thing like you—even when he’s starving.
— slippin' and slidin' all over you! by @/sceletaflores
logan forgot to fix the ac…
— the animal in the cage by @/silverskyeline
you return each week to watch the stranger in the cage, desire swirling in your mind. there's no way he'd ever look at you too. . . right?
— trapped lies by @wlwloverwrites
Logan has a very hard time hearing the words “I love you.”
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OLD MAN LOGAN X READER
— come undone by @nymphoniah
— dust to dust by @/moonlight-prose
when the days are long and he's grown weary of everything, he knows he can find his peace in your body. that is until he brings a whole new understanding to the belt buckle that sits proudly on his waist.
— makeup sex with old man logan by @rqnarok
— my girl by @moonlitbirdie
Logan comes home after a scuffle and you clean him up. He finds a way to thank you.
— my man by @/silverskyeline
he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on.
— runaway bride by @pedroscurls
on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal.
— smoke and ash by @/moonlight-prose
cigar smoke trailed after him with every step, his mouth always desperate for something to wet, something to bite down on. and you with the match between your teeth indulged him every which way.
— twin flames by @/elflutter
Logan wasn’t shy about his thing for pain. He should have known you would like it too. When pain is your only companion, when it can’t even give you the mercy of death, you learn to master it. To love it.
— when things turn green again by @lubdubology
Hoping to mend the pain of your broken heart and bury the memory of your failed marriage, you turn towards the woods. A cabin was left in your name and it’s the exact distraction you were looking for. What you didn’t anticipate is meeting a quiet, ruggedly handsome man along the way who helps you heal.
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LOGAN HOWLETT X WADE WILSON
— number one fan by @/silverskyeline
rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong?
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LOGAN HOWLETT X READER X WADE WILSON
— angel of the morning by @/moonlight-prose
wade has a proposition to offer: he will sit quietly (a complete lie) as logan shows him how fucking you properly is done. only it's not up to logan...it's up to you. his sweet angel of the morning.
— she's your daddy by @/elflutters
— woo, my baby's got me all mixed up! by @/sceletaflores
wade gets to whiskin’ (and logan’s there too)…
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if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕
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