#it’s a good thing they don’t work together I don’t think the world can handle their combined pettiness egos and hater activity

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Megastar activities include fighting, making out, and harassing Ratchet

[butteryunlikelylady]

it was never my life to live and he didn’t fall for the real me… he fell for an accessory and thought he could just change the label while things stayed the same

[bunni-v1]

Lighter NSFW Headcannons

🍓Hello lovelies! I managed to get this done. I do apologize if it feels rushed or anything near the end. It was getting so long, and I didn't want to write so much I had nothing else to talk about. I hope you enjoy it regardless! Love you all <3

TW: Nsfw (duh); Rough sex (alluded to)

Info: Lighter x Reader; NSFW

-There’s a lot of contention on whether or not Lighter is a virgin, and as much as I love the idea of sloppy awkward virgin Lighter… there’s just no fucking way. Look at him.

-He fucked around a lot when he was younger, it just kind of lines up with that cocky, overconfident leader vibe he alludes to a lot. Sure, he’s more responsible than most others, but I can’t imagine a world in which he hadn’t messed around at least a little.

-All that to say, he hasn’t had sex in a really long time. Like, the last time he was with anyone was before entering the underground fighting ring. It's been a minute for our poor old sap.

-It’s not like he really has much want for sex either. After joining the Sons of Calydon he didn’t trust anyone enough to handle him in such a vulnerable state, and there’s not anyone he’d want to sleep with around anyway. (Certainly not any of the girls, they’re too much like family for that.)

-He isn’t one for one-night stands much, they make him feel like he’s nothing more than his body. If he’s going to share such vulnerable parts of himself, he’d like to have some kind of emotional connection. Friends with benefits are better, but he also doesn’t like complicating his personal relationships like that, so he just doesn’t have sex.

-He masturbates plenty for sure though, usually to some kind of low-budget porno. If he’s feeling pent up and he can’t take it out in the ring, he’ll just use his hands a different way to help himself out.

-And then there was you.

-Sweet little you, who Lighter just couldn’t get out of his head. He hated how much his mind would drift to you when he was just trying to relieve himself. 

-He tried so hard to focus on the shitty porno he was running, something about step-siblings – he wasn’t really thinking too hard about it. But then, the image of you and him pops into his head. It’s innocent to start, just thinking about your pretty lips and that damned smile, but his mind just keeps drifting.

-What noises would you make? Would you be quiet or loud? He’d like it if you were loud. Can you even bend like that? Would you try for him? What would you look like sucking his dick? Could you take all of him in one go, or would he have to slip it in inch by inch while you adjust?

-It’s like a parasite he can’t quite get out of his head, whispering all the horribly indecent thoughts about you, making him so desperate for your touch all the time.

-That’s before you’re even together, it only gets worse after you finally make things official with him. 

-Before he felt shameful, you were just a friend and he was totally disrespecting you, but now that you’re together? Now that he’s allowed to find you attractive, now that he knows how you feel in his hands and how you taste on his lips he’s done for.

-He’s awful respectful of you and your space, and he really does want to take things slow, but Christ you don’t know what you do to him. Or maybe you do, and you’re torturing him on purpose because you like to see him squirm when you jut your little lip out in a pout.

-Your first time with him is sloppy, as most first times are. He just can’t contain himself.

-You’re sitting on his lap, shirt, and pants long since forgotten in some corner of the room, working your sinful little mouth over his. He can’t help but grab at the fat of your hips, dragging you over his painfully hard erection. 

-The feeling is way better than he’d ever imagined, much nicer than his hand, and way better than those stupid pornos – had sex always felt this good, or are you some kind of secret god? It doesn’t occur to him that, maybe, going so hard might be enough to make him cum until it’s way too late.

-He creams his pants about five minutes into your little grind session.

-It’s so, so embarrassing for him. He’s usually so well-composed, and it’s not like he didn’t have the stamina. It was just… overwhelming to finally get to have you exactly how he wanted to have you for so long. And… he totally ruined it.

-He looks like a kicked puppy. He’s not saying anything but you can tell he’s beating himself up over it, so you have to hold his face in your hands and coo at him and assure him that everything is okay. That it’s a compliment, that you love him. 

-He has a hard time believing it until you slide down and help him clean up, and suddenly it's not so bad anymore – not with the way your mouth is working around him with such ease.

-So, sure, your first time together doesn’t exactly go as planned, but that’s just one time. What else does Lighter have in store for you?

-Firstly, Lighter is definitely a switch, though he heavily prefers topping. Specifically, he’s a service top. Everything he does is to make you feel good, even when he’s being rough and brutal, it’s because that’s what you want from him. 

-He likes to take his time with you, to really feel you beneath him. His hands are calloused and big and they trace over your flesh like they’re worshipping you. Committing every inch they can reach to memory, like if he doesn’t he will forget the feeling.

-It’s damn near overstimulating with how much he drags those rough fingers along your ribcage, but it’s so incredibly heavenly as well. 

-His lips always follow in his finger's wake, pressing across each mapped inch like markers for when he wants to come back up. 

-He mumbles sweet praises into every single curve and divot, “Beautiful,” “Perfect,” “Mine.” Like a man possessed, he nearly forgets that other goals must be achieved, right up until he’s just above your most sensitive parts.

-When he gets there he breathes in, deeply, and then he plunges right in, and dear god he’s amazing with his mouth. His fingers too.

-It feels like he’s trying to consume you, the way his lips cup around you – sucking as if his life depended on it. His fingers will happily busy themselves by playing with whatever part of you isn’t already in his mouth, occasionally swapping the two to keep you on your toes.

-If you think that’s nice, you should also know that he keeps his eyes on you the whole time he’s doing it too and just watching your expressions, enjoying having all of his senses filled with nothing but you. 

-You have to cum with his mouth or fingers (or both) at least once. Not because of his ego (though it definitely grows when he feels you clenching around his annoyingly deft tongue), but because he is big and no matter how many times you take him, there is always quite the stretch. 

-Speaking of how big he is, he’s certainly much larger than average. I’m thinking much closer to seven and a half inches, with a similar girth fully erect. He’s a grower, not a shower.

-And goodness is it nice to look at. There are two prominent veins, one running along the bottom of his shaft and another on the side that stops about halfway up. The tip is always blushed and angry red, and the shaft itself is slightly darker than the rest of his skin, but it’s awful pretty.

-He keeps himself pretty well groomed, though there is hair there, it won’t irritate you when you’re giving him head. It’s just something so that he doesn’t feel bald down there.

-He prefers it when you give rather than receive, though he enjoys taking care of you like that very much. It’s just that you look so cute trying to swallow down all of him. You can never quite get him down, he’s just way too big even with plenty of training, but you always try so hard. The tears pricking your lashes and the redness of your cheeks are intoxicating.

-He’ll give you the sweetest smile as he watches you struggle to swallow him down, hands wound in your hair guiding you to take just a little more. “You can do it, baby. Go on, just a little more… good job.”

-Unfortunately, he isn’t much of a noisemaker, though he’ll give you more than a few groans when you do something particularly nice. He’s more of a talker.

-He loves to just talk you through what you’re doing, praises and hums of approval rumbling out of his chest. His voice is much deeper and more gruff than you’re used to, but it's heavenly hearing him mutter out a deep “Oh fuck,” when you run your tongue right along that vein.

-Once both of you are nice and ready, you all loosened up for him, and he’s got the condom and the lube applied he finally lines himself up. 

-He teases you with the swollen head of his dick a few times, rubbing it around the rim of your desperate little home, then finally he pushes himself in. Just the tip, because even that is such a stretch for your poor little hole.

-It’s not so bad with the way his calloused fingers play with the sensitive skin right above where you’re connected. It’s like a reward for taking him so well, even though it hurts. 

-Again, he purrs out his praise, “Good job, baby. You’re taking me so well, just a little more… that's it. Keep sucking me in like that.”

-He inches himself so nice and slow, giving you all the time in the world to adjust. His hands soothing over your thighs until you’ve finally swallowed him whole. Then, he leans down, intertwining your fingers with his, and carefully pulls himself out.

-He’ll always start slow unless he’s feeling jealous or neglected, and he always holds your hand. He wants you to know that he still loves you, even in such an intimate moment where he could easily lose himself, he reminds you that you are his everything.

-He isn’t always soft, though. He wants to be soft and loving and gentle, but Lighter is very easy to rile up if you know what you’re doing.

-As I mentioned, jealous and needy sex happens, and it’s rough. He’s staking his claim on you, making sure to leave bruises and bites that will last the rest of the week. If you’re not giving him the attention he feels he needs, he’ll pull you aside and make you give it to him.

-When he’s feeling like that, he loves to hear you moan, and he’ll outright tell you to do so. If you don’t he will shove his fingers in your mouth and force you to make them.

-Something else that’ll really get him going is roughhousing. Regardless of if you’re legitimately boxing with him or if it’s just playful stuff on the couch, it really gets him fired up. 

-As shameful as it is he loves putting you in your place. Something about the way you desperately hit at him, the way your skin gets sweaty and flushed, it all just does something to his brain. You always end up with your legs tossed over his shoulders.

-He likes knowing how much stronger he is than you, not that it isn’t obvious. So he loves to manhandle you whenever he gets the chance. The way you give him all the power in the world to move you around is heaven to him.

-Ah, but his favorite sex is the kind you have on his bike. He loves to see you in nothing but his jacket and his scarf bent over the seat of his bike, just waiting for him to take advantage of you.

-He’ll drive you out to some quiet corner of the outback and absolutely fuck your brains out. 

-Maybe this one is a bit odd, but he likes to have you sit on his bike in just your underwear and rev the engine just to see you squirm. It’s never enough to make you cum, but it sure does feel fantastic, especially with how he presses himself up behind you and purrs praise in your ears.

-To him, it really is all about how you’re feeling. He’s happy so long as you cum, and if you want to help him along, even better.

-Help him if you ever suggest letting him cum inside, it might actually make his head explode. It’s not like he has a breeding kink or anything, but it’s the fact that you’d trust him enough to do something like that.

-To be real about it, that’s what sex is about to him. Trust. It’s a symbol of all the love and admiration you have for each other. It’s so intimate and such a difficult thing to share with you, so despite all the rough treatment and kinks and everything in between, sex is just another way that Lighter shows you he loves you.

[wonderjanga]

You!

Wizard: “Say my name Billy!”

Billy: “Shazam!” *gets lightninged*

Wizard: *pauses to look at his Marvel form dumbfounded*

Marvel: “What? What is it- Oh my god, I sound like a grown man.” *sounds horrified as he’s checking out his new form*

Wizard: *blinks rapidly before rubbing his eyes and checking again*

As for why the Wizard was so dumbfounded? Well, the young Batson’s form looks exactly like his. Granted, the clothes are different, but still. He hadn’t seen anything this eerie since the boy’s father. Honestly, when he first saw the man, it gave him what humans nowadays call, the heebie geebies.

It’s actually because of they look identical that the Wizard told him about Black Adam instead of just praying that Teth didn’t escape the seal.

Wizard: *walking to his chair* “My work here is done, Billy. I trust you will handle your duties as Champion. If you ever need me, light the brazier.” *sits on his chair*

Marvel: “Mr. Wizard Sir, there’s a rock that’s about to fall on you-”

Wizard: “There’s also this man named Black Adam! Billywatchoutforhim-” *rock thing falls and kills him*

Marvel: *horrified he just saw a man die*

After getting over his shock of the Wizard dying, Billy’s life went as usual. He went around, saving people, defeating villains, just all around being a hero. During all this, he kept the name Black Adam at the back of his mind.

Then, the day came that Black Adam escaped and came to Fawcett to get rid of the current champion.

Marvel: *helping some little lady cross the road*

Black Adam: “Champion.” *hovers over Marvel, casting his shadow over him*

Marvel: *finishes helping the old lady and looks over to Adam but can only see his silhouette because of the sun being the hovering man* “Huh?”

Black Adam: *visibly flinches because he literally sees the Wizard himself looking up at him*

Yeah, Teth was fucking surprised. Why wouldn’t he be? As far as he knew the Wizard gave up his powers. So, how in the world is the man standing in front of him in Champion form? Gods, why is he getting flashbacks right now? He hasn’t seen that form since he and Shazam were still on good terms and even then, he gave it up soon after Adam became Champion.

Marvel: *tries to put his hand up so he can block the sun out*

Black Adam: *thinks he’s about to attack him and just rushes him*

Teth rammed him so far away they ended up in the middle of nowhere.

Marvel: “What the heck man?!”

Black Adam: “JEBIDIAH!” *tries to punch him*

Marvel: *dodges and is extremely confused* “Wha-”

Black Adam: “Did you really think I wouldn’t escape?!” *tries to punch him again*

Marvel: *dodges and pieces together the fact that this guy is wearing black and trying to kill him* “Black Adam?!”

They didn’t get many more words in before they just started brawling. Billy left the fight confused and with a new enemy, and Adam left the fight filled with rage and with his “old” enemy. Billy went back to the cave and lit the brazier. Shazam ended up telling him all the drama while Billy sat on the floor like a child being read a story by their teacher.

Eventually, he and Adam had more run ins.

Marvel: *dodges a punch* “I just don’t get it, we’re so much alike, why can’t we just be friends?

Black Adam: “Friends? Friends?! We will never be friends again! I was sealed for 5000 years because of you!”

Marvel: “Adam, you killed all of the council. I didn’t do anything. You being sealed was your own doing.”

A new station recorded this and now people think the two were friends who became estranged after Adam killed the is so called council. People make porksoda edits with them. Just to clarify, this isn’t Mamaragan(?) wizard this is just The Wizard. The white one. Jebidiah?

[onlyforyoukook]

playing the “game”

paring: jeno x fem¡reader

synopsis: Jeno, the school’s sweetheart, makes a bet with his friends that he can win you over and get in your pants. What his friends don’t know is that you and Jeno have been secretly dating. When he tells you about the bet, instead of getting mad, you decide to turn the situation into a game. You pretending you’re falling for his tricks, all while you & jeno secretly laugh about it.

genre: one shot! smut. MDNI

wc: 3.5k

warnings: dom¡jeno—sub¡reader, oral (m & f receiving), head pushing, use of the name slut, cum swallowing, rough.., unprotected sex, squirting, aftercare, bathing together.

Jeno, the school’s sweetheart, had always been good at charming everyone around him. From his easy smile to the way he carried himself, it was no wonder people liked to be around him. So, when his friends teased him about how he could win over anyone he wanted, a bet was thrown into the mix. The target? You. What his friends didn’t know was that you and Jeno had been secretly dating for months.

When he told you about the bet, you had expected to feel angry, but instead, you found yourself laughing. “They really think you could pull one over on me?” you asked, smirking.

Jeno grinned. “Well, I did. Months ago, remember?”

The two of you decided to turn the situation into a game. You’d pretend to fall for his advances, letting his friends think he was charming you into his arms. Meanwhile, behind closed doors, you’d share every detail, laughing at how his friends ate it up.

It started small—him offering to carry your books or showing up to sit next to you during lunch. You’d roll your eyes, pretending to be unimpressed, but the twinkle in his eyes made it hard to keep a straight face. He’d lean in close, whispering things like, “Do you think they bought that?” before pulling back with a grin.

But tonight, the act started to feel a little too real. Jeno had invited you to his apartment under the guise of “working his magic.” His friends had dared him to seal the deal, and you’d agreed to keep playing along.

“You ready to give them a show?” he asked when you arrived, his voice low as he leaned against the doorframe.

You smirked. “I don’t know. Think you can handle me, sweetheart?”

The teasing was part of the game, but as the door closed behind you, something shifted. Jeno’s playful expression softened, and his hand brushed against your cheek. “You’re really good at this,” he murmured, his thumb grazing your jaw. “Too good.”

“Jealous?” you teased, but your voice was quieter now, the space between you thick with unspoken feelings.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his lips quirking into a half-smile. “It’s just… pretending you’re not already mine? It’s harder than I thought.”

Your breath hitched as he stepped closer, his hand sliding to your waist. The air felt different now—not a game, not an act. Just the two of you.

“You know,” you whispered, your hands resting against his chest, “you don’t have to pretend anymore. It’s just us here.”

Jeno’s eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, it was like he’d forgotten about the bet, the jokes, the plan. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “I don’t think I could stop wanting you if I tried,” he said softly.

And just like that, the act was over. His lips met yours in a slow, tender kiss that made your knees weak. His hands held you close, as if he never wanted to let go, and in that moment, it didn’t matter who was watching or what anyone else thought. This wasn’t about a bet—it was just you and Jeno, exactly where you were meant to be.

Your heart skips a beat as Jeno kisses you, the world around you fading away as you get lost in the sensation of his lips on yours. The kiss is everything you had imagined and more, soft and sweet yet filled with a raw, undeniable desire.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. His tongue flicks against your bottom lip, seeking entrance, and you part your lips willingly, allowing him to explore your mouth.

Jeno's hands roam over your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He breaks the kiss only to trail a line of kisses down your jawline, nipping and sucking at your skin as he goes. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers,

“You taste so good”

Your body responds to Jeno's touch like a flame to a spark, every nerve ending coming alive under his ministrations. You can't help but moan softly as he kisses and nibbles at your skin, your fingers digging into his hair as you hold him close.

“Jeno...” you gasp, his name falling from your lips like a plea.

Jeno grins against your skin, his teeth nipping playfully at your earlobe before he whispers,

“You want more? You want me to make you feel even better?”

His hands slide under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before sliding up to cup your breasts.

Jeno's eyes darken as he looks at you, his hands continuing to roam over your body.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “It's like you're trying to push me over the edge.l

He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above your skin as he whispers in your ear.

“And I love it. I love the way you respond to me, the way you give yourself over completely. It's addictive, and I don't think I'll ever get enough of it.”

Your body trembles with anticipation as Jeno's words send a wave of heat through you. You arch into his touch, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to ground yourself.

“Then don't hold back,” you whisper, your voice laced with need. “Show me just how much you want me, Jeno.”

Jeno's eyes flash with hunger at your words, and he growls low in his throat. He spins you around, pressing your back against the wall as he pins your hands above your head.

“Oh, I plan to,” his voice dripping with promise. “I'm going to make you scream my name so loud, it’ll be the only thing on your mind.”

The kiss grows more heated and desperate, Jeno's hands gripping your ass, as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against your thigh, and the knowledge that you're the one making him feel this way only serves to fuel your own desire.

You break the kiss, panting heavily as you look up at him with a mixture of lust and need in your eyes.

“I want to taste you,” you whisper, your voice low and sultry.

He captures your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.”You want to taste me? To feel me on your tongue”

Jeno's grip on your chin tightens as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low, seductive tone.

“Such a dirty girl,” his breath hot against your skin. “You want to get on your knees for me and take me in your mouth, don't you? To be my little slut, begging for more?”

You shiver at his words, your body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and need. You can feel the heat pooling between your legs, and you know that you're completely at his mercy.

“Yes, please,” you gasp, your voice desperate. “I want to be your little slut, I want to please you in every way possible. I want to taste you, to feel you filling my mouth, to have you completely lose control because of me.”

Jeno grins, as he takes in your desperate expression. He runs a hand through your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls your head back slightly.

“Oh, you're going to get exactly what you want, princess,” he says, his voice dripping with seduction. “I'm going to make you choke on my cock, make you take every inch of me until you're begging for more.”

Jeno smirks as he takes a step back, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly unbuttons his jeans. He pushes them down, along with his boxers, freeing his hardened length.

He takes a step closer to you, his hand still tangled in your hair as he guides you down to your knees in front of him.

Jeno looks down at you, his gaze filled with dominance. He grips his cock in his hand, gently tapping his tip along your cheek as he smirks.

“Open up, princess,” he orders, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how badly you want this.”

You obediently part your lips, taking him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around his length. You begin to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper with each movement.

Jeno lets out a low groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he watches you take him so eagerly.

“That's it, baby,” he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. “Just like that...fuck, you're so good at this.”

Jeno's grip on your hair tightens as he pushes your head down further, forcing you to take more of his length into your mouth.

He lets out a string of curses as he feels the back of your throat constrict around him, his hips bucking forward instinctively.

“You're perfect,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. “So eager to please me, taking my cock so deep in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Jeno's breathing becomes more ragged as he loses himself in the pleasure of your mouth on him. He starts to thrust his hips in time with your movements, using his grip on your hair to guide you up and down his length.

“You're such a good little cockslut,”his voice hoarse “Look at you, on your knees for me, taking me like you were made for it. I should keep you like this all the time, always ready to worship me.”

You pull your mouth off his cock for a moment, looking up at him with a mix of need and adoration in your eyes.

“Jeno,” you gasp, your voice hoarse from having his cock in your throat.

Jeno's eyes flash with dominance as he looks down at you.

“Shut up and suck my cock,” his voice commanding. “I don't want to hear another word from you until I come down that pretty throat of yours.”

Jeno's body tenses as he reaches his climax, as he pushes your head down one final time.

He lets out a guttural moan as he spills himself down your throat, his hot release filling your mouth—you obeying his command to swallow every drop.

He watches you intently, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches you swallow his cum without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he praises, his voice rough “You took it all like a good little slut.”

Jeno picks you up effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping around your body as he carries you over to the bed. He lays you down on the mattress, his eyes raking over your body with hunger.

He slides your panties down your legs, letting them fall to the floor as he positions himself between your thighs.

“You're so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his hands tracing the curves of your body.

Jeno smirks as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with desire as he sees the evidence of your own arousal.

He leans down, his lips trailing kisses up the inside of your thighs, slowly making his way closer to your core.

“You're already so wet for me, princess,” he murmurs against your skin. “I can see how badly you want me.”

Jeno's mouth finds your clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud as he begins to suck and tease it with his tongue.

At the same time, he slides two fingers into your slick pussy, slowly pushing them deep inside you and curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot.

You let out a gasp, your body arching up off the bed as Jeno's fingers and mouth work their magic on you. The sensations are overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oh, God, Jeno...” you moan, your hands fisting the sheets as you struggle to keep yourself in control. “Please...don't stop...”

Jeno chuckles against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. He pulls back for a moment, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

“Don't worry, love,” his voice dripping with confidence. “I have no intention of stopping until you're screaming my name.”

He dives back in, his tongue resuming to suck your clit as he adds a third finger to the mix, stretching you open and filling you up even more.

Jeno's fingers move faster, pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace as he continues to lavish attention on your clit. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers, a sign of how close you are to falling apart for him.

He looks up at you, as he watches your face contort with pleasure. He can see the way your body is trembling, the way your breaths come in ragged gasps.

“That's it, let go for me, come on my fingers like the good little slut you are.”

As Jeno's words and actions push you closer and closer to the edge, you feel the tightening in your core become almost unbearable, almost like you have to pee.

You arch your back off the bed, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips as your orgasm suddenly crashes over you like a tidal wave, squirting your juices everywhere.

Your body trembles and shakes as you come undone, your release coating Jeno's fingers and his face as he continues to work you through your climax.

Jeno grins, a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he feels your release gush out of you.

He pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean as he watches you come down from your high.

“That's my girl,” he says, his voice low and possessive. “You're such a messy little thing, cuming all over me like that.”

You lie there on the bed, completely spent and sated. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You look up at Jeno through half-lidded eyes, a small smile playing on your lips as you see the evidence of your release on his face.

“God...that was incredible,” you manage to gasp out, your voice still shaky.

Jeno looks down at you with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire.

“I hope you're not too tired, baby,” he says, his voice low and rough. “We're not even close to being done yet.”

He moves to position himself between your legs, aligning the head of his cock with your still-sensitive entrance.

Your heart races as you feel the tip of Jeno's cock pressing against your entrance, the anticipation of what's to come making your body thrum with excitement.

“I can handle whatever you give me, Jeno,” you say, your voice a sultry whisper.

Jeno grins at your words, as he lean down, his body hovering over yours as he begins to push himself inside you, inch by inch. You let out a gasp as he fills you up, the sensation of being stretched and filled completely making your toes curl.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. “So tight and perfect around me.”

Jeno starts to move, his hips thrusting forward as he begins to fuck you with deep, powerful strokes.

He sets a punishing pace, his body driving into yours with a relentless rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans.

His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he plows into you over and over again, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you see stars.

As Jeno continues to pound into you, the bed starts to shake and creak beneath you, banging against the wall with each powerful thrust.

The sound of the bed hitting the wall only fuels your desire, and you can't help but let out a series of loud, uninhibited moans of Jeno's name.

“Oh—nghh, Jeno! Yes, r-right th-ere.. d-don..” your words trail off as you begin to moan due to the intense pleasure.

Jeno growls as he continues to fuck into you, his grip on your hips tightening even further.

“You like that, don't you?” he pants out, his voice strained with exertion. “Like being fucked so hard like a little slut, that you can't even think straight, hm?”

Your ability to speak is completely gone, lost in the haze of pleasure that Jeno is driving you to. All you can do is moan and gasp, your body arching and writhing beneath him as he continues to take you.

Your eyes are glazed over with pleasure, your mind completely consumed by the ecstasy that he's giving you. The only thing you can manage to do is nod your head, letting him know just how good he's making you feel without being able to form any words.

As Jeno's thrusts become more erratic and his breathing grows more ragged, you can feel your own climax approaching once again. Your body is wound tight like a coil, ready to snap at any moment.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you, his cock slick with your arousal. Before you can even process what's happening, he grabs your chin and forces your head up, positioning his cock at your lips.

“Open up, princess” he growls, his voice low and commanding.

You obey instantly, parting your lips and opening your mouth wide for him. Your eyes lock with his as he slides his cock into your mouth, the taste of your own arousal and his pre-cum filling your senses. You close your lips around him, bobbing your head up and down as you work to bring him to his own climax.

Jeno's body trembles as he looks down at you, his eyes dark and wild with pleasure. He can feel his orgasm building, his muscles tensing as he struggles to hold back for just a few more seconds.

“Fuck...you're so good at this,” he gasps out, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pushes himself deeper into your mouth. “I'm gonna come, princess. Swallow every last drop.”

You nod your head, your eyes never leaving his as you continue to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your throat. You can feel his body starting to tense even more, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. He lets out a strangled cry, his fingers tightening in your hair as he finally gives in to the pleasure.

“Oh god...here it comes...”

Jeno's body shudders as he finally reaches his peak, his cock pulsing and twitching as he spills his release into your mouth. He lets out a moan, his eyes rolling back into his head as the pleasure washes over him. You swallow every last drop, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock as you work to milk him dry.

As Jeno slowly comes down from his high, his eyes flutter open and lock onto yours. The dark, intensity from earlier is gone, replaced by a softness and tenderness that you’re used to seeing. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away.

“Stay here, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “I'll be right back.” He gets up from the bed and heads into the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a warm, damp towel in his hand.

He sits down beside you, gently cleaning up the evidence of your passionate encounter, his touch gentle and caring. After cleaning you up, Jeno takes your hand and leads you into the bathroom.

The steam from the hot water fills the room, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. He helps you into the bathtub, making sure you're comfortable before climbing in behind you. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest as he lets out a contented sigh.

“This is nice,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck. Jeno's phone starts to ring, the sound breaking the peaceful silence of the bathroom.

He glances at the screen and sees that it's his friends calling their group chat. He rolls his eyes and picks up the phone, knowing exactly what they're going to ask him.

“Hm?” he answers, his voice low and slightly amused.

His friends immediately launch into a barrage of questions, asking if he's “hit that” yet. Jeno can't help but chuckle, his arms tightening around you as he listens to their antics.

Jeno quickly hangs up after the quick laugh, setting his phone down, a small smile playing on his lips as he pulls you closer against him. He runs his hands over your body, his touch gentle and soothing as he lets out a contented sigh. “Sorry about that,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “My friends can be...persistent.”

“yeah i know that” you say in a chuckle.

MASTERLIST

[gojossocks]

We can't be friends

Gojo x Reader Summary: You decided to erase Gojo from your memory.

“Who is Gojo Satoru to you?”  

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, before giving the doctor a tight-lipped smile. “W-we were together for 6 years.” 

He’s no one important really, just the love of your life. 

There has been an on-going trend all over the world— technology has upgraded enough that you can erase someone entirely out of your memory, as if they’ve never existed. If they do, it wasn’t like how you knew them. 

You weren’t sure what dragged you in this clinic with all of the most important things that remind you of him. Maybe it was the way he ignored you like the plague, the way the familiarity in his eyes disappeared just earlier last week when he spoke to you so freely like you’ve never been together. It was clear that he got his memory of you erased after that incident. You were just another colleague. Perhaps, the pain in your heart is too much to handle. 

You don’t remember the way to the clinic that much. It was a surprise you even got there in one piece considering you were sobbing the whole way there. So even if you aren’t entirely sure whether you’re ready to let go of Satoru, you signed the consent form anyway. 

If he’s got you erased completely from your life, then what’s the point of living in hell remembering him? You didn’t want to mourn for someone alive and well. 

You never really understood why he left because everything was just working out between the two of you. Satoru provided you with no explanation and packed up his things to leave you behind to your own devices. You almost wanted to back out when you started reminiscing vividly of everything you once shared with him. 

You remembered falling in love with him, how it feels like the first day of spring, how his kisses taste like daylight. How he squeezes your hand three times before you part ways for a mission.  How he holds you like you’re the only thing that matters in his world. How it was always you and him against the world, him making you laugh while you tended to his wounds. He would tell you that everything would be okay because he has you and only you. 

The bad outweighed the good that you had forgotten that loving him and being loved with him is something that you never wanted to forget, even if your relationship with him crashed and burned. You don’t want him to be a stranger you can’t recognize anymore.

But it had already been done and everything faded into nothingness as you try to grasp with whatever you have left of him.

-.- 

You have been working with Gojo for quite some time now, maybe about six years. But you’ve never directly initiated conversations with him outside work. He’s the only one you don’t know much about in Jujutsu High. Today is no different as you’re waiting with him in the clinic for your mutual friend Shoko. 

“That’s a beautiful necklace you have there.” He acknowledges you for the first time since you got there. Even if you’re just a few meters away, he doesn’t talk to you. You find that a little bit weird because everyone tells you that he’s obnoxious and loud. Somehow with you, he’s always quiet. 

You didn’t remember much of how you got the necklace. You figured that the reason why Gojo’s asking about it is because it matches the color of his eyes. There was a hazy memory though— you were crying, telling a doctor to ‘let me keep it, please. Just this one.’ but you didn’t think much of it. Maybe it was all a dream. 

You responded with a laugh before toying with the pendant of the necklace. “Yeah, It was a gift to me.” 

“Oh?” He looked at you through his glasses, his intense gaze making you feel a little nervous. “Mind telling me who?” 

“I forgot.” You replied,  slowly relaxing in your seat while looking around at Shoko’s clinic. He nodded at you, a small smile adorning his lips and he didn’t say anything more. 

You missed the way his eyes linger on you for a moment before putting back his blindfold on or the apologetic look that Shoko gave him before he leaves. 

“So, who’s Gojo Satoru to you?” 

“He’s the strongest of course.” 

But to him, you’re still his everything—because he didn’t really remove you from his memory. Maybe if he was braver, you’d remember him. 

a/ n: part 2? :0

[woof-verine]

re: the vanessa logan wade situation post deadpool & wolverine

I think vanessa and wade try to make it work again, I really do. I think they talk about it. I think he takes her to dinner a few times and he goes over to her place and they try to make things like they used to be between them until they realize that things can never be that way again because THEY will never be that way again. both of them have changed, are changing still, are growing upward and outward and also … apart.

wolverine tentatively reintroduces himself to the x men and wade tags along. vanessa starts her new position at work and that comes with way more responsibilities and way less time for anything else. she’s more serious than she used to be. wade is, too, but in a different way. one day when the x men go out on a mission, wade suits up too because he “has nothing better to do.” logan rolls his eyes but lets him come and stares down the other x men when they ask what the hell wade is doing there. deadpool doesn’t shut up the whole mission. he also does a good job. soon he comes on another mission. then another one. wade keeps weird hours because wolverine is always on call with the x men, and now deadpool is kind of unofficially on call when wolverine is. vanessa needs eight hours of sleep to wake up early to get to her job on time. she isn’t a stripper anymore. and wade… well wade’s looking like less and less of a merc. when wade isn’t sleeping over at vanessa’s, he doesn’t have to worry about someone killing her in the middle of the night while they’re looking for him. wolverine can handle whatever comes after him. he can handle whatever comes after wolverine. when logan wakes up tense and violent from a nightmare in the middle of the night, wade is there and he can’t hurt him. when wade wakes up in a cold sweat from nightmares of his own, he doesn’t have to explain it to logan, because logan already knows what it’s like. slowly, wade’s world unwinds itself from vanessa’s and wraps around logan’s. it’s almost so slow they don’t know it’s happening. but it happens.

and one morning, maybe after a couple of months being back together, wade and vanessa wake up on one of the increasingly rare nights they spend together, and they look at each other and realize that they are different now. too different. and then it ends, to quote t.s. eliot, not with a bang but with a whimper

[octoberautumnbox]

Orange-Tinted Sunset

Kiss of Life Belle & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of alcohol n bein drunk, technically not cheating but also sorta close enough idk u be the :jujj:

Word count: 2.6k

a/n: another prompt fic! based on kiof's Nothing i swear im on hiatus lmao but here it is! thanks to @mintwithchoco for prompt and hosting! as well as @sinswithpleasure for beta and @0cta9on for saying i was good at everything so i crode strove to prove em wrong lmao

~~~

The nightclub spun around you, the alcohol clouding your thinking and doubling your vision. A strange feeling set in–you really were a guppy in a small pond. Whatever roaring applause you got from the crowd after that impromptu karaoke bout was nothing compared to the girl that came next. You can’t even work up the energy to be mad; her voice is the single most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard, flowing through the air and filling up every silence in the world, and it doesn’t help one bit that everyone else thought so too.

Her name, just her name. You wouldn't mind going home with nothing to show for the whole weekend as long as you knew what she was called–you have to know. Against every single ounce of common sense you have left, you walk up to her, calling in every favor from the universe you’ve saved up until this point. “H-hey,” you stumble, clearly more nervous than you should be. 

She turns around, and as her hair settles onto her back, she replies, “Oh, hi. Can I help you?” Her smile lights up your world, and you gain confidence and lose it again just as quickly. She’s gorgeous too, and how could you live with yourself if you fucked up with a girl like this again? 

And you realize you’re staring. “Hi,” you start again, “sorry, I, uhh, you killed it up there. Best I've heard in a while.” Pardon yourself for the understatement; she was exceptional. Stop yourself from saying more; she’s probably already heard everything you want to tell her. 

All she does is giggle in response, and you swear you’re face-to-face with a goddess. You slip, so just fall deeper and remember to blame the alcohol later on, “I mean it. You’re like nothing I’ve heard before. Can I ask for your name?” 

Her face sours almost imperceptibly, but your nerves don’t let you miss it. She holds back a grimace, but ultimately, she replies, “It’s Belle. Sorry, is that all? I have to go soon.” She shifts in her chair, no doubt trying to escape the situation, and it dawns on you you might look worse than you feel. 

“Y-yeah, that’s all. I actually wanted to buy you a drink, maybe. One musician to another. You were amazing.” Your voice holds together for the most part, but it doesn’t change her demeanor. 

“Thank you, it’s just…” she hesitates, breathing deep, “whatever this is, I don’t want to get involved. You’re nice, but I just… I can’t handle anything else right now.” The discomfort leaves her features as a quiet sadness replaces it. You’re no expert, but even a dunce like you could tell she was tired more than anything else. 

“No worries, I respect it. I’ll leave you alone.” It’s strange how you feel the lightheadedness drifting away and your senses coming back, almost like you’ve saved up quite a bit of good karma to ground yourself like this. Debatable, but you still have enough sense in you to offer, “Here’s my number, no hard feelings if you throw it away. I at least wanna buy you some nachos tonight as thanks for that gorgeous song. Good night, Belle,” before paying for them and ultimately heading for the door, above all trying in vain to forget about her. 

~~~

It’s familiar in two ways, being hungover at noon, sitting in a restaurant too fancy for what you’d ever typically be found dead in. On one hand, it reminds you of one of the best days of your life–your beloved sat across from you in a simple floral sundress while you shared a brunch of French toast and orange juice. 

“Thanks for coming out,” Belle said in a tiny voice, “I'm sorry about last night. I want to get to know you better.” She offers you a pancake, and once you accept she deposits it onto your plate, followed by a just-right helping of maple syrup. 

You try to avoid sounding humble, but there’s no other way to put it. “There's not much to know, really. I just came here on a whim. Needed to get away from it all, broaden my horizons. Us singers just gotta, you know? If I didn't, I'd never have found you.” 

“I hear you. I'm here to take a step back too. Things became too much to handle recently,” she relates as she takes careful bites of her cereal. For the first time since last night, you see each other's eyes, and a kindred spirit in you pulls on your heartstrings. It's an unspoken pain that's anything but obvious, and yet you see it in each other as clear as day. 

“Fucking exes, right?” the pair of you say in unison. A hearty laugh escapes both of you, and afterwards the pancakes slide down a bit easier. 

Belle calms herself first, “So you get how I was last night. I'm sorry, none of it was your fault.” You offer her a napkin and pour her another cup of ginseng tea, which she sips with an ethereal sort of grace once she finishes talking.

“Of course. I'm sorry too,” you sigh, picking at your scrambled eggs, “but at least we're recovering. I'm actually itching to write a new song once my hangover clears.”

“Me too, it’s just so freeing to let my feelings out onto songs. Plus all it costs is a pen and paper–much cheaper than therapy,” she agrees.

On the other hand…

~~~

“Blue palm trees?” she giggles. “What does that mean?”

The waves lap idly at your feet, scattering sand over your toes and hers. The calming ocean breeze washes over the both of you and weakly ruffles the paper she easily holds.

“It's called a hook, Belle. It captures the audience's attention, you should know this shit” you jab, drawing out more of her laughter. “Just let me be, okay? I'm the one with the pencil.”

She settles again, “Okay, okay, fine,” and sits back up straight. Another wave washes the sand away from the tops of your feet, dragging them back to the depths of the sea. In a split-second of feeling the grains slide off your skin and away with the water, you feel deep inside that maybe it'll be easier to walk again. 

“You know,” she starts gently, “this isn't too bad. I came here determined to grow stronger, but I don't feel any different–just more of what I was before. And weirdly…” Belle pauses, taking a short glance at you, meeting your eyes.

You can't help it; she's just that beautiful. The orange-tinted sunset behind her offers her a halo of warmth and sincerity, and it captivates your whole being to be able to spend a moment like this again, when the world is just right, especially with her. The waterline reaches up to your soles once more, tickling the both of you and sprinkling new grains between your toes before drawing back and taking the old away. 

“... Weirdly,” you continue for her, “I'm okay with that.” Your eyes never leave hers, and she stays, too. It takes a moment of serenity for you to finally let yourself think that this might be something more, that maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world to stay with a girl like her. 

It takes a moment of serenity for you, but it seems like forever in an instant. Memories rush back like the ocean soaks the shoreline, swapping old sand with new, but you could never, can never, tell the difference. It's the same grains washing your feet, slipping between your toes, embedding themselves in your life so well that random moments like this bring you to the past when you least expect it. It reminds you of a history you'd give anything to forget: walking on a beach like this with a girl you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with–to an extent, you still do. How could you fuck up with a girl like that?

~~~

It's the worst gamble the both of you could take, and deep inside you knew there was no winning this. You felt it in your bones, from the beach to the elevator up until before you burst through her door with her, but the feeling is gone now, and for sure it’s gone for her too.  

“Mmm, just like that,” she whispers straight into your ear. You swear you’ve never tasted anything as sweet as the sweat on her neck, so much so that you never want your lips to leave her. She pulls you closer as if she could, maybe only decreasingly aware that her back was up against the wall and that even grains of sand couldn’t breathe in the space between you two. 

It takes no time at all, and you find yourself laid back and vulnerable on her mattress. Belle towers over you, straddling to keep you in place, as if you’d go anywhere. In a flash her shirt leaves her, then her shorts, and finally her underwear haphazardly thrown to the floor. Your own clothes follow even less ceremoniously, letting nothing get in the way of the woman of your dreams. 

“Fuck, that’s good…” she says as she lowers herself onto your length. You relish in the feeling of sliding into her, pushing her walls apart all the while lewd confessions spill from her lips. Your hands find her hips and you grip her tight, guiding her up and down as she bounces on your cock, “You’re so fucking tight, Belle…” while she places her hands on your chest to support herself as she takes you inside her over and over again, “I can’t get enough of you… I need you so bad…” losing yourself in her love. 

It’s the simplest thing to grab her wrists like this, to throw her onto the bed and fuck her yourself. She hits the mattress with a quiet thud, and without even a moment of respite you force everything into her again. 

“Gnnhhh, shit, it’s so good, you’re so good…” she gasps and grunts with every thrust like it knocks the air out of her each time. The bed creaks under the two of you: she tries to pull you close again, so you indulge her and meet her where she is to kiss. Amidst your tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, she moans like her life depends on it, “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes–” 

It’s the easiest thing to get lost in a girl like her. She’s perfect in every way you can think of–a smile to die for, a heart to protect, a body to worship. Each moment you bottom out in her, a spark goes off between your lips and hers, and it only pulls you in deeper, pulls you away farther from where you are. There’s nothing else to think about when you’re with a girl like this except her name and the way her body feels on yours. It’s so dreadfully incessant, unceasing in your head, that you thank your lucky stars you’re able to hold back most of your moans: Yuna, Yuna, Yuna, “Yuna…”

~~~

The sun blazes through the window and straight onto your eyelids, jolting you awake. The bed creaks as you bounce slightly on the mattress, your mind rushing to find your bearings, when right beside you, Belle stirs but then promptly falls back asleep. 

A grave sense of guilt overtakes you, clawing from the pit of your stomach all the way up to the back of your throat. There's nothing to say to her, nothing to do, and you know it. How could you fuck up with a girl like this? 

Your phone's alarm rings on a far-off table. Rush over to it, careful but quick so Belle doesn't wake. You knock over an ottoman in the process, but you're able to turn it off in time. Then it hits you: your flight leaves in a couple hours. There's no more time to think–gather your clothes and rush back to your own hotel. 

“Hour and a half,” you think, “more than enough time to repack and go.” Your door crashes open and you heave your suitcase onto the bed, haphazardly throwing everything you own back into it. The zipper disagrees with you for a moment until you finally bend it to your will, albeit threatening its life in the process.

The cabbie drives as fast as he can legally go for you, apparently already knowing the protocol, and people and buildings whizz past in a giant blur. He drops you off soon enough, and with only minutes to spare and the gate calling you over the intercom, you board your plane. The cold of the seat comforts you and calms your nerves, and once the hurried energy leaves your body, all that's left is fatigue that demands to be addressed. 

You scarcely notice the window beside you beyond pulling it shut. The cushions aren't as comfy as your bedding from the night before, but you can't attempt to complain in a state like this. You don't even feel your train of thought slipping away…

~~~

You’ve put it off long enough, the anxiety rending the lining of your stomach. In between your own calls and texts to Yuna you find yourself on the receiving end of the restlessness of your endlessly repeating ringtone and text notifications. You wait another few seconds to make sure she’s done, even tossing your phone onto your old bed to fetch a glass of water, before picking it back up and seeing the same number of messages. It's time. 

hey, where'd you go? Belle, 8:46 AM

it's a nice song, I'll send it over in a bit. call me? Belle, 8:50 AM

I'm at the restaurant again lol come on over Belle, 9:02 AM

you're really gonna make me miss you huh? hahaha Belle, 9:33 AM

*2 missed calls*

this isn't funny. pick up Belle, 10:14 AM

*2 missed calls*

you're serious? so last night was nothing to you? Belle, 11:15 AM

*1 missed call*

wow, what a fucking piece of shit you are Belle, 11:17 AM

*4 missed calls*

is it something i said?  Belle, 2:46 PM

let's just talk Belle, 3:30 PM

*2 missed calls*

just tell me what I did wrong please, I told you I can't handle this Belle, 3:37 PM

*8 missed calls*

don't do this to me Belle, 5:47 PM

*1 missed call*

fine asshole i don’t need you and fuck your song. Belle, 7:15 PM

don’t ever call me. Belle, 8:40 PM

The screen dims under your command. Your phone flies off into the folds of your bed once more, granting you your last moment of control. Belle finally stopped, and Yuna never made herself heard. At least one of you moved on.

You stand in your cold, empty bedroom, in the same dingy apartment you tried leaving behind. The same torn-up pages are scattered across the floor, the same stains on the carpet are there to step around, the same picture framed flipped down to hide the old photograph inside like grains of sand getting swept back up to you no matter how hard you try washing them away.

“It's another bottle tonight,” you decide in no time at all. Pull a cold one from the fridge, ignore the other bottles strewn across the room, take a seat at your desk. The lamp buzzes to life, and another sheet finds itself under your pen. 

They never meet. 

~~~

[jazzyoranges]

heyy i love how well written your works are, and i was wondering if there could be another tara carpenter x gp reader?? an enemies to lovers kinda thing, smut/fluff but it is totally up to you!! thankss❤️

All Mine

Tara Carpenter x gp!reader

Words: 2.8k

A/n: thank you!! also kind of a combination of this request and a prompt in this request

Warnings: reader has a penis, hate fuck? i think?, bottom!T, top!R, explicit sex, implication of breeding kink, teasing (lots of it), unprotected sex (your pullout game is weak), implication of alcohol consumption, no ghostface au

MINORS DNI!!

Tara hates three things in her life. You, hairless cats, and soggy bread. In that order too

She could handle hating hairless cats and soggy bread, but you? You were in Tara’s friend group. Tara hated you and to make matters worse, she was the only one that did

You were nerdy like Wes and Ethan, quick-witted and funny like Mindy and Amber, athletic like Chad, charismatic like Quinn, protective like Sam, and (allegedly) nice like Anika. You had nearly every one of her friends best traits, but Tara knew why she didn’t like you. You were really fucking annoying

Along with all of your positive traits, you were loud and obnoxiously social. Not that Tara was antisocial or anything, but god you were on a whole other level. It was mildly infuriating how you could go to a party you knew nobody at and somehow come out with more friends than you started with

All those people and you decided Tara was the one you’d annoy. A nudge to her shoulder made Tara look up from where she was putting her head down

“You look like shit” The brunette doesn’t respond and puts her head back down on the table

“Sam tase someone without your permission again?” Tara could practically hear the smirk in your voice

“Please for the love of god shut the fuck up. Your voice is the last thing I need to hear today”

“Woah, someone’s mad” You stick out your tongue in response at the glare Tara sends your way

“Suck my dick, (Y/n).”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Carpenter”

Tara abruptly leaves the lecture room. You think you really fucked up this time, but let out a breath of relief when you see that Tara didn’t grab her things. She was probably going to the bathroom to escape you. Which, who would ever want to escape you?

Apparently not Tara because she’s back in her seat just a few minutes before the lecture starts

“Aspirin?” You grab the bottle from a pocket in your bag, shaking it next to her

“You have Aspirin laying around?”

“Anika told me you were at a party, I figured it’s the least I could do”

“You’re trying to drug me, aren’t you?”

“If I was trying to drug you, I would’ve offered it to you at the end of class”

“Why weren’t you at the party?” Tara asks, taking the bottle from you hands and shaking out two tablets before downing them with some water

“Missed me?”

“Nope, just surprised you weren’t blackout drunk”

“Good to know you think highly of me. I was studying, thank you”

“You? Study?” Tara scoffs

“Don’t act like the idea is so out of this world”

“Right, because last time I remember you passing up a party was because your betta fish died and you forced all of us to have a funeral for him at the park”

“Trout’s death is not one to be made fun of!”

Before Tara can respond, the professor starts talking and the lesson begins. Unfortunately her head is still kind of throbbing with only mildly wanting to throw up. She had to accept she wasn’t going to get anything done until that Aspirin kicked in. Especially when she can feel you staring at her

The class goes as smoothly as it can and you notice Tara hasn’t made an effort to even try to take notes. The lesson eventually ends and when everyone gets up, the brunette begrudgingly does too

You bump your shoulders together and Tara glares at you with enough power you actually manage to feel fear for a split second until you realize it’s Tara. The girl was like two apples tall. Two and a half on a good day

The brunette doesn’t realize you were handing her a paper so you physically have to place it in her hand. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion

“What is this?”

“Notes, you need them”

“I’m not buying you Raising Canes if that’s what you want”

“Since I’m such a good friend, I’ll give it to you free of charge. Just make sure to bring it back with minimal damage”

“You’re not gonna make me Paypal you fifty bucks?” Tara doesn’t have any classes for the next few hours so you two made a point to walk to your next class. She didn’t know how it started, but you were okay to talk to when you weren’t being annoying

“In my defense, Trout recently died”

“We buried him in the fucking park, I don’t think that costs money”

“It was condolence money. I made everyone pay and I think it was pretty genius”

“I really do wonder how you still have friends”

//-//

Someone knocks on the door of you and Anika’s apartment. When you realize your roommate is probably listening to music that was too loud to be healthy, you get up from your very comfortable bed

You don’t remember ordering food and you’re pretty sure Anika didn’t invite Mindy over, so the person behind the door was probably just the nice old lady across the hall that made cookies for everyone

For better or for worse, you’re met with a Tara Carpenter that’s caught off guard when you open the door. Tara usually sees you in well put together outfits so you can only imagine her surprise when she sees you wearing boxers that outlined your cock and a hoodie that barely covered it up

“Eyes are up here- What brings you to the Mojo Dojo Casa House?”

“Can’t you just let me in?” Tara’s cheeks burn in embarrassment. Thank god you just glossed over… it

“It’s protocol you identify yourself and state why you’re here” You lean on the doorframe, actively blocking the entrance to your apartment. Tara knew this was a losing battle and hated how you looked hot while winning

“Anika and I have a project we need to work on”

“You didn’t identify yourself” you’re wearing that same dumbass smirk you have after telling a horrible joke

“Tara. Tara fucking Carpenter.”

“Unfortunately I don’t think we know any Tara Fucking Carpenters. Guess you can’t come in” you shrug

“God give me patience.” Tara rubs at her temples like you’re giving her a headache

“Isn’t it god give me strength?”

“If god gave me strength, you would be dead.”

“Point taken, but you still need a password”

“You didn’t say anything about a password!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know if you’re the real Tara or not. Say a fact about me only the real Tara would know”

The brunette pretends to think for a moment, even putting her hand on her chin and looking off into the distance for effect. When she notices you’re starting to get suspicious of her antics Tara pushes you though the door, successfully getting in without a password or confirmation

You stumble back almost like a cartoon character and you can hear Tara let out a small laugh. You can see the dimples on her cheeks whe she tries to cover it up with her hand

“Nika, your friend’s here!” You lead Tara to Anika’s room, making sure to knock loudly while Tara’s busy either checking you out or trying to blow you up with her mind. It’s unclear, but you have to lean towards the latter

“Isn’t Tara your friend too?” Your roommate opens the door, headphones around her neck

“No.”

“Yes.” Both of you say in unison. The look you give each other is almost comical with how Tara’s glaring while you’re smiling. Anika stares blankly between you two and it eventually starts to make more sense

“Stop eye fucking each other, we have work to do” Anika pulls Tara into her room. You shrug, heading off to probably yell at ten year olds on Fortnite or something

“We were not eye fucking” the shorter girl huffs, sitting on Anika’s bed

“I literally opened my door and thought you two were about to make out”

“I didn’t expect to get interrogated when I came here!” Tara flops onto her back, covering her eyes and trying (and failing) to stop the red that dusted her cheeks

“Whatever, I’ll get you to crack later”

“Kill yourself.”

//-//

Tara doesn’t understand what she’s feeling when she sees some random girl grind against you

It’s like that one scene in Euphoria when Maddy and Nate stare each other down at the school dance, except you were looking far more more bored. That is, until you see Tara glaring at both of you

Like a switch turned on, you’re suddenly more interested in the girl. You encourage her grinding with a hand kneading her hip, using your other hand to take a sip of your drink. And just like Maddy, she’s tempted to find Chad to do the same to you. She doesn’t.

Tara fucking hated you. But she also needed you now.

Making you jealous would take too long. In theory she had the time, but her hunger to taste you was making her do things she would’ve never thought of before. One of those things being grabbing your hand and leading you away from any girl that tried to even look at you.

The girl who was grinding on you calls her a bitch among other things, but Tara knows it’s worth it when she sees you smile at her like she’s your entire world. Because she was your entire world

She leads you into an empty guest bedroom of the house, locking the door before getting close enough to you she can smell the alcohol in your breath

“What’s all this about, Tar?” You grin. Tara doesn’t know if she wants to kiss or slap that smirk right off of your annoying face

“You know what this is fucking about.”

“Do I? I think you should spell it out for me.”

“You know, I’ve had it with your attitude.” Tara jabs a finger at your chest, the back of your knees hitting the end of the bed. In one motion you sit down and bring Tara down with you. You make her sit on your cock

“Anyone ever tell you you’re fucking hot when you’re mad?” You smile, finding the blush on Tara’s cheeks absolutely adorable

“Only you.”

“Good. How about we keep it that way, baby?”

“You’re so annoying.” The brunette cups your face with both of her hands, your lips fitting together like they were always meant to

“I know I am” You say in between kisses, your hands finding their way up Tara’s shirt, kneading the spot right under her boob. She forces your hand to stimulate her nipple, eliciting a moan from her mouth

“You’re so pretty, Tar. I can’t believe only I get to see you get all hot and bothered” You smile breathlessly

“Fuck. S-Stop talking like that or you’ll make me like you” Biting a hickey on Tara’s neck, you take of her shirt and her bra in a flurry of heat

“I bet you’ll like me even more when you’re bouncing on my cock” You force Tara to grind on the bulge in your pants, earning you a small whimper that makes you smile

“C’mon, all you have to do is admit you like me and I’ll fuck you better than anyone has” It should be considered torture how much you were teasing Tara. You were biting hickeys on her neck, playing with her nipples, all while a few layers of fabric were the only barriers between your dick and her pussy. Fuck you knew how to overstimulate a girl

Laying Tara on on the bed, you could really tease the brunette better in this position. You can feel the Tara’s wetness through her soaked panties, and you’re sure she can feel the pre-cum leak out of your cock. Your hands are on her hips as if you were thrusting, yet you deny her and your pleasure for the sake of being an ass

“Don’t you want me to ruin you for anyone else? I promise I’ll stretch you out so good no other guys’ cock can fill you up like me.”

“Fuck you. I hate you, you’re s-such a fucking asshole, you know that?” Tara reaches for anything she can hold onto, your arms being the nearest thing

“I can think ways you could ‘hate’ me even more” You smile when Tara reaches to take off her panties but you find her hands first. You intertwine your hands together and the action is so soft Tara almost forgets about the situation she’s in. Almost

“Whenever I masturbate I think of you, did you know that? God, sometimes I have these hookups and all I can think about is you cumming around my cock”

Tara thinks it’s embarrassing how she’s about to cum just by your sickeningly sweet voice and the constant friction between you two. Tara also thinks she’d rather die than miss an opportunity of a lifetime.

Sure you were a cocky pain in the ass, but you were her cocky pain in the ass.

“Fuck- I admit it! I think you’re the hottest fucking person in the world. I like you.” Tara looks straight into your eyes, and the smile reserved only for her makes another appearance

“That wasn’t so hard, was it Tar?”

“I still hate you.” You unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your jeans with watchful eyes. You pull down your boxers just enough so that your cock springs out, making Tara’s mouth water. Fuck you were big

Pulling Tara’s panties to the side, she’s dripping wet when you swipe your finger across her slit

“Fuck- (Y-Y/n)” Tara sings when you lick up her juices with your tongue. She buries her hands in your hair, bringing you closer to her dripping cunt. You moan at her taste and the vibrations are almost enough to get Tara to cum. Almost

You rise to your knees, lining up your dripping cock with the shorter girls dripping pussy. You decide to be evil and rub your dick against her slit before easing your tip into her hole. It was infuriating how slow you were going and Tara remembers why she hated you in the first place

Tara’s whining and whimpering under you and you can’t remember a time where you’ve been happier than in this moment

Tara on the other hand, has never hated you more in her life than in this moment

The younger Carpenter decides to be bold when she grabs your shirt and forces you forward. You’re caught off guard and over half of your cock finds itself nestled tightly in her pussy as you catch yourself with your arms

“Y-You’re sneaky, aren’t ‘cha” With your face so close to hers, Tara realizes you’re as much of a victim to your teasing as she is. She can tell it’s taking everything inside of you not to fuck her raw until your dick is limp and Tara’s legs are sore

“You can go fast. I can handle it, baby” Tara cups your face with her hand, stroking your cheek with such softness like you aren’t literally lodged into her cunt like a dog in heat

With that confirmation, you give Tara a peck on the lips and buck your hips in such a way you hit that spongey spot inside of her

The sound of skin slapping is louder than the blasting music downstairs, but your grunting and Tara’s moaning combined are louder than both. Thank god the owner of the house was your friend because you don’t know if you could come out of that room if this is what Tara sounded like

“Fuck- I’m close” You say a little too breathlessly for your liking

“Don’t p-pull out.” The shorter girl uses your shirt as leverage to keep you inside of her. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion

“T-Too messy, don’t feel like cleaning up.” Tara answers between moans like she can read your mind

The familiar heat you’re so used to finally snaps. Wrapping her legs around yours, you cum with almost a guttural whine. Your orgasm is enough for Tara to have hers and you fuck her through it, making sure none of your cum drips out of her hole

You pull out and a few dribbles of your semen flow out of her cunt. You plug her pussy with your fingers and Tara is far too sensitive to handle it

“D-Don’t tell me you’re tired already?” Tara jokes, but all air in her lungs leave when you let out a laugh of your own

“I’ve got all night, love.”

Tara has to remember to make you buy her a morning after pill.

[andy-15-07]

Aahh i saw you were accepting requests! And I was wondering if you could write Joel Miller just being smitten with fem reader and is constantly admiring her and everything she does

The Way You Move

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Word Count: 1625 | Requests are open! (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The crackle of a campfire was one of the few sounds filling the quiet evening, accompanied by the distant rustling of leaves in the breeze. Joel Miller sat on a log near the fire, eyes fixed on Y/N as she carefully unpacked her bag. Her hands moved with deliberate precision, pulling out supplies and setting them aside.

He wasn’t even aware he was staring until Ellie’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Uh, Joel? You’ve been looking at her like she’s the last piece of cake at dinner.”

He shot her a glare, though his cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink. “Mind your own business, Ellie.”

“I’m just saying.” Ellie smirked, leaning back against her pack. “It’s kinda obvious.”

Joel’s gaze flickered back to Y/N. She was now humming softly to herself, the melody faint but soothing. The light of the fire played across her face, highlighting her features in a way that made Joel’s chest tighten. There was something about her presence that had always drawn him in—a quiet strength, a warmth that was rare in the world they lived in.

“You need help with that?” he asked, breaking the silence. His voice came out gruffer than he intended.

Y/N glanced up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’ve got it, but thanks.”

She always had it. That was the thing about her. Y/N had a way of handling things, of taking care of herself and others, that left Joel in awe. Yet, he couldn’t help but want to ease her load, even if just a little.

Ellie rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless.”

“Go to sleep, kid,” Joel muttered, his focus still on Y/N.

The next morning, the group prepared to move on. Joel found himself walking a few paces behind Y/N, his eyes tracing the way she moved. There was an ease to her stride, even with the weight of her pack. She carried herself like someone who had seen the worst of the world but refused to let it break her.

“You’re quiet today,” Y/N said, glancing over her shoulder at him.

“Just keepin’ watch,” Joel replied, though he knew it wasn’t the whole truth.

She arched a brow, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You sure you’re not daydreaming?”

He huffed, looking away to hide the way her comment made his heart skip. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Y/N laughed, a sound that made the corners of Joel’s mouth twitch upward. It wasn’t often he heard genuine laughter anymore, and he couldn’t help but soak it in.

Later that day, they stopped by a river to rest and refill their water bottles. Y/N knelt by the edge, her reflection rippling in the water as she leaned closer. Joel’s eyes lingered on her, taking in the curve of her jaw, the way her hair framed her face. He shook his head, trying to pull himself together.

“You’re doin’ it again,” Ellie whispered, sidling up beside him.

“Doin’ what?”

“Staring at her like she hung the moon.” Ellie grinned. “You should just tell her, you know.”

Joel’s jaw tightened. “Ain’t that simple.”

“Why not?” Ellie pressed. “It’s not like she’s gonna laugh in your face. She likes you too, you know.”

Joel’s eyes snapped to Ellie, his heart skipping. “What makes you think that?”

Ellie shrugged, looking smug. “I’ve got eyes. And ears. She talks about you when you’re not around.”

Before Joel could respond, Y/N called out. “Joel, can you give me a hand?”

He was by her side in an instant, ignoring Ellie’s knowing smirk. “What do you need?”

Y/N held out a canteen. “Can you check the filter? I think it’s clogged.”

As he worked on the canteen, Y/N watched him, her expression soft. “You’re good at this,” she said.

“At what?”

“Taking care of people.”

Joel’s hands stilled for a moment. He glanced up, meeting her gaze. “Don’t know about that.”

“I do,” she said firmly.

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away. Joel felt like he could drown in the warmth of her eyes, in the quiet assurance of her words. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how much he admired her strength and kindness, but the words caught in his throat.

Instead, he handed the canteen back to her. “There. Should be good now.”

“Thanks, Joel,” she said, her fingers brushing against his as she took it. The brief contact sent a jolt through him, and he had to remind himself to breathe.

That night, as they set up camp, Joel found himself sitting beside Y/N by the fire. Ellie had already gone to bed, leaving the two of them alone. The silence was comfortable, the kind that didn’t need to be filled.

“You ever think about what life would be like if things were different?” Y/N asked, her voice quiet.

Joel glanced at her, surprised by the question. “All the time.”

She nodded, staring into the flames. “Sometimes I think about the little things. Like going to a diner for breakfast or going to the movies.”

“What’d you watch?” he asked, curious.

She smiled. “Anything, really. I just liked the escape.”

Joel’s heart ached at the wistfulness in her tone. He wanted to give her those little things, to make her smile the way she deserved.

“If things were different,” he said slowly, “I think I’d…” He trailed off, unsure if he could say it.

Y/N turned to him, her expression open and encouraging. “What?”

He hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I think I’d want to take you to one of those diners. Maybe get you somethin’ sweet. You’d probably like that.”

Her smile widened, and for a moment, the world didn’t feel so broken. “I’d like that too, Joel.”

The next morning, they packed up camp and began their trek through the dense woods. Joel kept close to Y/N, his protective instincts on high as the foliage grew thicker. His eyes darted around, scanning for any sign of danger, but his thoughts kept drifting back to their conversation by the fire.

“Joel,” Y/N said softly, pulling him from his thoughts. She had stopped walking and was looking up at him, her expression unreadable. “Can we talk?”

His stomach flipped, but he nodded. “‘Course.”

She glanced back at Ellie, who was a few yards ahead and out of earshot, before stepping closer to Joel. “I just wanted to say… thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

“For being you,” she said, her voice steady. “For always looking out for us. For looking out for me. It means more than I can say.”

Joel’s throat tightened. He wanted to tell her she didn’t need to thank him, that he’d do it a thousand times over without question, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly before resting gently on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “I… I’d do anything for you.”

Her eyes softened, and she placed her hand over his. “I know, Joel. And I hope you know I’d do the same for you.”

For a moment, they stood there, the world around them fading into the background. Joel’s heart pounded in his chest, and he knew, deep down, that he couldn’t keep holding back. Not anymore.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I care about you. More than I probably should.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away. “Joel…”

Before she could say more, Ellie’s voice rang out. “Hey! You two coming, or what?”

Joel and Y/N exchanged a look, a mixture of amusement and frustration passing between them.

“We’re coming,” Joel called back, his hand lingering on Y/N’s shoulder for a moment longer before he reluctantly let go.

As they started walking again, Y/N leaned closer to him, her voice low. “We’ll finish that conversation later.”

Joel’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”

And for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope.

By mid-afternoon, the group reached an abandoned cabin nestled in a grove of trees. It was small but sturdy, with enough room for them to rest safely for the night. Joel inspected the perimeter while Y/N and Ellie worked on clearing the inside.

“Think this place is safe?” Ellie asked as Joel re-entered, brushing dirt from his hands.

“Safe enough,” Joel replied. “We’ll keep watch in shifts, just to be sure.”

Y/N nodded. “I’ll take the first shift.”

Joel frowned. “You’ve been on your feet all day. I’ll take it.”

She crossed her arms, a playful glint in her eye. “Are you always this stubborn?”

“When it comes to you?” he admitted, his voice low. “Yeah.”

Her expression softened, and she reached out to touch his arm. “Joel, you don’t have to carry everything on your own. Let me help.”

He looked at her, his defenses crumbling. “Alright,” he said reluctantly. “But wake me if there’s the slightest problem.”

“Deal,” she said with a smile.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the first stars appeared, Joel sat by the window, pretending to read a map while stealing glances at Y/N. She was perched near the door, her posture relaxed but alert. The firelight danced across her face, and Joel felt that familiar ache in his chest.

“You should get some rest,” she said without looking at him.

“I’m fine,” he replied gruffly.

“Joel,” she said, turning to meet his gaze. “I’ll wake you if anything happens. Promise.”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Joel.”

As he lay down, Joel couldn’t shake the feeling that, for the first time in a long while, things were beginning to fall into place.

[laiiaaa]

grocery trips with Carmen are so special to me. u don't understand.

When he lived alone he rarely bothered to make dignified trips—this much you knew, because the first time you were over his old apartment you had to ask if he ate anything in his time off. All he had was a sad loaf of bread, some condiments, chips, and a few cans of soda. But now that you’re living together, in a new place with a new fridge and a new kitchen, he takes it very seriously. 

He keeps a handwritten list so he doesn’t forget anything, he has a steadfast route he follows every time, and he leads the way while you push the cart and trail behind. Definitely gets caught in his own world looking at produce, but keeps a hand tethered to the end of the cart just to make sure you’re still there. Mumbles to himself about how the fuckers keep hiking up the prices for stuff that’s in season, and if you ask him what he said, he’ll just tell you, “It’s nothin’, baby” and go right back to talking to himself with a furrowed brow. 

He’s exceedingly particular about how he arranges the cart, stares at it for a few seconds when he adds a few things just to make sure everything computes. But every time, he looks back at you with a half smile before moving a few steps closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead, or your cheek, or your temple, as his hand rubs affectionately on your shoulder. He can’t get enough of the way you trail behind him, arms leaning against the cart’s handle as you chat about your plans for the week, or the hot goss at work, or anything else that piques your interest. He just wants to listen to what’s on your mind while he ticks off products on his list.

A bittt of a control freak, too. Not in the sense that he won’t let you do anything or pick up a snack you want, just that he has to work it into his route first. Doesn’t like it when you wander off to grab something right away and he honestly gets insecure about it, starts thinking he’s boring you or taking too long or that he’s being too hard on you.

“It took me ten seconds, Carm, it was just in the next aisle.”

“No, no, I know that, I just, um…” He nods his head persistently, hands on his hips and eyes downcast—that classic look he gets when he’s thinking too hard about something. “Y’know, if—you don’t have to come, if you don’t want to…y’know I can—” Stumbling for the way to word the thoughts he can’t fully wrap his head around himself. "If you don't like it—"

“Hey—” You wait for him to meet your eyes, and when he does, you soften. Stepping close to him, you pry one of his hands away and instead tangle it with yours. “C'mon, I love doing this with you, y’know?”

He lets out a careful breath, and his chest relaxes at your tenderness.

“I want to be here, just following you around. I just wanna spend time with you, okay Bear?”

He pauses, has to swallow what you say before he can respond. “Yeah,” he nods, “Okay.”

“Good.” 

When you press a kiss to his cheek, he gives one right back to you, keeps it sweet and brief as a soft smile curls at the corners of his mouth, chest warm and calm before getting back to business. 

Does not, under any circumstances, let you pay. Won't let you open your purse. Doesn’t want you lifting even a finger to line up items on the conveyor belt. No, not that bag of chips you snagged, either. If you start helping he’ll nudge you away from the cart and take your spot, or just take whatever you’re holding out of your hands while shooting you a look.

“I got it, baby.”

“But I wanna help.”

“Uh-uh, I’m takin’ care of it—”

“I can lift a bag of apples—”

He raises his brows again and cocks his head to the side, making you freeze. “Just lemme do it for us, aight?”

You huff but concede anyway. “Fine.”

Yet another kiss to your temple, and he’s pulling out his wallet to grab his card. “Thank you, baby.”

After that it’s borderline criminal for you to even think about helping. He pushes the cart to the car, loads the bags in the trunk, drives home, carries the groceries up to the apartment, stocks everything where it belongs. Kisses you sporadically along the way, maybe lets himself get distracted when you pull him back for more. Just maybe.

He takes care of it—all of it—for you, because you being with him makes him more content than he’s ever been, and ever thought he could be. He's so in awe of you that nothing feels like quite enough to express it.

[sagigirlie]

Astro observations pt.6

Venus-Jupiter Can be pretty Lucky, attracts wealth, positive and socially magnetic, usually well liked, charismatic. can be promiscuous as they like to try and experience and love to be loved, good sense of humor, adventures, loves food and the good things in life. can be addicted/obsess or overdo things that make them feel good like food, sex, shopping, partying and drinking/ doing drugs.

Venus-Neptune- very dreamy . Likely to have a crush on tv/movie characters. Very giving in love. Be Careful not to be taken advantage of bc of that.

Virgo placements- super professionals. Great workers. Good work ethic. workaholics. Somehow always gives fox-like look or the ones to look like an animal the most for some reason haha

It’s true, cancer placements (especially sun moon & ascendant) in girls gives round big boobs lol. I noticed cancer sun/moon/rising females also tend to have skinnier (& sometimes longer) legs & wider stomach with big boobs and roundish face or fuller cheeks. *(note: I’ve noticed if cancer females don’t have beautiful round boobs they’ll have very small boobs. No in-between- no shade here though haha)

Cancer placements in men are usually tender, cute & sweet and have a vulnerability about them that provokes the mom instincts in female lmao. Might want u to mommy them. But don’t get them mad cause they might not be as innocent as they may look. Likes more feminine girls in looks & behavior. Also they’ll usually be good at handling ur emotions and make u feel accepted & understood. Might like more emotionally complexed partners. Can be attracted to deepness & vulnerability as well.

Aquarius sun man and capricorn sun females will likely attract each other but not workout in the long haul. Marriage will be harder to manage for these two for some reason from what I’ve seen. I think it’s cause Aquarius are more flighty and living in their own world and fantasies, they might even be delusional at times as their more idealistic and are not the most manly as the Capricorn female looks for a more hard working grounded stable and realistic man for most.

Virgo females can be serous bullies & mean girls when they want. There. I said it. (Although they might look innocent).

Leo-cancer influence in a chart can make you want lots of attention and especially emotional attention & they are the more likely to use manipulation and deceit to get what they want. Leo-libra are more likely to want physical attention (also about their looks). they’ll do it mostly by trying to look fire lol.

Aries moon females are psychotic u can’t tell me otherwise lol. Talked about it before but they can be very very selfish, jealous and paranoid and/or self absorbed. Seen it time after time. Can have a very bad tamper and be rude and impulsive when upset or when something doesn’t go the way they want. Can be bossy & demanding. Can literally black out when mad. They can’t control it.

Pisces females might have a thing with girls tryna steal their man ? Not sure but seen it a few times. Or they’ll try to steal your man. Especially Pisces & Aries influence in a chart together. They can be attracted to unavailable or taken man. Seen it happen a lot. Careful cause some of them won’t stop at a red light. They can go after your man still. Maybe it’s hot to them ? Or makes them feel better about themselves especially with the competitive Aries influence and the unavailability that Pisces can be attracted to.

Aquarius mars can really be attracted (sexually or not) to individualism and uniqueness in people. More than looks that’s what will drive them to u. Just watched drake say that and he’s an Aqua mars (like me). The more real and different u are the better (but not too crazy lol). You need to pop outta the crowd for them to notice u more. They can like cool calm & collected people that have a cynical/clever or different sense of humor. The ones that won’t necessarily try to shine (unlike Leo’s- the opposite of aqua). Maybe even the more loner type vibes. Sexy mysterious guy/girl in the corner that sticks out without trying. They themselves can be that person too haha. love funny & intelligent people that can hold a conversation.

I feel like Aquarius & scorpio in a chart can give vampire vibes to a person (maybe looks or energy). Also they might like all that vampire shit like twilight or vampire diaries haha (me lmao). (Also Ian somerholder has that combo)

Capricorn venus can be very insecure. They need to learn to love and accept themselves truly. Stop self-sabotaging urself and/or ur relationships.

[touchme-teezme]

hi mimi! idk if u take requests but last pick was everything to me like i lovedddd the book that inspired you 😭🥹 can i PLEASE get a san version with the “did you want to watch me burn” poem? just destroy me. my heart is yourssss

This Time.

PAIRING | collegeboy!san x fab!reader

TAGS | arguments, smut with a plot, kissing, oral, angsty unprotected breakup sex, san has great pull out game, and a (sort of?) cliffhanger… again? idk i suck at writing tags and proper endings lolololol

RATINGS | NSFW 18+ (minors pls DNI/if it makes u uncomfortable don’t read it)

SONGS | No One Noticed - The Marías, Not You Too- Dr*ke & Been Like This - Doja Cat

SUMMARY | The breakup for this couple was on the horizon. One of them was in denial, and it’s not you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you all for showing Last Pick a lot of love & anon for enjoying it. since a san version was requested, here ya go :) lmk which member should be next if you'd want me to actually make this into an angsty atz smut series. kinda like the idea they’re all connected?¿ like a smutiverse… im a little tipsy rn writing this part. also if u catch mistakes, no u didn’t. kk bye love uou

+ 💌 click here to see my Love Interrupted series masterlist [ot8] — check out the other parts!

inspired by a quote from Save Me An Orange by Hayley Grace: what more did you want from me? i gave you my heart my soul my body i let you build a home inside of me but you still went to the store and bought a lighter just to set me on fire did you want to watch me burn?

You’re usually an optimist but it wasn’t until San smashed the vase you bought and painted together at that one arts and crafts store that you realized optimism could only take you so far.

A screaming match broke out immediately. Words bounced off the walls, echoing in your small apartment as fingers were being pointed. He followed you around the entire house as you tried to walk away from the conversation, pinging in your ear like a fly.

San gets emotional when he cares. It was the first thing you liked about him when you first started to talk. How nice would it be to be with someone so well in-tune with their emotions that they don’t why away from it?

If only you’d known it would result in this.

The relationship was done for. It had been for a while. He had been far too busy juggling classes, work, and his new friends who seemed to suddenly fill all the time he used to spend with you. You’d barely even seen him in weeks, and when you did, it was like you were fighting for scraps of his attention.

San’s voice cracked as he shouted behind your head. “You think I don’t know I’ve been busy? I’ve been juggling everything, trying to keep it all together, and you—you—think I don’t feel guilty? You want me to just drop everything? Stop hanging out with my friends? Quit school? What do you want from me?”

He was following you now, not letting you get a moment of peace. You forced yourself to focus on the task of cleaning up the shards, trying to block out his words as you looked for the broom around your house.

“Do you think I want this? You think I want to feel like this? You think I want to hurt you? But you keep demanding more from me, and I can’t do it anymore! I can’t just stop living my life to fix yours!”

“Oh fuck off!” You barked back, finally finding the broom that was in an odd spot in your wardrobe (probably because San had placed it there the last time he used it). You were now growing more annoyed.

“Don’t curse at me! Listen to me for goodness sake!”

Your hands trembled around the broom handle, but you marched towards the vase shards and started sweeping, trying not to hear the poison dripping from his mouth. You had given up on fighting—there was no point anymore. He was too far gone, wrapped up in his own world that was so difficult for him to show up.

“You’re too much, alright?” he spat, his voice cracking with frustration. “I can’t breathe, I can’t think. Every time I try to focus on something else, you’re right there, needing something from me. I can’t fix this. I can’t keep being suffocated—“

You dropped the broom.

You turned slowly, meeting his gaze for the first time, and in that moment, you never felt like this about him before.

“Do you hear yourself?” Your voice was shaking, but it was steady, sharp. “In that whole rant you just forced me to hear, not once did you mention us—not once did you mention me like i’m not in this fucking relationship with you! Not once did you mention all i’ve done for you, and the only time you did was to insult me!”

San opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He just stood there, eyes wide, lips trembling.

You stepped forward as if to challenge his speechlessness, your heart pounding in your chest. “What the fuck are you still doing here then?!”

The room fell silent.

And then, out of nowhere, he tried to reach for you.

It was a movement fuelled by panic if he was truly honest, it was a final desperate attempt to fix things without actually knowing how.

He just knew that he had to have you in his arms and you’d melt. His hand caught yours, pulling you closer, but you yanked it away.

He stepped closer, his breath ragged, reaching for you again with a look in his eyes that was pure guilt you knew all too well.

Your stern face broke when he managed to get you in his large strong arms that wrapped around you.

You stood there, shaking, breathing hard, barely able to hold back the tears.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” Your cracking voice was muffled against his hard chest.

And then, in his painful silence, he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours.

You did not stop him.

In fact, you couldn’t.

His next kiss was more desperate and frantic than the last, like he was trying to compensate for all the times he had utterly let you down.

When he finally found the self control to pull back, both of you were panting, faces flushed, hearts racing. He looked at you with a mix of fear, guilt, and longing in his eyes. He wiped your damp cheeks, cupping the sides of your face.

"I don’t mean to," He whispered. “I-I swear, everything I said, I-“

You shook your head in denial, wanting to just shut him up with more kisses knowing if you both talked, you’d eventually argue.

For once, you didn’t want to fight. If the relationship was crashing and burning right now, might as well get one last lick out of it, right?

Metaphorically, and quite literally.

San groaned softly into your mouth, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair and snake to the small of your back as he deepened the kiss with his tongue.

"You drive me insane," He breathed against her lips, breaking the kiss to look into her eyes.

It was true, you always had, in the best and worst ways possible. The feeling was mutual as you stared back at him.

He couldn't resist your pull, the way you were in the moment consumed him entirely. His hands roamed your curves, and reached down to grip your ass firmly as he walked you backwards towards the couch.

You let out a soft gasp, your fingers digging into his waist as you let yourself get sat down with him positioned above you. His knee perched up right between your slightly parted legs.

The friction his knee brushing between your legs sent a jolt of desire straight to your core. He could feel your pulse quickening, and your breath hitching as he sucked and kissed the sides of your neck.

Your hands slipped beneath his black shirt, seeking for skin. With a slight eager tug, he took it off without any argument, revealing his lean muscled torso that you did not hesitate to touch and admire knowing it was going to be the last time.

Instead of letting that knowledge crush you or him, with a low moan, he just leaned into your touch.

“Tell me to stop��” He breathed out, hands on your shoulders to steady himself. He struggled to maintain control as his arousal throbbed against the inside of his zipper.

“Keep going.” You replied in a husky whisper.

With a groan, he gave in to the temptation. His tongue met yours, as his hands slid down to your chest to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your top, having to bite back a smirk when your back arched into his technique.

Your nimble fingers freed him from his jeans. Unbuttoning, and then zipping down before massaging his hard on through the fabric of his underwear. A breath of relief escaped his lips when his throbbing cock was finally freed.

He helped you out of your top, watching you stroke his impressive length in your hands from above. His hands glided down your back and unclasped your bra, letting your breast sit in all its glory.

He was going to take care of you first until your mouth engulfed him without missing a beat.

“O-oh my god.” His hips bucked involuntarily forward as your skilled hand continued to stroke, the dual sensations of her and her fingers wrapped around his member threatening to overwhelm him.

San’s eyes rolled back as you took him entirely into your mouth. His body weight leaning on his forearms that were on either sides of your head, holding onto the back of the couch for dear life.

Your skilled tongue and throat working in tandem to bring him to the brink of madness. The wet heat blanketing his aching cock was almost too much to bear, each bob of her head sent him more and more over the edge.

"Oh f-fuck!” His mouth hung open as he fisted your hair and fought the urge to thrust deeper.

A part of him couldn’t make sense why this was happening now of all times. He could’ve just taken your desperation to touch him for granted but something about it didn’t feel right.

With effort and a hell lot of focus, San gently stopped you before he could cum. He stroked the side of your face when you looked up at him confused. He shot one of the sweetest dimpled smiles at you.

Seeing that dimpled smile light up your face.

With a hand behind your head, he laid you back on the couch gently. Your hands politely stayed on your own chest, cupping them as you watched his next move.

In one swift motion, he tugged down your underwear with your pyjama shorts and tossed them away.

One of your legs get thrown over his shoulder, and he used his other hand to part your leg wider. His head moved down to your glistening sex and his tongue licked a strip up your folds.

Air got caught in your throat. You let out a shaking deep breath through your lips. His hand on your thigh moved up to your chest, intertwining his fingers with your fingers against your racing heartbeat.

You gripped onto his fingers every time he’d do something that sent shockwaves through your body either with his lips, tongue or his nose. He kissed your sensitive clit, alternating his tongue between that and pounding into your entrance.

“San,” You whined, which only encouraged him to keep going. You tilted your chin upwards, facing the ceiling as tears began welling in your eyes. Unclear if it was the pleasure or the sinking feeling in the out of your stomach.

Then you felt that body shock again, jolting you as you let out a loud moan.

You met his eyes. Those cat-like eyes staring back at you between your legs with laser focus before lazily shutting when he turned his head to the side to lap up your slick arousal from the inner part of your thighs.

He got up and took off his underwear before hovering on-top of you, centring his hard shaft just past your entrance as he supported himself up by the armrest behind your head.

His chain necklace to drop down and dangle in your face.

He gazed into your eyes, reaching down to rub your slick folds once more. He leaned down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips as he readjusted his hard dick between your legs. Your hands wrapped themselves in the dip of his waist as your knees pressed against his hips.

“We can’t keep fighting forever,” You told him in a faint whisper.

Leaning down, he distracted you by capturing your lips into a tender loving kiss to slowly pushed in. He felt your teeth on his lip as your walls adjusted to him.

“I know.” Was all he could murmur against your face as a hand cupped one side of your face.

He kept having your lips in between his as he started to move, his hips rolling in a slow rhythm designed to slowly ease into you. Small gasps escaped your lips and you clutched onto his biceps for support while your neck stretched upwards.

“Baby, you feel incredible.” He picked up the pace slightly, his thrusts growing deeper, and more insistent, as he chased the intense feeling coursing through him.

The way your body clenched around his length, the soft gasps falling from your lips.

With your moans of approval, he seized the opportunity to go even deeper and quicken the pace in your wet welcoming heat. He pulled in your mouth for intoxicating searing kisses he couldn’t get enough of.

“I miss you,” You whimpered out the truth between the kisses. “S-so much.”

He snapped forward with new determination accentuated by the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

He let go of your mouth to focus on your chest. "I'm right here baby." He mumbled over your breasts as he cupped one in his large hands, brushing over your nipples before reaching down to lick.

He alternates between wet kisses and whirling his tongue, aimed to only give you pleasure. In his defence, he hasn't had the opportunity to do this in a while.

You grabbed a side of his face to look into his lustful eyes. “I really did love you.” You breathed out.

“I love you too.” He replied, too entranced by the moment to catch that single word in your sentence.

You crashed your lips against his. The technique of his kissing made you moan loudly into his mouth, and then against his jaw with your eyes shut when he was hitting the perfect spot over and over.

Your body was tensing up tighter and tighter as the pressure of the inside you. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, ready to shatter into a million pieces at any moment.

“I’m close,” San panted. “Come for me. Come first.”

As a result of his husky words, your walls clench around him, and your climax comes crashing in. One passionate thrust as he buried himself inside your convulsing sex, the intense orgasm shook your entire body violently.

While your final convulsions faded, you slumped against the couch, panting heavily. Meanwhile, San rode off your enjoyment only to abruptly slip out of you before blowing a load inside you without a condom on.

He released himself from your legs that were wrapped around him and hurried to your nearby bathroom, his hard-on in his hands.

You lay there in a daze, trying to make sense of everything, feeling a mix of confusion and shame. You covered your face with your hands, desperate to hide from the reality of the situation.

Slowly, you pulled yourself up from the leather couch to sit up, its surface sticking a little to your sweaty skin, before you reached for your underwear lying forgotten at your feet.

You managed to get most of your clothes back on when he returned. The sight of him—his broad athletic build and that confident stride—distracted you just long enough for him to lean down and kiss you, his hands gently resting on the side of your neck.

You instinctively covered his hand with your own, locking eyes with him.

“Everything okay?” His voice was soft.

You stayed quiet for a moment, the weight of his question sinking in.

He kissed you again, his lips warm and insistent, and for a moment, the thoughts swirling in your head began to fade.

Before you knew it, he lowered himself down onto the floor across from you, wanting to pull you on top of him to straddle him.

“Stop. No more.” you murmured, pushing him away gently.

Your heart pounding as your knees pressed against the hardwood floors when you realised you were already sitting on his thighs.

San sharply sighed, a little disappointed, but he didn’t fight it. He let go of his grip on your waist, and you slowly kicked yourself off him.

The two of you lay on the floor, side by side, your breaths finally slowing after whatever that was. The silence between you wasn’t comforting in the slightest.

He reached for his underwear with his feet, slipping it on slowly, his eyes never leaving you. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was going on.

You turned your head to look at him. His eyes turned to the ceiling, his expression unreadable, distant even though he was right there.

“San,” you began softly, your voice breaking the stillness. “I think we—”

His phone buzzed, cutting through the tension, and he glanced at it with another sigh. You felt the moment slip away as he got up and fumbled for his phone left in his pants by the couch.

“It’s Mingi,” he muttered.

“San,” you tried again, your tone heavier this time, begging for his attention. But he’d already answered the call.

You stayed on the floor, your chest tightening as fragments of their conversation reached your ears.

“Dude, what? I’m in the middle of… Huh? No, I haven’t heard from her,” San said, his tone sharp but tinged with concern. “She’s been dodging everyone since that night at Yeosang’s when you wouldn’t shut up about your conquests.”

Your frown deepened as you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him. His brows furrowed, his full attention on the call like you weren’t even there.

“Well, maybe you should go check on her then,” San said, leaning back against the couch. “What, come over? Her place or yours?”

A pause, then his expression shifted—confusion, followed by clear exasperation.

San ran a hand through his messy hair. “Fine, whatever. I’ll come over later.” He hung up, tossing the phone onto the floor like it had personally wronged him.

“Mingi needs help with something,” he said it like that was enough explanation.

You stared at him, baffled and angry, “So you’re going?”

He turned to you, guilt flashing briefly in his eyes before he looked away. “I don’t have a choice,” he said quietly.

The words hit you like a slap, but what was worse than the sting was the inevitability that this was always how it would be. You, waiting for scraps of his time, his attention. Him, running off to play hero for everyone but you.

“You always have a choice. You just never choose me.”

Guilt and shame took over his tired expression, “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” You shot back. “You couldn’t even let me finish breaking up with you before answering his call.”

“What? Babe, it’s not like that. Look, he really likes her and—“

“Save it,” you cut him off, your voice sharp. “Since you’re always serious about everyone else, just go.”

He hesitated, his hand hovering near his phone. “You’re being—”

“Go,” you repeated firmly, tears welling in your eyes but your tone unwavering. “And don’t ever come back this time.”

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to defend himself, or to stay, but then he stood up. He pulled the rest of his clothes back on, grabbed his phone, and shoved it into his back pocket without a word.

He glanced at you on his way out, his gaze searching for something, anything, to make this easier. He convinced himself he’d call you tomorrow, that this wasn’t really goodbye like the other times you both have tried to end it. He didn’t realize how serious you were this time.

He walked past the shards and the broom and left. The door clicked shut behind him.

[pedroscurls]

Hii!

I was wondering if you could make a hugh jackman x reader (shes in her 30's) where she is also an actress and they met while she also worked on Deadpool and Wolverine, and they are dating in secret and the reader is promoting her new show with her male costar and they do promoting and stuff and hugh feels like she deserves someone her own age also cause she is an uprising actress and he calls it off and they are both miserable, so ryan decides to bring her on the deadpool and wolverine press tour and makes them talk and make up and they decide to go public at the deadpool and wolverine world premiere ^^ you can decide the ending :)

better together (one-shot)

summary: after filming finishes with deadpool & wolverine, your relationship with hugh progresses... until he breaks things off with you. it isn't until ryan invites you to the press tour that you see him again and finally have a serious conversation with him. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader content warnings: angst (with a happy ending!), age gap (reader is in 30s, hugh is 56), description of reader (hair and outfit), no use of y/n. word count: 2.9k a/n: gah - this was so much fun to write!!! i know this took a while to post, so thank you thank you thank you for waiting and also for requesting! hope you enjoy it :) as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Hugh tells you, hands stuffed in his pockets as he stares at you. He didn’t want to do this, but after seeing the chemistry you had with your co-star in your new movie, he realized that he’d just be holding you back. You have your entire life ahead of you, still an up and coming actress in the industry who’s already taken the world by storm. You didn’t need him holding you back. 

“What do you mean?” Tears build in your eyes as you stare at him. You know where this is going, know exactly how this conversation is going to go. “I don’t understand. We’ve been– Things have been really going really well. We’ve been careful and–”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” he blurts out. Hugh lies. He sees you take a step towards him, but he just shakes his head and steps back from you. He needs to keep his distance from you, even though his mind and heart is screaming at him to just pull you into his arms. 

“You’re lying…” 

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “You deserve someone better than me, baby. Someone your age and I can’t– I can’t give you what you need.” 

“You don’t know what I need.”

“I know that it’s not me,” Hugh says. 

“I asked you before if our age gap bothered you,” you whisper, tears now strolling down your cheeks. “You said it didn’t. What changed?” 

“Everything,” he answers. 

“Okay,” you reply, voice shaky. “I think you should go.”

Hugh nods, clearing his throat. “Right, yeah. I just– I’ll see you around?” 

“Probably not.” 

“Baby…” Hugh shakes his head, and corrects himself by calling you by your name instead. “I’d still like it if we remain friends…”

“I don’t think I can do that,” you answer honestly. “Goodbye, Hugh.” You walk to your front door and open it for him, gripping the handle as you keep your eyes focused on your feet. 

Hugh sighs and then walks towards you, he stops briefly to look down at you, waiting and waiting for you to just look up at him. But you don’t. He leans in, tries to give you a kiss on your cheek, but you pull away, taking a step back away from him. 

“Goodbye, Hugh,” you repeat, gazing up at him momentarily. 

Hugh tightens his jaw. He can see the broken look you have on your face and as badly as he wants to tell you that he doesn’t mean any of the things he’s said, he doesn’t. “Goodbye,” he whispers, stepping past the threshold as he hears the door shut quietly behind him.

—

“You called it off?” Ryan says over the phone once Hugh climbs into his car. “Are you an idiot?” 

“Ryan–”

“You do realize you just let go of someone who could have been really good for you, right?” 

“I’m fifty-six, Ryan. Let’s be real here. She’s just starting out and she’s going to meet new people, work with people who are around her age. I’m just going to be holding her back.” Hugh admits, starting his car and putting on his seatbelt. When he pulls out of the parking spot and begins to leave your apartment complex, he feels his heart break just a little bit more. 

“So all of a sudden, we care about age gap?” Ryan asks. “Since when?”

Hugh sighs. “I just saw her with her co-star for the latest movie she’s in and well, it just got me thinking. What is she doing with someone almost twice her age? I don’t deserve her, Ryan.” 

Ryan laughs. He literally laughs and it makes Hugh rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, Hugh,” he takes a deep breath in between his laughter. “But that’s the most bullshit excuse I’ve ever heard. You’re not the type of guy to care about those things.”

“It’s just different with her. She has so much potential,” Hugh answers. “I just know what people are going to say if word ever got out that we were together.”

“Who cares? You never cared about all of that.” 

“I don’t, but her career is just starting. If everyone knew about my relationship with her, she would forever be attached to my name. People aren’t going to take her seriously and–”

“She doesn’t care about that shit either,” Ryan interrupts. “She can hold her own. If she couldn’t, she wouldn’t have made it this far in this industry. You and I both know that.”

“Well, it’s been done, Ryan.”

“So, get her back.”

“No.”

“Why not?” 

“Because I already broke her.” 

“Broken things can always be fixed,” Ryan adds.

“Not this time,” Hugh sighs. “There’s no coming back from this. You didn’t see the way she looked at me.”

“I have an idea,” Ryan comments. “I mean, you just broke her heart and–”

“Ryan,” Hugh warns. “Listen, I wanted to tell you because I know she might be joining the team for the press tour for Deadpool & Wolverine and didn’t want things to be awkward… Or weird.” 

“Well, I appreciate being in the loop,” Ryan sighs. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” 

Hugh shrugs to himself as he continues driving. “I’m not okay right now, but yeah, I will be.”

“I still think you’re making a big mistake, but… if you’re sure, then okay, Hugh.” 

Hugh doesn’t know if he’s even sure this was a good idea. There’s a part of him that already knows he’s making a mistake by letting you go, but he couldn’t shake off the nagging thought that he’d be holding you back. Especially not after seeing the chemistry you had with your male co-star. It wasn’t that he was jealous – Hugh isn’t a jealous man – but it just showed him that you deserved better than him. Deserved to be with someone closer to your age. 

“Right, thanks for listening, mate. I’ll see you next week.” 

—

It’s been a couple of weeks since Hugh had broken up with you and you had to force a smile on your face for every interview for your new movie. No one on your team or your fellow co-stars noticed a difference in your behavior, so at least it was easy to put on a facade in the meantime. 

You just don’t know how you would react when seeing Hugh for the first time when you join them for the press tour of Deadpool & Wolverine. Since Hugh had broken up with you a couple of weeks ago, you had been utterly miserable. You couldn’t unfollow him on Instagram, afraid that some internet sleuths out there will take note. So when you aimlessly scroll the app at night, sometimes you’ll see his name pop up and he’s just reposting the marketing videos that the Deadpool account had been posting to promote the movie. 

It aches you every time you see his picture. You didn’t think that you would have fallen for him, especially since he had just gotten out of a very long-term relationship and commitment, but one night after filming and after about three drinks in, you kissed him. Luckily, it was just the two of you in the comfort of your trailer. You were exhausted, but you had been noticing Hugh more and more on set. It was hard not to. He just captured your attention every time he entered a room, would make eye contact with every single person, and flash them the kindest and warmest smile you’d ever seen. 

You were lucky that the feelings you felt for him were mutual. So after one kiss, things progressed even further after that. You’d meet him at his hotel room or he’d meet you at yours. Sometimes, you would even spend the night, but when on set, you remained professional and you slowly got closer with the rest of the cast, including Ryan and Shawn. 

Even after filming for the movie ended, you and Hugh continued to see each other, making sure to be very careful not to get caught by the public eye. Only a good handful of your close friends and family knew about the relationship. The more time you spent with him, the more you started to fall for him. 

So when he decided to call things off, it caught you by surprise. Hugh hadn’t made any indication that he was rethinking this relationship and with the excuse of it being because of your age gap hurt ten times more since he never mentioned that it was ever an issue for him. 

And now, you’re walking into the hotel where the press conference for the entire cast of Deadpool & Wolverine will be for the next hour. You’re dressed in a pair of dark, denim jeans and black heels paired with a white t-shirt underneath a black oversized blazer. Your hair pulled back into a slicked back bun, makeup always remaining light and you fidget with the rings that are placed on your fingers. You can see everyone congregating in the middle of the lobby, but your eyes – they immediately find Hugh’s. 

He’s matching your outfit – dark jeans, white t-shirt, and unbuttoned black top. He flashes you a small smile in your direction and you just nod, walking inside. You can feel his eyes on you and you approach. The last few weeks had been miserable and he had tried to distract himself from thoughts of you, but he found it very difficult. Ever since leaving your apartment, Hugh couldn’t stop reflecting on maybe he had made the wrong decision. 

“Look at you,” Ryan grins, pulling you into a hug. “Glad you were able to make time for us,” he teases. 

You roll your eyes and return the hug. “Oh, please. You know I’d drop everything if you asked,” you smile. 

“Good to know,” he winks. “Because I’ve been writing a little something and there’s a part that I think you’d be perfect for.” 

“You’ll have to tell me all about it then.” 

Ryan nods and then pulls away to look between you and Hugh, his hands crossing in front of him. “So… Looks like the gang's back together.”

Hugh’s hands are placed in his pockets, his gaze still on you. He feels the urge to pull you into a hug, to give you a kiss, but he refrains from doing so. 

“Hi, Hugh,” you say professionally, giving him a slight nod. “Nice to see you.”

“Yeah, uh,” he clears his throat. “You look great.”

“Thank you.”

“You– You been busy?” Hugh asks. 

“Yeah,” you answer, looking away from him.

“Okay…” Ryan says quietly, moving a hand to clasp Hugh’s shoulder. “I’m gonna give you two some time to talk and–”

“Ryan,” you and Hugh say simultaneously.

“What?” he chuckles. “You both need to talk. Press conference doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes.” Ryan turns on his heel and walks over to Shawn, leaving both you and Hugh alone. 

“You really do look great,” Hugh finally says. 

You just give him a nod. “Listen, we can just keep our distance. We can be professional. We don’t have to–”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupts. 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” you reply. “I wasn’t what you wanted and that’s fine.” 

“Baby,” Hugh whispers, eyes softening. “That’s not– I didn’t–” He sighs heavily. “I don’t deserve you. I never did.” 

“Yeah, but that’s not up to you. It never was. You decided for me. You made that choice for me, Hugh.”

“Can we talk outside? Away from everyone else?” Hugh asks, leading you outside in a more secluded area. 

You bite your lower lip and then nod slowly, motioning for him to lead the way. He turns on his heel and glances over at you from over his shoulder, making sure that you’re still following him. Once outside, he shuts the door and takes a deep breath. 

“I miss you,” Hugh blurts out. 

“You can’t– You don’t get to say that, Hugh. You broke this off.”

“I needed to.” 

“You needed to?” you let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “Are you really going to give me another excuse, Hugh? Seriously. Just be honest. I liked you a lot more than you liked me and that’s that.”

“That’s not true,” Hugh shakes his head. 

“No? Then what changed, Hugh?”

“I didn’t want to be the reason I was holding you back,” he admits.

“What?” you ask, brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about, holding me back? How?” 

“I’m almost twice your age, baby.” Hugh sighs. “I saw– I saw you with your co-star and I just realized that you deserved someone that was closer to your age. You’re still an up and coming actress and I don’t want you to regret this, with me.” 

“Did I–” you sigh quietly. “Did I ever give you the impression that you would hold me back? That I would somehow one day regret this?” 

Hugh shakes his head. “Well, no…”

“Then why would you assume that just because of my co-star? Do you think that I don’t have these thoughts? That you’re supposed to be with someone closer to your age and that if this were to ever get out, people are going to say that you deserve better than me?”

“I didn’t think about that…”

“No, of course you didn’t,” you tell him. “Because you decided for me. You didn’t even give me a chance to choose, Hugh.”

“You would have chosen me.”

“You’re right,” you tighten your jaw. “I would have chosen you. I would still choose you.”

“But… why? I’m fifty-six. I’m divorced. I have two kids and–”

“Because I’ve fallen in love with you.” you interrupt him, tears pooling at your eyes. 

Hugh’s eyes widen slightly and he takes a step closer to you. “You– You’re falling in love with me?” 

“Yes, but you broke my heart, so now I have to–”

Hugh shakes his head and cups your cheeks, pressing his lips firmly to yours. He doesn’t care who will see because hearing those words just validated what he was feeling too. He feels you lean into him, hands coming to rest on his hips as his hands move to splay against the sides of your neck, moving his lips slowly with yours.

“Hugh,” you mumble, pulling away briefly as he rests his forehead against yours. “You can’t kiss me like that.”

“I regret letting you go,” he admits. “And if you’ll have me, I really want to give this another try.”

“But our age gap…”

“If it doesn’t bother you, then it shouldn’t bother me.”

“Just–” you sigh quietly. “Don’t break my heart again.”

“I won’t. I let you go once and I’ve been miserable ever since,” Hugh confesses. 

“I can’t believe I just told you I’ve fallen in love with you,” you smile, leaning in to rest your forehead against his chest as his arms move to snake around your frame.

“And just so we’re clear,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your temple. “I’ve fallen in love with you too.”

You pull back with wide eyes and you open your mouth to say something, but Ryan opens the door and grins at the both of you. 

“Alright, lovebirds, press is about to start. Keep it in your pants until afterwards, yeah?” Ryan winks.

—

“So, you’re sure?” you ask, looking up at Hugh as you both walk towards the car waiting for the both of you outside. It’s the world premiere of Deadpool & Wolverine and Hugh had begun talking about making your relationship public. 

“I am if you are, baby.” Hugh leans down and pecks your lips lightly. “I’m tired of sneaking around.” 

You nod, reaching down and taking a hold of his hand. “Then, let’s do it.” you smile, stepping inside of the car and feeling him climb in next to you. The car begins to move, driving towards the venue of the premiere. 

“I love you,” he whispers, looking at you with a gaze filled with so much love and softness behind it. “Thank you for giving me another chance, baby.” 

“I’d be stupid not to,” you tease, reaching up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing against the stubble. 

The car stops at the venue and you look out the window with wide eyes. There are already so many cameras, so many fans waiting on the sidelines and other celebrities are walking the red and yellow carpet. Hugh steps out first and smiles to himself, waving at the cameras before he looks back at you. 

“You ready, baby?” Hugh extends a hand out for you and gently takes a hold of your hand. 

“With you, always.” You take his hand and step out of the car with him, hearing both your names being called and Hugh slowly laces his fingers with yours as you walk towards the first marker on the carpet. 

He holds you close to his side and when he turns to press a soft kiss on your temple, the crowd roars with excitement and the cameras continue to flash in your direction. 

“Are you two together!?” 

“When did this happen!? 

“We love you!!!” 

You try to drown out the noise and it’s easy with Hugh by your side. He releases your hand to allow solo shots of the both of you and when you pose a good distance from him, Hugh can’t help but keep his eyes focused on you. He only smiles for a few moments at the camera before he runs towards you, arms wrapping around you from behind as he presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear. 

You smile and turn around to face him, moving a hand to cup his cheek. “Let’s give ‘em something to talk about?” 

Hugh grins. “Yeah, baby.” Then, he leans down and presses his lips softly against yours.

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⋆𐙚 ₊ pregnancy announcement .ᐟ

requested by anon

ft. kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ kai anderson ‧ rory monahan ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would be stunned at first, eyes widening as he processes the news. but a slow smile would spread across his face as he takes it in. a soft joy would fill his expression as he realises he’s about to become a father, and he’d pull you into a big hug.

his protective side would instantly surface. as someone who would do anything to keep his loved ones safe, he’d be extra cautious about your well-being. “tell me if you need anything, alright?” he’d want to make sure you’re comfy and taken care of, going out of his way to handle things so you can rest.

he’d worry about whether he can be a good father. he’d confide in you, saying, “i just hope i can be the dad this little one deserves.” he’d want to do everything right, maybe even overthinking small details about parenting, but he’d be earnest in his desire to give your child a better life.

would immediately start making plans for the future, thinking about practical things like finding a safe place to live, budgeting, and making sure there’s enough space for your growing family. he’d sit down with you to talk about these things, wanting to be responsible and prepare as much as possible.

works extra shifts to earn more money.

he’d become even more attentive, watching out for anything you might need, even if it’s something small. kit would check in on you constantly, asking if you’re okay, if you need anything. insisting on doing things for you, like cooking (or attempting to), lifting things, or making sure you’re relaxed.

hope you don’t get kidnapped by aliens lol

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

completely bewildered, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping slightly. he’d never expect something like this, not now, not while he’s still in college.

nervously laugh, thinking maybe it’s a joke (even though he knew you wouldn’t joke about things like this) . “wait… seriously?”

once he’s wrapped his head around the news, he’d immediately ask, “are you okay? how do you feel?” wanting to make sure you’re not scared or upset.

the second question he’s ask is whether you’d want to keep the baby. he’d respect your decision no matter what. it’s your body, after all.

kyle is a smart and super responsible guy, he’d begin overthinking everything. “oh my god, we need to figure everything out—where are we gonna live? i don’t even have a real job yet!” his mind would fill with thoughts of money, school, and what your parents would say.

he’d want to start planning for the future, but he’d be panicked about how little time you both might have. he’d talk about finishing school quickly, getting a job, saving up, and trying to secure a better living situation.

you’d probably hear him start cracking dad jokes way too soon.

would randomly ask, “do you think the baby will have your eyes?” or “do you think they’ll like sports?” he’d start imagining what kind of person your child will be, picturing what it’ll be like to raise them together, and getting really invested in the idea of being a dad.

⟢ 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐍.

his excitement would be matched by a fierce desire to shield you and the baby from public attention. “we don’t need the whole world in our business,” he’d say, giving you a serious look as he assures you he’ll do everything he can to keep the news private.

though he’s usually very open and upbeat on social media, rory would hold back from posting anything about the pregnancy until he feels it’s the right time. he’d cherish these early moments in private, making sure you’re protected from the stress of the spotlight. if he’s asked by friends or fans, he’d stay low-key, not wanting to give anything away until you both feel ready to share the news.

the two of you would joke and laugh about all the outlandish hollywood baby names out there, making ridiculous suggestions “can you imagine if we named the kid ‘rayleigh moonbeam monahan’?”

when you two finally announce the pregnancy, he’d choose a special photo—you glowing and visibly pregnant or a snapshot of the ultrasound. the caption would be heartfelt like , “just when i thought life couldn’t get any better with you, y/n… along comes our little one to prove me wrong. feeling so grateful, blessed, and ready for this next chapter together. ❤️”

would be adamant about protecting the baby’s identity, using stickers or taking photos from behind to shield your child’s face. he wants them to have a real childhood, not just be “rory monahan’s kid.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

the moment you tell him you’re pregnant, kai’s eyes would light up with an almost crazed joy. he’d instantly see this as the fulfillment of his vision, his grand plan for creating a “messiah baby.”

would immediately assume control over the entire situation. he’d tell you that everything will now revolve around the pregnancy and what this child represents.

would obsess over every detail related to the pregnancy. he’d dictate what you eat, how you exercise, and even what kind of prenatal care you receive, believing that this child must be raised under perfect conditions.

he’d talk about how this child will be the first to be raised in his image, with his values and beliefs. “i’ll teach them everything they need to know. they’ll be stronger, smarter, better than anyone else,” he’d promise. he’d start planning out the child’s entire life before they’re even born, from their education to their role in the movement. (wow. poor kid lol)

despite being an asshole, kai would show an intense devotion to you during the pregnancy. you’re the mother of the messiah, after all. he’d shower you with praise and attention, possibly even becoming more affectionate. say things like, “you’re perfect. you’re giving me the greatest gift anyone could ever give.”

there would be moments where kai’s obsession give way to genuine tenderness. he’d touch your bump with awe, whispering, “i can’t believe it… we’re creating something amazing.” there’d be an almost childlike wonder in his eyes at times, as he’s totally in awe of the life growing inside you.

would be super gentle during sex and even go down on you when you’re horny :)

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

when you tell colin you’re pregnant, he’d froze, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide in absolute disbelief. his expression slowly shifting from shock to wonder. completely lost for words, standing there and struggling to find a response, yet somehow still managing to look at you with pure awe.

then, without warning, he’d swept you up into his arms. “are you serious? we’re going to be parents?” his voice shaking slightly as the reality settled in. then the two of you would kiss deeply, colin holding you close as he tries to pour all his excitement, gratitude, and love into that one kiss.

starts reading up on everything he can about pregnancy, making sure he’s prepared for every step.

he’d sit you down with a notebook and start talking about houses, school districts, and daycare options.

whatever your craving—whether it’s pickles, ice cream, or some random weird food—you can count on him to show up with it, no matter the hour. “got your favourite, plus a backup in case you change your mind,” (colin zabel the man that you are)

would get so invested in learning about babies that you’d find him falling asleep with baby books and parenting guides in his lap. he’d read up on everything from swaddling techniques to tips on managing sleep schedules, wanting to be as prepared as possible.

meticulous about getting everything ready for the baby, safety-proofing the house, researching baby essentials etc. when you start picking out strollers, cribs, and bottles, colin would obsess over quality and safety ratings.

be prepared for dad jokes.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

when you first tell him, he’d literally freeze. *peter.exe has stopped working*. “whoa… wait… a baby? like a real tiny person?” he’d feel overwhelmed, knowing he’s on the verge of a huge life change and trying to wrap his head around what it means to be responsible for another human being.

always ready to run off and get whatever weird snacks you’re in the mood for.

would totally go overboard in the baby shopping department, especially toys and gadgets. he’d bring home all sorts of things that seem way too advanced, like gaming consoles and motorized toys, “look, our kid’s gonna be a tech whiz,” he’d say, holding up the PS5 he bought.

he’d immediately start practicing his dad jokes. “did you hear about the cheese factory explosion? there was de-brie everywhere!”

peter would be driven by a deep desire to be the kind of father he always wished for himself. quiet moments of reflection, probably late at night, thinking about all the ways he can be there for your child. “i’m gonna make sure our kid knows they’re loved every day.” he’d tell you. it’d become a goal he’d never stop working toward, fueled by his love for you and the family you’re about to start together.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[theemporium]

Pretty please a mai tai! With Quinn Hughes and promt 35 💛

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

35. kissing their bruises and scars

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“It looks worse than it feels.”

The words were out of his mouth the second you opened the door, like he knew very well the thoughts racing through your head. And yet, despite them, it did little to actually diminish any of the worries you had since you watched the hit. 

It was a dirty hit. It was dirty and unnecessary and when Quinn took a little too long to stand back up, your heart felt like it was seconds away from exploding out of your chest. You don’t think your heart rate had returned to normal since. 

It didn't help that you weren’t there. 

Instead, you were forced to watch the whole thing from your living room couch, endless replays looped on the huge screen with very little information on his state or well-being shared. You had sent a handful of messages to his phone on the off chance he would have it by him, but you knew it was likely tucked at the bottom of his backpack (where it would stay until he was ready to leave the rink).

And Quinn didn’t usually visit after late games. He tried not to, especially if they had gone on longer than expected. He never had a valid reason to, not when you were stuck in that weird stage of more than friends but not quite together. He couldn’t handle the possibility that you would reject him if he showed up (as if you ever would). 

But he knew you would be worried. He had seen the messages. He knew he had to see you, if only for you to see that he was fine and he would be okay, despite being a little roughed up. 

“Don’t lie to me,” you replied, your brows still furrowed in concern as you opened the door wider to let him in.

“I’m not,” Quinn retorted far too quickly. 

“I can see you wincing.” 

He fell quiet after that. 

Little words were shared between the two of you as you made your way to your bedroom. It was late and Quinn was undoubtedly tired and, truthfully, the two of you had far bigger problems to worry about than sharing a bed. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. It probably wouldn’t be the last either. And, in your one bedroom apartment, there wasn’t much choice other than one of you taking the couch, which was never going to happen.

You fit together seamlessly, working seamlessly around each other as you crawled into bed. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the nightstand. And a part of you knew you should lean over, switch it off and let Quinn get the rest he needed. 

But you couldn’t shake it off. You couldn’t close your eyes without seeing the hit replay in your head.

“Can I see it?” 

Quinn blinked, a little unsure if he had imagined you speaking or not. But then he turned his head and found you propped up on an elbow, looking down at him with an expression much heavier than he liked seeing on you. And there was nothing in this world you could have asked him in that moment that he would deny you.

A few beats passed as he reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up until his torso was completely exposed to you in the soft light of the bedside lamp. It was the start of something ugly, taking up a good portion of his side. It was hard to see clearly but the dull yellow and purples spread across his fair skin showed the makings of a large bruise that would stain his body for a while, that would make him a little more aware of each breath, each movement, each hit on the ice. 

The silence stretched out as you slowly raised your hand, hesitating for a few moments before your fingers began to lightly trace over the forming bruise. It didn’t hurt, your touch was far too light to cause any damage. But it didn’t stop his breath from hitching. 

“You scared me out there,” you whispered, too scared to speak any louder and ruin the moment.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled back in response, watching your expression closely.

There was another pause, another stretch of silence before you moved away. Quinn couldn’t tear his eyes off you as you leaned down, your warm breath fanning across his skin before you pressed a chaste kiss to his bruise. 

It lasted no longer than two seconds but it still made his chest tighten at the softness of it all. And then you placed another one a few inches above the last. And continued to do so until most of his side had been kissed gently by your lips.

“M’sure that’ll make it all better in the morning,” he rasped, his voice thick with an emotion he wasn’t ready to reveal yet. Not this late into the night, at least.

“I’ll keep it up until you’re all healed then,” you whispered to him, the implication lying between you both like a comforting blanket.

His lips twitched. “I’d like that.”

Your smile mimicked his. “Good.”

And it wasn’t the right time to acknowledge it, to call out the tension and the feelings and everything in between. But it was coming and you both knew it was inevitable. And maybe that made it easier to fall asleep with little else to say.

Or maybe it was the fact you were curled up on his good side, his arm wrapped protectively around you and the press of your bodies together lulling the two of you to sleep with unexpected but heartwarming ease.

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